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Blacked Out Ch. 4

(This story is being reposted from my original page to here, moving all my stories to here! Here is the original) Title: Blacked Out Characters: Jinyoung, Jay B, Fem-OC Rating: 18+ Master List Previous Chapter - Next Chapter Summary: Yuna is just a girl who wants to live her life to the fullest as much as she can. She's a hard worker who still likes to have fun. That is until she blacks out at a party and wakes up in a strangers bed. She didn't remember a single thing. Did she get taken advantage of? Will this event unravel her life into a mess?

“I’m here for my sister, her name is Lim Yuna.” The receptionist told Jaebeom which room she’s in and he proceeded to head up to her. As he approached the room he saw a man with his back leaned against the wall by the door. Jaebeom casually checked him out before approaching him “Are you the one who brought my sister in?” Jinyoung moved away from the door, nodding his head “Are you her brother?”

“Yeah, thank for taking care of her...” Jaebeom put his hand out for a shake and Jinyoung didn't hesitate to take his hand and return the handshake.

“No problem, she seemed really upset right before she passed out.”

“She must have had a panic attack, she usually knows if she’s going to get it and takes medicine for it before it happens, but she must have had something shocking happen.”

Jinyoung stood quietly for moment, realizing that what shocked her was what he had told her in the car.

“Well...she was asking about what happened after the party, when I told her she got upset-”

Jaebeom furrowed his brows, tilting his head “You mean the party last week?” Jinyoung nodded “And you know what had happened?” Jinyoung once again nodded before replying “I took her home with me because her phone died and I-”

Jaebeom then cut him off “Whoa whoa hold on, she told me she woke up in a strangers bed, that was your bed?” Jaebeom’s overprotective brother mode was switched on just then. He stepped closer to the other male “If you had so much as touched her, I will destroy you.”

Jinyoung’s eyes widened slightly, lips pursing together “Well...I did have to carry her and check her temperature, so I guess you could say I touched her.”

“...you-” Jaebeom sighed before backing off the man. “Can you explain to me what happened then, no one hurt her right?”

Jinyoung explained everything to him up to the moment she passed out, excluding anything about the photos from the other day, he didn’t want to say anything if she hadn’t said anything to him herself, and besides, he only asked what happened at the party, right?

Jaebeom could only let out another sigh “Well, anyway, thanks again and sorry if we’ve delayed you from anything, I’ll take care of it from here.”

“It’s no problem, oh, I’m Jinyoung by the way, thought I should at least let you know who I am.”

Jaebeom smiled “Jaebeom,” they shook hands again before Jaebeom made his way into the room his sister was resting in.

As Jinyoung was leaving the hospital he noticed a familiar white car parked a couple spaces away from him. The engine seemed to be turned off but he had sworn he noticed someone sitting inside. He felt as if he’s definitely seen this car before, the car had a large scratch on the drivers door and the back bumper seemed to have been damaged from the left side, a possible fender bender.

He shrugged it off and got into his car, checking his phone. Of course it was filled with missed calls from his parents he knew what it was about but he didn’t feel like arguing with them so he opted for a text instead.

“Friend was in an accident, had to go check on them tell the blind date I said sorry.”

He sent the message to his parents then sent a text to his close friend “Let’s grab some dinner, I’m hungry...I’ll buy you drinks.”

He had barely sent the message before his phone began ringing, Jinyoung couldn’t help but chuckle “Hyung! I’m down, let’s party! Where at though?”

“I’m doing great Bambam, how about you?”

“Ah right, Hey hyung, what’s good? Anyway where do you wanna meet up?”

“The one we went to last time with the nice bar?”

“Okay, Call! I’m nearby so I’ll reserve a table.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later.”

Jinyoung arrived at the restaurant, leaving his car to the valet before heading inside. It wasn’t hard to find his friend as he gave himself away immediately “Hyung! Hyung over here!” He called out, grinning widely as he waved his arms.” Jinyoung was embarrassed but still laughed at how energetic Bambam was being. He sat beside him at the bar “Ahhhh I’m really hungry I hadn’t eaten since lunch, I missed my blind date too so I couldn’t eat.”

“You getting set up on blind dates again?”

“Yeah, my parents want me to get married, what about you? You ever gonna settle with just one girl?”

Bambam laughed “I’m still young and fresh, besides I got two girls right now, why settle for one when you can have two?”

Jinyoung shook his head as he looked over the menu “Didn’t you say you had a crush on someone recently?” his eyes landed on the steak dish that was pictured on the menu, tongue swiping over his lip.

“I never said I had crush...just...they’re just attractive, I wouldn’t call it a crush...”

Jinyoung ignored Bambam to order his dinner once that was done he turned and smiled coyly at Bambam “That’s not what you said when you were drunk the other day...what was it you said? Ah right! 'Ugh hyung he’s just so tall and sexy as much as I’d want him to bend me over and fuck me, I really want him to hold me in his arms and kiss those soft looking lips, hyung~ what should I should I do, what if he’s not into men?' or something along those lines.” Jinyoung nodded proudly at his imitation of his friend, staring at the younger’s face as it turned red “I did not say that! I was drunk and lonely I was just saying some dumb stuff!”

“Sure, whatever makes you happy, Bambam,”

“Forget about me! My parents are making me go to your family’s party, are you going to go?”

Jinyoung let out a soft sigh “I have no choice, but I’ve been asked to bring my boss and some co-workers, but I’m scared my mom will start hitting on the guys, and my dad on the girls, I don’t want to make them suffer like that.”

Bambam shuddered “Ew, I’m so glad I never have to experience that.”

It was Friday night and Jaebeom had made Yuna stay home that night, she was supposed to join her friend Sohee at her brothers club but since she had no choice she texted Sohee to let her know she wouldn’t be there, she wasn’t the type to skip out on someone without saying anything.

She decided to watch some random TV shows, as she sat back and got comfortable she received a text message from her friend, Jackson.

Jackson: Hey you good? Jay B told me you weren’t feeling to good Yuna: I’m fine, I’m just not in the party mood Jackson: It’s been a while since we hung out was looking forward to dancing with you since I won’t be in charge of the DJ booth Yuna: Since you’re not working, come over! We’ll watch a movie or something Jackson: I wish, Beomie still wants me to help him out Yuna: Make an excuse or sneak away or somethin’ Yuna: Come to the dark side there’s free cuddles here :p Jackson: Cuddles are never just cuddles with you though Yuna: Exactly ;) Jackson: ....I don’t know why I do this when I know this could possibly end in a death sentence Yuna: and? Jackson: OMW ^^;

Yuna let out a giggle at how easy it was to tempt Jackson. They weren’t dating and they definitely didn’t have romantic feelings for each other. They were close friends who just happened to hook-up once in a while. Of course Jaebeom didn’t know this, if he did he would not have let Jackson live.

It didn’t take long for Jackson to arrive. Yuna greeted Jackson with a tight hug when she answered the door. “I found this outside your door.” Jackson said as he pulled away, handing her a yellow envelope addressed to her “Oh, thanks...I got the mail earlier maybe it fell from my hands.” Yuna let Jackson in and tossed the envelope onto the coffee table. When Jackson sat on the sofa Yuna climbed into his lap, straddling him. “Getting right to it huh?” Jackson laughed as he rested his hands at her waist. Yuna smiled coyly, her hands resting at his chest “It’s been a while, plus I need the stress relief.” She leaned in and pressed her lips against his.

