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Love Me, Touch Me, Eat Me

Pairings: Various Love&Deepspace Men x reader (Caleb x reader, Rafayel x reader, Zayne x reader, Sylus x reader, Xavier x reader— separate)

Summary: You love him, and he loves you. You love the way he makes you feel, how he shows his love for you. You love the little things he does for you, and he loves every little thing about you. You also love how he buries his cock deep inside you— almost as much as he loves the feeling of your gummy walls around him.

Note: Wowie, my first Love&Deepspace smut! I was heavily debating if I wanted the LADS men to run a train on reader or if I should just make it into a separate smut where each man gets their smut portion. I had the spinning wheel choose the fic style and the order in which they were. Due to the contents in this fanfic, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! If anyone is interested in joining, my Discord server is currently open. If you're interested in joining a small community of people who play LADS alongside Hoyoverse games, I'll provide the server link at the end of this fic. Anyway! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr), Ko-Fi (also Genshinluvr/Aaliah_exo), and AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Horribly written smut, PiV sex, mirror sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, doggy style, cowgirl, bath sex, vaginal fingering, double penetration, anal sex, Rafayel has two cocks, slight exhibitionism, missionary, mating press.

Word Count: 6.5k

Sometimes, words aren’t enough to express how much you love each other. You love how he makes you feel, how much he cares about you, and how he shows his love and care for you. Whenever you return from a long and tiring mission, he’s the first one to greet you when you return to Linkon City. When it’s raining and you forgot to bring an umbrella, he has an umbrella ready to go, shielding you from the raindrops.

Whenever it’s his birthday, you make sure to go all out for him. You make sure to invite all of his close friends and colleagues to the birthday party before straying away from the party to spend some alone time with him. The way he gazes at you with love and gratitude, wrapping his arms around your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck, whispering “happy birthday” into his ears, kissing his cheeks.

Every time you return from a solo mission, the first thing he does (aside from twirling you around in his arms and kissing your lips) is to check for any injury on your body. No matter how small the injury, he’s hovering around you, making sure you’re okay. The one time when you sustained a near-fatal injury almost sent him into a frenzy. When you regained your consciousness, he was by your side, holding your hands and making sure you were comfortable. You reach up and rub his furrowing eyebrows, watching the creases slowly smooth over before he lets out a relieved sigh, burying his face into your neck.

“I thought I lost you,” he whispers, tightening his arms around you while making sure not to hurt you in the process.

You kiss the crown of his head, running your hands through his hair. “Can’t get rid of me that easily,” you joke, resting your chin on his head.

The fear of losing you is greater than anything he can imagine. He would rather lose everything than lose you.

You are absolutely obsessed with him, and he’s obsessed with you. Probably more than you are with him, but who’s keeping track? He loves the feeling of your soft and gentle touch against his skin, the way you run your fingers through his hair, and the way your hand is much smaller compared to his.

There are times when you would initiate a play fight with him, just to see something. You wanted to see if you could dominate someone as big as he is, and you’re certain you can very much do that. Sometimes he lets you win so that he can see the adorably huge smile plastered on your face while you loudly cheer and declare victory.

You stand over him, both hands propped on your hips with your chest puffed out. “I’m the winner! I am officially stronger than you!” You said, poking the tip of his nose.

He grabs you by the wrist, leaning on the couch with a lazy smile. “Yeah, you got me. How should I reward the winner, hm?”

You contemplate, looking away from your prey. With you distracted, he takes that opportunity to pull you forward. Your breath gets caught in your throat when you stumble forward, falling on top of him. You look down at him, playfully glaring at him while he smirks up at you. Before you open your mouth to say something, he flips you over onto your back, pinning you to the couch with your arms above your head. His large hands easily cover your much smaller ones.

You glare up at him, blowing the strands of hair away from your face. “That’s not fair! I was distracted!”

He lightly boops your nose with a teasing grin. “Tsk, tsk. Never take your eyes away from the enemy.”

You continue to glare at him, staring holes into his skull. The man above you laughs, leaning down, his face mere inches away from yours. You gulp, the glare you once had on your face quickly melts into something more… meek. It’s cute, really— seeing a kitten retract her claws when a much bigger predator comes into light.

- Caleb: -

Caleb loves eating you out, and when he does it, he makes sure you enjoy it as much as he does. He loves feeling you squirm underneath him, legs pinned against your chest while he buries his face into your dripping cunt. The sounds you make while he licks and slurps your juices drive him insane.

Your fingers are tangled in his soft, black hair, biting down on your lips to keep the noises to a minimum. “Fuck, Caleb~” you whine, thighs feeling sore due to having it pinned against your chest for who knows how long now. “I don’t know how much longer I’ll last.”

The thought of you cumming in his mouth for the third time motivates him to continue what he’s doing. Your back arches as you feel the familiar feeling in your lower abdomen. It’s like a knot that is getting tighter and tighter as you approach your orgasm. Only this time, it’s different because you feel overstimulated.

“Caleb, I’m going to cum!” You whine, grip tightening on his hair.

Caleb releases your left leg and begins to pinch and roll your clit, occasionally tugging on your engorged bundle of nerves, sending shockwaves throughout your trembling body. You let out a choked moan, tensing underneath Caleb when your orgasm hits you like a train. When you go completely limp on your bed, Caleb proceeds to slurp up your juices while occasionally taking your clit in his mouth and sucking on them.

You lightly push his shoulder. “You’re going to overstimulate me even more,” you whine, squinting at Caleb.

Caleb laughs, pressing a kiss on the side of your thigh before kneeling. “Oh? I thought you liked being overstimulated. Last time I checked, you challenged me to see how many times I can get you to cum—”

“I know, but not just by eating me out, you panty sniffer!” You whine.

Caleb stares at you, mouth agape. Wait, did he hear you correctly? You and Caleb stare at each other in silence. Caleb scoffs, shaking his head while poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. There’s no way in hell you know about him sniffing your panties while you’re away and he’s doing your laundry. Caleb pretends not to hear what you call him before flipping you over on your stomach.

Caleb chuckles, shaking his head as he adjusts you to get on your elbows and knees. “You really like pushing my buttons, don’t you, pipsqueak?” Caleb asks, smacking your ass.

You yelp in surprise and look at Caleb over your shoulder. “Yeah, and what about it? You love it.” You stick your tongue out at Caleb.

You don’t hear a response from Caleb. Instead, you feel something warm and hard brushing up against your thighs. You unintentionally shudder at the feeling while Caleb parts your legs. You face the bedframe, mentally prepping for what’s to come.

Caleb grabs his hard cock, strokes it a few times before pressing it against your sopping wet heat. You gasp and squeeze your eyes shut when you feel Caleb slowly sink his cock into your dripping cunt. You grasp onto the bedsheets, clenching your jaws when the stretch continues as Caleb sinks further into you.

“Fuck,” you and Caleb gasp.

Caleb slowly leans forward, covering your body with his, and pressing his chest against your back. He wraps his arm around your waist, burying his face into your neck when every inch of him is inside you. Caleb gives you time to adjust to his size, feeling you tremble in his arms and your gummy wall pulsing around his dick.

Caleb lets out a breathy laugh. “You’re squeezing me really hard, there, pipsqueak.”

“You’re balls deep inside me, and you’re calling me pipsqueak?” You whimper, trying to adjust to the size of Caleb’s cock.

Caleb unwraps his arm around your waist before grabbing onto your right leg, folding it to your chest before slowly pulling his cock out of you. Caleb doesn’t completely pull his cock out of your warm entrance, he leaves only the tip inside for about thirty seconds before slamming back into you. You cry out, your walls squeezing his member.

Caleb continues to hover over you while thrusting into your squelching cunt. Caleb’s trying so hard to hold back from fucking you into the mattress. The sound of skin-to-skin contact fills the once-quiet air, along with the sounds of your gasps, moans, and whimpers. Both his hands make their way to your waist, grabbing your waist with an iron grip.

“You’re so tight,” Caleb mutters through clenched teeth.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when the tip of Caleb’s cock hits your g-spot, making you shudder and gasp. Caleb sends one hard thrust into your cunt, causing both your arms to give out from underneath you.

“Ha~ sorry, pipsqueak. I couldn’t help myself,” Caleb pants, now lying on top of you.

Before you can retort, Caleb quickens his thrusts into your dripping cunt. You dig your nails into Caleb’s arms, squealing when the mushroom tip of his cock repeatedly batters your cervix. You feel Caleb wrap his hand around your neck, pulling you up against his chest while he continuously thrusts into you.

Caleb’s chest heaves with every breath. “You like that, don’t you? You were begging for it, and now that I’m giving you what you want, are you satisfied?” Caleb whispers into your ears.

You bite down on your lips, drawing blood. “Mmhm! I… I…” You trail off, your eyes nearly crossing when he hits the same spot with his cock.

Caleb snickers, burying his face into your neck before licking a stripe up your neck. “That’s not an answer, [Y/N]. Use your words.” Caleb coos.

“Fuck! Yes! Yes, I like it, Caleb!” You wail, writhing in his arms as he continues to pistons his thick cock into your abused hole.

