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emmiesoverthemoon · 12 days ago

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i’ll make you lose

pairing: lee felix x reader

word count: 10.6k

summary: you wanted to tease your cute nerdy tutor. how could you not? he looked like he short circuited whenever you both made eye contact. well, as it turns out, untouched nerds do it best.

tags: flustered felix. university au. implied friends to lovers. flirting, teasing. unprotected sex, dry humping, oral (f recieving). enjoy

this is my longest work yet. safe to say i got carried away lol.

You sat at the long, rectangular desk in the lecture hall, your fingers lightly tapping against the surface as the professor’s voice floated in the background. Your mind wandered, the jumble of equations and formulas in front of you blurring into abstract shapes. The announcement that your professor had just made, however, cut through the fog in your thoughts, and it was only then that the full meaning of their words sank in.

Felix. Lee Felix.

He was going to be your tutor. You had heard the rumors. Felix was brilliant. His grades were flawless, and his understanding of the material was unparalleled. He had the kind of intellect that earned him respect from professors and peers alike. The kind of intellect that made people expect perfection from him in everything he did.

But as much as Felix was known for his academic prowess, there was another side to him that never failed to catch your attention. He had this nerdy charm that was impossible to ignore. The way his tousled hair always seemed to fall into his eyes no matter how much he tried to push it back, the way his shy smile made him look both endearing and just a little out of place in the sea of confident university students. He was smart, yes, but there was something almost adorably awkward about him that always made you want to push his buttons.

“Felix will meet you in the library after class,” the professor continued, oblivious to the mischief stirring in your mind. “He is more than capable of helping you grasp these concepts, so please do not hesitate to reach out if you need assistance.”

You had to bite back the grin threatening to spread across your face. Felix would be your tutor? Oh, you could already imagine how it would go. You would be sitting there in the quiet, academic setting of the library, surrounded by endless shelves of books, and all you would need to do was drop a few playful comments and watch him squirm. Felix was too polite, too aware of how smart he was, and you knew that his discomfort would only make him more adorable.

He would try so hard to keep the focus on the subject, to make sure you understood every little detail. But you? You would make it impossible for him to stay composed. You could already hear his voice wavering, see the flush creeping up his neck when your teasing got to him.

You were going to enjoy every second of it.

With a sly grin, you gathered your things and headed out of class. Your mind was already turning, plotting exactly how to push his buttons in all the right ways. He was going to be your tutor, but that didn’t mean you were unallowed have a little fun while you learned, right?

The library was, as usual, a quiet sanctuary, with the scent of paper and ink filling the air as students hunched over their textbooks. Your ears were filled with the distant clicking of keyboard keys as other students desperately attempted to finish their assignments on time. You found an empty table by the window, settled into a chair, and waited. Your heart beat a little faster than usual, not from nerves, but from the anticipation of what was about to unfold. You were going to have Felix all to yourself, and the idea was enough to make you smile to yourself, just a little.

Minutes later, Felix entered, his presence immediately drawing your attention. He had a large backpack slung over one shoulder, and his eyes scanned the room, moving quickly over the rows of tables. When his line of sight finally landed on you, he froze, looking just a little startled, like he hadn’t expected you to be so... ready.

“Hi,” he said, his voice soft and careful as he made his way over. “Sorry I’m late, I—uh—had to finish something for another class.”

You nodded slowly, watching him as he set his things down on the table, arranging them with a precision that made you wonder how long he had spent perfecting the art of being neat. “No problem,” you said, your voice light, casual. “I was just looking forward to some... expert tutoring.”

Felix blinked at you, a faint frown tugging at the corner of his lips. He pushed his glasses up his nose, his fingers fumbling with the straps of his bag. “I—I wouldn’t call myself an expert. I just know the material,” he said quickly, glancing down at his notes, avoiding your sharp eyes.

You leaned forward just slightly, watching him. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Felix. They say you have all the answers.”

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, eyes flickering nervously as he finally looked at you, a little too long this time. “Well... I try to. But, um... math is... you know, it’s not—uh—difficult once you understand it. It’s not subjective.” He trailed off, almost as if he was trying to convince himself more than you.

You tilted your head, your smile widening just a fraction. “Hmm... so you are saying it is easy for you?”

Felix looked like he might crumble under the weight of your gaze. His fingers twitched, reaching for his pencil as if to busy himself, but his hand stopped just shy of it, his posture growing even more tense. “It’s... I mean, it’s not hard. Once you—”

“Once you focus,” you interrupted, your voice casual, but there was an undercurrent of something more. “And make sure your student focuses too, right?”

Felix cleared his throat, visibly flustered now. He nodded rapidly. “Yes, yes, exactly. If we just focus, it’s really easy to get through it.” His voice wavered slightly, but he quickly recovered, trying to mask the nervousness that was slowly creeping in. “So, um... let’s get started with this first problem. It’s all about understanding the process.”

You rested your chin in your hand, leaning slightly forward again. “Of course. But... I'm curious. What do you do in your free time, Felix? When you’re not, you know, tutoring, being cute, and getting perfect grades?”

Felix blinked, caught off guard by the question. “I... uh...” He hesitated, his face turning a deeper shade of pink. “I just... I like to study more. Or... play some video games. Just to relax.”

You grinned, sensing the opportunity for more teasing. “Video games, huh? That’s... interesting. I would have never pegged you as the type.”

Felix opened his mouth, then closed it again, clearly unsure how to respond. His fingers drummed nervously on the desk, and you could see the tiny tremble in his hand. “I—uh—it’s just a hobby,” he said, the words coming out much faster than he intended. “It helps me unwind.”

“Mmm,” you murmured, eyes glinting. “I can imagine. You must get really into it. I bet you lose track of time... just focusing on the game.”

Felix was trying so hard not to react, but it was obvious he was flustered. His shoulders were tight, his cheeks flushed, and he avoided looking at you for a moment. “I mean, yeah... sometimes. But that’s not the point right now,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you.

You leaned back, still smiling. “No, of course not. You’re here to tutor me. I get it.”

But the way his voice cracked slightly when he spoke—that was definitely the point.

Felix took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. His fingers slid over his notebook as he adjusted his glasses again, the motion a bit more frantic this time. The uncertainty was still there, evident in the way his shoulders stiffened as he tried to get his thoughts together. He focused on the material, but it was clear that the presence in front of him made it harder to stay on track.

“Alright,” he began, his voice more confident than before, though there was a slight edge to it. “This problem is about differential equations. First, we isolate the variable—”

You interrupted him, your voice light and teasing. “Mm, sure, but are you sure you want to go straight into all that? I mean, you’re looking awfully cute trying to explain this.”

Felix froze mid-sentence, the words catching in his throat. His hand, still gripping his pencil, trembled slightly. He glanced up at you, flustered. “I... I’m just trying to make sure you get it.” His voice was tight, but there was an unmistakable vulnerability to it, like he was unsure whether you were joking or being serious.

You leaned back in your chair, letting your eyes trace over his flustered expression. “I know, I know. You’re just so diligent,” you said with a smirk, your inspective eyes never leaving his face. “It’s kinda adorable, to be honest.”

Felix’s cheeks turned a shade darker. He cleared his throat, awkwardly glancing at the notebook, his focus now split between the problem in front of him and the teasing grin on your face. “Okay, well,” he stammered, his voice faltering. “Let’s just get through this first part, okay? The first thing you do is... uh, you isolate the variable, and then...”

“You know,” you interrupted again, raising an eyebrow, “you’re really good at this. I don’t even need to take notes. I’ll just watch you talk about math. You’re cute when you get all serious.”

Felix’s eyes darted up to meet yours, then quickly flicked back down, his face growing hotter. “I—uh—I think it’s better if you take notes. You’ll remember it better that way.”

You grinned, enjoying how much you were making him squirm. “Oh, but it’s more fun this way. You’re cute when you’re flustered. Besides,” you leaned forward slightly, “I think I’d rather pay attention to you than whatever’s on the page.”

Felix opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. He swallowed thickly, his fingers nervously tapping the pencil against the desk. He couldn’t seem to keep his eyes on the equations now, not when you were looking at him like that. “I... I don’t think that’s the best idea,” he finally managed, his voice sounding almost strained. “We need to focus.”

“Focus, huh?” you mused, eyes sparkling. “Well, I’m sure I could focus... if you weren’t so intriguing.”

He was clearly struggling to maintain his composure. His gaze flickered between his notes and you, like he was unable to decide which was more important. “I—I’m trying to stay on track here,” he said, voice a little more forceful this time, though it was still laced with uncertainty. “But, uh... just, just try to take notes. Please?”

You smiled, leaning back in your chair with a teasing glint in your eye. “Alright, alright, Felix. You’re the boss. But I’ll admit, it’s hard to take notes when my tutor is so... distracting.”

Felix’s jaw tightened, his fingers curling around his pencil. “I—uh—I’m not trying to distract you. I just... I want you to understand this,” he said quickly, his tone a little more defensive now.

You nodded slowly, your expression shifting just enough to let him know you were still in control of the situation. “Sure, Felix. Go ahead,” you said, your voice almost too sweet, too calm. “I’ll listen, I promise.”

But there was no mistaking the underlying amusement in your voice, the way you were watching him with that knowing smile, making it almost impossible for him to keep his focus. Felix’s pencil shook slightly as he attempted to continue, but his words came out stilted and unsure. “Okay, so... when you—uh, when you solve for the variable, you—”

You leaned forward just a little, your voice soft but pointed. “You’re so good at this, Felix. Really. But I’ve got to wonder...” You let the words trail off, watching the way he stiffened under your gaze. “Do you get this flustered all the time? Or is it just me?”

Felix froze, his face turning even redder as he quickly tried to look away. “I’m—uh—I’m not flustered,” he muttered, but his voice was weak, lacking the usual certainty.

For the first time, you saw a flicker of something else in his eyes—an edge, maybe, or a challenge. His hand gripped his pencil more firmly as he looked down at the page, his voice quieter but still undeniably more confident. “I can focus,” he said, his tone sharper than before. “Let’s just... finish this.”

“Alright,” you said, your voice softer now, almost intrigued. “Let’s finish it, then.”

“Okay,” he began again, though his voice was steadier than before, still tinged with that edge of determination. “Let’s go over it again. After we’ve isolated the variable, you need to—”

You interrupted him again, this time leaning forward, just slightly. “Felix,” you said, your tone laced with playful mischief, “do you always look this serious when you’re teaching? I mean, you’re making me think you have a secret life as a super serious tutor.”

Felix blinked, clearly thrown off by the sudden shift in your tone. He adjusted his glasses with a nervous gesture, but this time, the flush creeping up his neck wasn’t as obvious. “I—I’m just trying to make sure you understand,” he said, though there was an almost defensive quality in his voice now. “It’s not easy to explain this stuff if you’re distracted.”

You raised an eyebrow, letting a small smirk play on your lips. “Distracted? Me?” you asked, feigning innocence. “I’m completely focused on you, Felix. But you know, your whole ‘serious tutor’ vibe is... kinda working for me. It’s almost too cute.”

Felix’s eyes flicked to you, then quickly away, a small breath escaping his lips. His hands clenched around the pencil, a slight tremor running through him. “It’s not cute,” he said quickly, his voice sounding a little more forced now. “This is important. I need you to take this seriously.”

“Of course, Felix,” you purred, leaning back in your chair as you watched the way he shifted in his seat. “I am very serious. I’m just wondering... do you always get this uptight when you talk to girls? Or is it just me that gets under your skin?”

Felix’s eyes widened, a flicker of something almost daring in his eye before he quickly looked back down at his notes. The flush deepened in his cheeks, but there was a shift in his posture—a subtle but noticeable one. “I’m not uptight,” he said firmly, though the force behind his words caught you by surprise. “I’m just focused on making sure you understand the content. That’s all.”

You smiled knowingly, pushing your luck a little further. “Hmm, is that what it is? You’re not uptight at all? Because it sure looks like I’m getting to you, Felix.”

Felix’s jaw clenched, and for a moment, you thought he might snap at you. But then, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, his fingers loosening their grip on the pencil. “It’s just that... I know this stuff inside and out,” he said, his tone a little quieter but still confident. “I don’t want you to struggle with it, okay?”

You tilted your head, your smile softer now, though your eyes never left his. “I’m sure you don’t want me to struggle,” you said, your voice low, “but maybe... just maybe... you’re a little more interested in making me struggle in other ways.”

Felix’s face flushed, his expression faltering for a split second before he regained his composure. His gaze flicked to yours again, but this time, it lingered a fraction longer than before. “I... that’s not what I meant,” he stammered, his voice betraying him. “I just... want you to do well. Is that so hard to believe?”

You smirked, enjoying the way he was floundering just a bit. “No, Felix. It’s not hard to believe at all,” you said, your voice dripping with amusement. “I just find it interesting that you’re so focused on me doing well. What about you? You’re doing a great job. I’d say you're pretty good at this whole tutoring thing.”

Felix shifted, clearly flustered. His usual calm demeanor was beginning to crack, and he was no longer avoiding your line of sight. The hesitation was still there, but it was starting to feel like he wasn’t as afraid to face you anymore. “It’s... it’s not about me,” he said, voice still uncertain, but no longer as shy. “It’s about you learning, okay?”

There was a brief moment of silence, and you noticed the change in his posture—how he sat up straighter now, shoulders back, a subtle shift in his body language. His attempt at maintaining composure was no longer about simply getting through the tutoring session—it was about something else, something you couldn’t quite place.

You tilted your head slightly, watching him closely. “Alright, Felix,” you said, your voice softening just a little, “I’ll let you get back to the problem. But I’m starting to think that you’re not just tutoring me anymore. There’s a little something else going on, huh?”

Felix cleared his throat, his staring flicking to his notes for a second before he straightened up, more resolute this time. “Just focus on the material, alright?” His voice had a firmness now, an edge to it that hadn’t been there before. He now carried a commanding energy that you would be lying if you said you hated it.

For the first time, you felt a shift in the dynamic. The shift in the air was palpable—subtle yet undeniable. Felix was no longer just the shy, uncertain tutor, fumbling through every explanation with a nervousness that was, at first, endearing but now seemed out of place. No, there was something different in his demeanor now—something almost challenging. The softness he had shown earlier, the gentle hesitation, was slowly being replaced with a quiet firmness, and you could feel it in the way his eyes met yours. Steady. Calculated. Unwavering.

You couldn’t resist pushing just a little further. It's just so fun!

“So, Felix,” you said, a teasing tone slipping into your voice, “is this how you always talk? All serious, no fun? Because I think you'd be a lot more interesting if you let go a little, you know. Just a thought."

Felix didn't even flinch this time. His gaze held steady, the faintest spark of something deeper hiding behind those eyes. There was an edge to his voice, a subtle, almost imperceptible shift that you had not noticed before. “I can be fun when it matters,” he replied, his tone surprisingly assured. “But I’m not here to entertain you. I’m here to help you get it. If that means I need to stay focused, then so be it.”

You raised an eyebrow, momentarily taken aback by the calm intensity of his words. “Oh, I know,” you said with a feigned innocence, leaning back slightly in your chair. “But it’s funny, don’t you think? How you try so hard to keep it all together. Makes me wonder... if you’re trying to impress someone with all that focus.”

Felix’s posture stiffened, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. His fingers, still gripping the pencil, twitched as if he was about to speak, but instead, he cleared his throat, and a brief silence settled between you.

“I’m not trying to impress anyone,” he said, the words deliberate, slower this time. “I’m here to do my job. To help you. Nothing more.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips as you studied him. “Mm. Sure. But I can’t help but wonder, Felix,” you said, leaning in just a little closer, “does all this effort to be so... perfect make you feel better? Or is it just the way you think people expect you to be?”

The words hung in the air for a moment, and you could see Felix’s jaw tighten. His eyes, previously avoiding your peering ones, now locked with them. There was something different in the way he held himself now, something new in the way he stood his ground.

“I’m not perfect,” he said, his voice low but strong, a subtle challenge laced in every syllable. “And I don’t need you to think I am. I’m just doing what I have to do.”

Your gaze softened, the teasing edge still present but now tempered with something else. Felix’s composure was beginning to shift, the walls he had built starting to crack, revealing something more—a strength, a quiet assertiveness that had previously been hidden.

“Alright, Felix,” you said, your tone slipping into something more genuine, less playful. “But I have to admit, this... side of you? Didn’t see it coming. I like it.”

Felix inhaled slowly, his eyes still fixed on you, but now there was a quiet confidence in his aura. He set his pencil down, his movements deliberate, and you watched as he leaned forward just slightly.

“I’m not the nervous guy you think I am,” he said, his voice steady, no longer stumbling over his words. “And I’m not here to let you get away with everything, either.”

The change in his tone caught you off guard. There was no hesitation now, no nervous stammering. Felix, the tutor you had been teasing so relentlessly, was looking at you with the kind of quiet authority that made your pulse race.

Your smile faltered for a second, a small surprise flickering in your chest. “Well,” you said, your voice softer now, “guess I’ve been underestimating you.”

Felix’s deep eyes never wavered, and the corner of his lips curled into the faintest of smirks. “Maybe you should stop,” he said, his tone teasing now, but there was an undeniable edge to it. His voice dropped low, firing quick heat straight to your chest, “You might just find out that I’m not so easy to read.”

You swallowed, your heart picking up its pace at the challenge in his voice. There was a new tension in the air now, a quiet storm brewing between the two of you. And for the first time, you wondered just how far this teasing game could go.

The study session had dragged on, the numbers blurring into a haze that you could no longer focus on. Felix’s voice was a calm cadence, his explanations intricate yet smooth, but your mind had long since wandered. The air between you had thickened, a subtle charge building, lingering just below the surface. You stretched your arms overhead, an exaggerated motion that only further fueled the unspoken tension between you.

“Felix,” you drawled, your voice languid as you settled back into your chair, letting your eyes settle on him. “I think I’ve earned a break, don’t you think?”

Felix glanced up, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes before he smoothed it over with a quick smile. “A break?” he repeated, his tone light but the gleam in his eyes betraying the small flicker of interest. “For what exactly?”

You leaned back, the chair creaking beneath you as you tilted your head, assessing him in that way that made him uncomfortable without him even realising it. “I’ve been listening, Felix. Really listening. And you’ve been talking non-stop about equations. It’s only fair I get a little reward for being so studious.”

Felix’s lips twitched at the corner, but he didn’t break. “Reward? I didn’t realise listening was an activity worthy of prizes.” There was a playful bite to his words now, as if he were starting to realise just how much you were enjoying this.

You let your smile linger. “Oh, but it is,” you replied, leaning forward just enough to close the space between you two. “I’m being patient. I’m being good. And that, Felix, deserves something in return.”

The words came out with just enough sweetness that it almost sounded genuine, though the challenge behind them was unmistakable. Felix blinked once, twice, his brow furrowing as he processed it, before he straightened slightly, eyes narrowing in mock suspicion. “And what exactly would you want as a reward? Another lecture on algebra?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, rolling your eyes. “Nah, I think I’ve had my fill of that for the evening. Maybe you could entertain me instead?” You let the word entertain hang in the air between you, casual but heavy with implication.

