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A shell of the man I once loved

Reader x Xavier

Angst.

Poem styled fic (lmk if you vibe with it!)

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Staring into the eyes of the man I once allowed to see into my soul, ones once filled with love and longing,

now watch with an empty gaze.

This isn't the man I fell in love with,

The man I vowed myself to.

What's left of him is a ghost trapped in his flesh.

Fractured and apathetic.

I try desperately to evoke my husband from wherever he's hiding within this stranger in front of me.

Recalling our fondest memories,

Attempted date nights,

Hunting together.

But with each attempt,

He only pushes himself further away,

Losing him even more.

With a shattered heart,

I knew what I had to do.

The papers were signed,

Giving him the freedom to fall in love with another girl.

He walked away,

Not turning once,

How I preferred it,

Only so his last memory of me isn't of my tear stained face.

For how am I to help someone who doesn't want to be helped?

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My beloved bride,

By the time you read this you will not remember me,

Nor will you remember our past.

I still await your arrival in the place we promised to reunite.

As the years pass my hatred for your kind continues to grow.

Their selfish nature continues to control them.

Our kingdom has shattered,

Many have lost their lives.

But my love for you only deepens.

Do you hear the waves echoing your name,

Guiding you back to me?

Until we meet again.

-Raf

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hey, can I ask for Sylus with an mc/reader who has anger issues?

scenario example: Mc was studying for an exam and was googling some stuff to help her get a better understanding of the work but her phone glitches multiple times on end. plus she had a bad day on top of it and ends up almost smashing her phone? like she tosses it to the side but ends up accidentally throwing it over the desk

thank you in advance!

Heyy!! Yes of course!! Here it is, hope you like it!

The past few days have been overwhelming, with each day being worse than the last—but today, today sent you over the edge. It started with an asshole cutting you off while you were driving, almost causing you to crash, then the store was out of your favourite snacks, and your boyfriend’s been away on a work related trip for 3 days now.

Usually you wouldn’t let minor inconveniences get to you as much as they are now. Yeah sure, you weren’t the best with controlling your temper but it wouldn't affect you for this long?

You’ve been trying to study for an exam that was coming up, but your teacher was honestly useless. He didn’t teach you half the things you needed for the exam, only vaguely explaining and dumping all the information into a single pdf file. No explanations, no nothing. So you’ve been up all day and night just trying to wrap your head around it, surviving off a few hours of sleep, so you're extra sensitive to your emotions.

You’re sitting in your boyfriend’s office, wearing one of his shirts, just to try and comfort yourself a little while he was gone.

Just as you thought your day couldn’t get any worse, your phone starts glitching. You try your best to keep your composure—restarting the device a few times, but nothing worked. The stupid screen glitching at your fingertips.

After a few more minutes of this you’d finally had enough. Throwing your phone to the side, expecting it to land on the desk, but you hear the sound of the glass screen hitting the wooden floor.

“Fuck!” You scream, the anger erupting from inside you, digging your head in your hands, admitting defeat.

Before long you stand up, pacing back and forth, trying to expel the anger from inside you, unable to keep still. "Are you fucking serious? Just when I thought things couldn't get any worst, I'm stuck here with a shitty phone, and- I'm done, I'm fucking done with this shit, I don't care if I fail. Fuck this, fuck everything." You allow yourself be engulfed by the fire.

You don't even notice your boyfriend leaning against the doorway, an amused smirk plastered on his face. That was until he clears his throat, pulling you out of your enraged trance immediately.

"What the fuck Sylus? How long have you been there for?"

"Long enough to enjoy the show" he laughs, egging you on.

"You find this fucking funny? I'm really not in the mood for this shit right now." you sneer at him, the anger increasing inside you, threatening to explode. You were on your wits end, and he certainly wasn't helping.

Realising his mistake, he stands straight, his smirk falling "Whats wrong kitten? Did someone do something?" His expression now worried.

"Yeah, my stupid fucking professor, why'd they give him the job if he can't even do the bare minimum, I have an exam coming up and my fucking phone isn't even worki-" the feeling of you going weightless cuts you off. "Let me go!" you kick your legs and swing your arms.

Sylus throws you over his shoulder, ignoring your feeble attempts of escape. "No kitten, you're just stressing yourself out, I won't allow that" he walks into your shared bedroom and places you on the bed gently.

"I've missed you kitten, you haven't even given me a kiss yet." he litters you in kisses before locking your lips with his. You feel yourself calm instantly.

After a few moments you feel your body relax. "I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have taken it out on you." you apologise.

"It's okay, don't worry baby, I'll help you with your studies. But first I'll get you a new phone, talk to the CEO of your old brand and your university, they're not allowed to get away for free after putting my love through all this stress" he threatens.