There’s no way in hell you’ll last another hour. Caleb made you cum twice already and you’re feeling overstimulated, your cunt feels raw and sore with how hard and fast Caleb’s thrusting into you. Satisfied with your answer, Caleb bites down on your neck and continues plowing into you with no remorse, chasing his impending orgasm that’s rapidly approaching.

- Xavier: -

“Xavier, what if someone walks by and sees us?” You whimper, tightening your legs and arms around his waist and neck.

Xavier ignores your question as he continues to pounds his cock deep inside you. You arch against Xavier’s chest, body tingling with each thrust. Both you and Xavier are still mostly dressed— you’re wearing a sheer white dress, your panties discarded to the side, on the ground in your apartment. Xavier’s gray slacks are unzipped and pulled down to his mid-thigh; his white button-up shirt is unbuttoned, revealing his bare chest, covered in a thin layer of sweat. Xavier thrusts up into your cunt, making you gasp out loud and tug on his damp hair.

“Oh, fuck! Xavier~!” You moan, head falling onto his shoulder.

All you can hear is Xavier’s panting, and soft grunts as he spears you onto his cock repeatedly. His grip around your waist tightens, his knuckles turning white. Xavier stops thrusting into you momentarily, carrying you away from the window, much to your relief. Your cunt involuntarily clenches around his thick cock, sending tingles throughout Xavier’s body.

Much to your dismay, Xavier unsheathes his member from your sweltering hole and tosses you onto your couch. You bounce and prop yourself up on your elbows, chest heaving up and down with every breath you take.

You watch Xavier toss his shirt haphazardly somewhere in your living room before pulling both his boxers and slacks down to his ankles. You gulp, can’t help but be mesmerized by how his cock bounces over slight movement. When Xavier completely strips himself bare, he looks at you through his thick lashes, locking eyes with you.

Heat rushes to your cheeks immediately, making you look away shyly. Xavier walks over to the edge of the couch, grabs your ankle, and yanks you towards the edge of the couch. You squeal and stare up at Xavier with wide eyes, feeling yourself clench around nothing. God, you love it when Xavier manhandles you around like a ragdoll.

“You’re still dressed,” Xavier comments, eyeing the white slip dress you’re still wearing.

You clear your throat, tucking your unruly hair behind your ears. “Was I supposed to take the dress off?” You feign ignorance, pressing your lips into a thin line to prevent yourself from grinning from ear to ear.

Xavier hums, sliding his hand up your thigh and close to your swollen, wet cunt. “Do you, perhaps, need help with taking it off?” Xavier asks innocently, his blue eyes flickering to your face, waiting for your response.

He’s staring at you with those puppy-dog eyes of his. Those damn eyes, he knows what he’s doing. Xavier can easily manipulate you into thinking he’s harmless, only for him to do irreparable damage to your insides. And you let him do it every time he wants to, because how can you not?

You sigh, running your fingers through your hair. “It’s a little hard to take off, if I’m being honest. Can you help me take it off—”

You’re cut off by Xavier grabbing the end of the white slip dress, yanking it over your head. You’re now bare naked on your couch, legs spread wide open for Xavier. Xavier tosses the dress over his shoulders before crawling on top of you. You lie down on the couch, staring up at Xavier as he situates himself over you. Xavier gently brushes your hair with his fingers and kisses your forehead. You do the same with Xavier, smiling up at your beloved.

He leans down, close to your ears, asking, “Are you ready? Can I continue where I left off?”

“Yeah, I’m ready. You can continue,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around Xavier’s shoulders and kissing his jawline.

Xavier kisses the side of your head. “Good,” he murmurs, grabbing the base of his cock and lines it up in front of your entrance.

You and Xavier gaze into each other's eyes. Xavier pumps his cock, lightly tapping the bulbous tip of his cock on your cunt, coating his cock with your juices. Your heart races against your chest, anticipating Xavier’s cock breaching your entrance. Xavier slowly slides the tip of his member into your entrance, earning a soft gasp from you.

Even though Xavier was ravaging your insides not even ten minutes ago, the feeling of Xavier’s thick cock breaching your entrance again continues to feel foreign to you. Xavier’s eyes roll to the back of his head the more he sinks his cock further into your gummy entrance. Halfway into sinking his cock into you, Xavier suddenly slams the rest of his member into you, earning a choked gasp from you.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” Xavier mutters, burying his face into your neck.

You tighten your arms around Xavier’s neck, wrap one leg around his waist, and press him up against you. You dig your nails into his back, letting out a hiss when he slowly pulls out before plunging his cock back into your squelching hole. Xavier gulps and slowly moves his face down to where your boobs are before latching his lips onto your nipples, sucking and swirling his tongue over your perky nipples.

The pace of Xavier’s thrusts gradually becomes faster. You’re whimpering beneath him, clenching from the intrusion, sopping wet from previous activities, tits bouncing with each thrusts. You swear to the gods that the more Xavier plunges his member into you, your walls will remember every vein and ridges on his cock.

Xavier releases your nipple with a wet pop, crashing his lips onto yours, and slipping his tongue into your mouth. You tangle your fingers into Xavier’s hair, lightly tugging on his soft hair. Xavier moans and whimpers into your mouth when your gummy walls squeezes his cock. You break the kiss, crying out in ecstasy when the tip of his dick punches your cervix.

At this point, you and Xavier have been going at it like rabbits. Xavier tosses your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half. The new position triggers something in you, forming a tight knot in your lower abdomen as Xavier continues hammering his cock into you. You don’t think you can last much longer, and knowing Xavier, he can last way longer than you can. If he has to make you cum more than five times just to be able to chase his release, then that is what he will do.

- Rafayel: -

You and Rafayel sit in his bathtub, your back is pressing up against his chest. The water in the bathtub reaches up to your chest. Both you and Rafayel returned from Rafayel’s art exhibit not too long ago and have decided to take a bubble bath as a way to end the night. Just when you thought it was going to be a relaxing bubble bath with your boyfriend, you’re wrong. As always. What did you really expect?

You lay your head on Rafayel’s shoulders, a soft gasp escaping your lips when Rafayel inserts his index and middle finger into your entrance. “Rafayel~! You said we were going to have a relaxing bubble bath,” you whine, heat rushing to your cheeks.

Rafayel plants kisses up your neck, hiding his smug smile. “What do you mean, cutie? This is relaxing, no?” Rafayel asks nonchalantly, pulling his fingers out of your cunt before plunging them back in, earning a choked moan from you. Rafayel’s no music critic, but the sounds you’re making are nothing but music to his ears.

You bite your lips, grabbing onto his arms beneath the bubbly water. “I should’ve seen this coming. Every time we take a bath together, you’re either knuckles deep inside me, or you’re balls deep inside me,” you mutter, cracking your eyes open to look at him.

The tips of Rafayel’s ears and the apples of his cheeks are bright red. You can’t tell if it’s from arousal or embarrassment. Rafayel doesn’t respond to you and proceeds to part your legs open with his unoccupied hand, raising your right leg and placing it on the edge of his bathtub. Rafayel continues to thrust his fingers into your cunt, his thumb pressing down and rubbing your throbbing, engorged clit, sending shockwaves throughout your body.

You gasp, nails digging into his arms. “Fuck, Rafayel.” You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as Rafayel increases his pace.

“Gods, do you know what you’re doing to me?” Rafayel pants, closing his eyes and sucking on your neck, leaving hickies behind.

You’re so occupied by the feeling of Rafayel fingering you that you almost failed to notice his cocks becoming erect at the sounds of your moans and the mere thought of ravaging your insides. You reach behind your back, grabbing onto one of his cocks and start pumping it. Rafayel unlatches his mouth from your neck and hisses, burying his face into your collarbone, now knuckles deep inside your pussy.

You slowly stroke Rafayel’s cock, squeezing and rubbing the head of his member. Rafayel hisses, nearly whimpering when you gently rub the tip. His reaction makes you pause, worried that you might’ve done something to elicit that reaction from him. Rafayel grabs your hand and continues to have you stroke his member, shaking his head, the flush on the apples of his cheeks and tips of his ears redder than ever.

“I’m fine, cutie. Don’t stop now,” Rafayel pleads, giving you the puppy-dog eyes.

You gaze at Rafayel, his eyes glazed over with pleasure and need. To Rafayel’s dismay, you release his cock before cupping his face in your hands. Rafayel closes his eyes and leans forward, pressing his lips against yours, practically devouring your lips. Rafayel takes his fingers out of your cunt, grabbing you by the waist before pulling you onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, now straddling his waist.

Rafayel grabs his cock, lining it up in front of your throbbing pussy. He slowly lowers you onto his cock, breaching your entrance, his member now buried in your gummy walls. Rafayel moans into the kiss, unintentionally slamming you down onto his cock when he’s barely halfway inside you. You break the kiss with a loud gasp, your head thrown back, back arching, boobs pressing against his chest.

You whimper, “Oh, fuck, Rafayel.” Your body tenses up because of the stretch, before ultimately collapsing against his chest with a mewl.

Rafayel bites his lower lip, his eyes rolling back as he rests his head against the edge of the tub. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size, rubbing your hipbone with his thumbs. Rafayel’s tempted to insert his second cock into you, but he knows that would be too soon and you’re not yet prepared for it. Maybe after he gets you to cum once, then he’ll reconsider. But for now, he’ll have to accept the current situation.

“You’re the horniest man I know,” you mumble, looking up at him.