Jackson didn’t hesitate to get Yuna out of her shirt, though. He too, wanted to get straight to it. After tossing the shirt to the floor he caressed her skin as his lips pressed soft kisses against her chest. His hands made their way around her back to unhook her bra. Yuna let her bra fall off her shoulders before moving it aside. Jackson took a moment to appreciate her breasts before taking her nipple in between his lips. Yuna let out a soft hum, her fingers running through his hair as she held his head close.

Soon enough, Yuna was lying back on the couch, completely naked, Jackson on top of her as they went at it. It was hot, it was intense. It was what they both have needing for a while. When they finished Jackson helped clean up his mess that he made all over her abdomen.

“Shower?” Jackson asked as he climbed off of her, Yuna nodded and sat up, Jackson took her hand and led her to the bathroom where they showered together. When they finished with the shower the cuddled for a while on her bed but that was soon interrupted by Jackson’s phone. He got off the bed and went back to the living room grabbing his pants off the floor and fishing for his phone from the pocket. When he finished the call he got dressed and went back to Yuna’s room “I have go, your brother wants me to go back.” Yuna got up and hugged him “Alright, no problem, drive safe I’m probably just going to sleep.”

She walked Jackson out the door before collecting her clothes from the living room and tossing them into the laundry basket.

The next day Yuna had decided to go to work to catch up on whatever she needed to from missing work the past week. She did this from time to time, especially if there was a lot of work on her hands. She liked being on top of things and getting her work done on time. She enjoyed going into the office on the weekends sometimes as well as the building would mostly be empty and she wouldn’t have anyone to disturb her work.

As she grabbed her keys from the bowl on the coffee table she noticed the envelope that Jackson has brought in. She grabbed it and decided to check it out once she got to work.

When she got to the building she greeted the security before heading up to her office. Once she sat down she immediately began working. She worked at her own pace. After working for about 3 hours she decided to take a short break. She stretched in her seat before noticing the envelope again “Right, let’s see what I got in the mail.”

The contents of the envelope were now sitting on the desk in front of her.

They were images of her, getting changed, different from the ones from last time, images of her at the store, going into the office, leaving the office, in her car. Someone was stalking her. There was a letter as well, a printed letter.

“I don’t know if I hate you or love you. I hate you because you don’t remember me. I hate you because you don’t know who I am. I hate you because you never give me attention. But I love you. I love you because you are beautiful. I love you because you are sweet, and kind. I love your smell, you hair, your body. I love everything about you. I need you.”

Yuna could only now stare at the images and the letter. Her breaths grew shorter and faster, her heart raced and her stomached churned. She was scratching at her thighs, a habit she had whenever she was anxious, a habit she learned to stop long ago. Her vision was getting hazy.

No...no no no not again, please.

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Blurred Lines - Chapter 7

PROLOUGE|Chp 1|Chp 2|Chp 3|Chp 4|Chp 5|Chp 6|Chp 8 Date: 02/12/2025

Summary: After returning from his military hiatus, Jinyoung’s agency pressures him into a fake relationship to combat rumors and restart his career. Y/N, a regular waitress, is hired as the other half of the arrangement. They’re supposed to keep things professional, but real feelings start to blur the lines as their contract nears its end. Pairing: Jinyoung (Got7) x Fem!Reader Tags: #angst#tension #jinyoungangst #jinyoungxreader Word count: 2,300 Genre: enemies to lovers

The morning after the date, Y/N laid in bed, thinking back on last night

When they got into the car to drive back, the atmosphere between them shifted. The light, playful energy that had been there during the walk was gone, replaced by an uncomfortable silence.

In the car, Y/N sat quietly, her arms crossed over her chest as she stared out the window. The city lights blurred past, but it did little to distract her from the heavy, disappointing weight that had settled in her chest. She had expected something more, hoped for something real, but instead, she was left with the cold realization that this whole “date” was just another part of the act.

Jinyoung sat beside her, looking out the window as well, his face unreadable. Neither of them spoke, and the silence only made her annoyance grow. The excitement she had felt earlier, the brief flicker of hope, had evaporated, leaving her bitter and more frustrated than she cared to admit. It was clear she had different expectations than even she herself realized until now.

Trying to break the silence, Y/N thought to continue conversations similar to the ones they shared on the date.

Y/N hesitated before speaking. “Jinyoung—”

He sighed sharply, running a hand through his hair before turning away.

“I’m tired,” he muttered.

Okay? What did that have to do with what she was about to say. She blinked. “…I didn’t even finish my sentence.” Jinyoung exhaled sharply through his nose while looking out the window. “Then don’t start it.”

Y/N scoffed in amazement at his newfound personality after a night of acting so sweet and sincere.

Y/N couldn’t help but grit her teeth recalling his sudden attitude. But she couldn't stay focused on his remarks for long as she was being bombarded with a flood of notifications. Her phone buzzed nonstop, the screen lighting up with calls, texts, and social media photos. But it wasn’t just the usual daily messages—there were countless comments, photos, and headlines from the media, all focused on her and Jinyoung.

“Who is Actor Park Jinyoung’s new love interest?”“Jinyoung’s first public date post-enlistment: Who is she?”

Her stomach churned as she scrolled through her Instagram feed, tiktoks, and their comments. There was a wide range.

“Who is she? Is she an actress, idol?”

“I didn’t think she was Park Jinyoung type”

“Idk who to be jealous of”

“Acutally… I approve”

“She looks so nervous with him”

“Let's be so fr- next to Jinyoung I would be too”

“Nooooo who is this my Husband is on a date with”

“Now THATS a good looking couple”

Some were innocuous, others more invasive, questioning the nature of their relationship and her role in the public eye. The words felt like a weight pressing down on her, and her fingers hovered over the screen as she tried to process it all.

But there was something more unsettling than the headlines. Something that stood out more than the overwhelming attention from the press.

There was no text from Jinyoung.

Y/N stared at the empty screen, blinking as if waiting for her phone to come to life with a simple message—a check-in, an acknowledgment, anything. But there was nothing. Not a single word from him.

Her chest tightened, her pulse quickening. She had convinced herself that it didn’t matter, that this was just part of the job. But now, as she sat in the silence of her room, the weight of the situation hit her. It wasn’t just the press and the contract. It was the feeling of being alone in this, with no one offering reassurance.

She shook her head, trying to push the growing frustration aside.

But it was hard to keep that in mind when her phone buzzed again. It was just another notification—another comment about her and Jinyoung, but still no message from him.

She exhaled slowly and walked away from her phone, trying to focus on getting ready for the day ahead.

She was angry at herself for being so naive, for letting her hopes rise even for a moment. Every emotion was amplified, the weight of it all pressing down on her as she approached her door, not knowing how much worse it was about to get.

Y/N was caught off guard when the doorbell rang, interrupting her thoughts. She opened the door to find a delivery person holding a box of vibrant red roses. The sight of them made her heart skip a beat. Were they from Jinyoung?