You chuckle at his plan. "Thank you baby" you kiss him again.

...

After his impromptu meetings you're sitting on his lap in his office. Watching as he tries to understand the lesson on the screen. "Oh-" he sighs.

"Don't worry kitten, I'll hire the best specialist in the country, we'll learn together." he kisses your forehead, you let out a chuckle, "see I told you"

"Lucky that dumbass won't be your professor anymore"

(Sorry it took a little while! Hope this is what you were looking for!!)

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I feel like Sylus would never even think of getting a pet, since he didn’t like animals very much, well not until he met you.

You’ve been begging him to get a cute kitty, only to be met with “you’re the only kitten I need” and a kiss on the forehead.

You finally gave up on asking, realising that was the one thing he was set on. Accepting the fact that you’ll never get to own a fur baby as long as you were with him. You would rather him in your life over a cat anyways, but you were still disappointed.

Your birthday rolls around and Sylus suprises you with a cute little Ashera kitten, making sure to buy all the necessities along with it. A whole room dedicated to all it could ever want and need.

You stare at him dumbfounded before jumping with joy and grabbing the kitten from his grasp, hugging it tightly.

The look on your face was definitely worth it, Sylus would buy you a thousand more just to see it again.

He avoids the kitten at first but it’s taken a liking to him, following him around everywhere. He can’t help but fall for its charm. It’s not long until he’s cuddling it on the couch or using its toys to entertain it.

(I wrote this in like 5 minutes, hope I didn’t mischaracterise him 😭)

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Do you wanna fuck?

Caleb x chubby! Reader

Content warnings: Praise, breeding kink, needy Caleb, reader is afab, unprotected sex, uses of: mama, baby, pretty girl, fluffy smut, a little angst.

This has been in my drafts for a hot minute, so I thought I'd finally post it. Reader is chubby and insecure. Idk this just came to me and I thought I’d write about it.

🔞 !!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!! 🔞

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Caleb and you have been dating for a while. Everything is going great, except you’ve been too insecure to show him your body, thinking he’d see you differently once the layers of deceit are discarded.

You’d always thought he was too good for you, wayyyy out of your league. No one verbally fed into this delusion but you could just tell by the way girls fawned over him in public, giving you eyes full of disgust.

He’d been persistent on wanting to have sex with you, but always stayed within your boundaries whenever you tell him no. As his girlfriend you’ve felt guilty for not giving him what the both of you wanted so bad.

So tonight you finally give in, too horny to overthink or back out.

After another steamy make out session, you told him the words he oh so wanted to hear “I’m ready baby, let’s have sex”.

His face was pure shock, taking a moment to register what you said. “Are you sure pip? I need to be sure you really want to.” He asked, hands resting on your waist.

“Yes I’m sure, please fuck me caleb” you pleaded. And with that a switch flipped inside him.

A smirk rose on his face, eyes going dark as he climbed over you, pining you onto the bed. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that” he kisses you, feverishly, not able to get enough.

Slowly, he starts to remove your clothes, starting with your shirt, admiring every inch of your skin. Then sliding off your shorts, until you were almost bare beneath him.

“God, can’t believe you’ve kept this precious sight from me for so long” his voice almost sounding like a whine?

‘What?’ You thought to yourself, blindsided at the fact he loved your body, just as much as you hated it, if not more.

“Let me see what else you’ve been hiding from me”, a smirk forms on his face as he kisses up your arm while removing your bra.

Once the garment is removed, he loses all sense of control, sucking on your nipple while the other is in between his unforgiving fingers.

“Caleb~” you moan, the new sensation sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body.

“Keep saying my name like that baby, love hearing your moans” he says as he moves to your other nipple, continuing to give you pleasure.

You could feel his feel his hard cock through his pants on your thigh, slowly grinding in need of some friction.

“Wanted this for so long.” He kisses every inch of your skin, leaving trails of light bruises in his wake.

“Hearing your pretty moans through the walls, thinking I’m asleep — drove me crazy, looked forward to them every night” his confession sending shivers down your spine.

You gasp at the thought of him listening, cheeks turning red with embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry baby, I was just scared…” you explain.

“Don’t be,” kiss, “not here,” kiss, “not with me,” kiss, “gonna make you feel so good,” kiss, “gonna make you mine forever”. He kisses down to the hem of your panties, looking into your eyes for permission.

You bite your lip in anticipation and nod eagerly, “Please Caleb, I need you”, you beg.

He doesn’t waste any time, removing the cloth before burying his head between your thighs.

“Fuuuuuck~” you moan, the feeling of his tongue against your needy clit makes your eyes roll back, your hands gripping onto his hair, slightly tugging at the strands.

“Mhm—that’s it, let everyone know how good I’m making you feel” he purrs against your clit. The vibration going right through you.