Rafayel opens his eyes and looks down at you, staring at you blankly. “You know other horny men?” Rafayel asks.

You and Rafayel stare at each other, not saying a word. It’s not like you know other horny men, but your statement stands! You can’t do anything without Rafayel wanting to bury his cock inside you 24/7. Heck, maybe someone’s going to have to surgically remove Rafayel from your pussy because that man will not want to pull out at all.

Rafayel shakes his head. “I’m going to let what you said slide for now. I’m too horny right now.” Rafayel states, sitting up straight and adjusting you in his lap. Before you can retort, Rafayel grabs you by your ass cheeks and starts bouncing you on his pulsing cock. You bury your face into his neck, letting Rafayel guide you up and down on his large member. Sometimes you forget that a certain part of Rafayel’s body isn’t the average human size.

Instead of one cock like a human man, Rafayel has two. His cock has these bumps and ridges that scrapes the inside of your cunt so good, adding extra pleasure to your love making. The tip of his cock isn’t bulbous for the most part— the tip of his cock, the very tip of it, has a point. It’s certainly not sharp, but it does make Rafayel hit your cervix easily.

Each time Rafayel hits your cervix, you swear that you feel him in your guts. Rafayel pauses for a moment, grabbing his neglected second cock and lining it up against your ass. You stare at Rafayel, eyes bleary with lust and confusion.

Rafayel swallows the lump in his throat. “Let’s try something new, cutie. Are you down for it?” Rafayel whispers, rubbing the tip against your asshole.

You nod, too drunk on his cock to answer properly.

Rafayel smiles and kisses your temple. “That’s my girl.” He murmurs, slowly sinking his second cock into your ass with a grunt. Rafayel said that he was going to fuck you with his second cock after he gets you to cum the first time, but fuck. He can’t resist any longer and needs to fill both your holes with his cocks, and luckily for him, you’re taking it like a good girl.

- Zayne: -

“Dr. Zayne? Do you have a minute to spare?” Dr. Greyson asks from behind Zayne’s closed office door.

You and Zayne stare at each other like a deer caught in headlights. Zayne’s shirt is unbuttoned, and his pants and boxers are unzipped and pulled to his ankles. You, on the other hand, are on your knees before the Cardiac Surgeon with his cock in your mouth. You’re about to pull Zayne’s member out from your mouth, but Zayne grabs your head, keeping you in place while shaking his head.

Zayne clears his throat. “Yes, one moment, please, Dr. Greyson,” Zayne says.

Dr. Greyson stands outside Zayne’s office, flipping through patient charts. There are some things Dr. Greyson wanted to discuss with the Cardiac Surgeon, but he struggled to find the doctor until Yvonne informed him of a certain Miss Hunter stopping by to have lunch with the Cardiac Surgeon in his office. Of course, Dr. Greyson decides to give you two some privacy until the lunch break was almost over for Zayne.

After what felt like forever, Dr. Greyson hears Zayne call out to him to enter the office. When Dr. Greyson enters the office, he notices it’s empty and you’re nowhere to be seen. Zayne is sitting at his desk, typing away on the computer and writing something down on a piece of paper. A report of some sort, perhaps?

Zayne looks at Dr. Greyson, nodding. “What is it that you need to discuss with me about?” Zayne asks.

Dr. Greyson sits across from Zayne and presents the patient's chart before going on a tangent, asking various questions. While Zayne and Dr. Greyson converse with one another, beneath the deak is you, with your mouth still latched onto Zayne’s cock. You slowly pull his cock out of your mouth, slowly pumping it, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“Oh, I see! Well, I thought it was strange the patient wasn’t receiving enough doses of medication for their condition, that’s all,” Dr. Greyson says, crossing his arms over his chest.

Zayne rubs his temples, trying to keep his composure. “There is nothing to worry about, Dr. Greyson. From their checkup earlier today, they seem to be in better condition compared to their first appointment,” Zayne replies.

You swirl your tongue around the mushroom tip of Zayne’s member, sucking on the head like a lolipop. Zayne grips your hair with one hand under the desk. You can’t tell if he’s signaling for you to stop or to continue, so you do what you think is best: continue sucking him off until he paints the inside of your mouth white.

Zayne tightens his grip on your hair, pretending to adjust himself in his seat when in actuality, he’s shoving his cock further into your mouth, nearly causing you to choke. Zayne’s member hits the back of your throat, making you gag. Since Dr. Greyson is still in the room with you and Zayne, you try your best to hold it in.

“So, how are things with you and Miss Hunter?” Dr. Greyson asks, organizing the papers before placing them in the patient file.

Zayne clears his throat, trying to act normal while subconsciously thrusts his cock into your mouth. “Things are going well between her and me. In fact, we’re moving to the next stage in our relationship,” Zayne replies nonchalantly, quickly looking down at you.

You and Zayne lock eyes for a moment. The apples of Zayne’s cheeks and his ears are pink, almost dark enough to be red. Dear goodness, you really hope that Zayne’s reaction isn’t going to give you both away.

Dr. Greyson smiles, satisfied with Zayne’s answer. “That sounds amazing, Dr. Zayne! I wish you two nothing but the best in your relationship. [Y/N] seems to have this positive effect on you,” Dr. Greyson says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh? And why do you think that?” Zayne asks, trying to hide the shakiness in his response.

As you continue to suck Zayne’s member under the desk, you reach up and start fondling his balls while stroking and squeezing parts of Zayne’s shaft that you couldn’t reach with your mouth. You hear Dr. Greyson hum in response, trying to think of ways to respond to Zayne’s question.

“Well, you’re quite flustered whenever I mention her, so I’m taking that as a good sign. I’ve never seen you so flustered before, Dr. Zayne.” You can hear a slight teasing tone in Dr. Greyson’s response.

Your heart fills with joy and pride after hearing Dr. Greyson’s response, but you know the real reasons as to why Zayne is flustered. You’re certainly the reason why Zayne’s is blushing, but the real reason behind Zayne’s reaction is something Dr. Greyson will never know unless Zayne or you blow your cover.

Zayne gives Dr. Greyson a tight-lipped smile before looking back at the monitor, hoping, praying that Dr. Greyson will leave his office soon before he fills your mouth with his cum. After what felt like forever, Dr. Greyson finally stands up and leaves his office after bidding the Cardiac Surgeon goodbye.

Once the office door clicks shut, Zayne’s hand flies to your head and pumps your head up and down on his painfully throbbing member. Zayne rests his head on the headrest of his office chair, chest heaving up and down with labored breaths, feeling his impending orgasm.

You stare at Zayne, eyes formed in a crescent shape. If your mouth weren’t stuffed full with Zayne’s cock right now, you would’ve been giving him a shit-eating grin for getting such reaction out of the stoic doctor. You release Zayne’s cock from your mouth with a wet pop before continuing to lick stripes up Zayne’s throbbing dick, swiping your tongue over the flushed red tip.

“Are you close, Dr. Zayne?” You murmur, kissing the underside of his cock.

Zayne swallows, running his hand through his hair. “What do you think, darling?” Zayne pants, now running his fingers through your hair. “I want to repay you for your hard work, but it seems like we don’t have much time.”

With the clock ticking, you’re determined to get Zayne to cum in your mouth before he’s back on the clock as a Cardiac Surgeon. You sheath Zayne’s cock into your mouth, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat. You ignore the urge to choke and gag, sucking and licking Zayne’s member with fervor. You made sure to lick every vein on his cock, sucking on the tip, while fondling his balls.

You’re so focused on completing your task of giving Zayne the best head he’s ever had that you completely missed out on Zayne’s reaction to his orgasm hitting him harder than a Wanderer. Zayne’s eyes roll to the back of his head, and he hits the back of his head on the headrest and tightens his grip on your hair just as his orgasm arrives. Soon enough, Zayne coats the inside of your mouth white. Zayne goes limp in his chair, staring at you with bleary eyes. You release Zayne’s cock from your mouth, swallowing his cum.

You smile at Zayne, tilting your head to the side. “Same time tomorrow, Dr. Zayne?” You jokingly ask.

Oh, he will definitely repay you once his shift is over.

- Sylus: -

Sylus invited you over to his place to show you some decor he added to his bedroom, and needless to say, it’s definitely something. You stand in Sylus’s bedroom, hands propped on your hips as you stare at the giant mirror hanging above the headboard of his bed. The mirror has an elegant black frame, matching the room’s aesthetic.

“You invited me over to look at the mirror hanging above your bed?” You ask, turning to look at the Onychinus leader with your eyebrows raised.

Without saying a word, Sylus grabs your hand and brings you closer to his bed. Once you two are standing next to his bed, Sylus tilts your head up to look at the ceiling. To your surprise, you see another mirror on the ceiling, your and Sylus’s reflection staring back at you. You slowly look at Sylus, squinting at him.

“What an interesting choice of decor, Sylus. But I shouldn’t be judging since this isn’t my room,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

At first, it didn’t click. You didn’t know why Sylus chose to hang mirrors above his bed and on the ceiling. You thought Sylus was experimenting with something because he’s rich and bored. However, when the time came, you now know why.

“Look at the mirror,” Sylus murmurs to your ears, grabbing you by the chin and tilting your head up to stare into the mirror above the headboard.