Felix hesitated, a momentary falter before he regained his composure. “Entertain you?” He leaned forward, now more intrigued than flustered. “I think you’re the one who’s been doing the distracting here.”

Your lips quirked at that. “Oh? You think so?” You shifted slightly, your body angling toward him in a way that felt just a touch too close. “I’m just sitting here, Felix. But it seems like you’re the one who can’t quite keep his mind on the equations.”

Felix’s gaze sharpened, though there was a faint flush creeping into his cheeks. He cleared his throat, trying to play it cool. “I’m focused,” he said, his voice even, though the tension in it was palpable. “And I’m not the one who’s been looking at the clock every five minutes.”

You let out a dramatic sigh. “I’m just trying to learn, Felix. I can’t help it if your genius is just... so distracting.”

His eyes flickered at the word genius, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Distracting, huh?” He paused, then leaned forward, lowering his voice just enough to make your heart race. “Maybe you’re the one who’s distracting me. You’ve been distracting me from the very beginning.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the shift in his tone. Felix wasn’t just playing along anymore. He was starting to push back, and it felt different—more deliberate, more confident.

“Oh really?” you murmured, the words slipping from your lips with a mix of amusement and challenge. “How exactly am I distracting you, Felix?”

Felix’s lips quirked into a half-smile, the self-assurance growing in him like a steady wave. “Well, for one, you won’t stop trying to flirt with me. I’ve been trying to focus on these problems,” he gestured to the scattered equations on the table, “but all I can think about is how much you enjoy messing with me.”

The words were out before you could stop them, a laugh escaping you. “Flirting? Me? I’m just being friendly, Felix.”

“Friendly?” he repeated, eyes narrowing as he leaned closer, so close that you could feel the heat from his body. His voice lowered, edged with something darker. “You’ve been pushing me ever since we started. Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing.”

You swallowed, but the smile never left your lips. You weren’t expecting him to bite back this hard, but you liked it. “So, what?” you teased. “Am I a little too much for you?”

Felix didn’t flinch, not this time. He matched your gaze, leaning in just enough to close the gap, his voice a low murmur. “Maybe you are. But maybe I like it that way.”

Your breath caught, his words hanging in the air like a promise you were unsure if you wanted to acknowledge it just yet. Felix, the shy, smart tutor, was not so shy anymore. He was unafraid to meet you head-on, and that shift was more intoxicating than you would like to admit.

“Well,” you said, your voice breathy, the teasing edge still there but softer now, “I’m starting to think you might like the distraction, Felix.”

He paused, and for the first time, you saw the flicker of hesitation in his eyes. Then, with a smirk that was all confidence, he leaned back, his posture changing entirely. “Maybe I do,” he said, his voice even, his gaze still holding yours, “but I’m not sure you’re ready for it. You think you've got me all figured out, hm?”

You couldn’t help the subconcious reaction in you—your smile widened, and the challenge grew thicker in your chest. “Oh, I don’t need to figure you out. I already know what buttons to press. It’s just you're a little more... unpredictable than I thought.”

Felix’s eyes narrowed, his expression now a perfect mixture of amusement and something else—something sharper. “Unpredictable?” he repeated, his tone lowering. “I think you’re the unpredictable one here. You’ve been pushing my buttons from the start. But now...”

His voice took on a teasing, almost dangerous edge. “Now I’m starting to wonder how far you’re willing to push before you realise you might’ve gone too far.”

“You think I’ve gone too far?” you asked, your voice soft and mocking, and not doing very well at disguising how your heart skips beats when his voice drops in the way it has. “I’m just getting started, Felix.”

He leaned even closer, his voice now a near-whisper. “Then you’d better be careful,” he said, the words so close to a challenge that you couldn’t quite tell where the game ended and something else began. “Because if you keep pushing me, I might just let you go too far.”

For a moment, you both stared at each other, the air thick with a tension neither of you seemed willing to break.

“Well,” you said, leaning back, your voice back to that teasing edge, “looks like you’re the one distracting me now, huh?”

Felix smirked, leaning back in his own chair, but there was something in his posture now—something that made you realise he hadn’t been flustered at all. “You’ve been distracting me all this time,” he said, his voice steady. “But I think you’re right about one thing—you’re just getting started.”

You blinked, caught by surprise at the intensity in his voice. You were uncertain what had just shifted, but something between you had changed—Felix wasn’t just the shy, nervous tutor anymore. He was playing the game, and he was playing it well.

You barely made it through another page. Felix had resumed his explanation, something about polynomial division, but your thoughts were no longer tethered to the textbook. They wandered—to the way his fingers drummed lightly against the table, to the slight rasp in his voice when he became too focused to notice. He had not looked flustered since that last retort. In fact, it felt as though you were the one squirming now, each shift in his gaze a little too assured, each silence weighted with implication.

“You done spacing out again?” he asked, lifting his eyes just as yours trailed down the slope of his jaw.

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “Was not spacing out. I was contemplating the deeper meaning of poly-whatever division.”

Felix gave a slow nod, the corners of his mouth twitching. “Right. Deep. Like a spiritual experience.”

You exhaled a light laugh, chin propped in your hand. “You know, for someone who spends his nights talking to himself on Discord, you’re getting real confident.”

He blinked. “Wait—how do you know I—”

“I have ears,” you said simply. “And the guys talk. You all aren't exactly quiet.”

Felix stared at you, momentarily thrown. Then, in a move that felt strangely bold, he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “Okay. If you’re gonna mock the way I unwind, you’ve gotta at least try one of my games.”

“Try one?”

“Yeah. Come to my place. Pick a game. Let’s see if you’re any good.”

You raised a brow, amused by the casual offer—more amused by the confident glint in his eyes. “Is this a trap?”

“No,” he said, standing and stretching, his shirt riding up just slightly to reveal a sliver of pale skin. “But if you lose, you have to stop pretending you’re not interested.”

“And if I win?”

Felix paused at that, considering you with a gaze that lingered too long to be platonic. Then, with a crooked grin: “You won’t.”

You followed him out, the air charged in that low-simmer kind of way, the silence between you growing more alive with each step. His apartment was only a few minutes’ walk off campus, small and cozy, the kind of place that smelled faintly like cologne, old textbooks, and lavender laundry sheets.

“Shoes off,” he called as he moved toward the living room, kicking his own beside the door. “And no cheating.”

You stepped inside, eyes sweeping the space—books stacked on shelves and windowsills, a mess of cables near the desk, and, of course, a massive monitor glowing faintly in the dim light.

You turned toward him slowly, lips curling. “This is... alarmingly nerdy.”

He handed you a controller. “I know. You gonna keep talking or you gonna lose?”

"Put your money where your mouth is, Felix. Try me and find out."

You sat on the edge of his low couch, controller in hand, your knees drawn close and posture too poised for someone allegedly ready to relax. Felix, in contrast, looked perfectly at home—hoodie sleeves shoved up to his elbows, one leg tucked under the other as he navigated the menus with muscle memory. His jaw was set, eyes flicking over the screen, the pale glow catching on his cheekbones, that singular beauty which softened every time he forgot to guard it.

“Alright,” he said, voice casual as though he had not just invited you into his domain. “Simple practice match first. No stakes. You just gotta learn the controls.”

“I know what a joystick is,” you replied, shifting beside him, your shoulder brushing against his lightly. “I’m not a caveman.”

“No,” he said, glancing sidelong at you. “Just an academic liability.”

You made a sound of mock offense, elbow nudging his arm. “Wow. The ego on you.”

“I learned from the best.”

“Oh, so I taught you arrogance?”

Felix smirked, his eyes not tearing from the screen. “You’re an excellent role model.”

You were not entirely paying attention to the tutorial. Your fingers moved, but your thoughts trailed elsewhere—the rise and fall of his breath beside you, how his hands moved on the plastic controller with such nimbleness, the way his voice dipped low when explaining something technical, the subtle rasp that crept in the longer he talked.

“Here—hold A and rotate here. Like this.” He shifted, his hand coming over yours before you could react, guiding your fingers carefully. His touch was light, but deliberate, and far too warm.

You glanced at him.

He didn't move away.

“Okay,” you said slowly. “So... this is your master plan? Lure girls into your apartment and seduce them with thumb placement?”

Felix’s ears flushed red immediately. “What? No—no. That is not—”

“Mmhm,” you hummed, feigning deep thought. “Honestly, it is kind of working. But you should pace yourself, you know? Not every girl likes it rough on the joystick.”

He sputtered. Actually sputtered. “That is not—You—God—”

You grinned, victorious.

“I knew you were a menace,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face.

You tilted your head toward him, gaze lingering. “Still think you can handle tutoring me twice a week?”

Felix exhaled slowly, his expression unreadable now—focused, perhaps, or maybe just attempting not to combust. He turned his attention back to the screen, but not before murmuring under his breath:

“Barely.”

The practice round ticked down to its final seconds, the countdown flashing across the screen like a warning bell. The room around you was thick with warmth and shadow, your shared laughter from earlier settling into something quieter now—something edged.

Felix sat forward with that same focus as before, fingers loose on the controller, brow furrowed, jaw taut with effort. You watched the light flicker across his features—the soft glow of the monitor catching in his lashes, gilding the curve of his cheekbone. He hadn't even noticed how close you were.

But you had.

You tilted your body just enough that your thigh brushed his. “So intense,” you murmured. “Bet your heart rate goes up when your health bar drops.”

He huffed a soft laugh. “You talk too much when you're losing.”

“You're cute when you pretend this game matters.”

He finally looked at you. Not a glance, not a flicker—looked, head turning toward you fully, slow and unreadable.

“I'm cute?” he asked, tone deceptively mild.

You leaned in, feigning casual, letting your lips hover just near his ear. “Adorably so. Like a sweet little overachiever who's never had anyone play dirty with him before.”

Felix’s breath hitched. You felt it more than heard it.

He turned back to the screen, but his voice had shifted—lower now, smoother, each word curling with quiet intent. “Let's make this interesting.”

You tilted your head, eyeing him. “Go on.”

He pressed a button—your character flailed helplessly on-screen.

“If I win…” he said slowly, “you have to tell me exactly what kind of thoughts you have when you look at me, when you listen to me.”

Your grip on the controller tightened and your heart lurched, were you that obvious?

“What do I get if I win?” you asked, trying not to sound too breathless, too flustered.

Felix’s smirk curved like something dangerous. “Then I want to hear the same thing. Just... slower.”

“Alright, fine. But one more warm-up. Need to level the playing field.”

He answered with a chuckle and a soft shake of his head. The 'rematch' button was selected.

Competitive silence hovered in the air longer than it should have.

Your character lay defeated on the screen, the soft flicker of pixelated flames the only movement in the room. Felix had not moved either—still leaned forward, still watching you, though his gaze had shifted. Less playful now. More precise. Like he had studied the moment, found the crack in your composure, and was waiting to press into it.

You shifted where you sat, suddenly aware of the heat in the room, of how close his knee was to yours, how low his voice had gone and how it still echoed in your skin. His eyes dropped—briefly—to your mouth. Then rose again.

“So,” you said, clearing your throat. “That was a warm-up, right?”

His lips curved, slow and wolfish. Not a smile. A promise.

“Practice,” he corrected. “That was just practice.”

And then—he sat back.

Not away from you. Into himself. Like something in him had settled. His posture eased, but his presence intensified, like the air between you had suddenly thickened.

He resumed the game, eyes still on the screen, voice low and smooth. “Ready to actually play?”

You blinked. “What was I doing before?”

He clicked a button. The screen glowed. “Losing. Distracted. Making it too easy.”

“You're—”

“Still winning,” he cut in, and this time the look he gave you was direct, calculated. “But now… now I want to see what you're like when you stop pretending that you 'don't care'.”

You felt your stomach drop and flutter all at once.

Felix shifted again, closer this time—close enough that you could feel the press of his thigh against yours, the heat of him radiating through the minimal space between you. And then his voice came again—just behind your ear, thick as honey and impossible to block out.

“No more practice,” he murmured, the lowness of his voice shooting heat straight to your gut. “Show me how good you really are.”

You exhaled slowly and reset your grip on the controller, forcing your shoulders to loosen, your jaw to unclench. You had teased him first. This was just payback. You could handle it. It was still just a game.

But Felix was no longer playing the same one.

He didn't fill the silence between rounds with jokes or quips anymore. He didn't glance at your screen. He didn't need to.

He stayed close. Still and aware and quiet—except for that voice.

Not even a full sentence. Just fragments, murmured in that devastating octave, as if they slipped out of him without effort. Too casual. Too effective.

“Focus,” he whispered, as your thumb slipped on the analog stick again.

You swallowed hard.

“You're holding your breath,” he said next, voice lilting downward like a slow descent into something dangerous. “Is it me?”

You turned your head toward him—your mistake.

Because his eyes were already on you. Lazy, unreadable, and far too warm. His gaze flicked to your lips for half a second before he leaned in, so close you could feel the shape of his breath against your cheek when he spoke again.

“Tell me what you hear.”

Your pulse kicked hard against your throat.

“My voice,” he murmured, lips barely moving, “or your thoughts?”

You blinked, rapidly turning to look back at the screen, face burning. He had guessed. Or no—known. Felt it in the way you tensed. The way your thighs pressed together, just slightly, when he got close enough to speak low.

He smiled, soft and dangerous. “Thought so.”

You fumbled a combo. He leaned back, hands never leaving his controller, the heat of him still very much present.

“You keep teasing like you want me to lose,” he said. “But I think you want me to win.”

“I do not,” you said too quickly, too sharply, and he laughed—quiet, deep, the sound dragging along your spine.

“Then concentrate,” he said. “You're about to lose again.”

And that would be right, you did.

He paused the screen.

This time, he did not gloat. He set the controller down and turned toward you with a steady, almost clinical curiosity—like you were a riddle he was determined to solve.

“So,” he said, voice gentled back into a hush, “what exactly is it?”

You blinked. “What?”

He leaned in again, this time letting his mouth hover near your ear, not touching, just close enough that your breath hitched.

“The pitch?” he asked. “The rasp? Or is it just knowing I'm using it on purpose?”

You could not answer. Not right away. He waited.

Still.

Quiet.

Patient.

And then, softly—“Tell me everything. You lost the bet. You owe me that much.”

You hesitated—just a moment, but it was enough. The truth sat heavy in your chest, and you could feel it like a secret you had tried to keep hidden. You knew why he made your breath catch. It wasn’t just the voice. It was how it wrapped around you, how it hit those places you tried not to think about.

But now that he had cornered you—his eyes steady, voice calm, as if he knew—you could hardly breathe without him seeing right through you.

You blinked quickly, trying to steady yourself, but it did not work.

“I think,” you started, your voice a little too tight, “I think it’s the way you speak when you’re not... trying.”

Felix’s lips quirked, like a secret he had not expected you to admit.

“You mean when I’m casual?”

“Not casual,” you forced out, your heartbeat picking up. “When you’re—” You tried to think of the word, but it was impossible. “When you’re barely trying at all. Like you're not even aware of how much you're—" You stopped yourself, eyes narrowing. “You're affecting me. You’re just… too good at it.”

Felix leaned back, lips curling in amusement, eyes locked on you like a challenge. He wasn’t going to let you off easy. You were playing this game now.

“So, you like it, then? My voice?”

You shot him a look, half-rolling your eyes. “That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

“Mm. But I think you can say it louder.”

“You’re pushing it,” you warned, voice low, but Felix knew—he knew exactly what he was doing. You could see the way he leaned closer, just enough to make your pulse spike, his eyes twinkling like he was the cat and you were the mouse.

And then he spoke again, his voice darker this time—sweeter in its low rumble.

“You like it when I’m casual, right? When I don’t even try to make it sound like I’m saying it for you. That’s the part you’re not telling me, isn’t it?”

You swallowed, trying to look away, but you couldn’t. He had you in his grip now—his voice, his words, everything about the way he knew. And he was right. You couldn’t stop yourself from reacting to it.

But he had no plans of letting up.

“Or is it something else, hmm?” Felix’s voice lowered even further, an almost unbearable, husky murmur. “Do you like it when I speak just like this? Like I’m giving you everything you don’t want, but you can’t pull away.”

You sucked in a breath, trying to maintain some sense of control. “You really think you know that much about me?”

He grinned, that teasing flicker in his eyes returning. “I do now.”

And then—he did it again. His voice, barely above a whisper—“Focus. You’re still distracted.”

You flinched, shifting uncomfortably, and then—just to push back—you threw him a glance, daring him.

“You know,” you said, voice dropping in challenge, “I think you like knowing how much it gets to me.”

Felix froze, his gaze sharpening. The edge of something dangerous settled between you both.

“Is that so?”

You didn’t flinch this time. You met him, eye for eye. “You’re not the only one who can play this game.”

“Prove it,” he said, his voice lowering to the kind of hunger that made your breath hitch. “Let me hear it. Let me hear what really gets you worked up.”

And that—that was the final challenge.

You leaned in, close enough that your words came out soft, teasing, barely more than a whisper.

“You really want to know?” You paused just a beat. “I think it’s the way you think you have all the answers, but you’re about to lose.”

Felix laughed, dark and quiet, but there was something heavier in it now. His fingers, light and steady, brushed the edge of your knee. “Is that so? Somehow you still think you’ve got the upper hand. That's bold of you.”

You tried—you really tried—to stay focused, to force your eyes on the controller, the animations of the pause window, anything. But every second, Felix’s voice seeped into your skin, his words curling around your senses like smoke. It was intoxicating, heavy, and too much.

You could feel your pulse quicken, the rhythm of your breath growing shallow. His voice, so warm, so rich, pressed against your ear, vibrating through your bones. Each word he murmured was like a wave, pulling you deeper into his orbit.

"Felix," you whispered, barely able to contain the way your breath hitched in your throat. “Stop... teasing."

A grin tugged at his lips. He knew. God, he knew how much he was getting to you. The bastard knew exactly how his words made you tremble inside, the way his voice curled around you, making it impossible to think about anything else.

“I’m not teasing, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice a lazy drawl, thick with satisfaction. “I’m just making sure you’re paying attention.”

You couldn’t deny it. You weren’t focused on the game anymore—not even close. Every syllable that slipped from his lips was a distraction, a pull, a magnet that made your body feel like it was on fire. It was as if his words had their own gravity, pulling you under, drowning you in the sound of him.

“Focus,” he whispered again, his breath ghosting over your ear, making your skin prickle, your whole body flush. He was so close now, too close, and yet it wasn’t enough. You wanted more. You needed more.

You felt his fingers brush over your wrist, light and teasing, sending jolts of electricity shooting up your arm. He knew exactly how to touch you, knew exactly how to get you to react. His fingers were like fire against your skin—deliberate, slow, dragging out the tension.

“You’ve already lost,” Felix murmured, his voice thick with a kind of wicked amusement. The words sank into your chest, heavy and final, but there was something in his tone—something low and dangerous—that made your stomach flip. “You just don’t want to admit it.”