She hesitated for a moment, feeling the flutter of hope stir within her. The person handed her the box with a polite smile, and she took it, her fingers brushing against the delicate petals. The soft scent of the roses filled the air, but as the delivery person walked away, Y/N’s excitement quickly turned to confusion. Could these really be from him?

She shut the door behind, her breath caught in her throat as she carefully down the box on her kitchen counter, her fingers brushing against the delicate petals. The soft fragrance hit her immediately, and for a split second, she let herself imagine. She imagined Jinyoung, maybe, after their dinner. Maybe he had thought of her, maybe he had felt the chemistry too. She thought about the subtle glances, the moments when their eyes met, and the warmth in his voice when he spoke to her. The way he had looked at her with that softness, like she mattered—like she wasn’t just a face in a contract.

As she carefully unwrapped the card, her heart raced as she pictured him, sending flowers instead of a text to apologize for the way he ended things last night. Her mind played tricks, spinning a narrative where the flowers weren’t a mere courtesy but a sweet, thoughtful gesture—his gesture.

“Hoping you enjoyed the date last night” she read, her heart skipping a beat, a smile creeping on her face.

But the fantasy didn’t last.

- From your PR team

Her smile dropped immediatley.

The situation hit her like a freight train. This wasn’t from Jinyoung. It wasn’t from him at all. It was a product of the very system that had orchestrated this entire farce.

Y/N’s hand tightened around the card, her fingers shaking with a mix of disbelief and anger. The flowers that had seemed so beautiful just moments ago now felt suffocating, their once soft fragrance now overwhelming. She stared at them, her mind racing with the realization. The gentle softness of the petals seemed cruel now. They were a symbol of everything that had been taken from her—the illusion of something real, the hope that maybe, just maybe, there was more to this whole arrangement than just the money.

“Maybe they just thought you were pretty”. His words suddenly ran through her head, but now she thought about them differently. They thought, not him. She wasn’t the woman Jinyoung had chosen because of who she was. No. Infact he didn’t even have a say in the matter. She was simply a prop. Another name on a list. And here was the PR company thanking her for it, not Jinyoung.

Her throat burned. She stuffed the card back into the envelope, walking into her apartment and dropping the flower box onto the table.

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At the meeting, Jinyoung arrived early, as usual, his phone already in hand.

He found himself scrolling through the media coverage of last night’s date, lingering on a few of her pictures. Something about the way she had looked—beautiful, composed, and somehow... distant—caught his attention.

But more than the photos, there was a nagging thought at the back of his mind. It was almost funny, he remembered seeing her last night, he remembered what she looked like, and yet, the photos gave a 3rd person confirmation of his thoughts.

He couldn’t help but think --- she looked good.

And as if he needed any reminder, Y/N walked into the room. His gaze flicked over her. She was as calm as ever, but there was something off. Something cold. Her eyes didn’t meet his, and she didn’t acknowledge him as she took her seat.

The room was filling up with the PR team, the usual banter and discussions beginning as the meeting kicked off. Jinyoung glanced at her again—she was deliberately ignoring him. The tension was palpable, and he couldn't help but wonder what had happened between them overnight.

Y/N could feel it the moment she stepped through the door. The entire team was already gathered around, and she noticed they were all quickly sizing her up—probably wondering how she’d handle this wave of attention.

She slid into a seat without looking at Jinyoung, who was seated across from her. His presence loomed over her, but she couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye. The meeting started without a word between them.

“Alright, the media is really starting to get behind this, and it looks like they’re trying to identify her,” said one of the PR staff, his voice cool but efficient. “They’ve got a few leads, but we’ll keep pushing the narrative of mystery for a little while longer. It won’t be long before they make their guesses public.”

Y/N's stomach twisted at the thought. They were treating her like a puzzle piece for their narrative, and the reality of it was beginning to sink in.

“The media seems to approve of the whole ‘mystery woman’ angle, which works for us for now. It keeps them interested without giving them too much,” another PR member added. “But we need to be careful about what’s coming next. They’re already digging into her background. She needs to remain safe. Keep it low-key, no unnecessary public appearances unless we prepare them first.”

A few heads nodded around the table.

The manager continued. "And the most common feedback we’re getting is that you looked nervous around Jinyoung."

Y/N’s face flushed, her hands clenched. She hadn’t expected to be called out like this.

"And while that’s fine for a first date, moving forward, we need you to seem more confident. You can’t be so nervous." The PR member’s words were blunt, their tone demanding. "If you don’t seem comfortable, the audience won’t buy it. We can help with media training, but you have to put in the work to look more at ease. Relax, be into the moment."

Yeah sure if it was with anyone but him. Y/N swallowed, fighting the urge to argue. She could barely manage to breathe with the weight of everything pressing on her. If Jinyoung kept acting like this really was a job, how could she ever feel at ease?

"And Jinyoung, you need to take some responsibility too," the PR person added. "If you're making her feel uncomfortable, it’ll reflect badly on you."

Y/N gritted her teeth, not daring to look at him.

The conversation dragged on, but she was barely listening. She forced herself to nod in agreement, pretending to absorb everything.

Eventually, the meeting concluded. Without looking at Jinyoung, she stood up abruptly

“Thank you for the flowers.” she stated to them. And with that, she walked out the door.

Jinyoung wondered what she was referring to.

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In the break room, Y/N leaned against the counter, trying to steady herself. Her mind was reeling. That’s when Sihoon, one of the PR staff, walked in.

“Trouble in paradise, huh?” Sihoon’s voice was soft, almost teasing.

Y/N raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond right away. She grabbed a cup of water, trying to calm her nerves.

“You know, one time I went on a date and got catfished,” Jihoon said with a half-smile. "Didn't even get paid for that."

Y/N chuckled, despite herself. "At least that was a real experience."

Sihoon laughed too. “Fair enough. But seriously, how are you feeling about all this?”

Y/N hesitated. She didn’t have anyone to talk to about this being a facade— and even if she did no one who could really understand. But Sihoon seemed genuine.

“I never imagined what being on the receiving end of all this attention would feel like,” Y/N admitted, her voice soft, pulling out a chair to sit at the table as well.

Sihoon nodded. “It’s tough. But you’re not alone in this, okay?”

Y/N scoffed. “Yeah, right.”

Sihoon rolled her eyes. “I know Jinyoung can be a little… distant sometimes. But you’re both in the same boat. He knows what you’re going through. It might take him a minute to open up, but you’ll be spending six months together. You’ll get there.”

Y/N wasn’t sure. “I doubt it. He didn’t even text me after last night.”

“What do you mean?” Sihoon asked, concerned.

“He hasn’t even asked how I’m doing. And to top it off, can you believe flowers were delivered to my door, only for the card to be signed by the PR team?” Y/N scoffed looking to Sihoon who seemed guilty.

“Well I guess you can believe it…” Y/N added in realization that Sihoon was on the PR team.

“At least I care” Sihoon reached out, squeezing Y/N hand with a sarcastic smile.

Y/N felt a knot in her chest loosen slightly. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. At least someone seemed to understand the pressure. She sighed and gave Sihoon a grateful look.