You look in the mirror to see your disheveled self, your body covered in a thin layer of sweat, while Sylus is having his way with you. When you lock eyes with Sylus in the mirror, he smirks, leans down and kisses your shoulder while plunging his cock into your convulsing cunt.

You can’t help but pout, leaning on your elbows while Sylus continues to hammer his member into your dripping entrance. “I want to see your face, Sy,” you whimper, gasping when the tip of his cock hits the deepest part of you.

“Sweetie, you can look at my face in the mirror. That’s why I hung the mirror there,” Sylus replies, raising his hand and landing a crisp slap on your buttcheeks.

You jerk forward, whimpering in response. “Stop being a smart ass, Sylus. You know what I mean!” You whine, turning to look at Sylus over your shoulders.

Sylus stops thrusting into you, running his hand through his hair with a laugh. “Alright, kitten. As you wish,” he bows.

Sylus pulls his cock out from your cunt and wraps his arms around your waist, flipping you over to lay on your back. You rub your eyes when dizziness hits you for a brief moment. Sylus peers over you, his arms caging you against his bed.

Sylus brushes your hair away from your face and tucks it behind your ears. “You’re really cute when you’re needy,” he teases, kissing your forehead before lining his cock in front of your entrance.

You wrap your legs around his waist, waiting for Sylus to plunge his cock into your cunt. Sylus slowly buries his cock into you, earning a gasp and moan from you. Sylus closes his eyes in ecstasy, leaning on his arms as he continues to sheath his cock further into your hot entrance. Sylus reaches for your hand, grabs your hand with his much larger one, and laces your fingers with his.

Once he’s balls deep inside you, Sylus gives you a minute or two to adjust to the thickness of his cock. Not only was he incredibly thick, but he’s also long enough to reach your cervix effortlessly while not fully sheathed inside your dripping entrance. Sylus kisses your lips before proceeding to thrust in and out of your cunt, groaning at the feeling of your gummy walls snugly wrapped around his pulsating cock.

You tighten your grip around Sylus’s hands, whimpering when the red tip of his cock hits your cervix repeatedly. You dig your heels into his asscheeks, pulling him closer to you. Sylus’s thrust stutters for a moment before he lies on top of you, but makes sure not to crush you under his weight.

You wrap an arm around his shoulders, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror that’s hanging above the bed. You watch the way Sylus’s back muscles flex, how his ass would clench every time he’s pistoning his member in and out of your squelching cunt with no remorse. The sight of Sylus pummeling into your entrance makes you even wetter. You close your eyes and continue to let Sylus have his way with you while you cling to him for dear life as he buries his cock deep inside you.

Every time he thrusts into you, he makes sure to remain still for five seconds before pulling out and repeating. Sylus slowly pulls the rest of his cock out from your insides, but keeps the tip of his cock nestled inside your throbbing pussy. You peek at Sylus, wondering what he’s doing. Before you can ask him, Sylus slams his cock back into your sopping cunt. You cry out in pleasure, your pussy tightens around Sylus’s cock.

“Sylus~!” You whine, legs trembling around his slim waist. “I don’t know how much longer I can last,” you whimper, feeling a familiar knot forming in your lower abdomen.

Sylus kisses your temples, thrusting into your entrance, relishing in the feeling of your sweltering hole. God, if Sylus can live in your cunt for the rest of his life, he would do it with no hesitation. To be loved is to be buried deep in your pussy, painting the gummy walls white with his cum. Sylus pauses for a moment and looks at where you two are connected. Your glistening cunt, almost visibly pulsating around his cock.

You whine, grinding against Sylus’s cock. “Why’d you stop?” You complain, glaring up at him with bleary eyes.

Sylus laughs. “I’m sorry, but I can’t help but be mesmerized by you and your pretty pussy,” Sylus replies, slowly moving his hand to your cunt, his thumb finding your puffy clit. “She’s calling to me, begging me to fill her up.”

You cover your face, feeling heat rushing to your cheeks. Yes, Sylus is balls deep inside you, but you can’t help but feel shy whenever he’s narrating what you desire. Sylus snickers, leaning down and pressing his chest against yours. While Sylus is ravaging your insides with his thick cock, he’s pinching and rubbing your swollen clit.

You clench your jaws, the knot in your lower abdomen becoming incredibly tighter the more Sylus continues to rail you while stimulating your engorged bundle of nerves. The bed creaks and groans under you and Sylus, the headboard hitting the walls, syncing with Sylus’s thrusts.

Just as you’re about to reach your orgasm, Sylus flips the both of you over and you’re now straddling his waist with his cock nestled deep inside you. You plant both hands on Sylus’s chest, staring down at him, chest rapidly rising and falling with each breath you take.

“Ride me, sweetie. Show me what you got,” Sylus says, slapping both your ass cheeks.

You puff your cheeks. “Sylus! I was so close to cumming,” you squeeze his pecks. “But fine, I’ll show you what I’m capable of,” you grumble.

You plant your knees on both sides of Sylus’s waist, lean forward and began bouncing on his cock with fervor. You bite down on your lips, eyebrows furrowing as you focus on riding Sylus’s girthy member. Sylus rests his head on his pillow, staring up at you as you ride him. While Sylus is usually the one who takes control in the bedroom (and outside the bedroom), he loves it when you take control and control him.

You grind your puffy clit against Sylus’s pubic bone, your body shuddering from the pleasure. Sylus wraps one arm around your waist, guiding you on his cock. His mouth is agape, soft grunts escaping from his lips as he gazes at you, eyes glazed over.

“I don’t think I can last any longer, kitten,” Sylus murmurs, breathing heavily and thrusting up into you hard.

You yelp and grip on the pillow behind him, your pussy quivering around his cock. Your arms become jelly, making you collapse on Sylus while still trying your best to chase your and Sylus’s orgasms. The knot in your lower abdomen snaps, and you tense in Sylus’s arms, your vision turning white, and stars dot your vision. Sylus grunts beneath you and fills your gummy walls with his pearly white cum, slowly pumping in and out of you, filling you to the brim.

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The Boyfriend Brigade

Pairings: Various Love&Deepspace Men x reader

Summary: After being away on a solo mission for quite some time, you return to Linkon City feeling unwell. After failing to respond to text messages, you end up getting unexpected visitors and find yourself in a predicament.

Note: I had this fanfic in the drafts for months and couldn't finish it because of how busy I was ;v; but I finally got to finish it! The next update is another LADS update, but this time, it's a smut fic! I'm not sure if it will be separated by character or if all the men are involved in one smut fic. I'll probably have a spinning wheel choose for me. In case anyone is interested in joining, my Discord server is currently open. If you're interested in joining a small community of people who play LADS alongside Hoyoverse games, I'll provide the server link at the end of this fic. Anyway! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr), Ko-Fi (also Genshinluvr/Aaliah_exo), and AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Mother Nature comes to visit you unannounced, if that counts as one

Word Count: 8.2k

You lean against the tree behind you, trying not to collapse to the ground while in the middle of the woods of a foreign country. You’re exhausted, and things have not been slowing down for you. The metaflux levels are through the roof, and wanderers lurk in every corner, forcing you to stay on high alert (as if you weren’t on high alert already). During the first few weeks of your solo mission, you infiltrated Ever’s secret base two hundred meters from where you’re currently gathering intel on protocores and aether cores.

Once you have gathered enough information and sent it to the Hunters Association, you continue with your solo mission: handling the wanderers and entering an area with a high protofield. Is it a smart idea to enter a protofield all alone? No, no, it’s not a bright idea, especially now that you’re dealing with endless hordes of wanderers in the woods, sniffing you out like a bloodhound.

You’re not injured— or at least not horribly injured— but you are feeling under the weather. You barely have the chance to get some rest and sleep. You’re always on your feet, constantly looking over your shoulders to make sure that there aren’t any wanderers ready to strike while you’re trying to take a breather. After what felt like forever, it could be longer than you expected, but you digress— the protofield is stabilized, and you can finally rest after who knows how long. But before you can relax, you decide to return to Linkon City and report to Captain Jenna about your completed mission. On your flight back to Linkon City, you’re knocked out and sleep until one of the flight attendants (bless her heart) wakes you up from your slumber.

You didn’t inform anyone of your return to Linkon, so you didn’t expect anyone to pick you up from the airport. Usually, it would be Zayne who picks you up from the airport, and sometimes it’s Sylus. So, here you are, sitting at the bus stop, waiting for the bus to arrive.

Your eyelids feel heavy, and you can barely remain conscious. You lean against the bus stop, trying your best not to nod off. You pull your phone out from your pocket and turn it on. Once your phone finally has connection, a slew of notifications pop up on your screen. From text messages to phone calls to video calls, it just keeps popping up now that your phone has a decent connection after who knows how long.

RAFAYEL:

“Miss Bodyguard, when are you going to be back from your dangerous solo mission? Personally, I don’t think you should be doing this mission alone, but that’s just me.”

“I don’t want to have an art exhibit without you present. You’re my number one supporter and my bodyguard! I can’t go anywhere without you by my side!”

“Thomas is talking my ears off about it, and I’m trying everything I can to ignore him, but he’s giving me this look.”

“Miss Bodyguardddddddd. When are you coming home? :(”

“Are you back yet?”