Your throat went dry as the heat in your body intensified. The screen was just a blur now. Your eyes could barely focus on it. Your whole world was Felix—his presence, his scent, his voice dripping with authority. His words, coated in that delicious, teasing edge, twisted in your mind and made your body react before you could even think about it.

And then—finally—you gave in.

“Okay,” you breathed out, voice barely a whisper, but it was enough. “I lost. You won.”

Felix’s breath shuddered out, a soft exhale of satisfaction. He didn’t move right away, didn’t rush to claim his rightful victory. No, he took his time—because he knew, and you knew, he didn’t need to rush. He had you exactly where he wanted you.

His fingers traced the line of your wrist, slow and deliberate, his touch sending shivers across your skin. You couldn’t tear your gaze away from him. The tension in the room was palpable, a heavy weight pressing down on you, and you could feel the heat between you building, curling in your gut.

Felix’s voice dropped even lower, a velvet murmur that practically slid under your skin. “I knew that was coming, I told you you wouldn't win, remember?” he said, his lips close enough that you could feel the breath against your ear. The words were a command, wrapped in satisfaction and something darker—something you weren’t sure you were ready for.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing over your ear in the most maddening way, his voice practically dripping into your ear. “But it’s not over yet, sweetheart. You’re still here. Still with me.”

You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think. You were lost in the sound of him, the way his voice felt like a touch, like a caress. You wanted him to stop, wanted him to give you space, but the truth was—you didn’t want him to stop. You didn’t want to fight it anymore. Every inch of you screamed for him to keep going, to make you lose again, because losing meant he’d take more, and you’d give him more.

He took his time, waiting. Watching you squirm. Watching the way your chest rose and fell, the flush on your face. He was savoring this—savoring the way he had you wrapped around his finger without even touching you.

Felix’s lips brushed your ear one last time. “Do you want me to stop?” he murmured, his voice laced with that same wicked teasing. “Or do you want me to make you lose all over again?”

Your body was trembling in desire, the answer so close to your lips that it nearly slipped out on its own, but you were still holding back. You still wanted to fight. But when his fingers brushed down your arm again, slow and deliberate, the touch igniting your skin, you knew.

This was no longer a game. This was something else.

And you were far too gone to turn back.

“Yes,” you breathed, unable to hold back any longer, the word slipping out in a breathless rush. “I want you to win.”

Felix let out a low, satisfied chuckle, the sound dripping with so much pleasure you could barely stand it.

“Good, then let’s see just how much you can handle," Felix chuckled darkly, and in that moment, everything changed. The teasing was gone. The games were over. He moved with purpose, his lips crashed against yours, the kiss hungry and desperate, as if he had been waiting for this moment. His hands gripped your hips, lifting you as he pulled you into his lap, not once breaking away from your lips.

His body was firm, hard, and you felt every inch of him pressed against you, his desire unmistakable. It was like electricity crackling between you, sparking the need, the hunger you’d been trying so desperately to control.

Your thighs bracketed his, your hands gripping his shoulders like a lifeline as you subconciously rocked your hips down against him. The thick, hard length of him pressed up between your legs, and even with both of you still clothed, it felt obscene—too good, too much. Every movement dragged your against your aching core, the rough texture of denim making you gasp, tremble.

Felix’s hands gripped your hips tight, fingers digging in like he needed to ground himself. “Fuck,” he groaned, his voice dark and wrecked, like gravel dragged across velvet. “Do you feel what you’re doing to me?”

You nodded, breathless, hips rolling down again just to hear that sound leave him. His head dropped back against the couch for a moment, jaw clenched, lips parted. You could see how hard he was beneath you, how much effort it took to let you keep control.

But you never really had it—not with the way he looked up at you now, eyes dark, mouth curling into something hungry. “Move for me, baby,” he said, voice dropping even lower, like a secret whispered straight to your spine. “Let me feel you.”

You obeyed without thinking, grinding down against him in slow, aching circles, chasing friction, chasing heat. His breath caught, hands tightening as he guided your rhythm—deliberate, delicious. Every roll of your hips dragged a new sound from him, low and broken, and it made you feel powerful—until he growled.

“Enough teasing,” he muttered, and before you could blink, he sat up, chest flush to yours, arms locking around your waist.

Now it was him rocking up into you, grinding hard enough to make your breath stutter, your back arch. You clung to him, whimpering at the new angle, the intensity.

“You’re gonna make me lose it,” he hissed against your throat, voice cracking with restraint. “Keep grinding like that, and I’ll come just like this. With you on top of me, clothes on, moaning my name.”

He buried his face in your neck, teeth grazing your skin, and you could barely hold on. There was no air, no room, nothing but the heat of him, the way his hips met yours again and again, perfectly, mercilessly.

You were soaked. Shaking. Seconds away from shattering.

He whispered in that wrecked, perfect voice—“I don’t know how much longer I can take this.”

You could feel your pulse racing, your body betraying you with each passing second. You wanted more—wanted him to take you, claim you, make you lose all over again. You needed him to show you just how far you could go with him.

“Then take me,” you breathed out, the words slipping from your lips without thought. You wanted him, wanted everything he was offering. “I’m already yours, Felix. Do what you want with me.”

His eyes darkened, a predatory gleam flashing in them as he heard your words. The smirk on his lips deepened, as if he had been waiting for you to finally admit it—to finally give him the green light to take control completely.

Without a word, Felix flipped you both, placing you beneath him with a precision that sent a rush of heat through your body. The world around you seemed to fade into nothingness, leaving only him—his touch, his voice, his body against yours.

He paused, hovering above you for just a moment, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. His eyes searched yours, a silent question in them—one you didn’t need to answer. You had already given him every word he needed in the moment. He was in control now, and you were more than willing to let him have it.

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice a velvet growl that made your skin prickle. His lips crashed down on yours again, this time with an intensity that stole your breath away, the kiss hard, demanding, as if he needed you just as badly as you needed him. After he had stripped you down to your panties, his hands roamed freely, touching you with a hunger that made you ache.

His lips trailed down your neck, nipping at the soft skin there, then trailing down to your chest, where he focused his mouth on your breast, rolling his tongue around your nipple, and his left hand attending to your other breast, kneading the supple skin.

His right hand moved lower, slipping under the waistband of your panties to trace his fingertips ever so lightly through your folds.

"Look at you, so eager. This wet for me, already?" He murmured against your skin, moving away to stare at your pussy, to which he dragged his tongue across his lip. If you weren't embarassed yet, you certainly were by now. "All I've really done is talk to you. You want this that badly? Where did all that biting confidence from this afternoon go, hm?"

You barely managed to muster a reply before his hands fled their posts to lift your hips, to allow for his teeth to catch the elastic of your panties and drag them down to your ankles and tossed to who knows where. He tossed them with his mouth. That image would be engraved in your brain forever.

Wordlessly, he dove straight in.

His tongue moved with a slow, devastating precision—savoring every inch of you as though you were a delicacy he had waited lifetimes to taste. Each stroke was skillful, hungry, and maddeningly thorough, his mouth worshipping you with an unrelenting hunger that bordered on reverence. His hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging into the softness as he spread you wide for him, holding you open as though he couldn't bear to lose a single moment of access.

When he moaned against you—low, rough, trembling with need—it reverberated straight through your core. The sound alone nearly broke you.

You shamelessly let out moans, huffs, and groans as needed, you were helpless beneath the weight of his mouth, and he only smiled proudly against you—tongue flicking over your clit with wicked precision, then sucking hard enough to make your vision go white. You cried out, hips jolting, thighs beginning to close around his head in a desperate, overwhelmed instinct.

You shattered with a sob, your release tearing through you fast and violent, your body trembling as the orgasm overtook you—but he did not stop.

He held you in place, relentless and devoted, licking you through it with obscene focus, tongue fucking you slowly, deeply, while your body broke apart beneath him. You were unraveling in his hands, and still—he kept going until your twitching had slowed to a stop.

When he finally pulled away, his chin was slick, his lips glistening. “You taste like a fucking dream.”

You moaned, your hands clutching at his hoodie before he leant up so he could strip it off, revealing smooth, pale skin stretched over lean muscle, his chest heaving with restraint. His eyes were molten, locked on yours as he tugged your thighs apart with strong hands, settling between them once again like he belonged there—because he did.

You barely had time to catch your breath before his fingers replaced his tongue—two of them sliding deep inside you, curling just right, hitting that perfect spot that made you cry out. He worked you open with smooth, steady strokes, watching you unravel under his touch, his thumb drawing slow, tight circles around your clit while his free hand pushed your shirt up to bare your chest.

"You’ve been so good for me," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "But I want to hear you say it again. I want you to beg me."

Your heart raced, your mind spinning with the control he had over you. You could feel the fire building inside you, your breath shallow and fast as you fought to keep yourself from completely losing it.

“Felix, please,” you gasped, eyes glassy with need. “I want your cock inside me. I need it.”

"That's it, who am I to deny such a pretty plea like that?"

He pulled back, his fingers slipping from you, wet and glistening as he reached down to undo his belt. His cock sprang free, flushed and thick, veins prominent along the shaft. You reached for him, but he caught your wrist, pinning it beside your head.

He lined himself up, nudging at your entrance, dragging the head through your slick folds until you were trembling with anticipation. Then, with one slow, merciless thrust, he filled you.

You gasped, nails digging into his back as your walls stretched to accommodate him, the pressure overwhelming in the best way. He paused only a moment, letting you adjust to the size of him, before drawing his hips back and slamming into you again.

“Relax, breathe,” he murmured, pulling back slightly, only to thrust deeper, his breath ragged against your skin. “I’ve got you.”

He groaned as he buried his face in your neck and set a punishing rhythm, each thrust deeper, harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust, the angle perfect, the drag of his cock inside you enough to make your vision blur. His hand snaked up to your throat, fingers curling there—not tight, just enough to remind you who was in control.

“You’re mine,” he growled into your ear, biting the lobe. “All of you. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped. “God, Felix, I’m—”

And when the words finally slipped from your lips, breathless and raw, Felix’s eyes darkened with triumph. “Good girl,” he muttered. “I knew you were mine.”

He shifted, hips grinding against yours as he fucked into you, stroking that sweet, devastating spot again and again until you were sobbing with the need to come. His thumb found your clit again, circling fast and merciless now, pushing you to the brink.

And then you were falling—your body clenching around him, stars exploding behind your eyes as your second orgasm ran through you like fire. Felix didn't stop, chasing his own high, thrusting into you through your climax until his rhythm broke and he spilled inside you with a shudder and a curse.

He collapsed onto you, both of you panting, slick with sweat and trembling from the aftershocks. The tension had finally broken, but you could feel it lingering, the heat between you not quite fading. Felix didn’t seem in a rush to pull away. His gaze lingered on you, and you could see the soft smile tugging at his lips, the same man who had been bold, teasing, and oh so confident moments ago, now softened by the shared intimacy.

“You lost, by the way,” Felix murmured with a playful smile, his fingers tracing over your lips. “And I’m going to make sure you remember that. You were so embarrassed under me.”

“I thought I was supposed to be the one flustering you,” you said softly, voice not quite steady, betraying the remnants of your earlier surrender.

He tilted his head, curls falling over his brow. “You do. Constantly.”

You let out a breathless laugh, shaking your head. “Yeah, but you like it now.”

“I liked it before,” he murmured. Then, quieter, as though it startled even him, “I liked you before.”

The air shifted.

You blinked up at him, smile faltering—not in discomfort, but in the way something deep in your chest tugged, slow and aching. “You… mean that?”

Felix looked at you like he had studied you for days, like you were an answer to something he never wanted to say aloud. “I'm not very good at pretending,” he confessed. “Not with you.”

There was no teasing in that. Just truthful, soft, and raw tenderness.

Your hands found his cheeks, thumbs brushing the warmth of his flushed skin. “You really have the worst timing,” you whispered, trying to smile. “Saying stupid sweet things when I'm still technically trying to beat you.”

Felix smiled back—crooked, lopsided, unfairly boyish. “Then lose. Again. On purpose this time.”

You leaned upward, just close enough to feel his breath catch against your lips. “And if I do?”

His eyes dropped to your mouth. “Then let me make it worth your while.”

You kissed him slowly, like the match had burned down, like the game had ended, and only the wanting remained.

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summary : the forgotten wayne child realizes why she's so forgotten.

Dark trees lined the horizon , their luscious leaves obscure the sight of the steady rising sun in the distance . You stand by yourself alone , eyes drooping ever so slightly as you your hands steadily move across the canvas before you.

You feel so lost - maybe because you are - lost and scared as your hands slightly trembled - the grip on your paint brush loosening. The paintbrush looks dull at first - just a sleek white wood, but the bristles were of the finest quality, of course - any gift from Damian Wayne would be .

You vividly recall the morning he had shoved a small rectangular box in your hands - face holds a small scowl . You recall opening it and was met with the paintbrush.

"Damian, you didn't have to," you murmur slightly as your hands glided across the smooth wood with utter care. Damian looks at you impassivly, " I made it , carved the wood and thined out the brush myself - I just happened to think of you that's all " he says before turning around and disappeared behind the halls.

You held your tongue - Damian was never expressive, but he tried - tried more than anyone else had in your life to care for you . That morning, you sat the box on your desk and swore to use it on a good painting.

It's been a couple of years since that swore, and now , you find yourself finally using it. You sat up straight in your wooden stool , one hand glides across the French canvas before you , it stands proudly upon the Korean easle- the wood was sourced from the finest wood the could offer.

Your left hand props up the Japanese paints in a wooden palette , around the rim sits the purest shade of white , a molten golden yellow, little dabs of sea blue , rosey pink and earthy browns .

Your hands seize as you stop , you gently rest the paint brush onto the rim of the easle as you look at your painting. It looks beautiful to the eye- how could it not?

The woman before her has beautiful golden hair - hear that shines so brightly it could rival the sun - her face , ethereally so smooth its as if God personally carved her out the finest poreclin.

Her stunning blue eyes state right back at her- captivating - so dazzling, in fact that a mere glance at it can overthrow any captain off course.

You stare back at her but can't help but find fault in it - in the faintest corner of her collar bone, you mark a single lone bristle that stuck on with the paint . Your jaw tightens, but it doesn't match the way you clutch onto the paintbrush in fury as your eyes peek the faint outline of the littlest pink escaping the outline of her beautiful dress.

Anger boils in you, and suddenly, the girl stating back at you suddenly looks imperfect - she looks uglier now that you've seen her flaws, and suddenly, this is deeper than just some stupid painting.

You glance at the canvas once more - it's your reflection stating right back and suddenly you feel your lungs constrict on itself - denying your body of any more oxygen.

Your reflection looks so hideous- why must there be so many acne scars ? Why must your nose look so distorted ? Why is it that one eye slightly looks bigger than the other? Why is it that you aren't perfect ?

You felt tears stream down your face - body still as it a war enrages within you . You fight the urge to reach out to your reflection and tear apart your body - to rearrange it , to mold it into something better , something perfect.

Why can't you be perfect ? Why must you look like this ? Is this a cruel mockery bestowed upon you ? Your mind traces back through all your memories - memories of watching Cassandra , Stephanie, and Barbra putting in makeup one night for some gala - your sister look so happy with one another as they carefully smack their lipsticks together - their reflection looked unreal- too beautiful for the eye to comprehend.

Bruce had invited them - not you but them and a few other of your brothers . You feel bile rising in your throat as the memory replays before you - why hadn't Father asked you ? Does he know how much you wish to go to a gala?

To live every girl's dream of dressing up and dancing under the prettiest lights with a handsome boy ? What a naive thought- a truly naive thought as your memory flashes to you running back into your own room .

Your sobs echo through the room as you desperately slap makeup onto yourself - a pathetic attempt to look beautiful. You memory zooms in on your past self finally looking into your old mirror - the reflection is utter repulsive - a literal pig stands before you , makeup smeared.

You choked as you blinked away , staring back at the canvas - again, the beautiful woman's portrait morphs into one of a pig with makeup smeared on . You let out a scream - shoving the portrait back, causing it to collide with the wet grass , mud trickles onto it , covering the portraits beautiful face.

You covered your face with your hands desperately as you began sobbing hard- is this what it's come to ? You being so ugly , so imperfect that it's the reason why no one in this God forsaken family loves you ?

Why you're so utterly replaceable because your surrounded by beautiful and talented people . Why Bruce always introduces Cassandra so proudly as his daughter because she's so utterly beautiful and graceful unlike you.

Why Dick and Tim snares at you whenever you're in the same vicinity . Why Alfred always shoots you a pitiful look whenever Jason and yourself quarrel - always saying "he's younger than you and had a hard life you have to foguve him" .

Us this why your mother unceremoniously dumped you 9n a cold winter night at the Wayne's manor , nothing to your name , just a simple rag that covered you?

You feel your body tremble manically - not even your own flesh wants you - just simply wants to reject your entire being . You feel yourself collapsed onto the muddy floor - maybe this is where you belong- a pig is always found in the mud - counting down the days till it meets the demise of a blade.

Maybe that's what's happening - your body is just waiting for you to die, so a better person can host it. You throw up bile upon yourself - you look even more pathetic- you look like a mess - an unwanted mess that everyone purposely walks pass because it's utterly too much .

You hiccuped again when you hear the mansions backdoor slide open.

"Name just what do you think you're doing ?"

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covenofagatha · 1 month ago

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Sex therapy

Your sexual life has been...lacking for the past year. Enter sex therapist Dr. Agatha Harkness to help you out.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: patient x therapist, mentions of sex and masturbation, guided orgasm, dirty talk

A/N: we just learned about sexual disorders in one of my classes and my professor kept talking about sex therapy lol so here we go (I hope this is good/hot I just genuinely couldn't stop thinking about it and had to write something) and maybe part 2?

The first thing you notice when you open the door to the waiting room is the smell.

It’s slightly earthy with a hint of honeysuckle and sweet undertones. Not unpleasant, but it does little to calm your nerves.

The lobby is small, cozy almost, with only four gray chairs tucked against one wall and a rectangular wooden coffee table in front of them with a short stack of magazines on it.

Across from the furniture is the front desk and you step in front of it, waiting for the blonde receptionist sitting behind it to look up at you. She’s typing something on the computer and in the reflection of her glasses, it looks like she’s filling out a form.

After standing there for a few moments, you clear your throat, trying to make it sound natural and not pointed. It works and the lady looks up at you with a smile that looks like more of a grimace.

“How can I help you?” she asks. You tell her your name and she scrolls down on her screen before clicking. “First time?”

“Oh, um, yes,” you answer, cheeks heating up.

She looks you up and down. “You can go ahead and have a seat, you’re all checked in. Dr. Harkness will be with you shortly.”

Muttering a quick “Thank you,” you pick the chair closest to the exit to settle into and anxiously tap your fingers against your leg.

You barely have time to rethink your decision when a door on the wall of the front desk opens and a woman steps out. Her hair is piled on top of her head in a messy bun with a few strands loose and framing her face. She’s wearing white pants and a blue and gray striped shirt with black ankle boots. Black glasses rest on her nose. She looks around futilely—for there’s no one else in the room—before her eyes fall on you.