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Back in the conference room, Jinyoung sat in silence, still processing Y/N’s sudden exit. What had happened? Why had she walked out so abruptly?

His thumb hovered over his phone again, but there was still no message from her. He frowned, trying to push aside the unease creeping in.

The room began to fill with staff again, and he tried to focus on the meeting. But his mind kept drifting back to Y/N. What had gone wrong? And why did it bother him so much?

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ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘ SQUIRTING FOR THE FIRST TIME ?!

． paring: Caleb, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Rafayel x bratty fem!reader

．summary: how they react when you squirt for the first time!

．warnings: nsfw/smut, creampie, tit fucking, cum-play, rough s*x, cow girl, mirror s*x, spanking, hair pulling, Caleb is a switch (sub to dom), pussy slapping, fingering, nipple sucking and biting.

．note : not proof read also the art is by : rororo_mg on X. Also dunno if this is ooc for them! Also zayne’s part is very long. ^_^

＠ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 ；

Caleb always had that cocky little smirk when he looked at you, all charm and mischief, like he knew exactly what you were up to before you even opened your mouth. And right now, that smirk was stretched wide as he laid beneath you, his hands gripping your thighs while you rocked against his cock, taking him deeper with every bounce.

“God, babe,” he groaned, breath hot against your skin as he pushed himself up just enough to mouth at your tits, teasing one nipple between his lips. “You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

You rolled your hips a little harder just to hear him moan, just to feel the way his cock twitched inside you. “Yeah?” You panted, fingers threading through his sweat-damp hair, tugging just enough to make him look up at you. “I thought pilots were supposed to have more stamina than this.”

His eyes darkened at that, something shifting in the way he gripped you—less playful, more possessive. “Oh, you wanna play like that, pipsqueak?” His voice was rough, teasing, but there was an edge to it now, one that made your stomach clench with anticipation.

Before you could get another smart remark out, he bucked his hips up, thrusting into you hard enough to knock the air from your lungs. A gasp caught in your throat as your clit rubbed right up against his abs, the pressure sparking something electric inside you.

“Shit—” you whined, fingers digging into his shoulders.

Caleb smirked, hands sliding up your waist before one gripped your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Not so mouthy now, huh?”

You should’ve been annoyed—maybe even fought back a little—but the way he was fucking up into you, the way his cock stretched you just right, made it impossible to do anything but whimper. His abs were slick with sweat, flexing beneath you every time he moved, and that friction against your clit was too much.

“Baby—” your voice cracked, body tensing. “Fuck, I—”

Caleb groaned at the way your walls fluttered around him, at the way you trembled in his hold. “Gonna come for me?” He muttered, dragging his thumb over your clit, slow and deliberate. “Go on, pipsqueak, make a mess.”

The coil in your stomach snapped all at once, white-hot pleasure ripping through you as you came harder than you ever had before. Your entire body shook, legs squeezing tight around his waist as the pressure inside you exploded—soaking his cock, his abs, everything beneath you.

“Holy fuck.” His voice was thick with awe and something even deeper, fingers digging into your hips as he fucked you through it, prolonging every second of your high. “Did you just—”

You couldn’t even answer, gasping for air as aftershocks shuddered through you. Caleb swore under his breath, hands roaming up your back before he flipped you onto your back in one smooth motion. His cock was still buried deep inside you, still hard, still throbbing.

“Didn’t know you had that in you,” he murmured, pressing his forehead against yours as he rolled his hips, slow and teasing, making you whimper. “Guess I’ll have to make you do it again, huh?”

Caleb let out a breathless laugh, brushing his fingers over the slick mess coating his abs. His smirk was cocky as ever, but there was something else in his eyes—something darker, more ravenous.

“Damn, pipsqueak,” he murmured, voice husky as he rocked his hips forward again, making you gasp. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

Your whole body was still trembling, oversensitive, but the way his cock dragged against your walls, still so deep, had heat pooling in your stomach all over again.

“Shut up,” you muttered, trying to sound confident, but your voice was wrecked, breathy.

He just grinned, leaning in so close his lips brushed against your ear. “Oh? Thought you liked mouthing off.” His hips rolled forward, slow and deliberate, and you whined at the way your clit dragged against his abs again. “What happened, babe? Already fucked dumb?”

You clenched around him, hands gripping his biceps, trying to push him away just to get a second to breathe. But Caleb wasn’t having it.

“Nuh-uh,” he murmured, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. His strength was effortless, like he wasn’t even trying. “I haven’t even started with you yet.”

Your stomach flipped at the way he said it, that teasing lilt still in his voice, but there was something serious underneath—something that made your pulse stutter.

“Y’know,” he mused, dragging his lips down the column of your throat, pressing just hard enough to make you squirm, “I think I like you better like this. All messy and fucked out.”

You glared at him, trying to get some control back. “I can still—”

He didn’t let you finish. One sharp thrust sent you keening, your back arching as his cock hit that spot deep inside you, sending sparks dancing up your spine.

“What was that, babe?” Caleb’s voice was thick with amusement, but his breathing was rough now, too, his control starting to slip. “Didn’t catch that.”

You couldn’t even answer, too lost in the way he was moving—deep and precise, grinding against your clit just enough to keep you on edge.

“Yeah,” he muttered, nipping at your jaw, “that’s what I thought.”

And then he really started fucking you.

The slow, teasing pace was gone. He set a ruthless rhythm, hips snapping against yours, the sound of skin meeting skin mixing with your ragged moans. His grip on your wrists tightened, keeping you pinned beneath him as he chased his own pleasure, his abs flexing against your clit with every thrust.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against yours. “Can’t believe you were holding out on me, pipsqueak.”

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in deeper, and Caleb cursed, his cock twitching inside you.

“Shit—‘m close,” he gritted out, voice strained. “Gonna let me fill you up, baby? Hm?”

The way he said it sent you spiraling, your orgasm slamming into you so hard your vision blurred. Your whole body clenched around him, nails digging into his shoulders as you cried out, barely aware of anything but the white-hot pleasure consuming you.

Caleb swore, hips stuttering, before he buried himself deep with a rough groan, spilling inside you, heat flooding your core. His grip on your wrists loosened, and he slumped forward, breathless, his forehead pressing against yours.

For a second, neither of you moved, just panting, your bodies still tangled together. Then, Caleb let out a breathless chuckle.

“Well, damn,” he muttered, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips. “First time for everything, huh?”

＠ 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 ；

The soft hum of the med bay was comforting, a backdrop to the electrifying tension building between you and Zayne. He leaned against the counter, a playful grin spreading across his face as he watched you with those piercing eyes, the warmth of his gaze making your heart race.

“You know, I’m technically on duty,” he said, amusement lacing his voice as he crossed his arms.

You smirked, leaning back against the examination table. “Aren’t you supposed to be taking care of your patients, Doctor?”

Zayne stepped closer, the playful edge in his demeanor sharpening. “Oh, trust me, I have my hands full with you.”

With a swift movement, he caught your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto the table. The contact sent a thrill of excitement coursing through you. “Now, what seems to be the problem?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

“Just a little ache,” you replied, biting your lip as you glanced down at his firm body. “Right here.” You pressed your thighs together, the heat pooling in your core making it hard to concentrate.