SYULS:

“Kitten, I will be expecting you to return to Linkon City unscathed. Do not do anything reckless, alright? Always be two steps ahead of your enemies and know their weaknesses.”

“Kick their asses, and don’t let them kick yours. Show them what I have taught you in the boxing ring.”

“I will see you soon, alright? I want you to return to me safe and sound. If anyone lays their hands on you, tell me who they are, and I’ll take care of everything.”

“Luke and Kieran keep pestering me about your return to the N109 Zone.”

“I found something interesting in Mephisto’s nest today. I believe these are your earrings and bracelets. [PHOTO ATTACHMENT] Mephisto loves shiny things, and he so happens to take a liking to your jewelry.”

ZAYNE:

“How is your mission coming along?”

“Are you resting? Make sure not to overexert yourself, and make sure to eat plenty of food.”

“It’s been a few days since I’ve heard from you. You are safe, right?”

“If you need any assistance, I am one phone call away.”

“Text me back when you get this message.”

XAVIER:

“Make sure not to storm into the protofield recklessly.”

“Let me know when your mission is completed. I want to be the first person you see when you return from your mission.”

“I made sure to water the plants on your balcony and organize the plushies in your room. They are waiting for your return, and I am waiting for your reply.”

“I hope you do not have to resort to this, but if you are in any danger and cannot complete your solo mission, don’t hesitate to call me for help. I will be there in a heartbeat.”

“It’s been a while since I sent my previous message, and I still haven’t heard back from you. Are you alright? Do you need me to step in to help you?”

Before you can unlock your phone to answer any of the text messages you have received, the screen suddenly goes black. You close your eyes and slump in your seat at the bus stop, realizing that you did not charge your phone at all before boarding the plane. Now that your phone is dead, you have no way to contact any of the four men to inform them of your return to Linkon City.

“This is fine,” You mutter, too exhausted to do anything. “I’ll message them once I charge my phone.”

When the bus finally arrives, you sit close to the back of the bus with your belongings and close your eyes. It’ll be a fifteen-minute drive to the nearest bus stop near your apartment, so you might as well sit back and get some shut-eye before arriving home. When the bus arrives at the bus stop a block from your apartment, you nearly miss your stop due to your nap. You stumble off the bus and trudge toward the direction of your apartment, still groggy from your nap on the bus.

A small gust of air causes you to tense up and shiver. You hug yourself with one arm while dragging your luggage with the other, now realizing how cold you are. Despite feeling like a walking popsicle, your body is also covered in a thin layer of sweat. Dear goodness, you must look like a mess to whoever lays their eyes on you.

Everything is a blur after, and you find yourself collapsing on your couch after closing and locking your apartment door. Your luggage is abandoned next to the shoe rack, while one boot is beside the luggage, and the other lies beside your couch. You’re too tired to change out of your clothes and go to your bedroom. Your entire body is aching, and every limb feels like lead. You shift on the couch, digging your hands into your pockets to take your dead phone out of your pockets before tossing it onto the coffee table.

Once you get that out of the way, you curl up into a fetal position and hug your knees to your chest. Your body wracks with shivers when a wave of chills washes over your body as you slowly drift off to a dreamless sleep.

- Two Days Later -

Rafayel steps out of the elevator and turns to the right, walking towards a specific apartment. Before choosing to stop by his precious bodyguard’s apartment, Rafayel realizes that all of his messages are left on read. Now, Rafayel may not be much of a texter (only when it comes to other people who aren’t you), but seeing his messages being left on read with little to no response drives him up the wall. However, since you’re the cutest and most precious person in the world, Rafayel lets you off the hook.

“She’s probably busy with the Hunters Association debriefing.” Is what Rafayel would say to himself, trying to bury the clenching feeling in his chest. But as time goes by, Rafayel will find himself opening the message between you and him, staring at the “READ” receipt at the bottom of his message— still no response from you, not even a phone call, voice message, video call, nothing.

Rafayel doesn’t want to be seen as clingy, but he can’t help but crave for your attention, your voice, your laughter, your touch, you, you, you. Rafayel checks the tracking device he left on you (he did it for your safety) and sees that you’re at your apartment and not in some foreign country the last time he checked! Rafayel pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, letting out a long exhale through his nose.

“I guess she wants me to be the one to stop by this time,” Rafayel mutters before standing up. “Thomas, I’m heading out. It seems like Miss Bodyguard wants me to stop by her place.”

Thomas looks up from his phone, watching the Lemurian man grab his coat and car keys. Before Thomas can say anything, Rafayel is already out the front door, closing the door behind him. Thomas sighs, shaking his head.

As Rafayel approaches closer to your apartment, Rafayel slowly stops in his tracks. Rafayel’s mood worsens after seeing familiar faces in front of your apartment door. Just when Rafayel thinks he’s going to be your first and only visitor after you return from your mission, three other men have the same plan in mind. Rafayel stops before the three men, sensing tension among the trio.

Zayne chuckles dryly. “I see we all have the same intention,” Zayne mutters, his gaze flickering from Xavier and Sylus to Rafayel. “You three don’t need to be here. As her primary care physician, it is my duty to check up on her to make sure she’s okay.”

Xavier smiles at Zayne and crosses his arms over his chest. “Dr. Zayne, while I understand that you’re [Y/N]’s primary care physician, I’m her coworker and neighbor. I believe that I have every right to check up on her after not hearing back from her in a while.”

Zayne and Xavier continue to stare at each other; both men have fake smiles on their faces. Sylus chuckles, shaking his head while tapping on his temples as he watches the tension rise between your so-called coworker and primary care physician.

Rafayel narrows his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest, puffing his chest out as he nods in Sylus’s direction. “And what about you?”

Sylus looks at Rafayel with amusement, pointing at himself. Rafayel nods, pressing his lips into a thin line as he waits for Sylus to respond. “Oh, [Y/N] and I are—” Sylus is cut off by the sound of footsteps approaching the door. The three men (Sylus, Xavier, and Zayne) take a step back, going silent as they try to hear other things coming from behind the door. Finally! Finally, you’re going to show your cute face to them all, reassuring them you’re okay and that you’re trying to recharge after a draining mission.

In a perfect world, that’s how everything will go down. In each man’s fantasy, they imagine you telling the other men to go home so you and he can spend time together after not seeing each other for a while. However, no one lives in a perfect world, no matter how much they hope. The doorknob wiggles, and a faint click and beep comes from the door. What everyone expects to see is you in a sleepy haze, answering the door in your cozy pajamas with an extreme bedhead, rubbing your eyes, and yawning. What they all did not expect to see is—

“Hello there! Is there anything I can help you all with?” A boy-next-door voice asks.

— A man in his mid-twenties answering your door… the very same door that belongs to your apartment. The man has black hair and French lilac with a hint of rose gold accents in his eyes, and he’s tall, perhaps the same height as Sylus. Maybe a little shorter than the Onychinus leader. Zayne tenses up the minute he and the mysterious black-haired man lock eyes.

Shit. They didn’t get the wrong apartment, did they? Rafayel quickly glances at the apartment number above the door to make sure he (and the others) didn’t get the wrong apartment, but it’s the correct apartment, and Rafayel can see your signature furniture behind the man’s shoulders.

A look of surprise flashes over the man’s face before being replaced by a wide smile, and he crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe of your apartment. “Zayne! It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other!” The man says.

Rafayel’s eyes dart between the two black-haired men, looking at them incredulously. “You two know each other!?” Rafayel blurts, grabbing Zayne and the mysterious black-haired man’s attention.

“Of course! We've known each other since we were children,” the black-haired man replies. “Isn’t that right, Zayne?” He smiles, tilting his head to the side as he waits for Zayne’s response.

Zayne nods. “That is correct. Caleb and I have known each other since we were children.”

Silence falls over the five men, no one saying a single thing. Rafayel puffs his cheeks out and sighs, crossing his arms over his chest while leaning on one leg before switching to the other. This Caleb guy is close friends with your primary care physician, but what is Caleb’s relationship with you? Surely you’re not dating this man, are you? Could he be your brother, by chance?

Xavier is the first person to break the silence. “If you don’t mind me asking, why are you in [Y/N]’s apartment?”

A look of surprise flashes over Caleb’s face. Caleb smiles and stands straight, propping both hands on his hips. “I’m here to take care of [Y/N]. I messaged her not long ago to let her know that I’m in Linkon, but she never replied. So, I took that as an opportunity to stop by her apartment to check up on her,” Caleb replies.

Sylus raises his eyebrows at Caleb’s reply, eyeing the man from head to toe— almost as if he’s sizing Caleb up. “How did you enter [Y/N]’s apartment? You didn’t happen to, oh, I don’t know, break into her apartment while she’s asleep, did you?” Sylus asks, narrowing his eyes at the black-haired man.

Caleb raises his hand before digging one hand into the pocket of his jeans and pulling out a key. “Me? Breaking into [Y/N]’s apartment? I would never,” Caleb rolls his eyes. “And for your information, she gave me a spare key a while back.”

Sylus briefly glances at the key in Caleb’s hand before continuing what he’s doing prior: sizing Caleb up (or at least that’s what it looks like to others around Sylus). The more Caleb stares at Sylus, the more he notices that Sylus’s eyes have a faint glow. Caleb breaks eye contact with the white-haired man before laughing bitterly.