She calls your name. You wipe your hands on your pants, swallow roughly, and stand up, nodding with a stiff smile. She beckons you forward and you obey, feeling a tug in your gut.

“I’m Dr. Harkness,” she says warmly, pushing the door even more open so you can walk by her. You pause so she can get in front of you and she takes you down to the second door on the left. “But you can call me Agatha. I want you to feel comfortable while we’re here.”

She opens it for you and you feel her hand on your lower back, guiding you in. It’s a small room, dark with about ten lit candles. There’s a warm scent of vanilla and jasmine and you deeply inhale.

Agatha steps in next to you and the door closes shut behind you both. She points to the blue couch across from a chair. “Why don’t you have a seat there?”

The cushion dips under you as you perch on the edge and Agatha sits down in the chair and crosses one leg over the other, grabbing the yellow notepad from the side table and a pen in her left hand. You’re not exactly sure where to look—at the posters on the wall? At your fingers? At her? Who talks first? Should you say something?

She clicks the pen. “So, do you want to start with what brought you here to sex therapy?

You cringe at the words. Sex therapy is definitely not something you’d ever even think of. You didn’t even know what it was until about three weeks ago. It’s a bit unnerving how she just wants to get right into it—although, what kind of small talk were you expecting?—but you suppose you’re paying for a session so you might as well get the most of it.

“Um, I just…I just haven’t been having good sex lately. Like, I haven’t been feeling much at all and it’s fine, but I just can’t really focus or get into it, you know?” You pick at imaginary lint on your pants to avoid having to meet Agatha’s scrutinizing gaze. “I got a little drunk a month or so ago and was complaining to a friend about it. She said I should look into this and you were the closest therapist to me.”

Your friend had laughed when you told her that you hadn’t had an orgasm in about a year but her eyebrows had then shot up when she realized you were serious. She had promptly pulled out her phone and searched sex therapists near me. You had reluctantly moved next to her to scroll through the results and she let out a low whistle when she got to Agatha’s practice. She’d shown you the headshot of the woman sitting in front of you and you had to pretend to be unimpressed.

But really, you felt more heat in your stomach than you had in awhile.

“When did this start happening? When did you start noticing that you weren’t really feeling much?”

It takes you a moment to ponder the question. Things had been relatively good with your ex-girlfriend two years ago. You had been together for almost two years before things just fizzled out. Both of you had decided the break up was for the best, even though the sex was normally pretty good.

After that, there had been a series of hook-ups and flings, mostly casual sex that never turned into anything more. It had been alright, nothing special. You came about half the time.

But then you’d gotten a promotion at work about a year ago and started seeing someone more seriously and sex turned into a chore. And when you did have sex, you stared blankly at the ceiling and couldn’t stop from thinking about all the work you had to do or making a grocery list in your head or desperately trying to will yourself to be into your girlfriend’s tongue on your clit but it just felt like nothing.

It wasn’t her fault, no, the problem was you. Even masturbating seemed hard and you’d end up stopping in the middle of a session just because you weren’t getting anywhere.

She had broken up with you about three months ago because you started rejecting her advances or just wanted to focus on her. You could make her come with no problem, but you shied away from her touch after, because even faking it was getting to be too much work.

You haven’t even tried having sex since then. Seeing a therapist for your problem was clearly a long time coming and you’re not sure why you didn’t think about it sooner.

“I don’t know, work has just become a lot and it’s hard to keep my mind from wandering while I’m having sex. I don’t know what changed—can stress really just kill your libido?”

Agatha hums and frowns. “Sometimes. It’s not usual for it to essentially turn off feeling though. How’s the foreplay been before having sex?”

Shrugging, you pick at the skin on your cuticles. It’s a bit weird being this open about it with someone you just met. “Um, it’s not bad. There is foreplay. And I mean, there isn’t a problem with lubrication or anything.” Your cheeks heat up and you dare to peek up at Agatha.

She’s staring at you with an intense look. It makes a strange feeling grow in your stomach, something akin to arousal if you had to put a name to it.

“Are you actually attracted to the people you’re having sex with?”

“What?—Of course,” you snap. She holds up her hands in defense and writes something on the notepad. But now that you think about it, and not that you’d ever tell her, you’re not sure that you have because you’ve never had the physical reaction you’re having to her with anyone else.

Which is just great, really. Leave it to you to be attracted to your sex therapist, the one person who is arguably off-limits.

Then you start to wonder if this happens often for her. Do her other patients blur the lines, start associating her with sex? You don’t actually know what you’re going to be doing in these sessions, but you could definitely see some lines being crossed in your head.

“Are there any needs you have that might not be fulfilled in your sex life? Any kinks, fetishes, things you like that you aren’t engaging in that could bring you pleasure?” she asks, looking at you expectantly.

How can she be so calm when it feels like you’re about to explode? “Not that I know of,” you answer hoarsely.

“Hm. No choking or bondage or pain?”

You choke on your own saliva. “I mean, I’m sure I like it as much as the next person, but it’s not necessary.”

A wry smile plays on her lips at your attempt at deflective humor. “Daddy kink? Mommy kink? Degradation? Praise?”

“I…I don’t know,” you rasp. For the first time in almost a year, you think you might actually want to touch yourself.

Agatha thinks for a moment. “Well, first of all, you might want to experiment a little and see if there’s something you might like that will enhance your pleasure. A lot of patients find that impact play and things like that actually help clear your mind so you’re able to focus on just the sensation.”

You nod, not sure what to say. How do I experiment? Can you help me?

“But another thing you can try is sexual mediation. It centers around the practice of mindfulness and it’s a focus on sensuality and the current state of your body. Do you have a partner who can help you with this?”

Shaking your head, you think you might see a gleam in her eyes.

“That’s okay. You first want to find a quiet place with no distractions. Your bedroom would be a great place. Dim the lights, maybe light a candle, whatever helps set the mood. Sit on the floor and get comfortable; you can either lie down or sit up—”

“Do I wear clothes?” you interrupt, feeling bad immediately.

She just smiles gently. “You can wear something loose or nothing at all, whatever your preference is. You can play music if that will help you tune other things out."

There’s a visible difference in her demeanor now, almost like she’s coming alive. Her hands gesture animatedly and her pupils are blown out and looking wildly all over your body.

“Close your eyes and try to remain aware of your surroundings. Pay attention to your body, your breath, and any sounds. As you inhale, pull the air into your abdomen and imagine the stress leaving your body as you exhale. If stray thoughts get in, just accept them and move on. Visualize your body—visualize your desire. I like to tell my patients to think of it as an orb inside you. It starts out small, in your vagina, and then it grows bigger and spreads throughout you. Feel it spread.”

Your chest is rapidly falling and rising, a sheen of sweat beading on your forehead. There’s an ache inside you right now—your orb of desire is red-hot and throbbing.

“Try to be aware of your own body and what you’re feeling. The goal is heightened awareness, which can lead to increased arousal. If you have a partner, once you’re done visualizing yourself, shift that focus to your partner and think about how they’re feeling. If not, you can think about someone you find attractive or just skip this step entirely.”

It feels like she put that part in there just to taunt you. Like she knows you find her attractive. You can’t think about her though, that would be so wrong. How would you come in here again and look her in the eye, knowing you had fantasized about her?

“Sexual meditation should take about twenty minutes and then you move on to intercourse or masturbation. The hope is that clearing your mind beforehand will allow your body to feel more. There’s things you can do with a partner, but for now, why don’t you start with trying that?”

Your mouth is suddenly very dry. “Yeah, okay. That sounds good. Oh—what if it doesn’t work?”

Agatha smirks, eyes traveling down your body and back up to your face. “Then come back and see me.”

——

You’re almost hoping that this doesn’t work, just so you’d have the excuse to go back and see her.

But then it would mean that you could enjoy sex again, so that would definitely be the bigger win here.

The lights in your room are turned off with four lit candles, all smelling like something different, resting on your dresser. You decide to strip down to just your bra and your underwear and sit criss-cross on a pillow on the floor. The silence is too loud so you grab your phone and turn on ocean noises. You’ve always felt more relaxed at the beach.

Settling onto the pillow and shifting to get comfortable, you close your eyes and try to remember all of Agatha’s instructions. You inhale deeply, feeling your lungs expand, and then push out the air and imagine your stress seeping out of your bones.

At work, you had to fix what could have been a very bad mistake if someone hadn’t caught it in the nick of time. But there could still be consequences if your boss found out and—If stray thoughts get in, just accept them and move on.

Another deep breath.

Smell the mix of citrus and vanilla cinnamon and lavender and pumpkin.

The air conditioning has goosebumps peppering with goosebumps but it keeps your mind sharp.

The orb of desire.

You picture it, red and glowing, small as a seed at first. It’s settled deep in your cunt. The image of Agatha smiling at you flashes against your eyelids and the orb grows to the size of a grape.

No, not her!

Agatha’s hands flutter around the air while she tells you exactly what to do to make yourself feel good.

Stop! She’s your therapist!

The alarm from your mind shatters the focus you had and the orb is completely gone. You grunt as you struggle and try to bring it back. Agatha won’t know if you’re thinking about her—in fact, if the thoughts get you to an orgasm, she’d probably be happy for you.

But it’s too late. The moment is gone, the now-odorous blend of scents makes your head hurt, and you’re feeling vaguely confused by what is right and wrong.

You might want to see an actual therapist about your self-sabotaging tendencies.

——

“The meditation didn’t work?” Agatha asks a week later after taking a long sip from her coffee mug when you go back to see her. She’s wearing a black sweater and gray pants, hair loose, and it’s making your stomach feel fuzzy. You’re not actually sure why you came back but now you still can’t come and you’re sexually frustrated.

Is that an improvement? Some might say it is. At least you’re feeling something. You had given in a day after your failed attempt at meditating and touched yourself, letting yourself think about Agatha, but each time you got close to an orgasm, you just couldn’t.

“It helped a little,” you tell her truthfully. “I got in tune with my body and desire like you said. It actually felt good when I moved onto masturbation. But…”

You trail off so she can hopefully fill in the gaps without you having to say more. She nods knowingly. “I see. It is a lot harder to sexually meditate on your own—it doesn’t always work.”

The air gets sucked out of your lungs and your heart skips a beat. What is she suggesting?

Agatha gestures to the ground. “We can try it, if you’d like.”

A sound tears itself out from your throat, somewhere between a strangled gasp and a choke.

She smirks. “Of course, without the sex.”

You nod like it should’ve been obvious, feeling your face flush. “How does it work?”

“Well first, let’s get comfortable,” she says, putting her notepad down on the side table and standing up. She kicks off her sandals, hikes up her pants just a little, and sits down on the floor, crossing one leg over the other.

She nods to the spot across from her and you scramble to assume the same position. Now that you’re closer to her, maybe three feet between you, you can see the lines and creases on her face. You think they only make her more attractive. Her blue eyes look more gray today and you try not to look down at her lips.

“Close your eyes,” she says and you do, enveloping your vision in darkness. You can feel your muscles tense but you roll back your shoulders and take a deep breath. The stiffness lessens. “Good job, there you go.”

Her murmuring makes you shiver and there’s a slight melodic chuckle.

“Work on breathing and getting in touch with your surroundings and then go through your five senses and tell me what you’re aware of.”

In…out…in…out…you lose yourself and almost forget what she asked you to do until she moves slightly and reminds you that you’re not alone.

“I see my orb of desire,” you whisper. She hums softly. “It’s in my lower stomach, red, but small. I hear you, your breathing, and the rattle of the air conditioning. I can smell the candles, vanilla and jasmine. It’s good, calming. I can taste the spearmint from the gum I had in the car on my way here. And I can feel my body.”

“Good,” Agatha says. “Focus on the orb. Feel it growing with your desire. Think about sex—think about lips on yours, moving down to kiss your chest, your breasts, hands on your hips holding you in place.”

Your breath comes out gravelly and you imagine Agatha doing all that to you. Her lips on yours, her hands on your hips. You squirm despite yourself and swear that she’s smirking. The orb burns brighter, pulsing in time with your clit.

When was the last time you were this wet?

Agatha’s voice drops deeper. “Feel your partner running their fingers through your folds, teasing you, giving you pleasure.”

A small moan escapes your lips and you’re momentarily distracted by praying that she didn’t hear it.

“Feel the tension in your core increasing. Feel yourself becoming wetter. Feel your desire expanding and encompassing your body, your mind, all of you.”

There’s a slight rustling noise and you sense her presence even closer to you now. You think you might be sucking air through a straw with how hard it’s become to breathe.

Smooth skin touches your hands and you almost jump. Agatha slides her palms over yours and the sparks run straight to your cunt. Your head is spinning but simultaneously is the clearest it’s ever been.

She takes over your senses—you can hear only her words and the way her tone becomes lighter and breathier, you can see only her in your mind, you can smell the coffee she was drinking, and she’s touching you—completely and utterly overwhelming you until there’s only her.

You just wish you could find out how she tastes.

“Focus on me now,” Agatha says, strangely affected. “Think about my body and my feelings. Think about my orb, my desire, and how it might be growing.”

There’s an ache inside you that won’t go away, an ache that’s filling you up and leaving you hungry for something you can’t have. Your cunt is clenching, trying to draw something in that isn’t there, and when you shift forward just the slightest, there’s a pressure on your sensitive clit that makes you gasp.

“I want you to think about your partner finally giving you what you want,” she purrs and you can hear the smirk in her voice. “Think about that moment when your partner slips their fingers into you, that moment of relief when you get what you’ve been waiting for.”

It’s like you can feel it through just the touch of her hands on yours. You can imagine Agatha’s fingers gently thrusting into you for the first time, curling and immediately knowing what to do.

There’s a thrumming under your skin that’s only getting worse, a tightening in your stomach. You haven’t felt this way in so long you almost don’t recognize it.

You peer through your eyelids just in time to catch her pink tongue darting out and licking her lips and a pang of heat blasts through you.

Now you can’t stop imagining her tongue on you, delving into your folds, circling your clit.

Can she see how much of a mess you are right now? Does she like it? The thought makes your breath stutter.

“Picture your pleasure as a flowing river,” she says thickly, hotly. “Up until now, it’s been hitting a dam. It’s being blocked. But we’re going to break it.”

Agatha’s fingers start moving against your palm, dragging them up so they’re curled before sliding them back down. It’s soothing, grounding, but also indicative of what she would be doing if she was inside your cunt right now.

Is that why she’s doing it?

She presses harder and you can almost feel the stroking movements in your pussy, like she’s fucking you and filling you and proving that there’s nothing wrong with you. Her knees brush against yours and you shiver again. You’ve never felt more alive.

“Let yourself become one with pleasure. Let it overtake you, let it overwhelm you. Feel your partner’s lips on your skin, sucking on your nipples, feel your walls clench around their fingers, feel their thumb on your clit. It’s so good it makes your eyes water and you’re dripping and you’re about to come—let yourself come.”

For the first time in a year, the dam breaks. The tension snaps. It’s more intense than you remember an orgasm ever being and your mind goes white briefly.

“Agatha,” you moan softly, jerking your hips forward to prolong your pleasure with some pressure on your clit, and then you realize what you just said.

Your eyes shoot open, a hazy cloud still hanging over you, to find the color in her eyes almost completely swallowed by a hot darkness. Her cheeks are flushed slightly—you’d probably miss it if you weren’t sitting so close—and her tongue runs out across her lips again.

“I’m so sorry,” you exclaim, clamping a hand over your mouth.

She smirks and waves a hand, brushing it off. “I’m flattered, honey. What’s really important is that you had an orgasm. How do you feel?”

The dopamine is still giving you a high that you don’t want to ever come down from. “Really good,” you answer honestly and she laughs.

“Well, I’m very proud of the progress you’ve made in only two sessions.” She stands up and you follow. Agatha starts walking to the door and it sobers you up a little for her to be throwing you out so quickly after that. She sees your crestfallen look and winks. “It’s my lunch break. And I need to take care of a few things.”

The suggestive tone is not lost on you and you feel another burst of heat. Would it be stupid of you to ask if you could stay?

Yes, you decide.

But you do ask, “So, is this it, then? I’m cured; I don’t have to come back?”

Agatha shrugs with a twinkle in her eye. “Totally up to you. Although, I’d recommend at least a few more sessions. Just to make sure you don’t have any more problems. Just because you can orgasm by yourself again doesn’t mean it’ll just come naturally with other people.”

“Are you going to help me with that, too?” you say before you lose the nerve.

She just winks at you and your clit aches all the way to the receptionist’s desk.

You book another session.

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dirtylilspawn · 2 months ago

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ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇ

Summary: Playing with different varieties of chocolates with the LADS boys.

Fandom: Love & Deepspace

Pairings: [Zayne x Fem!Reader, Xavier x Fem!Reader, Rafayel x Fem!Reader, Sylus x Fem!Reader, Caleb x Fem!Reader]

Warnings: 18+ content, NSFW, smut, fem!reader, food play, blowjob, cunnilingus, fingering, p in v, nipple play, lots of licking, heavy making out, choking, spanking, public spaces, grinding, begging, alcohol, some use of evol, edging, orgasm denial, praise, degrading, cream pie

A/N: Wanted this posted on Valentines Day, but whatever, enjoy some food! <3

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ZAYNE - Ice cream Play

It all started with a spoon and a pint of chocolate ice cream.

He should've have known you were up to no good, giving him his Valentine's Day gift. That mischievous yet beautiful smile grazing your lips in a subtle manner. He should have known better.

It was another year of Valentine's Day, another year spending it together as boyfriend and girlfriend. Last year Zayne had treated you like a princess, with a nice romantic dinner, gifting you your favorite flowers. All before strolling through the night town, heading over to his place for a blissful midnight. But it seems this year doctor Zayne was a bit busy this day, as so were you with your hunter duties. It disappointed you a bit knowing you wouldn't spend the full day with him, and Zayne knew this. Knowing he'd probably be working a late shift and not spend the night with you. So, the both of you figured out your schedules wondering what time the two of you would be the freest.

"I managed to get us two hours, come around at my office at six-thirty." He says as you agreed to this offer, already having enough free time during the late afternoon.

So, with the information in hand you came to his office with good takeout food for dinner, and your sweet treat. Knowing that you had two hours with him, you decided to take advantage of it, having as much fun with him as you can.

It all started out tame.

You are knocking and walking up to Zayne's desk earlier than expected. Bag full of delicious food from a favorite restaurant you both liked. Zayne being the one step ahead man he is, giving you your favorite bouquet of flowers. The two of you decided to dine in the hospital cafeteria, eating your food and conversing with your lover. Paying attention to the small subtle ways he shows his affection in public, making your heart swoon. While you complained about your time being limited; it made him roll his eyes at your childish behavior. But he felt the same way deep down, promising you that

So, he questions how in the world did he found himself in this situation.

"Haah...aah."