“Let me see if I can help with that.” Zayne's hands slid up your sides, thumbs brushing over your tits before he leaned in, pressing a heated kiss to your lips. The way his mouth moved against yours ignited something deep within you, and you responded eagerly, your hands tangling in his hair.

Zayne pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression a mix of mischief and desire. “You’re gonna need to be more specific.”

With a determined glint in your eye, you gripped his shirt, pulling him closer. “I want you to make me feel good, Doctor.”

He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. “Well, I do love a challenge.”

In an instant, he had you pinned against the table, his hands exploring your body with expert precision. His mouth found its way to your tits, hot and wet as he sucked and teased, his hands trailing down your sides. Every flick of his tongue sent shivers down your spine, making your breath hitch.

“Zayne,” you gasped, arching into him as pleasure coursed through you.

He pulled back, eyes dark with lust. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

Zayne knelt before you, hands gripping your thighs as he spread your legs apart, his breath hot against your core. “Let’s see just how responsive you are.”

His fingers slid between your folds, teasing your clit with gentle strokes that sent waves of pleasure crashing over you. You gasped, arching your back as he worked you closer to the edge.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “So responsive, so eager.”

You whimpered, fingers tightening in his hair as he curled his fingers inside you, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. “Zayne, please,” you begged, unable to control the desperate need building inside you.

“Please what?” He smirked, clearly enjoying the power he had over you. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“More,” you gasped, your hips rolling against his hand. “I want to come—please!”

With a wicked grin, he obliged, quickening the pace of his fingers, his thumb rubbing firm circles on your clit. The pressure built rapidly, the heat spreading through you until it consumed every thought.

“Come for me,” he commanded, voice low and sultry. “I want to see you fall apart.”

That was all it took. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you squirted all over him, soaking his fingers and the floor beneath you. You cried out, your body trembling as Zayne worked you through it, his gaze filled with a mix of awe and hunger.

“Damn,” he breathed, wiping his fingers on his shirt, clearly enjoying the mess you’d made. “You really know how to make a doctor’s day.”

You shot him a playful glare, breathless but eager for more. “Don’t think you’re done with me yet.”

Zayne chuckled, leaning in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

In one swift motion, he pulled you upright, his hands gripping your hair as he pressed you back against the table, his gaze intense and commanding. “Now, let’s see just how far we can push your limits.”

Zayne's grip on your hair tightened as he leaned closer, his breath hot against your skin. “You made quite the mess, babe. I hope you’re ready for round two.”

You felt a rush of excitement at his words, your body still buzzing from the intense release. “I can take it,” you replied, trying to sound confident even as your heart raced in anticipation.

“Good,” he said, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “Because I’m just getting started.”

Zayne positioned himself between your legs, his hands roaming down your thighs as he leaned in to plant teasing kisses along your stomach. You squirmed beneath him, your skin alive with sensitivity, every touch sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

“Let’s make sure those lovely tits get the attention they deserve,” he murmured, his mouth finally closing around one of your nipples, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.

You gasped, arching your back as waves of pleasure radiated from your chest. “Zayne, that feels so good,” you breathed, fingers digging into the table as you pushed against him, craving more.

He glanced up at you, eyes dark with desire. “I love hearing you say that,” he said, switching to your other nipple, giving it the same attention while his fingers trailed down your stomach to your slick folds.

With deft fingers, he teased your clit again, circling and pressing just right as he continued to suckle your breast. The combination of sensations had your head spinning, your body responding eagerly to his every touch.

“Z—Zayne, pleaseeee,” you whimpered, feeling the familiar tension building once more.

“Please what?” he taunted, his breath hot against your skin. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Just… don’t stop,” you managed to gasp, urgency creeping into your voice.

“Good answer,” he said, a satisfied smirk on his face as he increased the pressure, fingers moving faster as he thrust two of them deep inside you. The sudden stretch made you moan loudly, your hips grinding against his hand instinctively.

“Look at you, baby,” he teased, his voice low and sultry. “So fucking desperate for my cock.”

“Zayne, I need you,” you breathed, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable. “Please.”

“Alright, but first…” He pulled back slightly, positioning himself between your thighs again. “I want you to try something new.”

Before you could process what he meant, he guided your hands to your breasts, encouraging you to squeeze and play with them while he pumped his cock in front of you. The sight of him, so hard and ready, made your mouth water.

“Tit fuck me,” he commanded, his voice low and demanding. “Show me how much you want it.”

You nodded eagerly, wrapping your hands around your tits and pressing them together, creating a perfect valley for his cock. The warmth of your body against him made Zayne groan, and you felt a thrill at the power you held over him, even as he watched you with a hungry gaze.

“Just like that, babe. Perfect,” he encouraged, guiding his cock between your tits, the sensation driving you wild.

You could hardly believe how good it felt, his cock sliding between your flesh as you pushed your chest together tighter, looking up at him through your lashes. “You like this, huh?”

“Fuck yes,” he grunted, his hands gripping your wrists as he pushed himself deeper between your tits. “You’re so good at this, baby.”

The heat in your core grew as you continued, each thrust of his cock making you wetter, slickness pooling between your legs. Zayne was losing himself in the pleasure, eyes rolling back as he thrust deeper, each movement sending waves of satisfaction through both of you.

“Damn, I’m gonna come,” he warned, his voice strained, as he watched you with pure lust.

“Do it,” you urged, the thrill of it all pushing you closer to your own edge. “I want to feel you.”

With a deep groan, Zayne thrust forward one last time, his cock hitting the perfect spot as he spilled himself between your breasts, warm ropes of cum painting your skin.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, watching the sight of him losing control over you, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

“Now, that’s a mess,” he chuckled, looking down at the sticky fluid covering your chest. “You’re lucky I like it messy.”

You smiled, feeling a rush of confidence at the way he watched you. “I think I might have to return the favor, Doctor.”

Zayne raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Oh really? And how do you plan on doing that?”

With a mischievous grin, you slid off the table, dropping to your knees in front of him, looking up at him with a playful glint in your eye. “Let me show you.”

He let out a low laugh, clearly impressed by your boldness. “I’m all yours, baby.”

Zayne leaned down, his fingers sliding into your hair, yanking your head back just enough to make you gasp. His smirk was wicked, voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re still feeling bold, huh? Let’s see how long that lasts.”

Before you could fire back, he flipped you over, pressing your chest flat against the examination table. His large hands gripped your ass, spreading you open as he dragged the tip of his cock through your slick folds, teasing your clit until you squirmed beneath him.

“Look at you, so fucking wet,” he murmured, his free hand coming down hard on your ass. The sharp sting made you jolt, a needy whimper escaping you. “You act like a brat, but your body tells me exactly what you want.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” you bit out, pushing back against him.

Zayne chuckled darkly. “Still mouthing off?” He didn’t wait for an answer—he thrust into you in one smooth motion, stretching you open as his cock filled you completely.

Your fingers clawed at the table as a strangled moan left your lips. “Fuck—Zayne!”

“That’s right, baby. Let me hear you,” he groaned, setting a brutal pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the med bay, mixed with the filthy wet sounds of him fucking you deep.