“I assume you all want to check up on [Y/N]. I’m afraid I cannot let you all into her apartment as of now due to her current condition,” Caleb states, now crossing his arms over his chest.

That catches the four men’s attention immediately. Not only does it bother them that they’re not allowed to see you after not seeing you in a while, but the vagueness of Caleb’s response irks them to no end.

Xavier takes a step forward, his eyebrows furrowing. “What do you mean by her current condition? She’s not hurt, is she?” Xavier frowns, his heart pounding in his chest.

Caleb sighs, unsure of whether he should explain the situation to the three unfamiliar men and Zayne. Residents of the apartment weave through the four men in the hallway to get to their apartment and the elevator, grumbling about people taking up space and being inconsiderate. Caleb presses his lips into a thin line before gesturing for the four men to enter the apartment so they wouldn’t block the hallway for the residents.

After everyone is in the apartment, Caleb closes and locks the apartment door. Zayne, Sylus, Xavier, and Rafayel each take their shoes off and put on the spare slippers on the shoe rack. Caleb observes each man closely, mildly miffed over the fact that they know about the (now) unspoken rule when entering your apartment: shoes are to be taken off and put on house slippers. Everyone slowly migrates to the living room, some sitting on your couch while others refuse to sit.

Caleb takes a deep breath. “[Y/N]’s sick,” Caleb says. Caleb looks at each person’s face to see their reaction.

The frown on Zayne’s face deepens as he crosses his arms over his chest, eyebrows furrowing with worry. “How long has she been sick?” Zayne demands, his eyes occasionally lingering in the direction of your bedroom.

“I don’t know how long she’s been like this, but whenever I stopped by not long ago, she was unconscious on the couch. I carried her to her room and made sure she changed into loose and comfortable clothes. Thankfully, she took her medication when I handed her cold medicine. However, it seems her sickness has gotten worse overnight.”

Rafayel’s eyes widen with disbelief and horror. “Worse?! What do you mean by worse? Miss Bodyguar— [Y/N]’s not going to die, is she!?”

Zayne pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head after hearing Rafayel’s ridiculous question. Xavier and Sylus look at Rafayel with a questioning gaze while Caleb chuckles with amusement, shaking his head.

Xavier crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back against the couch. “If she’s sick, then why didn’t she let any of us know about her condition?”

Sylus looks at the coffee table and sees your phone lying face down. “She’s either too drained to reply to our messages to inform us of her whereabouts or…” Sylus trails off, reaching for your phone. Sylus presses the button on the side of your phone, expecting your phone to light up. But alas, your phone doesn’t turn on, even if he presses down the button for ten seconds. “She forgot to charge her phone, and her phone is dead.”

Zayne turns toward Caleb and says, “As her primary care physician, it’s my job to check up on her.”

Caleb holds his hands up in a surrender gesture. “I know that, Zayne. I’m not stopping you from checking up on [Y/N]. She’s still sleeping in her room. I tried getting her to eat something, but she refused. She only took cold medicine before going back to sleep,” Caleb says, frowning.

Caleb gestures for Zayne to follow him before turning around and walking towards your closed bedroom door. Caleb grabs the door handle and quietly opens the door. Zayne and Caleb peek their heads into your bedroom to see you out cold on your bed, buried under mountains of blankets. Caleb opens the door wider before entering your room, with Zayne following close behind. The other three men stand by the doorway, eyes glued on your unconscious body.

“If [Y/N] wanted something to warm her up as she sleeps, she could’ve just asked me,” Rafayel mutters, leaning against the doorframe.

Zayne kneels at the edge of your bed, eyes scanning your face. He presses the back of his hand against your forehead. You sigh with relief when you feel something cool press up against your hot forehead. You subconsciously lean into Zayne’s cool touch, wanting more of his touch to cool you down.

“You said she hasn’t eaten anything, correct?” Zayne mutters, looking at Caleb.

Caleb nods wordlessly, his eyes never leaving your face. “She has not, unfortunately. Again, I tried to convince her to eat the congee I’ve cooked, but she just wanted to sleep,” Caleb replies, now standing beside Zayne.

The chatter around you slowly brings you back to consciousness. You crack your eyes open and look around your bedroom with bleary eyes. You mumble incoherent words, grabbing the attention of the five men around you. Upon seeing you awake, the men remaining at the doorway of your bedroom rush over to where you lie. Your body heat and the mountains of blankets over your body cause you to squirm as you struggle to sit up and push the blankets off your body.

Xavier and Zayne help you sit on your bed while Rafayel fluffs the pillow behind you, cushioning your back against the bed frame. Sylus hands you a cup of water to drink after seeing you rub your throat while wincing. You weakly smile at Sylus before taking huge gulps of water.

Xavier chuckles, sitting beside you, and tucks your hair behind your ear. “Careful, now. You wouldn’t want to choke, now, would you?” Xavier murmurs, wiping the droplet of water from the corner of your lips after you downed the cup of water.

You shakily place the cup on your nightstand, leaning your head against the wall, and stare at your lap. No one says anything as they stare at you, waiting for you to say or do something. You rub your eyes with your knuckles, still groggy from your sleep. It feels nice to finally be home after a long mission, but you’re sick, and you feel like you got hit by a bullet train.

“Are you hungry, pipsqueak?” Caleb asks, rubbing your head affectionately before fixing your bedhead.

You shake your head. “No, I’m okay.” You lie.

Before anyone can say anything, the silence is broken by a loud rumbling in your stomach. You clear your throat and hug your pillow to your chest, ignoring the gnawing feeling in your gut. You’re starving, but you don’t want to eat.

Sylus frowns, crossing his arms over his chest as he scrutinizes you. “Sweetie, just because you’re sick and tired doesn’t mean you should starve yourself,” Sylus lectures you, shaking his head with disapproval. “If you don’t eat anything, how else will you recover from your illness, hm?”

You stare at the Onychinus leader with a visible pout on your face. The way you stare at Sylus makes him feel weak at the knees. You resemble a stray kitten found in a downpour— pathetic but cute.

“Maybe she doesn’t want to eat congee. Is it possible she wants to eat something else?” Rafayel mutters, stroking his chin. “Hey, cutie. What do you want to eat? Definitely not boring old congee, right?” Rafayel jokes.

Caleb raises an eyebrow at Rafayel’s comment, turning to you. You press your lips into a thin line and think for a minute. You don’t mind eating congee since it's easy to stomach, but you’re not entirely sure if you want to eat the same thing over and over until you’re no longer sick. The congee Caleb makes is delicious, but you want something new and easy to eat, similar to congee, but without eating congee itself.

“How about I make you some chicken soup? It has plenty of nutrients your body needs in order to recover from an illness.” Xavier says, grabbing hold of your hand and gently squeezing them.

Hearing Xavier offer to cook you something to eat nearly has you in tears. It’s not like you don’t want Xavier to cook you food—actually, it is that. You love Xavier and his willingness to cook something for you to eat, but cooking isn’t his best suit. Xavier looks at you worriedly after not hearing a response from you. The puppy dog eyes Xavier has on his face is killing you.

Zayne clears his throat, sighing to himself. “Chicken soup is a good option if you don’t want to eat congee. Caleb can cook the chicken soup while I get your medication. Xavier, Rafayel, and Sylus can keep you entertained.”

You nearly cry in relief when Zayne says it’s going to be Caleb who’s going to cook the chicken soup for you to eat (sorry, Xavier). You nod, immediately agreeing to Zayne’s suggestion. After Zayne and Caleb leave your room, you lie back down and hug your pillow. You notice Sylus slip out of your bedroom for a moment, but instead of heading to your living room, he goes straight to your bathroom.

Rafayel pouts, staring at you like an angry toddler. “You don’t want to cuddle me, cutie? After not seeing each other for such a long time, you don’t want to cuddle to make up for the lost time?” Rafayel grumbles, his bottom lip jutting out as he plops down at the edge of your bed.

Xavier glares at Rafayel before looking elsewhere. “It’s not a good idea to cuddle with someone while they’re sick. [Y/N] still has a fever, and cuddling her will only add to the discomfort,” Xavier lectures Rafayel.

Rafayel rolls his eyes before lying down on you, his head resting on your lap as he grabs your hand, completely disregarding Xavier’s lecture and glare. Rafayel laces his fingers with yours and presses a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “Nothing is going to stop me from cuddling with you, cutie. Unless you demand personal space, then it’s too bad because I’m here to stay,” Rafayel states, smirking over in Xavier’s direction.

Xavier’s nostrils flare, and his hands clenched into tight fists. “You—”

“Now, now, gentlemen. I believe now is not the right time to be bickering with one another. You two will only make [Y/N]’s headache worse the more you argue with one another. We wouldn’t want that, now would we?” Sylus clicks his tongue with disapproval as he exits your bathroom with a wet cloth in his hand.

Sylus sits at the edge of your bed near your head, brushing your damp hair away from your face and forehead. You stare at Sylus, watching him fold the small hand towel in half before placing the cool, wet towel over your forehead.

You sigh with contentment. “That feels really nice,” you murmur, closing your eyes. “Thank you, Sylus.”