"Mm...taste so sweet~"

You'd appeared to be sitting on his lap. Zayne's white dress shirt and tie were gone, draped across his desk, the only thing he had on was half of his black pants. As well as his rectangular glasses, that cutely tipped sideways on his face a bit. The man's eyes clench as well as his hands the gripped against your bare thighs. His face had a red hue gracing his pale features, as you were enjoying yourself. Enjoying yourself, by slowly tracing the cool edge of the spoon against his pectoral chest and nipples. A scoop of chocolate ice cream on the silverware as trails of cold melted ice cream decorated his skin.

All the while your pants were gone on the desk as well, as his pants were slightly pulled down his to his thighs with his briefs. Zayne's cock was throbbing hard inside your warm cunt. Feeling the tight walls clamp down on him, squeezing him. You could feel him twitching heavily inside, as you cock warmed him. It's been a good few minutes since you sat on his shaft, without a trace of moving on him. And the more he waited, the more he got needier, desperate. Watching as you played with him using that damn ice cream of yours.

With each trail of the melted dessert left behind, your lips were always near, licking up the delectable treat slowly. Teasing Zayne, as you watch his composure slips into a downward spiral. His stoic features melting just as the ice cream, soft and embarrassed yet aroused as he opens his eyes looking down. His green eyes staring into your [E/C] eyes, half lidded and needy.

"It's always a game with you, isn't it?"

Couldn't help but chuckle at that question, nipping a bit of his chest, giving him a hickie right next to his nipple. He gasps as his gaze narrowed; you could see his glasses fogging a bit making you chuckle even more.

"-Ngh- must you always find new ways of teasing me?"

You smiled sweetly up at him giving him kisses up to his collarbone, neck, until you kissed his plush lips briefly. "Yes, because I know you love it when I get you worked up like this."

A small huff was made by Zayne.

"You...are very irritating love..."

A small breathless laugh at your words, "What? I thought my doctor could handle it." You chimed.

Zayne grunts when he feels your hips move around. His hands still placed on your thighs, squeezing the flesh. He watches how you move to get scoop another scoop of ice cream that sat on his desk. Turning towards him once again smiling at him seductively. Your left hand made its way you his cheek, fingertips tracing his jawline down to his chin. His heart picks up in his chest watching as you cup cheek with your hands. Your thumb running circles against his cheekbones before going down to the bottom of his lip.

You softly run your thumb along his bottom lip. An inhale drawls in as he closes his eyes, leaning more into your touch. His ears were tinted red making you swoon at how adorable and vulnerable your boyfriend was. Showing you this site of him that no one would get to see but you. It was so sensual, and all you wanted to do was ravish this man whole. So did Zayne as he thinks in his mind. Hands pulling you closer into his body then you already are. Massaging your ass, as the fat spills between his fingers, wanting more.

The hand that held the spoon was suddenly brought up close to Zayne's lips, playfully grazing the cool chocolate cream on his lips as if it was lipstick. He hums before opening his mouth slightly, taking in the sweet bitter treat. His tongue peaks out to kick his lips clean, that was until you met his lips, diving deep into a kiss he wasn't prepared. But he wasn't complaining as Zayne kisses you back, both of you tasting each other, tongues rubbing against one another.

Your inner self chuckles inside you mind. The lingering though on how you got your boyfriend to have sex with you in such a public space. Though it was still in his closed office, there could still be people walking by, listening to the tantalizing moans a sweet whisper.

You knew your boyfriend was not much of a pda person. A very stoic calm man, who rarely shows his affections outwardly towards anyone. Only doing so if it was needed. But with you, it seemed like all those icy walls have melted away when it came to you. It made you feel very special, special indeed to get the famous Dr. Zayne to become a shivering mess underneath you. To have him grasping at your body with so much desperation and longing.

He wouldn't never admit it, but he to loves how you get him to act all defiant. Take him out of his timely schedule and spontaneously do something. And he was not the spontaneous type of man. He'd be lying to say the thrill of someone knocking at that door, the potential of getting caught, sent his heart racing.

Eyes closed as you wrap and arms around his neck pulling his head closer, kissing him with so much easier passion. Feeling your own neediness get the better of you as you walls trembled with desire. Wanting to move along his dick, plunging yourself over and over again just so the impending wave of your orgasm can come crashing down. Your hand that held the spoon dropped with the sharp thud on the floor, but both of you were to occupied with each other. You fingers threaded through his raven locks, gripping and pulling his head back a bit causing the man to grunt.

"It appears I'm not the only one clinging for release." Zayne whispers in between kisses, soft yet desperate at the same time. Not hiding his needs from you. You can feel the way his cool breath hits your neck, as he pressed light kisses. Sending chills and goosebumps along your skin. His hands wandered your body all the way up to you back before going down your thighs. As if he was slowly coaxing you to just give in and stop with the damn teasing. Because the feeling was mutual, and he was just a desperate to rail into your cunt as you were for him to take you as his.

"[Y/N] please, I need you, I need more of you..."

You let out a whimper, you head leaning into his neck as your arms were draped over his shoulders. You couldn't take much more of this, so your hips start to move swirling his harden dick inside your insides. Zayne groans from this as you continued with this motion. You circled your hips grinding hard on him; you would've raised your hips and bounced on his cock, but you didn't trust yourself in doing so. As your legs were so weak and numb due to the intense cock warming session.

Reading your inner dilemma, Zayne's hands reached to grip your ass tightly. Taking charge as he raises your hips, using his own strength, before slamming you back down upon him. He repeats this action until he's got the rhythm down, fiercely pounding you with much speed. Punching the sensitive cervix of yours with his tip. It was so deep inside your walls that he was so close to breaching into your cervical and start womb fucking you.

It sent you you overboard.

"Fuck, Z-Zayne...so much!"

Nails digged into his shoulder blades, as heavy pants leaved your mouth. You try not to moan so much, not wanting anyone outside the office to hear your pleasure. But it was getting more and more harder to contain them with each thrust up Zayne immitted. It was as if he wanted to make you scream throughout his office, as if this was on purpose.

"You -hah- are, very troublesome." He grunts into your ear, desperately trying to get your hunters top off you. Unbuttoning your white dress shirt, making it sag off your own shoulders. His lips find your collarbone, grazing down to your breast cleavage.

"Getting me so worked up, knowing I'd have to go back to work soon. Knowing that I would be thinking of you all through the night."

Your head leans back, as you bite your lip holding in a whine.

"You always drive me crazy."

"Nngh...I-I'm sorry." You playfully apologize only for him to give you a little nip to your neck with a sharp thrust into your core.

"No, you're not. Take responsibility."

Zayne growls dangerously before thrusting up more into your pussy. You could hear the dirty squelching of your wetness, as it dripped down your thighs, coating his dick. The loud slaps of his thighs hitting your ass. You could also hear the groans leaving your boyfriend as he holds you tightly into his arms. Feeling the rise of your orgasm come to play, your abdomen squeezing as well as your walls around his cock.

"Fuck...I'm not going to last long..." He hisses, as his right hand comes down to your crotch. His thumb targeting your sensitive clit, pressing onto the nub and rubbing it harshly. It made your cry out; you weren't gonna last long either.

"I-I'm gonna cum...c-cuming..!"

"Cum for me love, I want you to cum with me."

It takes about three more thrusts before you came around his dick, your moans were instantly covered by his mouth. As he kisses you passionately, swallowing your breaths and moans. You were glad he did, fearing your orgasm would make you scream throughout the hospital. Making anyone around his office hear your debauched sounds.

It wasn't long before Zayne had come as well; letting your cunt milk his cock dry, taking in his seed.

It was so hot, and his tip kept squirting out load after load inside you. It felt never ending as you road through with your intense orgasm, your body shaking with post orgasmic bliss. The both of you break away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you lips before breaking away, as you lean into each other's embrace. There was silence as the only thing heard was your rapid breaths trying to calm each other down. Your head was laying on his shoulder, breath hitting his neck. Zayne's arms were wrapped around your waist, one hand rubbing your back in comfort as he enjoys your warmth. His shaft softening inside you.

"Am I forgiven?"

Zayne turns his head to see your goofy smile that stretched your lips. His heart can't help but clench at how beautiful you are, letting a soft smile curl his mouth.

"For now, but let's save that for tomorrow so you can get a taste of your own medicine."

Your own heart skipped a beat heart his low tone of voice. Knowing exactly what he meant by his words.

RAFAYEL - Body Chocolates

Guess you should by more chocolate ice cream.

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"Well, this is definitely a site to behold and marvel."

You could only roll your eyes at Rafayel, humming a low groan as you had held a heart-shaped piece of chocolate between your teeth and lips.

You couldn't even move your body. Your body was adoring red silk ribbons that your boyfriend gladly tied against your beautiful naked [S/C] skin. Your wrists were up above your head with a nice bow; these ribbons were stretched down circling your neck, tracing to your breasts and stomach. All the way down as they wrapped around both your legs. Not only that, but Rafayel had also placed small heart-shaped chocolates scattered along your body, making you look like some inappropriate human sized valentine's gift.

One was in your mouth of course as a gag, two carefully placed on your nipples. Using his evol, Rafayel made the two chocolates melt over your areola. There was also one on your lower pelvis, close to your already aroused pussy. He had you laying there on the cold floor of his heart studio, the large window still showing the light of the warm sun.

"I outdid myself...you look absolutely beautiful darling. A perfect Valentine's Day gift just for me~" Rafayel smirks down, he was still wearing his inside comfort clothes, loose white shirt that was tucked into his black pants.

You would of retort back to him but all that came out was a low grunt. Which made him chuckle in amusement. Seeing the annoyed look on your face. He kneels down close to your head, using his hand to squish your cheeks playfully. "What's with that look, isn't my gift happy presenting herself to me on this wonderful holiday?" His tone was mocking.

You give him a series a hums, causing him to smirk even more. Knowing that your muffled hums were just witty retorts to his sarcastic mockery.

Placing two hands besides your head, he leans down close to your own lips that help the chocolate heart. It was starting to melt against your mouth, but it was soon solved by Rafayel. He opens his mouth ajar, taking in the sweet and your lips, kissing you gently. You moan feeling his tongue already intrude your mouth, as the both of you swirled you tongues around the chocolate and each other. It was hot, sticky, and very much sloppy, you could feel the drool roll down the side of your cheek slowly. All while the chocolate got smaller and smaller, until Rafayel pulled away with the rest of the candy eating it with much joy. There was a bit of saliva sticking to his chin, but he quickly licked it off using his tongue. You yourself swallowed the contents of melted chocolate yourself, all breathless as you stared up at him. Still annoyed and turned on at the same time.

"I can't believe I agreed to this..." You mumbled turning your gaze away from his.

Rafayel only pouts from your response, "You said you'd do anything for me?"

"Yeah, anything as in a normal gift you give to your partner."

"Shut up, this is normal!"

"Yeah, whatever you say...pervert~."

You watch as he grumbles under his breath, it made you chuckle with the roll of your eye. It was always a cute yet funny moment seeing him act like a childish brat whenever you teased him. Banter like this was pretty much normal between the two of you.

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted once Rafayel nip your left breast causing you to gasp from the sudden pleasure. The melted chocolate heart that was placed on top of your nipple jumped a bit, a skinny strand of chocolate slowly curving down your plush mound. It made Rafayel eyes trail over, looking at the delicious treat with hunger in his eyes.

"You say that, but you're the one who agreed it...pervert~"

Heat rises on your cheeks, hearing he low seductive tone of voice that made your stomach flip. It made you look away for a moment, this only made the male chuckle. His head leans closer towards your ear; your breath hitched as you felt the heat of his breath hit the edge of your ear, lips grazing softly.

"Stay still for me, okay princess?"

It wasn't a question, and just more of a demand.

But obediently you nod, seeing his lips curl into a smile as he slowly lowers himself closer to your breasts. Sticking his tongue out, he takes a long slow lick across your areola. Gathering up all the sweet bitter mess into his mouth, while flicking your sensitive bud. Your eyes closed as your teeth bit the bottom of your lip. Holding in a moan that came out as a low groan through your throat. Rafayel could notice this already, you are holding your moans in a bit of defiance, he already took it in a challenge.

His head moves over to your right breast the wave covered in chocolate, using the same tactic. Licking up the chocolate along with your nipple teasingly. All before his mouth enclosed around your bud, suckling strongly with a pull. His left hand gripped onto your other mound, squeezing your tit.

Your hands tied above your head grasp at nothing but air, chest heaving as you were now biting the inside of your mouth. Any more biting and you feared you would draw blood. Your hips were tempted to wiggle, feeling the stinging arousal swirl below your privates. The cool air touching your pussy, making it more agonizing. The chocolate heart the way placed upon your pelvis sending some sort of warmth just from it touching your skin. It caused you to slowly wiggle your ass against the cool floor, which made Rafayel quickly bite your nipple playfully.

You moaned of course, completely taken off guard from the bite. He looked at you with only a mocking smile, letting your nipple go from his teeth.

"Told you to stay still cutie."

"Hah...it's hard to when you keep teasing me damn it..."

"Aww poor thing~"

Rafayel coos, his tone still mocking, as your eyes narrowed at him. His warm hand glides up and down your stomach, fingertips tickling your sides, causing you to shake. Not knowing whether to moan or laugh at the sensation you were feeling. And your boyfriend could see your troubled dilemma etched on your face. It was all too adorable to him; his own self-restraint falling as he wanted to eat you up. But he wasn't yet done with teasing you yet, no he was far from done.

He looks down in between your thighs to see your dripping cunt. Your sweet essence glistening with the glowing light of the sun. Added with the dripping chocolate candy slowly trailing down your lower pelvis. The chocolate trail so close to touching your needy clit. "I guess it's time to dig into my gift."

He says this, all while his body gets between your ribbon covered thighs. Rafayel lays onto his stomach, his strong hands and forearms holding your thighs apart, showing all of your delicious glory. He could see how you hole was clenching over nothing; it made his own throb underneath his pants.

His only to kiss up your inner thigh, dangerously close to your cunt making you whine pathetically.

"Please, Raf...please~" You moaned out to him

"Don't worry princess, I got you."

Rafayel whispers out as he then gives your cunt a slow lick up. Your back suddenly arches as your thighs quiver, but Rafayel keeps your grounded with his arms. He continues to lick your pussy, watching as the trail of chocolate that was on your pelvis stains your clitoris. Taking this opportunity, he eats up all the chocolate, licking it all over your pelvis before going down to your clit. His lips wrapping itself around it, sucking harshly on the sensitive genital.

Your limbs stretch, as your head leans back with pleasure. The bondage was so frustrating, as all you wanted to do was run your fingers through Rafayel's violet hair. Encase his head with your thighs, but it was impossible to do so.

The male painters face was now completely buried in your cunt. His senses all filled with you and only you as he ate you out. Eyes closed with desperate groans leaving his throat, thrusting his tongue into your aching hole. His nose pressed against your clit, intentionally shaking his head to stimulate you even more. Anyone who would see him now would think that he was a starved man.

He could feel his cock press uncomfortably in his pants, crushed against the marble floor where he grinds himself repeatedly. Thrusting into the floor with so much hungry arousal. He could cum just from this alone.

"-Mmm- fuck baby you taste so good."

"Ngh fuck...I-I'm gonna!"

"Is my baby going to cum already, that's okay, cum for me...shit make a mess for me."

His words enticed you more and more, his words vibrating around your cunt, as his skillful tongue curls inside you. Tears prick your eyes, as your hands were making fists, holding onto each other tightly.

Rafayel could feel you were getting close just by your moans. Your body shaking for relief as he assaulted your leaking pussy. To pull you even closer, he removed his right hand from your holding your thigh. Gathering your slick as lube, using two fingers he plunges into your gummy walls making you cry out loud from the sudden intrusion.

In an instant his index and middle finger viciously thrusts your hole. Curling, pressing, and prodding against your walls stirring your insides. All while his mouth was around your clit.

"Aah Raf! N-No I...I can't!" You babble out, eyes rolling back.

"Give it to me baby, I want it so much. No I need it!"

It didn't take long before Rafayel watches you unravel before him. Your back arching deliciously, as he could feel your walls clenching tightly along his fingers. Your moans high pitched, as they echoed in his studio.

Your orgasm came crashing down like a wave, your pussy squirting more of your sweet cum. Rafayel didn't hesitate to drink it all up, moaning heavily as his grinds his crotch on the floor. His own orgasm coming through as well. His load shooting into his briefs, making a sticky mess inside. He continues to thrust hid two fingers inside, prolonging your orgasm until you become sensitive, causing you to whine.

He stops, taking out his fingers to give them a good lick. His hair was messy, as his chin held some essence of your fluid. Rafayel gets back on his knees, his eyes scanning over your body. Your chest rising up and down trying to catch your breath. Eyes glazed and lidded, with the quick jump spasms that happen every five seconds.

You looked absolutely divine.

He would take a mental picture and paint you just like this. A big canvas where he could stare at it all day. It would never meet the public's eyes, because it would be for his eyes only.

Once you calmed down, Rafayel goes back to your lips and kisses you deeply. You could taste yourself and the hint of chocolate on his lips and tongue. Once he pulled away the mischievous glint in his eyes came right back, making your heart skip once more.

"I'm guessing, you're not gonna untie me?"

"Nope, we are far from over cutie."

XAVIER - Syrupy Kiss

Yeah, it was going to be a long day.

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"You trust me?"

Was the first thing that came out of your mouth as you straddled Xavier on the couch. Holding up a jet-black blindfold in front of his eyes. Xavier looked up at you with soft blue eyes, his thumbs circling along your hips. You already knew what he was going to say, but you wanted to just make sure and ask if it was alright.

"Every single day angel."

He smiles gently, as you do as well, your body filling up with confidence due to his words. You give him a brief kiss before placing the blindfold right over his eyes. Helping him to adjust to his face. You lean back admiring his submissive compliance, his back against the couch cushions, his naked body on display for you alone. As you were only in a white lacey bra and panties.

This Valentine's Day, you had asked your ash-blonde boyfriend a very suggestive question that's been burning the back of your mind recently.

You wanted to take charge in the bedroom.

Most of your sexual relationship was Xavier was usually him taking the leadership role, every time you gotten intimate. But for a few months, you've been wanting to switch the roles a bit. Wanting to experiment and experience for a moment what it would be like to be the dominate role. So, with some inner coaching to yourself, and one embarrassing talk later, Xavier said yes to your big request. Honestly it didn't really take much for him to accept it, as he was willing to try anything with you. He was happy as long as he was close to you. And, he had to admit it to himself, the image of you taking charge of his body sent a whole wave a new pleasure he couldn't wait to dig deeper into.

And so here you are, straddling the male with a sweet smile. Seeing him so pliant and ready for your instructions.

Your lips meet his again kissing him innocently at first. Xavier of course leans into this, kissing you back with much eagerness. Your left hand slowly caresses up his chest, brushing over his nipple that sent a shudder within Xavier. A small whine hitting your lips making you smirk from the reaction.

Your other right hand makes its way down to the floor, to grab a medium size brown bottle of chocolate syrup. It was Valentine's Day; you figured you might as well give your boyfriend a sweet treat while you're dominating him. With that said you pull away from the kiss, your hand now caressing his cheek, thumb running along his bottom lip.