His grip tightened on your hips, pulling you back onto his cock harder. The angle had him slamming against your g-spot with every thrust, sending pleasure surging through your body.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, one hand slipping between your legs, fingers finding your clit. He rubbed firm, tight circles, making your legs shake. “I can feel you squeezing me—getting close, aren’t you?”

You were falling apart too fast, the heat coiling in your stomach, the relentless pace of his cock driving you straight to the edge. “Z-Zayne, I—”

“I know, baby,” he murmured, his voice dropping into something dark and commanding. “Come for me. I want to feel you gush all over my cock.”

His fingers pressed harder against your clit, and just like that, the pleasure hit you like a tidal wave. Your body locked up, back arching as you came hard, a sharp cry ripping from your throat as you squirted all over him.

“Fuck yes,” Zayne groaned, watching you soak him. “That’s my good girl.”

Your body trembled, but he didn’t stop. He pulled out just long enough to spread your slickness all over his cock, smearing your wetness against your folds before thrusting back into you with a deep, guttural moan.

The overstimulation had you whimpering, but the pleasure was addicting, your walls fluttering around him as he chased his own release.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he rasped, his thrusts turning erratic. “Gonna fill you up—”

With one last deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, groaning as he spilled inside you, hot cum flooding your pussy. He rocked his hips a few more times, letting you feel every drop before slowly pulling out.

A filthy wet sound followed, his cum oozing from your used hole. Zayne hummed in approval, dragging his fingers through the mess before pushing some of it back inside you, his smirk downright sinful.

“Can’t let it go to waste,” he murmured, watching as you twitched beneath him, body still sensitive. “You look so damn pretty like this, baby.”

You shuddered, still trying to catch your breath, but managed to shoot him a glare. “You’re a menace.”

Zayne only chuckled, sliding his arms around your waist to pull you into his lap, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to your lips. “And yet, you keep coming back.”

You sighed, leaning into him, exhaustion and satisfaction settling over you. “…Shut up.”

His grin widened. “Whatever you say, babe.”

＠ 𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 ；

Xavier had you sprawled out beneath him, his toned body hovering over yours as his fingers ghosted over your skin, teasing, taunting, driving you insane. His sharp blue eyes gleamed with amusement as he trailed his hand between your thighs, brushing over your already swollen clit.

“Mm, look at you,” he mused, voice smooth, dripping with arrogance. “So desperate for me, and yet you were acting like a little brat just a few minutes ago.”

You huffed, shifting beneath him, trying to grind against his hand. “Maybe if you weren’t so slow, I wouldn’t have to be.”

Xavier chuckled, but the amusement in his eyes darkened, something more dangerous lurking beneath. “Oh? Is that right?”

Before you could process it, his palm cracked against your thigh, then your ass, the sharp sting sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

“Ah—Xavier!” you yelped, the sound melting into a moan as he smoothed his hand over the heated skin.

“Now, that’s better,” he murmured, fingers dipping back between your folds, slipping through the wetness there. “God, you’re soaked, babe. You really do like being put in your place, don’t you?”

You bit your lip, refusing to answer, but a sharp slap to your ass had you gasping.

“I asked you a question,” he said, his voice all silk and steel.

“…Maybe,” you muttered, face burning.

He tsked, but you could hear the smirk in his voice. “You’re such a pain in the ass.” Another sharp slap made you whimper. “But you’re my pain in the ass.”

You shivered at that, but before you could say anything else, Xavier finally gave in, pushing two fingers into your pussy, stretching you open. The pleasure was immediate, your back arching as he curled them just right, finding that spot that made you tremble.

“Xavier—”

“I know, baby,” he purred, working his fingers faster, pressing his thumb to your clit. “You’re taking me so well.”

Your breath hitched as the pleasure built fast, the coil in your stomach tightening with every stroke. “I-I need more—”

He smirked. “More?” He withdrew his fingers, ignoring your whine of protest as he leaned back, positioning himself between your legs. “Guess I’ll just have to fuck you properly then.”

You barely had a second to react before he was pushing inside, stretching you open with his cock. The stretch was intense, your walls fluttering around him as he bottomed out, a low groan slipping from his lips.

“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he murmured, rolling his hips, making you whimper. “So damn tight, baby.”

His hands gripped your hips, setting a ruthless pace, each thrust hitting deep, rubbing against that spot that had you seeing stars. The pleasure was dizzying, your tits bouncing with every movement, heat building in your stomach at an alarming pace.

Xavier watched you, a smug smirk curling his lips. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

You could barely think, barely breathe, the pressure in your core reaching its peak. “X-Xavier, I—”

“I want to see you lose control,” he rasped, his thumb rubbing messy circles against your clit, pushing you over the edge. “Come for me, babe.”

And just like that, the tension snapped, pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your whole body shuddered as you came, the force of it so intense that you felt yourself squirt all over his abs.

A strangled moan left your lips, your mind hazy as you collapsed beneath him, body twitching from the aftershocks.

Xavier stilled for a moment, glancing down at the mess you’d made, before a slow, wicked grin spread across his face. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, running a hand over his slick-covered abs before bringing it to his lips, licking it off with a satisfied hum. “That was fucking hot.”

Your face burned, embarrassment creeping in, but before you could protest, he thrust into you again, making you gasp.

“Oh no,” he chuckled darkly. “We’re not done yet. I need to see you do that again.”

And with the way he was looking at you—hungry, insatiable—you knew you were in for a long night.

＠ 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒 ；

Sylus sat with his back against the headboard, his toned arms resting lazily on the pillows, watching you with those piercing red eyes. His expression was unreadable—calm, controlled—but the way his fingers kneaded into your thighs told you everything. He was holding back. Letting you set the pace. But for how long?

You were straddling his lap, his cock buried deep inside you, stretching you open in a way that had your whole body trembling. Your hands were planted on his chest, nails pressing into his skin as you struggled to move, overwhelmed by the sheer fullness of him.

“Look at you,” Sylus murmured, voice smooth, laced with amusement. “Acting all shy now.” His fingers tightened on your hips. “Didn’t seem so shy when you were teasing me earlier, baby.”

Your face burned, but you still mustered up a glare. “I wasn’t teasing,” you muttered, shifting slightly, gasping when the movement made his cock press even deeper.

His lips quirked, but his patience was wearing thin. “No? Then what do you call sitting in my lap, grinding against me, acting like you weren’t desperate to be fucked?”

Your breath hitched, and you looked away, refusing to answer.

Sylus hummed, his hands sliding up to your waist, his grip steady but firm. “That’s what I thought.” He guided you up, just enough for the tip of his cock to nearly slip out before dragging you back down onto him. A sharp gasp tore from your lips, your nails raking over his chest as pleasure shot up your spine.

The stretch was too much, the sensation unbearable in the best way. You wanted to move, to fuck yourself on his cock properly, but your body was weak, trembling from how deep he reached inside you.

A whimper escaped your lips, and Sylus groaned at the sound, his composure slipping. “Fuck, baby,” he murmured, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. “You feel so fucking good.”

Your thighs burned, struggling to keep up with the pace you wanted, and he noticed. The second you faltered, Sylus’s control snapped.