“Anything for you, kitten. Now, get some rest. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for you to eat,” Sylus murmurs, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

Rafayel and Xavier stare at Sylus with their mouths agape and eyebrows furrowing. Sylus chuckles and shakes his head at their reactions before getting up from your bed. “Make sure to behave, you two. You wouldn’t want another lecture from Dr. Zayne and Caleb, now, would you?”

Rafayel and Xavier glance at each other from the corner of their eyes before watching the leader of Onychinus peer from your bedroom door to see what Zayne and Caleb are doing. You pull the blanket up to your chin and slowly fall into a dreamless sleep.

- 40 Minutes Later -

“How in the world did she fall asleep already?”

“Yeah, she can be a pretty heavy sleeper when she’s sick.” You hear Caleb laugh.

Sylus sighs. “Sweetie, you need to wake up and eat. You can’t skip your meals while you’re sick.”

The voices around you continue to chatter, making it nearly impossible to fall asleep, but not impossible enough to stop you from doing so. You’re not sure how long you’ve been asleep, but when you open your eyes, you find yourself sitting on the couch with the blanket draped over your thighs.

You smack your lips together, rubbing your eyes with your knuckles, almost struggling to lift your arms. You furrow your eyebrows, annoyed you can’t get your limbs to function. Your head is resting on the couch cushion, nearly lulling you to sleep again.

“Oh, no, you don’t! Don’t fall asleep on us now, cutie.” Rafayel protests, rushing over to your side and gently patting and poking your cheeks to keep you conscious.

You softly whine, struggling to grab hold of Rafayel’s hand. You open your eyes, only to see how close Rafayel’s face is to yours. You stare at him, confused. Rafayel sighs in relief and slowly backs away, now sitting beside you. Your head droops forward as you try to fight off the need to sleep. How in the world did you get on this couch?

Xavier kneels beside you, grabbing your hand. “You don’t remember what happened before you were carried to the living room?” Xavier asks, staring into your bleary eyes.

You shake your head. “Not really.”

Caleb places a food tray on your lap and then sets down a bowl of chicken soup and cutlery in front of you. The bowl has shredded chicken with chicken broth, chopped carrots, and celery. The aroma of the soup is so delicious that it causes your stomach to let out a growl that’s loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.

Zayne sits to the right of you. “Do you want to take your medication now, or do you want to take it after you finish your lunch?” Zayne asks, holding up the bottle of cold medicine.

You stare at the bottle, hesitant about taking the medication again. You should really get new cold medicine because the one Zayne is holding makes you feel nauseous every time you take it. Could it be because you took the medication on an empty stomach? You point at the chicken soup before scooping the broth and shredded chicken with the spoon, and begin eating the soup that Caleb cooked for you to eat.

When you pick up a piece of carrot with your chopsticks, Zayne visibly narrows his eyes at the orange vegetable and watches you bite the soft vegetable. Caleb chuckles, shaking his head at Zayne’s reaction to seeing a carrot.

“You still don’t like carrots, Zayne?” Caleb teases, crossing his arms over his chest.

Zayne clears his throat, almost rolling his eyes. “What about you? Do you still hate cilantro?” Zayne mutters, looking at Caleb from the corner of his eye.

Rafayel, Xavier, and Sylus glance at each other while internally questioning the strange interaction between Zayne and Caleb. Caleb and Zayne said they were “childhood friends,” but the way they’re acting with each other says the complete opposite. The others around Caleb and Zayne can almost visibly see electricity spark between the two men, the more they shoot not-so-subtle glares at each other. If this continues, the two could burn down your (and Xavier’s) apartment building.

You set your chopsticks down on the bowl when you feel a sharp pain in your lower abdomen. You try to ignore the pain and grab the spoon, taking small sips of the chicken broth, hoping the warm soup will ease the pain in your abdomen. Your stomach isn’t hurting; in fact, it hasn’t been hurting since you returned to Linkon City. You start listing the possibilities of what can make your abdomen hurt while sipping your soup.

You haven’t eaten much since your return to Linkon City, so the possibility of eating something “bad” is out of the question. But that’s stomach pain, not lower abdominal pain. Wait— When was the last time you had your period?

Xavier squeezes your hand, pulling you out of your thoughts. “What’s wrong?” He whispers, leaning over and staring at you intently. “Do you not like the soup? Would you prefer for me to cook you something instead?”

You blink at Xavier, slowly shaking your head. “The soup is fine, but…” You trail off, feeling the familiar pain return. “I don’t think I’ll be able to finish this soup.”

The men around you peek into the bowl to see how much soup you have left, and you barely make a dent in the soup. You’ve probably eaten three slices of carrots and four shredded chicken and sipped the broth around two or three times, but either way, you’re not even close to finishing the chicken soup that Caleb made for you.

“Can you try to finish at least half of the soup? You don’t have to finish the entire thing, but half would suffice,” Sylus suggests, gazing at you worriedly.

You stare at the soup, sighing. It’s not like you’re full, it’s just that the cramps you’re suddenly feeling are making it hard for you to want to finish your food. The longer you stare at your food, the more you can feel holes being burned into the back of your head from how hard the five men around you are staring at you.

You grab the food tray and place it on the ground before getting up from the couch. Just when you thought the cramps you were feeling a moment ago were bad, they just got worse the minute you stood up. You clear your throat, acting like you’re not being stabbed in the abdomen over and over by a box cutter. You point to the bathroom, letting them know you’ll be right back before sprinting away. During your journey to the bathroom, you feel the familiar sense of dread fall over you when, you’re assuming, blood starts gushing out of your lady bits.

You accidentally slam the bathroom door shut behind you as you rush to the toilet, pull your pajama pants and underwear down. You grit your teeth and silently groan at the sight. That’s going to leave an ugly stain.

“Maybe you’re the reason why I’m sick,” you grumble, poking at where your uterus is located. “Dropping by for a week-long visit with no notice ahead of time is absolutely foul.”

You remain on the toilet, letting the blood drip out of you as you wipe the blood from your panties. Well, at least you didn’t bleed through and stain your pajama pants. You reach into the sink cabinet, searching for your pads and tampons, only to find nothing. Your heart falls into the pit of your stomach, causing you to lurch forward on the toilet, peeking your head into the cabinet to double-check if you may have misplaced it somewhere.

You shake your head, in denial. “Fuck. Please tell me I didn’t forget to restock my pads and tampons,” you whisper.

“Everything alright in there, pipsqueak?” Caleb knocks on the door.

You close the sink cabinet with silent defeat, flush the toilet after wiping (a lot of wiping), fold toilet paper, and place it in your underwear as a temporary pad. You pull up your pants and underwear, waddling to the door. You crack the door open, peeking out to see Caleb and the others standing outside the bathroom door.

You press your lips into a thin line and proceed to push past them, walking straight to your closet to pull out clean clothes to change into after your shower. It’s probably not the best idea to shower while you’re sick, but right now, it’s very much needed. You stop in your tracks, sighing. You still need to restock pads and tampons.

“What’s wrong, sweetie? You look distraught,” Sylus says, approaching you.

God, he’s so tall.

“Huh?” You blink at the Onychinus leader owlishly.

Sylus smirks, letting out an amused laugh, and crosses his arms over his chest. “You really are out of it, aren’t you?” He teases, now standing in front of you, and presses his hands against your forehead. “You shouldn’t be showering when you have a fever, kitten.”

You frown at Sylus, feeling all sorts of emotions hitting you like a brick wall. You’re angry that your period started, you’re also sad because you completely forgot to restock your tampons and pads, you’re humiliated that you stained your panties with your blood and now have to use toilet paper as a temporary pad, but you’re so tired and in so much pain.

You want to cry, but you also want to scream and obliterate the entire planet. Of all people, why you and why now? Sylus tilts his head to get a better look at your face; his gaze softens when he sees the look on your face. Before Sylus can say anything, you drop your clothes and bury your face into his chest, sighing.

Rafayel takes a cautious step forward. “What’s wrong, cutie? It’s okay if you’re too tired to finish your soup. We won’t force you to eat,” Rafayel says softly.

You press your cheek against Sylus’s chest, peeking at Rafayel and the others with a pout. God, this is making you feel even worse. You shake your head, closing your eyes. You shudder, feeling like a stepped ketchup packet.

Xavier rubs your back, eyebrows knitted together with worry. “Please tell us what’s wrong. You seem to be doing far worse before you went to the bathroom,” Xavier pleads, pulling you away from Sylus.

“You guys know that I’m sick, right?” You mutter, sitting on the edge of your bed.

The men around you nod, slowly migrating over to your bed.

You sigh, rubbing your eyes with your knuckle. “Well, turns out, I’m also menstruating! Yippee! Hooray! Someone please kill me and end my suffering.” You plop over on your bed and rub your temples. “Oh, and to top it all off, I completely forgot to restock my tampons and pads! Things just keep getting better and better!”

You grab your pillow, tempted to take yourself out of your misery. Instead, you hold yourself back and hug it against your chest, zoning out. Caleb makes a noise, grabbing your attention. You look over at Caleb to see him staring at his phone, stroking his chin.

“That makes sense on why I’ve been getting notifications about your menstruation cycle nearing,” Caleb says nonchalantly.

You stare at Caleb owlishly. “You keep track of my period?” You ask with millions of questions running through your mind rapidly.