"Stick your tongue out for me baby~"

The tip of his ears is red, as he lets out a soft exhale from your words. He slowly but surely opens his mouth slightly ajar to let his tongue slide out. It was definitely a sight to see, made you wish you had your phone to capture this beautiful scene. Without hesitation you uncap the top of the bottle, using your fingers, raising and tilting the towards Xavier's tongue. Angling the nozzle so you had a good shot inside.

You then squeeze the chocolate syrup bottle, as streams of thick globs of syrup land on his tongue. This caused the light hunter to gasp, his hands squeezing your hips a bit all before relaxing quickly. Immediately, getting the taste of the sweet fluid flooding his taste buds. You didn't pour a lot to get him choking on the stuff, but you did squeeze enough to have the syrup slowly run down the sides of his mouth. Running down along his chin.

Without wasting a second, your hand placed the bottle back down onto the floor. As you quickly grabbed both of Xavier's cheeks and decided to suck on his tongue. Your whole mouth encasing his appendage, while the man just took it, letting you eat the chocolate that stained his tongue.

It felt so dirty and sloppy, but boy was he enjoying himself so much. And so were you. The cute guttural moans, the sweet syrup mixed with saliva dripping down both of your chins, some dropping along his chest and abdomen. It was all so much. You hand clawed the back of Xavier's blonde hair, gripping some of his locks between your fingers. It made his moan pathetically, as you deeply kissed him. You tongue ravaging his entire mouth, getting rid of all the lingering syrup that stayed in his mouth. You noticed how his semi-hard cock, was now fully erected and slapping against your lower stomach. It looked very much in need to be touched, a white pearl of cum seeping out the tip, staining your white panties. You couldn't help but to grind down hard against him.

"Nngh... [Y-Y/N]..." Xavier stutters out with raspy breaths. His moans were music to your ears.

You then pulled away from his lips, making him gasp and try to chase your runaway lips. You giggle at this action, watching his flustered-self breathing heavily. The blindfold only made his other senses more sensitive and alert.

"Doing all right bun?"

You kissed his cheek, calling him by his sweet nickname. Xavier only takes a gulp trying to calm his own heartbeat down.

"Y-Yes...please don't stop."

He begs you, and who were you to deny your darling boyfriend his needs.

You mouth trails to his neck, giving kissing and bites all the way down to his chest. Licking up the mixed mess that spilled on to his pecs, you even teased his own nipples, using your mouth and tongue, while you hand toys with the other. The man tenses up his abs, his teeth biting the bottom of his lip. He feels you go down and down his body, sensing how your body maneuvers its way off of his lap, and kneeling right between his legs. Honestly, he's trying really hard not to become too excited for what was about to happen. But you could tell from his throbbing shaft that he was indeed excited and ready to be touched.

Running a hand along his thigh, you leaned closer to his dick. He was bigger than normal guys you've slept with, and it made your mouth water wanting to get taste of him.

With a cheeky smile you grabbed the chocolate syrup bottle into your hand once again, uncapping the lid. You begin to lightly pour a small amount onto his cock, swirling the syrup around like a spiral, as if you were decorating a tasting dessert. You could see Xavier twitch at with every drop of the chocolate, willing himself to stay still. When done, you placed the bottle down only to stare at his tempting dick. It was dripping with syrup and his own pre-cum, sliding all the way down his shaft, down to his plush balls. It literally looked like something from a porno, which made your own cunt pulse with arousal.

"God, you look so pretty for me~"

Xavier blushes from the compliment, his cheeks and ears flushed. He felt both of your hands spread his thighs even more open. Getting yourself situated closer to his dick. "Can't let this tasty treat go to waste." You purred.

You stick your tongue out and start from the bottom, licking up the chocolate that started down to his balls, till you were up to his tip. This made Xavier involuntary jerk his body and waist a bit, head thrown back on the couch. You continue to do this motion three more times, licking up his balls and shaft like they were a lollipop. You even went down to his balls to suckle them harshly, baby boy was in blissful torment as you could hear the low whines and moans escaping his mouth.

His hands reaching for you, whether it be your head or face, but you quickly used one of your hands to grasp his, pinning one down.

"No bunny, keep those hands down."

"I'm...I'm sorry i-it's just...-hah- please I need...."

You couldn't help the big smile on your face, seeing Xavier so out of it. Not being able to form full sentences. It was absolutely adorable, you could only imagine what his eyes would look like. Maybe they glazed with lust, maybe there were shining with tears, edging to just roll down his cheeks.

"Tell me what you want baby."

Xavier swallows a wad of saliva stuck in his throat, as his head turns to the side for a moment. As if he was collecting his thoughts, thinking of what to say.

"Your mouth, I-I need your mouth angel."

It didn't really take much long before you had your whole mouth going down on his cock.

Your eyes were still on him watching this pretty blonde jerk and moan from your touches. Tongue gliding over his prominent veins, his messy dick coated with your saliva, cum, and the chocolate syrup. The taste was heavenly the sweet and salty complementing just well together as you lapped up everything.

It was a very addicting, and his expressions plus moans were just the cherry on top. Was this what Xavier thought whenever he had you a moaning mess beneath him. Oh, you prayed that this wasn't just a one-time deal, that you get to see this gorgeous side of him more.

Xavier's body was spasming all over. He couldn't control his body anymore, letting you take control over him. His right hand was still holding yours, fingers intertwined with one another. He tries not to squeeze much against your hand, only reserving that to his left hand, that was gripping the couch cushion for his dear life. As if the thought of letting go would make him go crazy and lose control. It was all so much, and his brain couldn't handle your mouth and throat deep throating his dick so tantalizing.

"Fuck..! Ah...gonna cum~"

His orgasm was coming as he was right at the precipice of the cliff. So, imagine his surprise as you mouth was immediately take away from his dick, your hand squeezing the base tightly stopping his chance of an orgasm. A soft desperate cry could be heard from him, as Xavier's chest heavied, he can feel the sting of tears in his eyes.

"N-No wait no...[Y/N] please don't, I need you."

You lick you lips with a hum seeing him already beg so sweetly without you telling him to. Seeing him so ruined and needy sent you so much pleasure, you felt your panties get sticky with your own slick.

"Mm how can I say no to my bunny~"

You coo your words, not having the heart to edge him for so long. You figured he might go crazy if you didn't get him off soon. So, without hesitation, you take you hand off him before your mouth goes back deep throating him. Xavier's head his thrown back as he whispers 'thank you' over and over to you. You hand squeezes his thighs, slowly running up till your palm was right over his stomach. It rubbed small circles around and around his clenched abdomen, sending a warm comfort to the man. As if you were telling him to let go, and cum in your mouth.

And it was just enough to reach his orgasm. His hips buckle into your mouth, as load after load filled your mouth, while Xavier lets out a low moan. His cum was a lot, it filled up your mouth, rolling down your throat. You did your best to swallow every remnant of his sweet cum. Your right hand that was on his stomach even went down to his balls to fondle and squeeze them. Prolonging his orgasm to gather as much cum as you can wring out of him, and Xavier whimpers well to this. His body jerking and shaking, a glow of sweat illuminating his body. Once the loads stopped, you could her him whine from overstimulation, his cock very sensitive at the moment. You swallow the last drops before removing yourself.

You look at his spent cock, before looking back up to see the male visibly shaken. He was breathing heavily, his head tilt to the side as he tries to maintain himself.

You went to straddle Xavier again, your hands making their way to take off the blindfold off of his face. And once you did, your heart instantly skipped a beat. His cheeks were beyond flushed red including his ears. His eyes narrowed softly as his blue irises shined with tears, pricking the sides. His mouth agape as his stared at you with so much love that it could make any girl swoon. All that came out of his was a low whisper of your name, and a gentle smile on his lips.

Your hands cupped his cheeks gently, rubbing his cheekbones with your thumbs. your face inches closer as your kiss the invading tears that threaten to spill over.

"Good boy~"

Xavier hums, letting out a sigh. His arms wrapped around you once more, burying his face into your neck. You could feel his lips and nose graze your shoulder as he nuzzles you closely.

"Did I do good for my lady?"

"Of course, you were perfect...but..."

Xavier stiffens a bit as he pulled back to look at you with those big doe eyes of his, confused yet excited. He can see the devious smirk on your lips, and before he knows anything else, he's pushed onto his back. A gasp leaving his lips as he looks up at you, heart beating in his chest wildly.

He saw you take off your bra and panties, now fully naked as him. You straddle him, you pussy inching closer and closer to his head.

"Your lady needs to be serviced, I hope you don't mind. I'm just not done with you yet." You grinned down at him.

Xavier could only grin back with a mischievous smile of his own, his two hands wandering up your plush thighs. Bringing your closer as you straddled his head.

SYLUS - Strawberry Love

"Of course, my lady, whatever you want~"

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Valentines Day with Sylus is anything but extravagant with this man.

No matter how many times you tell this man to not go overboard on this one day, he just doesn't seem to listen. Taking in your words in one ear, right before exiting the other. But those arguments were only minor as you had no room to complain, given that you enjoy it when Sylus spoiled you.

And he knew this. He loves spoiling you, and this was just another excuse to do so.

Here he has you in one of his private luxurious estates, on top a balcony where a large pool and jacuzzi resided. There were roses everywhere, even the petals that floated on the clear blue water of the pools. There was food, wine, and a great night view of the city. It was very much romantic.

Both you and Sylus were in the bubbling jacuzzi.

Your back was towards him as you were seated against his lap. His arms were wrapped around your bare mid-section, his hands teasing up and down your stomach, close to your new [F/C] bathing suit that he just bought you. You relax in his hold though, eyes closed, as the tempered water engulfs the two you in a warm embrace. His hand then makes its way to tilt your chin, making you angle your head to look into his ruby eyes. Sylus smirks, caressing your chin with his thumb, close to your bottom lip.

"Enjoying yourself dove?"

Your [E/C] eyes looked up at him, analyzing his face. You could see some droplets of water drip down the side of his head. His white hair wet, and his cheeks giving a pink hue to his pale feature. Probably due to the wine the both of you consumed as you two were tipsy. You then roll your eyes, as you turn your face away from his with a small pout on your lips.

"Eh, not so much.."

Sylus eyebrow quirked at your playful tone, already playing along with you and your stubbornness. His smirk doesn't disappear nor falter as he stares at the back of your hair that was tied in a bun.

"Oh, why so? Here I thought I did a good job."

"I'm just a hard to please woman is all, it's not your fault. Don't beat yourself up on it though, maybe you can do better next time."

All you can hear is the deep rumble of a chuckle exiting Sylus. His chest vibrating against you back sending chills down your spine. Of course, what you were saying was a lie and he knows this information already. This man will do and say anything just to catch you off guard. Pushing the boundaries to gain any kind of reaction from you.

You can feel his strong hand that was on your thigh start to squeeze against your flesh. His fingers tracing along your inner thighs, close to the lining of your bathing suit. You let out a steady breath, your lip biting as he teases the edges of your bottoms. Using his fingers to stretch the fabric up tightly. The part covering your pussy rubbed harshly onto your cunt, rubbing against your clit. This caused you to whimper out a moan at the tight feeling, your head shaking to the side and your eyes narrowed.

"Sylus."

"Yes kitten~"

He's mocking you at it drives you crazy just as much as the teasing he inflicted. He continues to grip the top of your bottoms stretching the fabric, making it press tightly into your pussy. Your hips start to grind desperately, wanting more friction and stimulation. You can feel the bulge underneath your ass start to grow, it only sent more arousal to your stomach.

"Are you sure you're not enjoying yourself enjoying yourself? Your hips are grinding as if you're in heat~"

"S-Shut up..!"

He only laughs at this as he continues to tease you more and more. Your eyes must have been closed because you didn't notice Sylus using his evol to bring the left-over dessert you had with your meal. Two bowls filled with strawberries and melted milk chocolate; he sets them down on the edge near the jacuzzi. All you knew was when you opened your eyes, Sylus had presented you with a strawberry dripped in chocolate right in front of your face. A finger his pressed against your clothed pussy making your back arch, head falling back against his chest.

"Open wide kitten~"

Feeling heat rise to your cheeks you hesitantly open your mouth for him. He smiles as he lowers the strawberry to your mouth, feeding you. Your take a bite of the chocolate strawberry, moaning from the sweet taste. The ripeness of the strawberry spilled its sweet juices into your mouth, rolling down your tongue and mouth, as well as some chocolate that stack to the side of your mouth. You were to occupied by the dessert to even notice that Sylus had slipped his hand down your bathing suit, two fingers running up and down your slick.

Your eyes wide, before going half-lidded feeling his longer fingers run up on your folds. your head was tilted against his chest, so your eyes could see his own face smiling down at you. You wanted to beg him to just finger you already, or to just fuck you, but the stubbornness in your chest refused to give in so easily. It made you forget to eat the strawberry, which made his press the rest of the teat to your lips.

"Finish it."

Your lips pursed but to as he commands as you open your mouth to finish of strawberry till you were at the green stem.

"That's my good girl."

You stomach flipped at the compliment, but not as much as your suddenly felt on of his finger prod against your hole, before suddenly plunging itself inside you. You cry out a moan, your walls clenching around his finger tightly making him curse under his breath. Sylus pumps his middle finger inside, feeling you hot walls with the pad of his fingertips. Tracing along the sensitive areas, he did this until he pushed a second finger in, his ring finger.

You gasp at the tight but pleasurable feeling, your hip buckling up with every pump he made inside. You were so in the zone that you didn't notice that Sylus fixed another chocolate strawberry before you. You whine as you didn't hesitate to take it into your mouth, sweetness filling your taste buds, chocolate staining your lips as if it was lip gloss. All while the white-haired male pumped his two fingers inside you deliciously fast, working you up and up your orgasm. Sylus could only groan a low growl from his throat, watching your face contort as his fingers ruin your cunt. He wasn't even inside you yet and you were already pathetic for him. He could feel you ass hump against his lap, grinding on his bulge where he groans in your ear.

Once you were done with the strawberry, Sylus threw the stem away for his hands to close around your throat. Pulling your closely so your lips would meet. Once he had you, he licked and taste your sweet lips, cleaning the spilled chocolate the stuck to your chin or mouth. His tongue already finding a home inside your mouth, dominating every space inside. All your tongue could do was glide against his, staying submissive. His hard gaze made your body week, as he stared with you, his ruby eyes glowering at you with lust. The heat of the water didn't help you all, as everything felt so dizzy and light. As if any moment if you weren't careful, you might pass out.

Sylus then pulls away, both his fingers and his lips. This made you whine, lips pouting at the audacity of this man to stop just when you were about to cum. Your even underneath the water, you could still feel your slick stick to your folds.

The man gives a brief small kiss on your lips, chuckling at your adorable pout. You were a very such an insatiable little bird.

"Enjoying yourself now dove, it's okay to admit your true feelings."

He says this half mocking, but also with true sincerity. But you, still having a little fight left, decided on not giving in just yet.

Not just yet.

"I-It could be better..." You breathed out too him, a sly smirk to your face.

Sylus looks at you before his eyes closed, shaking his head with another laugh escaping him.

"You really are hard to please sweetheart."

You quickly squeeze your entire cunt with his palm causing you to moan out again. He gets himself another chocolate strawberry only this time, eating it himself with one bite, not taking your eyes off yours. You could tell that you were in a world wind of trouble jut from that look. After throwing the stem away his arms immediately wrapped themselves underneath your thighs, spreading you wide open for him. You gasp from this of course, eyes wide as your heart hammered in your chest.

His own swim trucks were pulled down a bit, showing off his hard erect cock. It slapped against your pussy making your moan softly. His shaft ran along your folds, pressing against your clit on purpose.

"I guess I need to try even harder~" Sylus groans into your ear, biting playfully on the edges. Your hands hold onto his biceps to brace yourself and brace yourself you did. Because as soon as he said that he thrusts his cock all the way inside your tight pussy. No mercy, no hesitation. The pleasure outdid the stinging pain from the stretch of his huge cock, in fact only amplified the inscribable pleasure you were feeling. Sylus pumps dangerously fast inside your gummy walls, hic dick hitting every sensitive nerve.

"Sylus fuck! T-To fast aah~!"

Sylus only grunts, as he pounds your cunt with no intensions of stopping his pace. the water splashed and moved with every thrust he sent. Your breasts kept bouncing, held only by you swim top, but you feared your top wouldn't last long due to the violent thrusts Sylus made. The water that kept entering every time he pulled out felt so weird yet filling at the same time.

"Such a dirty kitten for me -nngh- moaning so loudly for me. I wonder if anyone can hear you screams from up here?"

The thought alone of someone hearing your pleasured screams made you feel all the more embarrassed. You could finally hear yourself being so loud and free, it made you bite your own lip. Your hand coming up to your mouth to cover, muffling your own moans, much to the displeasure of your boyfriend.

He growls leaning his head to your neck before biting your collarbone hard, his sharp canines digging into your skin. You figured that bite would leave a temporary mark later on. The pain mixed with pleasure made cry, your hand faltering down. You. Then to your surprise Sylus had got up from the seat inside the jacuzzi, standing in the middle of the circular pool. He was putting you in a full nelson position. You were handing on by just his strong arms alone, his hands securely holding up your thighs. Sylus being the tall man his is, the water only reached around his waist, while you were fully out of the tub. His large cock reach to your cervix, pressing against the bundle of nerves.

"Don't you dare hold in your moans from me."

He groans in your ear, as he then starts up the thrusts, this time his tip punching your cervix repeatedly over and over again. Your eyes roll back, mouth hanging open as your tongue was lolling out a bit. You felt as though your mind was going to go crazy, your body shaking with each thrust up to your quivering cunt.

"That's it lose yourself on my cock darling, tell me how good you feel~"

You couldn't hold back anymore, your mind already going blank dumb with lust.

"Feel...feel so goood~! M'so much...your -aah- cock so goood~!"

Sylus chuckles at your delirious slurs, moaning up a storm for him. All so cock drunk for him.

"Shit, so tight! Such a good girl for me huh beautiful? So good and pliant for me to use."

"Yes, yes~!"

Your eyes closed tightly as you obediently agree with him. His dirty talk making your pussy clench around him. Sylus starts to speed up his pace brutally causing you to start babble nonsense. You back arching off his chest, head thrown back. You could hear the water splashing beneath you, and the faint sound of your slick pussy getting pummeled by his dick. Your orgasm was coming, riding on the edges, and your walls start to get tighter. Sylus knew you were getting close to your end.

"-Ngh- You gonna cum for me sweetheart, should even let you?"

The thought of Sylus not giving you the pleasure of release made your eyes tear up. Globs of tears rolling down your cheeks, messy your face.

"N-No please...please let me..."

"After all that stuff you said about not enjoying this...fuck I don't know kitten~"

You shake your head immediately, your nails digging into his forearms tightly.

"No...I didn't -aagh- mean it! Please Sy...please let me cum, I enjoy it! So...so much, I love it~!"