“Can’t do it yourself, huh?” he mused, though his voice was rougher now, his patience long gone. “That’s fine. I’ve got you.”

Before you could react, he gripped your ass, holding you still as he rolled his hips up into you, slow but deep, dragging a broken moan from your lips. Then he did it again. And again.

The pace was brutal, his cock hitting spots that had you gripping onto him for dear life, pleasure mounting too fast to control. Your clit throbbed, the friction driving you higher, pushing you toward a peak that felt different—more intense, more overwhelming than anything you’d ever felt.

“S-Sylus—”

“I know, baby,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your throat. “You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?”

You could only nod, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

“Then let go,” he rasped, one hand sliding between you to rub your clit, his thrusts never slowing. “Come for me.”

The coil in your stomach snapped, pleasure crashing over you with a force that left you gasping, your whole body shuddering as the orgasm ripped through you. A sharp cry tore from your lips as you felt it—felt yourself squirt, the rush of liquid soaking Sylus’s cock, dripping down onto his thighs.

A deep groan rumbled from his chest, his red eyes dark with something primal as he watched you tremble in his lap, completely wrecked.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, voice thick with hunger. “Didn’t know you could do that.”

You barely had the energy to respond, your body still pulsing from the aftershocks, but Sylus wasn’t finished. His hands flexed on your waist before he thrust up into you again, burying himself deep as his own release hit, warmth flooding your insides as he came.

Your body slumped against his, breathless, skin slick with sweat. Sylus ran a hand through your hair, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple, his other hand lazily trailing over your thigh, brushing against the mess between your legs.

“Looks like I fucked you stupid,” he murmured, smug.

Your weak glare didn’t faze Sylus in the slightest. If anything, it made him smirk, that lazy, knowing expression that only made your stomach tighten all over again. His fingers traced over your thigh, slipping dangerously close to the mess between your legs, deliberately teasing.

“You made a mess, baby,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement. “Didn’t expect you to squirt like that.” His thumb brushed your swollen clit, making your body jolt against him.

Your breath hitched, still sensitive from your orgasm, but Sylus didn’t care. He spread his fingers, rubbing your pink and creamy slick over your inner thighs, then over his cock, still buried inside you, his release mixing with the wetness between your legs.

“Feel that?” His voice dropped lower, more deliberate. “You’re still drippin’ all over me.”

A whimper escaped your lips as he pressed down on your clit, rubbing slow, tight circles. Your body twitched from the overstimulation, your thighs trembling on either side of him.

“S-Sylus—”

“Hmm?” His free hand slid up your body, fingers curling around your tits, kneading the soft flesh. “Something wrong?”

You shuddered, hips jerking involuntarily against his touch. “Too much—”

He only chuckled, rolling a nipple between his fingers while keeping steady pressure on your clit. “Too much, huh?” He tilted his head, eyes burning into yours. “That’s funny, baby, ’cause your pussy is still clenching around me like you want more.”

Your breath came in short, uneven gasps, torn between sensitivity and the sharp need still buzzing under your skin. He was pushing you past your limit, and he knew it.

Sylus shifted, pressing you down against his chest, trapping you against his heat. His lips brushed over your jaw, his breath warm against your skin. “Be good for me,” he murmured, a sharp contrast to the way his fingers slid between your folds, spreading your slick. “Let me have one more.”

You whimpered, body tensing, but when he thrust up into you—slow, deep, filling you all over again—the last of your resistance crumbled.

＠ 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 ；

Rafayel’s eyes locked onto yours, that intense pink and blue gaze igniting a fire inside you. He stepped closer, his smirk teasing as he caught the challenge in your expression. “Feeling mean today, huh?”

“Maybe I am,” you shot back, a playful glint in your eye. “What are you going to do about it?”

Without warning, he lifted you effortlessly, settling you on the edge of the bed. You felt your heart race as he knelt before you, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading your legs apart.

“You know I love it when you act like this,” he said, a low growl in his voice as his fingers slid between your wet folds, teasing your pussy. “But let’s see how long you can keep up that attitude.”

His fingers worked expertly, stroking your clit and plunging deep into your slick heat. “You’re already soaked, baby. Can’t resist me, can you?”

You gasped, trying to maintain your defiance but quickly losing your resolve. “Shut up, Raf.”

“Make me,” he challenged, his smirk growing wider as he thrust his fingers deeper, curling them to hit that spot inside you. Your breath hitched, and your back arched as pleasure coursed through you.

“Raf, please,” you whimpered, squirming against his touch, desperate for more.

He didn’t waste any time; with one swift motion, he positioned himself at your entrance, his cock throbbing and ready. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

“I want it,” you begged, feeling the need building inside you. “Please!”

“Good girl,” he said, and in one powerful thrust, he filled you completely. You gasped at the stretch, his cock hitting all the right spots. “Look at you, so fuckin’ needy.”

He set a brutal rhythm, thrusting deep and hard, his body slamming into yours as he kept his eyes locked on yours, watching every reaction. The pressure built inside you, the familiar tension coiling tighter with each thrust.

“Raf, I’m so close!” you cried, feeling your body ready to explode.

“Just a little more, baby. Let it happen,” he urged, his pace relentless, driving you closer to the edge.

With one final thrust, everything snapped. You felt the overwhelming wave of pleasure crash over you as you squirted for the first time, soaking his cock and the sheets beneath you. Your body trembled, and cries escaped your lips as pleasure washed over you in waves.

Rafayel grunted, his thrusts becoming more frantic as he watched you come undone. “That’s it! Just like that!” he growled, losing himself in the sensation.

“Raf!” you screamed, unable to contain the intense pleasure coursing through you.

“Fuck, I’m right there!” he grunted, thrusting deep as he chased his own release, filling you with his warmth as you both rode the wave together.

Breathless, he collapsed against you, the heat of your bodies mingling as you came down from the high. “You really know how to make things wild,” he panted, a satisfied grin plastered across his face.

Rafayel's grin returned as he caught his breath, that playful glint never leaving his eyes. “Damn, babe, you really squirted everywhere,” he said, looking down at the mess you both made. “Guess I really know how to get you going.”

You laughed breathlessly, the tension from earlier still buzzing in your body. “Yeah, well, maybe you should get used to it.”

“Oh, I plan to,” he shot back, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he playfully nudged you with his knee. “Ready for round two?”

With a quick movement, he turned you around, positioning you on all fours. “Time to show you how fun mirror sex can be,” he teased, guiding himself back inside you from behind.

“Just look at those tits bouncing,” he remarked, his voice light and teasing. “I could watch this all day.”

You felt the familiar mix of pleasure and irritation bubbling up, but the way he kept his tone silly made it hard to stay mad. “You’re ridiculous,” you replied, pushing back against him, wanting more of that delicious friction.

“Ridiculously good at this, right?” he quipped, thrusting harder, the sound of skin slapping filling the air. “Feel that, babe? You like it when I hit you like this?”

“God, yes!” you cried, loving the way his cock filled you up, the way he perfectly mirrored your movements, matching your pace with every thrust.