“I do too,” Rafayel says, waving his phone. “In fact, I just got notified that your period should be starting sometime this week, but it looks like it starts today! I should mark it.”

You sit up, ignoring the feeling of your blood staining your temporary “pad.” Wait, since when did they keep track of your period?

Noticing the clueless look on your face, Zayne pats your head with a small smile. “In case you forgot, which, judging by the look on your face, you did, you wanted me to keep track of your cycle. By the looks of it, it seems like I’m not the only one who’s tracking your cycle,” Zayne says, looking over at the others.

You stare at the five men blankly, with your mouth agape, when the others show you their phone screens. You look at the ceiling, trying to recall the time when you asked them to keep track of your period. Well, at least you won’t have to worry about forgetting your impending cycle when you have five people who will notify you about it before it happens. Today, however, is different. No warning signs at all— well, maybe you getting sick is the warning of your impending menstrual cycle, and having no pads and tampons stocked in your bathroom is the worst situation to be in.

Xavier strokes your hair. “If you want, you can go take a shower while we go to the store to buy you some pads and tampons,” Xavier murmurs, gazing at you with those adorable puppy dog eyes of his.

“If we do that, someone’s going to need to stay back and keep watch of [Y/N],” Caleb interjects, crossing his arms over his chest. “I know [Y/N] long enough to know what products she uses.”

You groan and flop over on your stomach. You can’t believe Caleb wants someone to babysit you while they go out to buy you menstrual products. You’re an adult, you can be left alone in your apartment while they’re out shopping at the nearest store. It’s not like you will bleed out and die if they leave you all by yourself. Plus, this isn’t your first rodeo as a menstruating woman, a hunter to be exact.

After convincing all five of your lovely guests to let you be alone in your apartment while they go out to restock your menstrual products, you find yourself sitting in the shower, staring at the tiles. You watch the blood and shampoo trickle into the drain, wincing when another wave of cramps hits you. You lean against the shower wall, questioning everything. You have no idea how long you’ve been in the shower, but you truly hope that Caleb, Zayne, Xavier, Rafayel, and Sylus return before you’re done taking a shower.

Meanwhile…

Zayne walks to the cash register with three boxes of pads in one hand and a box of dessert from the store’s bakery in the other. Zayne stops in his tracks when he sees the other four, raising an eyebrow at them as they approach the cardiac surgeon.

“Five boxes of tampons! [Y/N] won’t have to worry about running out of menstrual products for the next few months!” Rafayel says, looking smug.

Xavier scratches his head, holding up four boxes of both pads and tampons, each one different from the other. “I bought one of each for [Y/N]. If I remember correctly, she said her period flows tend to be different and unpredictable each month and day.”

The others nod and murmur with approval, earning a shy yet satisfied smile from Xavier. Everyone turns to look at Caleb, your childhood friend and Zayne’s childhood and maybe current love rival.

Caleb laughs, shaking his head. “Wow, all of you went all out. I, on the other hand, got her the period essentials,” he says, holding up a shopping basket that contains pads, tampons, a couple of your favorite snacks, a heatable teddy bear, and a soft throw blanket.

Zayne hums, mentally critiquing Caleb’s cart. Despite there being differences between Zayne and Caleb, Zayne approves of Caleb’s cart. Everyone turns to look at Sylus, who came empty-handed. Everyone’s silently judging the leader of Onychinus. Sylus chuckles, tapping on his temples before crossing his arms over his chest.

“While you all were shopping around, I put in a bulk order of pads, tampons, and wipes that will be delivered to [Y/N]’s apartment. It should be there by the time we return to her apartment,” Sylus says, glancing at the watch around his wrist.

Rafayel looks at Sylus with wide eyes, a mix of horror and awe. “Bulk order?! Are you implying [Y/N] is going to get warehouse-level type of shipments to her apartment?” Rafayel asks.

“Yes, because I don’t want her to worry about having to run back to the store to restock her menstrual products,” Sylus says nonchalantly, propping his hands on his hips.

Caleb scrutinizes Sylus, propping one hand on his hip. “Where did you get the money to do all of this, Sylus?”

Sylus smiles, waving off the skeptical looks thrown his way. “I’m just a fruit vendor with a very successful business, that is all.”

- 15 Minutes Later -

You shut off the water and grab your towel, wrapping it around your body. You stand in the shower, debating whether you should step out and get dressed or wait for the others to return with pads and tampons. A knock on the bathroom door interrupts your thoughts, making you nearly cry out in relief. Oh, thank goodness you won’t have to make a temporary pad out of toilet paper!

You leave the shower and walk to the door, unlocking it. You crack the door open and take a peek. Zayne, Caleb, Rafayel, and Xavier are holding bags of pads and tampons. No Sylus in sight.

Noticing your questioning gaze, Zayne gestures to the door leading to the living room. “Sylus is stocking your storage room. You’ll understand when you’re done with your shower,” Zayne says.

You sigh in relief. You thanked the four men before grabbing a random bag from one of their hands, closing the door, and getting dressed. After changing and securing your underwear, you unlock and open the bathroom door. Caleb helps you with restocking the pads and tampons in your bathroom while Xavier and Rafayel help Zayne with throwing the boxes away.

“Where is Sylus?” You mutter, closing the sink cabinet door.

Caleb shrugs. “Probably still stocking up the storage room,” Caleb replies.

Caleb wraps his arm around your shoulders before leaving the bathroom with you. When you and Caleb step into the living room, you stop in your tracks when you see Xavier, Zayne, and Rafayel helping Sylus stock your apartment storage room. You look at Caleb, who shrugs in response to your questioning gaze.

You leave Caleb’s side, approaching the four men while trying to peek from their shoulders to see what they’re doing. Xavier and Rafayel move out of the way for you to look; your eyes nearly pop out of your skull after seeing your storage room, once empty, now completely full of boxes of pads, tampons, and wet wipes.

You look at Sylus, who reminds you of a smug cat showing his owner his successful hunt. “This was your doing, wasn’t it?” You ask.

“Well, of course it is, sweetie. I don’t want you to worry about restocking your menstrual products for the next few months. If you happen to use up the entire stock, then you can always let me know, and I will have them restocked in no time,” Sylus says.

Next few months?! You look back at the storage room, filled to the brim with boxes of pads, tampons, and wipes. Maybe it’s your period that’s making you emotional, or the fact that these men care about you so much that they would go out of their way to buy as many boxes of pads and tampons for you, you find it very touching. You can’t help but tear up at the sweet gesture, causing mass panic among the five men.

“Cutie, why are you crying?! You’re not in pain, are you!?” Rafayel asks, grabbing you by the shoulders and staring at you with pure panic.

You laugh and cover your face, bending over to avoid their worried stares. Rafayel looks at the others, unsure of what to do aside from pulling you into his arms and cradling you, patting your back. You wipe the tears running down your cheeks and let yourself loosen up in Rafayel’s arms, sighing.

“What do you want to do now, pipsqueak? Do you want to finish your food now or later?” Caleb trails off, stroking your hair.

You continue clinging to Rafayel, peeking over at the untouched (and most likely cold) soup. “Can we watch a movie first? I’m not really in the mood to eat right now. Maybe I’ll be hungry after we finish a movie,” you mutter, peeking at Caleb and the others.

Each man agreed to your proposal and began setting the living room up for the impromptu movie night. When everyone starts to settle down for the movie, they all leave space for you to sit next to them—lots of space. You prop your hands on your hips, unsure of where to sit, while these men subtly glare at each other.

“Can you guys scoot a little closer?” You ask, gesturing for everyone to move in.

Caleb, Sylus, Zayne, Xavier, and Rafayel reluctantly scoot closer to each other. When they stop to look at you, you shake your head with disapproval and continue to gesture for them to move closer. Once they’re finally sitting side by side, thighs touching, you nod with approval. You grab the throw blanket that Caleb bought for you and drape the blanket over their laps, ignoring the confused stares thrown your way. You grab a plushie that works as a pillow and place it on Sylus’s lap. You walk to the light switch, turn the living room lights off before returning to where the others are waiting for you, still confused about what you’re plotting. On your way back, you grab the spare plush blanket that hangs from the armrest of the sofa. This is probably the most you’ve moved around since returning from your solo mission.

You briefly sit on Zayne’s lap before lying down on everyone’s lap. If these men want to fight over who gets to sit beside you while watching the movie, you might as well make them your bed. You lay your head on the plushie pillow on Sylus’s lap, draping your blanket over your body.

Rafayel frowns. “Hey, how come I’m the only one with the short end of the stick?” Rafayel mutters, lightly tickling your feet, making you jolt.

You peek at Rafayel with a playful glare. “Don’t worry, Rafayel. I’ll be switching positions when we start watching another movie after this one,” you reply, getting comfortable.

About twenty minutes into the movie, you slowly start to doze off. There are many times when you try to force yourself to stay awake during the first few minutes of the movie. But the more the movie drags on, you can’t help but slowly fall asleep. You’re so comfortable: fresh out of the shower, wearing cozy pajamas, lying on top of Sylus, Caleb, Zayne, Xavier, and Rafayel’s lap with a blanket over you.

You don’t mind spending your vacation and sick days like this as long as you’re surrounded by the people who cherish you and care about you. Right when you succumb to your slumber, you feel someone press a kiss on your head, and more kisses soon follow after the first.

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