Sylus smirks at your desperate begs to let you cum, and he'll allow you to do so, as the merciful person he is. Your cute tears and cries were just too hard to ignore. He kisses the bite marks on your shoulder, giving your cheek a sweet kiss as well.

"Alright then baby, cum for me now."

It didn't take long, as a few more thrusts up to your cunt sent a full body orgasm crashing down. It was so overwhelming and amazing at the same time. Your pussy clenches hard around Sylus, as your squirt heavily. Your juices coating his thick cock as he continues to plunge himself deep inside your pussy, bully the tip of his dick against your cervix. Your eyes were rolled back as your struggled to contain the loud cry that erupted you. Soon Sylus had came as well, his creamy load shooting deep inside your sensitive cunt. Filling you up so full, some even leaking out from your entrance. He grunts and groans between your neck and shoulder, eyes closed tight as he lets your pussy squeezes him dry.

Sylus thrusts slow down before stopping, sensing how over stimulated your body was. You were twitching, especially your thighs he held in his hands. He didn't realize how tightly he was holding them; a bruise was liking to form.

Slowly he takes his cock out of your pussy, leaving your shudder at the lost feeling of his dick. Sylus sits back down into the tub, adjusting your body so that you were now cradled in his lap. His big hand caressing your back, as his other hand was underneath your knees, patting your thighs. You breathing gets more calmer, as you stare up at him, resting along his chest. He looks at you with a sweet smile to his lips, giving you a kiss to your forehead before kissing your lips as well. You moan kissing him back, your hand coming up to place against his cheek to pull him even more.

Sylus pulls away as a sly grin sets on his lips.

"Not so hard to please now are you?"

You pout, playfully pushing his head to the side. Your eyes narrowed, as your cheeks heated.

"Shut up."

CALEB - Messy Frosting

Yeah, you were a sucker when Sylus spoiled you.

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Okay so it wasn't supposed to end up like this.

You and Caleb wanted to spend Valentines Day at home, cooking together a big meal. A meal that included a simple chocolate cake recipe.

Caleb, being the playful ass he is, decided why not pull a prank while he's whisking the chocolate frosting in the bowl. While you were pouring the cake batter inside the circular tin base. Why not take the whisk covered in frosting and suddenly splatter chocolate frosting along your face. Partially covering your nose and cheek, making a bigger mess then he intentionally wanted it. Honestly, he just wanted a little bloop on your nose.

Why not ignite a war, because obviously you saw this as a vicious attack. Giving him the same treatment, as you quickly grab the whisk in his hand before he could even apologize. Making a mess all over his face, aiming for his eye, and lips, creating a big splatter.

It wasn't long until the two of you were throwing frosting all over the place. Striking and wrestling each other, until the point where you were all covered head to toe with chocolate frosting. Both of you panting heavily, clothes ruined, hair a wreck, looking at each other with competitive and yet annoyed energy at one another. But there was also another energy that was lingering in the air, a very strong lustful energy that pulled the two of you in each other's arms quickly. Your arms wrapped around each other tightly, hands racking up and down your bodies, your lips heated as you kiss each other so passionately. Clothes were thrown away to God knows where, stuff clattered against the floor from off the counter tops.

It was all very intense.

Caleb had you up sat against the kitchen counter, fully naked and bare for him. He was situated between your thighs, finger teasing against your already soaked pussy. His thumb rubbing along your sensitive clit, circling it viciously slow yet hard. Your pussy was beyond drenched at this point, so it was easy to slide as many fingers as he can.

You on the other hand, had your right hand teasing his dick. Your hand jerking his hard cock, giving him squeezes to his base. Going even more down to fondle his balls. He was also naked as well, head buried into your neck licking the delicious frosting off your skin, that coated a good proportion around your body. All while Caleb had the same situation, the frosting covering majority of his abs and chest, some along his back cheeks. Which you would grateful lick up, giving him little kisses and licks along his his neck.

"Fucking slut, getting me so work up like this." He groans into your ear, making you whine as you felt one of his fingers prod at your entrance. It swirled around inside touching every sensitive spot he can abuse. He even put in a second fingers, curling the two inside, causing you body to spasm.

His pre-cum coats his length making for great lube, as your pump his cock up and down. The two of you were at this silent game of who would cum first for a good moment. You and Caleb not really giving up because of both your stubbornness and competitive nature to win. But it led to a very agonizing game, where the both of you were edging each other to the limit, denying each other's orgasms, and over stimulating the hell of one another. It took and toll on your wills, and it showed very well.

You both wanted to fuck each other so badly. You wanted him to plunge his cock into your weeping hole, it was leaking so badly, making a small puddle between your legs. And Caleb, he wanted to bury his cock so deep inside to the hilt, coming loads into your cunt till it made a bulge in your stomach. But again, the both of you refused to lose, so this game continued to last for a long while. The two of you trembling, embracing each other.

"Asshole...mm...you started t-this."

You report back, as you hand and fingers squeezing along his base especially his tip. Whiched caused Caleb to hiss. His hand was steadying himself on the counter top in front of him. Doing his best not to cum at the spot from your wonderful handjob.

For that comment he pinched your clit, and it took every fiber of your body to hold in your impending orgasm. Your head leaned back, tears pricking your eyes as you felt like you were gonna lose yourself. Your thumb runs across the slit of his tip causing Caleb to shiver too, the both of you holding in your release, not wanting to give up and lose.

This gave Caleb the initiative to lower his head to your breasts, taking one of your buds into his mouth. His lips sucking and teething against your perky nipple. He uses his other hand that was not on your pussy, to push you down on the messy counter.

You gasp glaring up at him, "Not fair!"

"Like you were ever fair with me pipsqueak."

He smirks evilly back at you. You groan, as you could feel your resolve slip farther and father, getting harder to not cum from his teasing. But you continue to tease him immensely, brushing you fingers alive his thick cock, tracing each vein with your thumb. You can here the sloppy sounds of his cum covered dick as you massaged it. The sounds causing your cheeks to heat up, the dirty and naughty feeling of his pulsing cock making you whine a bit. Caleb catches onto it quickly.

Caleb raises from your tit to look at your face, "Having some trouble there baby?" he mocks.

You glare up at him, as you start to pump his cock faster. The lewd wet sounds getting even more louder than before. Caleb moans, head turnt down as he himself falters at the new pace. He looks down at you seeing the sly grin on your face, you hand never stopping as you looked him in the eye.

"I should say the same thing, baby~" you mocked him, and it made Caleb growl. Getting even more determined just to have you cum underneath him.

He decids to place three long fingers inside your cunt, curling them around your tight walls, the sickening sweet and wet squelches echoing throughout the kitchen. You didn't say anything only your eyes glowering at him with annoyance from the cheap move. But also a desperate moan wanting to break out of you, you lips biting to hold it down. Heart pounding and body getting tired just from holding in your orgasm so much. You watch as he takes his left hand and scoops up some frosting he found staining your lower abdomen. He brings his two fingers in front of your face, bring them close to your lips.

"Suck."

You look at his fingers before moving your head away with a pout to your lips. Not giving him the satisfaction of obeying his words. Caleb smirks at this, a dark chuckle rumbling his chest.

"What, too good for me now."

You didn't say anything, not giving him any answer, but your face was suddenly turning back to his fingers. Your mouth opening up without your consent. He was using his gravity evol to make you suck his chocolate covered fingers. It made you wiggle and glare at him, wanting to call him a cheater, but he soon shuts all those thoughts off once his fingers were inside. At first you resisted, but due to how desperately horny you were, you suckle the sweetness off his fingers. Your eyes glazing over as you can feel our guard start to slowly falter. You hand that was stroking his dick even faltered and he noticed, instantly taking advantage.

"Jeez, such a brat~"

Before you know it, Caleb had taken his three fingers out of your cunt. Bringing them to his lips to suck of the delectable slick of yours. Once he was done, he made a harsh slap to your pussy with the palm of his hand. A shock wave going throughout your body like electricity.

Your eyes widened, and with your guard down you came just as quickly. Your pussy squirting your juices all over his hand, as you moaned around his two fingers eyes rolling, back arching.

When your orgasm calmed down, Caleb took his finger from out your mouth. Heavy breath came forth from you as you stared up at him with such disbelief, as he stared back with a vicorious smile.

"I won."

"Y-You cheat! I can't believe you!"

"Believe it pipsqueak, though I didn't take you for such a sore loser."

"Only when my opponent won't play fair you jer-"

You couldn't get to the last of your sentence as Caleb quickly flips you over. Pinning you to the counter on your stomach, your legs hanging off with your ass in the air. He lands a hard smack to your ass causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure. his hands manhandling your ass in his hands, watching how the squishy flesh spill from between his fingers.

"Ah c'mon, don't worry your pretty head over that. I know how to make it all better~"

His strong hands spread your ass, giving a sexy view from behind, your wet pulsing pussy just begging for him to ruin.

He gets on his knees real quick, using his tongue to lap up your juices. His grip on your ass never lights, he only kneads it in his hands, groans as it shakes in his hands. His nose buried in you heat, sucking on your folds and clit. Running his tongue along you ass that was also covered with frosting. The sweetness only adding flavor to your delicious pussy. This shuts up all your arguments, as you enjoy pleasure of his tongue ravaging your hole. His hot breath fanning over making you squim. It was not enough though, you needed him inside you right now. You wiggle your ass, whining his name.

"Caleb...please~"

Caleb only chuckles, pulling away from you. His lips stained with your slick.

"Shh, I got you baby."

He gets up from behind you, places his throbbing cock in between your ass cheek. Running along your dripping slick and asshole making you shiver and moan. He was debating in his mind whether or not he should take you ass or pussy in that moment. But he decided to go with you pussy, knowing you were desperate to be filled.

His tip pokes at your hole before slowly entering, until he was all the way inside. The big stretch made you whine and cry with so much relief and pleasure, finally being filled with your boyfriend's thick shaft. Tears stream down your cheek as you grasp on the counter, your cheek pressing against it. Caleb wasn't doing much better as he stayed inside you for a bit, his orgasm already tipping off the cliff. His groans are shaky, cum filling you up making you whimper out pitiful moans.

Caleb breaths through his nose, hands gripping your waist tightly, eyes closed, staying still inside you while he finishes. His dick was still hard, and he wasted no time fucking you silly. Using your hips to pull you back onto him, as he thrusts up as well creating loud smacks against your ass. This makes you moan effortlessly, throughout your home, letting Caleb use your body like you were his personal fleshlight.

The room was filled with grunts, moans, and repeated smacks of his pelvis meeting your ass. With each thrust your ass flesh rippled making Caleb groan to himself from how hot you were.

"Fuck, your pussy was made for me babe.." Caleb moans.

His hand came down to slap your rear again, over and over till you were crying pretty tears. Your moans slurring his name like a prayer. His dick feeling so amazing inside your cunt, he was so deep inside that you felt as if he was rearranging your guts.

"-Aah- Caleeeb...s'good ngh~!"

"Aw, am I fucking my pretty girl dumb~"

Caleb's hair was matted against his forehead, sweat heading down his neck. His purple eyes watching over your back, drunk off your own pussy, that he might as well be dumb as well. The over stimulation fucked with both of your brains. He sees a streak of chocolate frosting grazing your back and immediately leans in to lick it all clean. His tongue sliding all the way till it reaches your shoulder blade. Caleb's chest was pressed up onto you back adding weight that felt very much comforting.

His left hand went to grip the roots of your hair tightly, pushing your head onto the kitchen counter, all while his right hand intertwined with your own hand, holding onto it tightly. His hips continued to move fast, dick stretching out your dripping walls that streamed down your inner thighs.

His eyes were closed as his teeth gritted, head low against your neck. He could feel his second orgasm start to rise up on him, and the feeling of your walls clenching around him suggested that you weren't far along.

"Shit you're getting tighter! Is my baby gonna cum for me huh?"

You couldn't reply back, your words slurring unintelligible nonsense. Drool dripped down the side of your mouth, as your cheeks were messy from the relentless tears that spilled down your face. Caleb groans at the sight, loving how he can reduce you to such a dirty mess. Using his hand on your hair he grips it, using it as leverage, pulling your head back making your gasp.

"I can't hear ya babe. Are -thrust- you gonna -thrust- cum -thrust- for me -thrust-!?"

Each word sending a hard thrust to your core sending your eyes to roll back. Your breasts were grinding against the cold counter, harden nipples pressing.

"Yes~! Fuck...-aagh- m'cuming...cuming~!"

You babble out those words as your second orgasm comes crashing through your body. You let out such a pornographic moan that Caleb soon came with you as well. Your pussy was tight against his thick cock, squirting violently between your legs. Caleb cock continues to pound into your cunt, sloppy and erratic, pushing his load deep inside you. It filled you up so much that it set a hot comfort sensation in your lower stomach. Both of your bodies shake, as Caleb thrusts get slower before stopping all together.

The only thing that could be heard was the unsteady breaths that came from the both of you. Caleb rests against your back for a moment, his hand on your hair turning your face so he can kiss you deeply. You moan, kissing in back exhausted. You can feel his dick softening inside you and Caleb pulls himself out with a shudder.

Your boyfriend moves away, his rough hands smoothing over your hips and ass, watching your pussy and it pushed out globs of his white creamy cum. Honestly, if the two of you weren't so over stimulated and tired, he would have gone a third round, because the site of his cum dripping out of you was so sexy. Welp, maybe later in the day he thought to himself. Caleb takes his fingers and gathers up the pouring cum, only to push it back inside you. You bite your lips, thighs quivering at the feeling of his fingers inside you.

"Can't let anything go to waste, right pipsqueak~?"

You grumble with the roll of your eyes, your gaze catching the site of the messy kitchen. Everything looked as if bakery exploded inside. There was chocolate frosting all over the place, and it would be a pain cleaning up all this. You sighed leaning you head back onto the counter, eyes closed in defeat. Defeat over the kitchen, and defeat over the embarrassing win your boyfriend acquired. At the moment there was a bit of shame, but it quickly went away from you got your awaiting orgasm, it felt like it went on forever.

"The kitchen's a mess."

Caleb hums as he looks around the kitchen himself, with a smile nod of his head. He laughs, embarrassed himself, running a hand through his messy dark brown locks.

"Well...that's what happens when you start a food war [Y/N]."

"You're the one who started it!"

"Aw c'mon, I apologized!"

"No, you didn't!"

Guess you weren't going to have any dessert for the evening.

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freaktoru · 2 months ago

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summary: choi jong-in x fem!reader - what happens when you mix business with pleasure? warnings: dirty talk, pnv, unprotected sex, fingering, dubcon kinda, praise kink, reader is oblivious. authors note: this man is criminally underrated. we need more of him. let this fic be a pivotal moment for us all. ty for reading, likes and reblogs always appreciated <3

choi jong-in was a very successful man.

everyone knew this. he was one of south korea's most powerful s-rank hunters, and the guild master of south korea's most powerful guild, the hunters guild. don't be mistaken though, being known as ‘the ultimate hunter’ was no easy task. choi jong-in was under contstant pressure of having to keep up his public appearances on behalf of his entire guild, and balance the enormous workload of being the top guild master in the country. there was no denying it—he was indeed successful but he was also very busy. so that's why he hired you. as his personal assistant, having you around was most helpful to him. within a few days of your hire, you managed to cut his own workload in half and thanks to you, he was able to take the smoke breaks he so desperately needed during his work day and he was finally able to get home at a reasonable hour of the night. it was safe to say that you were his salvation.

you stood in front of his office door, wearing your regular office uniform, holding a thick stack of papers. jong-in had given you a specific dress code to follow when he hired you—composed of a white blouse, black stiletto heels and a dark red pencil skirt. you weren't sure why he picked the colour red for you, but you thought better than to question it. he was paying you twice as much as any other personal assistant positions did so it was important you did everything in your power to keep it. the door finally swung open, revealing his tall frame. not only was he successful, but he was also very attractive, his aura alone was enough to turn heads anytime he stepped foot outside. you knew this well, having been on the receiving end of it many times. he was dressed in his usual red suit and rectangular glasses, his fingers covered in his signature gold rings. his lips were curled up in a crooked smirk and he was watching, no—studying you.

"m-mr. choi you wanted to see me?" you stuttered out the question nervously. you weren't sure why he wanted to see you, but whatever the reason, you had a bad feeling about it.

"ah yes. come in please" he replied, stepping aside to make room for you. you walked inside his office which you spent most of your time in, sorting and filing papers, cleaning his desk and doing work on your laptop from the sleek black couch that stood across the room, perpendicular to his desk.

"i-i also brought the reports you requested on sung jinwoo, i completed them early" you managed to say, trying to keep yourself calm and collected.

"mmm, ever so diligent. good girl" he hummed approvingly, the praise sending a positive rush of blood to your cheeks. you handed him the papers, his fingers ghosting over your skin ever so lightly as he took them from you. “please, take a seat” he said, his hand motioning towards the couch. you complied, placing your hands on your knees to stop your legs from bouncing nervously. he sat himself down in an armchair across from you, placing his elbows on his knees and leaning his chin into his folded hands.

"you look nervous" he chuckled lightly, his eyes still fixed on you. you blushed, averting your eyes from his piercing gaze. "i'm just worried that you're not satisfied with my work sir" you admitted, looking down at your hands. it was true—despite his occasional praises and wide smiles, he was a perfectionist, he liked things done a certain way and he certainly made sure his employees knew that.

"you know," he started, leaning back in his arm chair, crossing his ankle over his leg "i've never kept an assistant for longer than two months at a time" he finished, smiling. a few moments later he added, "do you know why that is?"

"i-i'm not sure. how come?" you replied slowly, unsure of what was coming for you next. he was full of surprises— never quite saying what he meant, often leaving you with more questions than answers.

"because if there's one thing i despise, it's people who work less efficiently than me" he replied casually, observing you, waiting to see how you'll react. there it was again—his puzzling demeanor that never failed to keep you on your toes.

"i-i'm sorry, i'll do my best to get things done faster and—"

"ah ah, i didn't say that about you did i?" he clicked his tongue, cutting off your restless rambling. you felt your mouth zip shut, resolving to let him finish before you made any further assumptions.

"as i was going to say, you're different" he stated simply. you waited for him to elaborate because this could have meant anything, good or bad. "you're so good you know? perfect really. in all your time here you've made maybe one or two mistakes, all within your first week of work" he continued, "and that's exactly what i like about you" he finished carefully. he held your gaze, watching you fidget nervously. his words sent a warm rush of pleasure through your body, which settled low in your core. a semblance of hope returned to you—maybe you were going to keep your job after all.

before you had a chance to thank him for his praise, he asked, "tell me y/n, do you like working for me?" shifting the conversation. your eyes widened at the question. choi jong-in was a very generous employer to say the least. not only did he pay you more than any other job you’ve had, but he frequently bought you lunches without even asking, brought you coffee in the morning, and praised you like you’ve never been praised before. yes, generous he was.

“of course, you’re very kind and i’m treated better here than any other job i've had in the past so, thank you" you replied softly, hoping that he intended to keep you employed. he stood up from his armchair abruptly, and plopped himself down right beside you on the couch. you shifted nervously, waiting for his next move.