“Then let’s make a mess again,” he grinned, his tone dripping with playful confidence. With each thrust, he picked up speed, pushing you closer to that familiar edge.

“Raf, I’m close!” you gasped, your clit rubbing against the bed as he drove deeper.

“Let it go, babe,” he urged, his hands gripping your hips tightly, guiding your movements as you both built toward that climax again. “I want to see you squirt again.”

With his words igniting something primal within you, you surrendered to the pleasure, feeling the tension build until it burst. You squirted again, moaning as pleasure washed over you, the sensation more intense this time as he continued to thrust, sending you spiraling into ecstasy.

“Fuck yes! That’s my girl!” he shouted, his own release following closely as he filled you up, both of you lost in the bliss of the moment.

As you both caught your breath, Rafayel leaned down, his playful demeanor returning, pulling you back against his chest. “You ready for round three? I think we can make an even bigger mess this time.”

You smiled, the warmth of his body against yours making you feel alive. “Bring it on, babe. I’m ready for whatever you’ve got.”

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d-noona · 4 months ago

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So you've done cock sizes and squirting reactions for the LADS but what about how each of them cum/orgasm? Streams, spurts, a lot, a little? Holding close or gripping tight with hands? Pulling forward? Etc.

.☘︎ ݁˖ . HOW THEY CUM !

✧ paring : sylus, caleb, xavier, zayne, rafayel x reader (separate)

✧ tws : nsfw/smut, creampie, cow-girl, doggy style, sub!rafayel, spanking, hair pulling, gagging, biting, neck kissing and others!

Sylus is the type to cum hard and deep, letting out a low, breathy groan as his muscles tense up. His orgasms are intense but controlled—he doesn’t lose himself completely, but you can feel the power behind each thrust as he pushes in as deep as possible, holding you firmly against him like he’s trying to fuse your bodies together.

He’s a spurter, releasing in thick, strong pulses that hit deep and leave a warmth that lingers. His grip tightens—whether it’s his hands around your waist, one wrapped in your hair, or fingers digging into your thighs as he keeps you in place. If he’s really lost in the moment, he’ll let out a quiet “Fuck—”under his breath, voice husky and slightly shaky.

If you’re riding him, he’ll pull you down flush against his chest at the last second, holding you still as he empties himself inside. He likes to feel every second of it, dragging it out by rolling his hips, making sure nothing goes to waste. Even after he cums, he doesn’t let go immediately—his hands linger, his breathing heavy as he presses lazy, possessive kisses against your skin, still reveling in the aftershocks.

Caleb is a slow builder when it comes to orgasm. He holds back, savoring every second, his breath growing more ragged as he gets closer. When he finally lets go, it’s a long, shuddering release, his body trembling slightly as he pulses inside you. His cum doesn’t spurt out in thick shots—it seeps out in warm, steady waves, spilling deep and coating every inch. It’s messy, unhurried, and almost overwhelming.

His hands aren’t gripping tight like Sylus—Caleb’s more about holding you firm yet gentle, big hands resting heavy on your hips or sliding up your back to pull you close against his chest. If he’s behind you, his fingers will dig into your waist, guiding you slowly through the aftershocks as he catches his breath.

He’s not loud, but you’ll hear him—a sharp inhale, a low groan that vibrates against your skin, maybe even a whispered “That’s it, pipsqueak…” if he’s feeling particularly rough. And he doesn’t pull out immediately—he likes the feeling of being buried inside you, soaking in the heat and wetness, his lips brushing against your neck as he rides out the last waves of pleasure with slow, lazy rolls of his hips.

Xavier’s orgasm hits him like a slow-burning fire, one that builds into a sharp, almost unbearable peak before he goes still for a second—then completely unravels. His release isn’t about spurts or streams—it’s a deep, throbbing pulse, a thick warmth that just keeps flowing out of him, filling you up in heavy waves that seem to last longer than they should. You can feel every tight clench of his abs, every twitch of his cock inside you as he gives in completely.

In doggy style, he loses himself in the control, gripping your hair at the base of your skull and pulling just hard enough to arch your back perfectly for him. The moment he cums, he yanks you up onto your knees, keeping his chest flush against your back while his free hand locks onto your hip, forcing you still as he buries himself deep and stays there, making sure you take every last drop. His breathing is ragged against your ear, a rough growl of your name slipping past his lips, low and strained, like he’s fighting the urge to keep fucking into you through the aftershocks.

Even when he’s finished, he doesn’t let go right away. His hand in your hair loosens, fingers slipping down to cup your throat, thumb stroking your jaw as he lets out a deep, satisfied sigh. And if you so much as try to move before he’s ready? His grip tightens again—a silent demand to stay right where you are.

Zayne’s orgasm is a slow, aching surrender—he tries to hold back, tries to draw it out, but when it hits, it’s unshakable. His release isn’t sharp or sudden; it’s a deep, rolling pleasure that spreads through his body like a slow wave. His cum seeps out thick and heavy, pouring into you in lazy, unhurried pulses that leave a deep warmth behind. He doesn’t tense up completely—instead, his muscles shudder subtly, his breath hitching as he lets out a quiet, gritted groan that melts into a low chuckle.

With you on your knees, ass up, he runs a warm palm over your skin, fingers squeezing possessively before he delivers a slow, deliberate slap to your ass—not rough, but firm enough to make you jolt slightly beneath him. Again. And again. Each time, his touch lingers, soothing over the heat his hand left behind, his other hand pressing into the dip of your lower back to keep you exactly where he wants you.

When he finally cums, his grip tightens just enough to hold you steady, his hips pushing forward in one last deep roll as he sinks inside you to the hilt. A deep, satisfied “Fuck… that’s my girl.” escapes him as he rests his forehead against your spine, catching his breath. His hands stay on you, tracing your curves, squeezing your hips, his fingers drifting lazily over your skin. And before he even thinks about pulling out, you’ll feel one last, lingering smack against your ass, paired with a smug little hum—as if he’s already thinking about the next time.

Rafayel tries to hold back, tries to keep his composure, but the moment he gets too close, his body betrays him. His breathing gets uneven, his thighs tense beneath your touch, and his hands clutch at whatever they can find—your hips, the sheets, his own wrists if you’ve pinned them down. His orgasm isn’t sharp or explosive; it’s messy, drawn out, overwhelming. His cock twitches and throbs, spilling out in slow, leaking pulses that leave him trembling beneath you. He gasps, eyes fluttering shut, a soft whimper slipping from his lips as his body completely melts into your touch.

The moment your teeth sink into his shoulder, his whole body jerks beneath you, a strangled sound escaping his throat as his head tilts back. Too much. Too good. His fingers dig into your skin, desperate for something to ground himself with, but the pain mixed with pleasure only makes him unravel faster. His chest heaves, muscles tensing, before he finally slumps back, completely spent, completely at your mercy.

Even after he’s finished, his body still twitches with aftershocks, his cock giving one last weak throb as he lets out a breathless, needy whine. His hands tremble slightly when they reach for you, still craving your warmth, still needing to be held, to be reassured. If you press another bite into his skin—softer this time—he’ll shiver, let out a breathy little “Please…” before burying his face in your neck, too dazed to do anything but let you have your way with him all over again.

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