“you’re a sweet girl aren’t you?” he asked, his velvety voice alone enough to have you pressing your thighs together. and what a sweet girl you were. always so attentive and eager to please. you had everything done on time if not early, always complying with all of his requests and doing your best to make yourself useful to him. you blamed it all on his commanding presence but deep down you knew that there was more to it. you craved his attention, wanting nothing more than to hear sweet praises dripping from his lips when you did something right.

“i try my best” you replied, your voice shallow and breathless. when did it get so hot in here?

“you know what i’d like to know?” he asked, but before he let you answer, he continued, “i'd like to know what sweet girls like you look like when they come undone” he whispered, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. the air was thick with tension and somehow his lips found themselves mere inches from yours—you hadn’t even noticed how close he was to you until now. you felt heat pool in your lower stomach which you quickly noticed took form in the slick that coated your panties.

"s-sir" you uttered, no longer worried about your employment, your thoughts now clouded with excitement and lust. you hadn't realized how badly you actually wanted him until now. all those stolen glances in his office, the praises, the lunches, it wasn't just because he was being nice.

and that's when you felt the tension snap. his lips quickly met yours, kissing you with a hunger you somehow knew only you could have cured. you eagerly kissed back, allowing his tongue to explore the inside of your mouth. how you'd go back to being boss and assistant after this? you didn't know. but in this moment nothing mattered but the feel of his soft, warm lips on yours. he tasted faintly of mint and cigarettes—as expected from a chainsmoker like himself.

jong-in broke the kiss momentarily. he stood, taking his blazer off and rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his expensive golden watch. this man really did love luxury. the sight had you practically drooling. you unbuttoned a few buttons of your blouse in a pathetic attempt to escape the heat but you had a feeling this stifling heat would remain as long as a choi jong-in— a fire mage type hunter, was in your presence. you gasped when he lifted you easily, your legs wrapping around his torso as if on instinct. he walked you over to his desk, placing you down rather gently so you were sat on display for him, instantly squeezing your thighs together at the realization of how you looked, embarrassed to be in such a position in front of your boss. "ah ah, don't shy away from me" he cooed, gently tapping your thigh with two fingers, making you open your legs reluctantly.

and before you knew it, his lips were back on yours, claiming your mouth as his. you felt his fingers travel up and down your thigh, eventually reaching your soaked panties. "oh? if i had known you were this much of a slut i would have done this a lot earlier" he teased, pushing your panties aside and coating his slender fingers in your slick. "s-sir—ah" you moaned right before he pushed two ringed fingers inside of you while continuing to rub your sensitive clit with the pad of his thumb. you whimpered at the feeling, throwing your head back in pleasure, letting him play with you however he pleased.

he was pushing you close to the edge. you felt the buildup in your core waiting, begging to be released. "please, sir—ah, i'm going to cum" you whined, relishing in the pleasure he was giving you with just two of his fingers. "mmm, no you won't. not like this" he practically purred, a smirk of satisfaction plastered on his face. he pulled his fingers out of you right before you could finish, leaving you high and dry. "why not?" you asked while exhaling shaky breaths. you couldn't believe that choi jong-in, your boss, had you all worked up from just his fingers. "you'll see" he replied simply, once again leaving you questioning his true intentions.

he put one hand on your waist and the other on your shoulder, slowly pushing your back down on the desk and leaning over you. that's when you understood exactly what he meant. you gasped as he started placing soft, wet kisses down your neck, and unbuttoning your blouse to reach your chest. you closed your eyes shut, letting out soft mewls of pleasure as he wrapped his lips around your left nipple, licking it, sucking it, and kissing the soft skin around it. you felt an overwhelming need for him, from the teasing and edging earlier to this. you were unable to contain it any longer. "please sir, i need more" you keened, hoping he understood what 'more' meant. "more what? use your words sweetness" he murmured against your skin. "i need you inside me, please sir" you managed to utter, your cheeks flushing pink.

he removed his mouth from your tits, lifting his head to look at you through half lidded eyes. he chuckled, and without another word, he wrapped his strong arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to him, where he stood at the edge of the desk. he lifted your skirt, bunching it up around your waist so he had better access. you propped yourself up on your elbows, wanting to admire him a little more. you felt another wave of pleasurable heat wash through you, settling in your already soaked panties at the mere sight of him unbuckling his belt. his eyes lingered on you, studying your reactions to his every move. he let the belt drop to the floor, moving to unbuckle his pants. your eyes widened at the sight of his hardened cock, wondering how all of that was going to fit.

"are you ready baby?" he asked softly, hovering over you and slowly prodding your dripping entrance with his cock. you whimpered, bucking your hips impatiently. "so impatient" he muttered, slowly sliding his cock into your hole, filling every inch of you. "nngh sir—" you moaned, arching your back off the desk, trying to adjust to his girth. but he didn't move, and he wouldn't move until he heard his name roll off your tongue. "sir is used for business. does this—" he thrusted into you once making you gasp with pleasure, "feel like business to you?" he asked, smiling coyly. "n-no" you stammered. "what's my name?" he demanded, standing still, his cock buried deep inside you while he waited for his answer. "mr. choi" you replied, hoping that was what he wanted to hear. spoiler alert, it wasn't. "wrong." he thrusted into you again, making you suck in a sharp breath. "jong-in" you mewled at the pleasurable sensation of his dick hitting your sweet spot.

and that was what made him snap. the swore that the sound of his name on your lips was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. he pulled out slightly before slamming into you, making you cry out. he began pounding into you, one hand gripped your waist so hard you felt bruises forming and the other closed around your neck, choking you lightly. the feeling of the cold metal of his rings was a divine contrast for your burning skin. "fuck sweetness— you feel so good" he rasped, quickening his pace. his hair was messy, and his glasses had slid down his nose— the sight was purely erotic. you felt a flame ignite between your thighs, feeling yourself approaching your climax yet again, hoping that he would let you finish this time. "jong-in" you moaned breathlessly, unable to formulate a full sentence. "i know baby—fuck i'm gonna cum" he groaned, feeling his dick twitching with need inside of you. "ah—" you cried out, body going still as you finally felt the sweet release you were waiting so patiently for. jong-in followed, eyes shut and head hanging low, breathing heavy breaths while he finished inside of you.

as you came down from your high, your mind had started to clear and it finally dawned on you. oh my god. you had just fucked your boss, who was also the guild master of the most well known guild in the country. oh fuck. jong-in finally pulled out, buckling himself back up. he looked over at you, admiring the sight of you laying on his desk all fucked out—a sight he’d been waiting too long to produce. you sat up, looking up at him. he lifted a hand to your cheek, brushing his thumb lightly over its soft flesh. “good girl, you did so well for me” he praised, his words enough to make you melt. you really did have a thing for praise. “thank you” you mumbled shyly, unsure of how things would be after this. nothing could be the same after sex this good. he tapped your cheek lightly before dropping his hand back to his side, walking across his office to his private bathroom. he spent a few minutes in there and stepped out, holding a wet, warm towel which he used to clean you up.

the stark contrast between how rough he’d been during the sex and how gently he was cleaning you up made your head spin. would he fire you now? was it good enough for him? was he going to do it again? “stop thinking so much” he muttered, pulling you back from your thoughts. “huh?” you asked, worried that you were speaking out loud the whole time. “you have that frown on your face. i’ve noticed you frown that way when you’re overthinking something” he explained. wow, he really was attentive. “sorry” you mumbled in response, still worried about your future at the guild and your future with him.

he finished cleaning you up and you slid off the desk, shocked to find that your heels had stayed on during this whole process. your feet hurt, so you opted to take them off, your height shortening by about 4 inches. he seemed even taller now. jong-in wrapped a hand around the back of your neck and leaned down. he kissed you softly, gently, reassuring you with just his lips. he pulled away, smiling, and said “now sweetness, tell me about those reports you brought in”. looks like you were keeping the job after all.

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afternoon treatment | zayne

summary: Zayne follows the "doctor's orders" in order to feel better.

tags: suggestive, established relationship, gn!reader (no specific descriptors), soft zayne, medical kink, 'doctor' kink, kissing, medical procedures (auscultation), medical inaccuracies (in a sense), chest mention, straddling

wc: 2.2k | ao3 | kinktober in deepspace masterlist

a/n: relax time affinity 80 with zayne and that one liner he has. that's it, that's the tweet.

Afternoons at Akso Hospital were always the busiest, from routine check-ups to meetings alike. Staff and accompanying patients hustled through the halls and hushed rooms—there was always something happening, and the cardiac surgery department was no different.

Yet, today seemed to offer Zayne some grace and time to reside in the chilled comforts of his workspace. The morning surgery went well, and his next procedure wouldn’t be for another hour or two.

Therefore, he’s rewarded himself with a simple diagnosis report. The file was lighter in subject, easier to digest in comparison to what was usually on his plate. In his mind, this was a well-fitted solution to kill some time before returning to sterile scrubs and tense operating rooms.

Glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, he looks over their exterior when a soft series of familiar knocks reach his door.

“It’s open,” he calls out, rectangular reflection returning to the onscreen data. Without missing a beat and sparing another glance, he adds on, “Weren’t you supposed to visit a No-Hunt Zone today?”

“Finished my observations earlier than expected,” you chirped, pushing the door to a close and striding towards his busy desk.

Recent reports of Metaflux fluctuations had consumed your bright morning with Herte Knaves running amok. Nothing out of the ordinary from your usual line of work, easily dealt with in a couple of bulleted blows. Their dispersing remains flecked the air in a quiet flurry that reminded you of snowflakes—naturally, your feet led you to the pristine floors of Akso soon thereafter.

Curiously, you sidestep to shadow his focused form, gaze altering between the wall of text and precise clicks of his keys. “Thought you were on break, but it seems like you’re working,” you mumble, in awe of his steady pace. “As always, Dr. Zayne.”

He speaks with an obvious, “Well, I am at work. The call is coming from inside the house.”

“Zayne,” you punctuate. His sarcasm doesn’t go unnoticed, and you cross your arms in turn. “You know what I mean.”

A faint chuckle passes under his breath. “You’re accusing me as if I’m in the wrong.”

He was not, actually—far from it. That goes without saying when you were in the middle of his office, imposing during said work time. But you’ve been in his graces for nearly a year now, and know well enough that it was only around this time in the afternoons would he be able to catch a breather.

You shake your head, putting on your best voice before coming to your defense. “No, but the doctor’s orders require you to take a break.”

This catches his attention, fingers slowing their clicks and chair swiveling to face you head on. Slight confusion quirks his brow, mirroring your folded arms in observation. “And pray tell, who would that be? Last time I checked, only one of us is a certified surgeon in this room.”

Your eyes instinctively dart to his stationed badge, credentials on full display against his chest pocket. He had you beat there, at the very least.

“You may hold a degree for medical hearts,” you start, taking a step into the space of his parted knees and tapping your chest.

“But I hold the degree to your heart.” Your finger redirects to the meeting point of his neckline, resting above the aforementioned muscle.

“Is that so?” The corners of his lips lift, amused by your display and newfound authority. “I was unaware of such a professional. Surely, I would’ve remembered seeing someone as dedicated as you during my studies.”

He takes the chance to brush away a strand of hair hugging your cheek, neatly tucking it behind your ear. Gentle appreciation fills his comment of, “Would’ve made them much more enjoyable, too.”

“That’s besides the point.” You wave him off, though it doesn’t fan away the heat blushing your ears, sensing his underlying meaning.

Returning to your self-presumed role, you nod. “As your dedicated and completely legitimate doctor, I believe you’re showing concerning symptoms.”

Zayne hums, withdrawing his hand. “I’m afraid your assessment is lost on me. What exactly are these symptoms?”

“Well, my patient seems to love working overtime. This can cause unnecessary stress to the body and mind, for one.”

You lift one knee to bracket his, the other following in suit—Zayne adapts rather quickly, leaning back to give you space as you carefully straddle his waist. His arms naturally circle around you, hands hovering your tailbone to keep you steady.

Neatly settled on top, you continue with your mild lecture of reported observations. “Even though he should be using the precious time in-between work to give himself a well-deserved break, he does the exact opposite.”

“He is on a break,” Zayne says to his defense. “It’s barely considered heavy work.”

“Doing any kind of work during down-time does not count, mister,” you chide.

You gently tussle his bangs, pushing them to the side and revealing his forehead. Smoothing over the skin above his brow, your eyes searched his expression before noting a shadow of fatigue beneath his lashes. He really was working himself to the bone, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

“A dire symptom of a workaholic is when his skin is faring worse than usual,” you exaggerate. “Your eye bags are so prominent they could be checked in at the airport.”

“It’s not that bad,” he murmurs, eyes crinkling at your touch. They flutter to a close when your hand slides to cup his face, thumb brushing the high of his cheekbone in gentle care. “The lighting just makes it seem worse for wear. I’m fine.”

“I beg to differ.” You slowly trail downwards, caressing the side of his neck with a pursed lip.

His pulse point thrummed nicely against your fingers, and a curious press elicited a low sigh from him. Unexpected, though the sound was music to your ears and had butterflies rampant in your stomach. A part of you wanted to hear more of the gravelly timbre that rarely made an appearance—you knew what needed to be done.

Picking up where you left off, more of your self-declared medical ramblings followed. “See here? Another symptom, such a fast pace surely isn’t for the faint of heart. Your apical pulse,” to which your fingertips lightly drag themselves towards, “can’t lie to me.”

Zayne is breathless by the time he formulates a response in sincerity. “How can we go about a treatment plan, then? It seems pretty serious.”

A slowed, purposeful pronunciation follows soon thereafter. “Doc-tor.”

Your heart skipped not one, but two beats—dangerous, surely, but it fell short in the face of Zayne’s steadfast compliance. He peers up at you, factually smitten and framed softly by the office lights blending the contours of his face. You raise your other hand to hold his fine face between them. Admiring, in awe of all that he was.

“There’s only one known treatment option, I’ll have you know.” Unable to hide your smile, you quickly add, “Might require mouth to mouth if things go south.”

Zayne’s pools of hazel flick to your upturned lips, before meeting your mischievous stare with a hint of his own.

“Is this truly scientifically proven, or did you come all this way just to kiss me?”

“Yes,” was all you offered to his question, before placing an airy kiss to his cupid’s bow.

A second found its way to the bridge of his nose, laid over the slight ridge you adore before another rested between his raised brows. His eyes flutter to a close when your lips gently pressed to his temple, stilling at the contact. Slowly, you leave a trail of love across his cheeks, pausing once you meet the corner of his mouth.

Your thumb brushes against his lower lip, smiling at the way he parts them so readily for you. His chin tilts in the direction of your touch, mouthing the chase. A flush of pink sinked into his skin, a perfect peach for you to sink your teeth into.

“Tell me,” you say softly. Your fingers curl underneath his chin, observing the lidded gaze that follows. “Does it hurt anywhere?”

A tender exhale pushes past those very lips. “Right here,” he quietly admits. Closing the distance until you were only a breath away, his eyes focused on the plush of your mouth. “Please, Doctor.”

The union was gentle and warm, a kiss so kind that the same sentiment blossomed in your chest. Traces of a sweetened coffee picked from the hospital’s cafeteria and warm amber from his collar consumed your senses.

Zayne held you closer, chest to his and enveloping in a tender embrace. His hands traced the curve of your back, following your spine to gently cradle your head. Just to keep you this close, he was restless—realizing that he needed this more than he thought. The smile that cracks through another kiss is a testament to it, sealed with a deep breath of contentment.

It was perfect, a moment in time where your thundering heartbeats were equally matched. The world was nothing but a witness to the seconds spent in meaningful lip-locking.

“Mmph,” you groan unceremoniously.

Something firm brushed against your brow, pulling you out of the sweet trance. The culprit looked back at you in its silver rimmed and glass glory, sliding down the bridge of Zayne’s nose.

“Hm?” He leans back, noticing your discomfort. “What’s the matter?”

You contemplate on telling him, partially distracted by the puff of his lower lip. It has a sheen of your affection, and you were sure you looked no different in his eyes.

“Your glasses are falling,” you admit. You reach for the frames, intending on pushing them back to the high of his nose.

Zayne pauses your wrist then, a warm mirth in his gaze. “These are in the way, are they not?” He guides your hand, allowing the glasses to depart from his face and settling it on his desk.

With or without the specs, he truly was handsome—the kind of beauty modeled in Greek busts, from the contours of his cheeks to the sharp angle of his brow bone. You’d have to thank his parents the next time you see them.

He sneaks in a kiss, no longer obscured by the barrier and face perfectly pressed to yours. “My Doctor seems to be distracted,” he comments, taking in your wandering gaze. A cool hand graces the crowd of your head, patting softly. “What are you planning this time?”

His touches brought you out of your daydreaming, and you nod. Hands settling on the curves of his shoulders, you slide them upwards with a murmur of, “I should check your apical pulse again.”

Your eyes wander to the space behind him, a stethoscope only a grab away. With some effort, you spare a hand to reach for it, rising from the chair to a degree.

Zayne noticeably stiffens at his newfound view—your chest in his face wasn’t something on his agenda for today. The breath in his throat hitches, recognizing your fragrance. Comforting and pleasant, a piece of home warmly enhanced by your skin.

By the time you successfully have the medical device in hand, you nearly drop it at the feeling of his nose digging into your chest.

“Zayne? You’re—mmh?!” His hands find their way to your midsection, holding you still as he inhales deeply. You only hear him hum between muffled fabric, and your mind dizzies at the heatwave the mere sound sends to your core.

He pulls back with a soft sigh, the peach of his skin notably deepened to a soft rouge. Zayne guides you back to sit proper in his lap, reaching for the stethoscope in your surprised hand. Carefully, he places the ear tips into place for you and brushes your hair back in the process. Nonchalant, as if he didn’t spend the last waking moments happily buried in your chest.

“If you’re checking my pulse for me, I hope you’ve read the hospital’s code of conduct.” He drops his hands then, patiently awaiting your auscultation. In the reflection of his coy stare, you find that your own blush is faring far, far worse than his.

“Right, right. I did, trust me,” you say in confidence.

You, in fact, did no such thing. But memory of past appointments guides your hand over his heart, chest piece sliding around to count the beats. Not a single count was missed, all perfectly in place and accounted for.

Though, the only thing you could hear was your own heartbeat drumming. It didn’t help that his eyes were entirely focused on you, pointed with affection and observation alike.

“Well?” Zayne hums. “How does it sound?”

“You have a heart, and it’s beating alright.” Your conclusion was far from exemplary, but at least it was the truth.

“That’s a relief,” he laughs quietly. He gently removes the stethoscope, setting it aside. “Realistically, this isn’t how an auscultation works.”

“My methods are just special, that’s all.” You shrug, lightly patting the space that protects the aforementioned organ. “But you seem to be feeling better, and that’s all that matters to me.”

“Mhm.” Zayne presses a kiss to your nose, and offers his gratitude. “Thank you, Doctor. I don’t know what I would do without your care.”

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