“Ah, Caleb!— feels so good, need you inside me” you plead, looking at the lewd sight beneath you.

“Yeah? You ready for this cock, baby? Fuck can’t wait to be inside you” he raises his head, watching you through lust hazed eyes.

"Mhm, can't wait any longer." You whine, forgetting all your worries.

You watch as he removes his shirt, showing off his toned muscles. A familiar feeling rises in your stomach, a mix of butterflies and nerves.

He reaches for his side drawer, grabbing a condom, that was until your hand wrapped around his wrist, "wanna feel all of you" you tell him.

He stares at you with wide eyes for a moment before a smirk grows on his face. "You sure? Can't promise I'll be able to resist coming in this sweet pussy?" He warns.

You didn't care, how could you when you've been waiting for this exact moment since you met him.

"I don't care, just want you inside me, want to feel you cum inside me" you reassure him.

You don't have to tell again, he's imagined having a family with you for so long, having a mini you running around.

He unzips his pants, removing the remainder of his clothes, allowing his hard, throbbing cock to spring free. "Yeah, wan' me to make you a mama? Wanna carry my baby inside you?" He coos.

"Mhmm- Ah" you gasp as he pushes his cock inside you. "aw baby, feel so good wrapped around me" he takes a moment before thrusting inside you.

You melt into the pleasure of his curved tip hitting against your sweet spot over and over, you repeatedly moan his name as if it was a sacred prayer.

"You like that, hm?" he groans, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "I'll give this to you whenever you want baby"

You take his head in your hands and pull him in for a deep kiss, no ferocity, no haste, just pure love.

You feel him throb inside you, until he starts to thrust deeper and harder, making you pull away from the kiss, gasping at the pleasure.

He continues fuck you at a mind breaking pace. Causing your body to jolt with each thrust.

You have just enough brainpower to realise what's happening and you grab the blanket to try and cover yourself.

Caleb didn't like that one bit, pinning your arm to the bed and tossing the blanket to the side.

“Don’t cover your stomach pretty girl, wanna see as I fuck a baby into it” he kisses your stomach, shattering all your insecurities instantly.

You let go, allowing the lust to finally overtake you. Your eyes rolling back, mouth open slightly.

"That's it baby, forget about everything else, just focus on the feeling of my cock filling you up." he moans breathlessly.

You feel your climax rising. "Gonna cum" you babble out mindlessly.

"Yeah? Cum for me baby, cum 'round my cock" he pleads.

With that you squirt around his cock, moaning loud enough for your neighbours to hear.

A guttural moan escapes his lips, feeling your walls clamp around him.

"'m gonna cum baby, gonna make you a mama, wanna see you hold my baby, can you give me that?" he whines.

You're too cock drunk to reply, just nodding your head pathetically.

He cums inside you, groaning at the pleasure, giving you a few more thrusts before collapsing beside you, panting heavily.

"Fuck, you're so hot baby, love you so much". he whispers breathlessly into your ear.

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Okay bare with me rn, so we all know Caleb is one obsessed man for you, but what if you were just as obsessive?

- It all started when you found entries about you in Caleb’s journal. You never wanted to invade his privacy but he’s been in such a foul mood for the past week and you didn’t know what to do. So of course the only logical thing to do is go through his diary while he was at work.

- You read through the pages, each one containing your name, it was innocent at first, like “Y/N smiled at me today, i felt like the world stopped.” But quickly evolved into “Y/N has been dressing up more lately, who the fuck is she going to meet?” You kept reading until you found an entry that read, “I set up cameras in her room and car, now I’ll be able to see exactly who she’s meeting.”

- You stare dumbfoundedly at the words. “Is he an idiot?” You mutter to yourself, “why would I have eyes for anyone else when he exists?” You laugh at the thought.

- The journal entries allowed a deep impulse you’ve held down for so long to erupt. “Now I know he’s just like me I can finally let loose a little.” You think to yourself,

- While waiting for him to arrive home you take a little trip to the store, picking up a plushy and a few small cameras. Being sure to hide them from the one in your car.

- When you get home you notice he left his necklace on the kitchen counter and decide set up the camera inside the teddy and on the necklace in living room (after watching a few tutorials).

- He finally arrives home and walks right past you as usual. Not bothering to ask him what’s wrong you grab the teddy and necklace and give it to him “I know you’ve been in a bad mood recently, I’m not sure why, but I hope this cheers you up?”

- He’s surprised to see the teddy was for him, assuming you brought it for another man while watching you. He gladly accepts the gift with a wide smile “thank you pips” he cheers up a little.

- You follow him to his room, when he places it on the bed you tell him “it would look cuter over there!” While pointing to the drawer opposite his bed, and he listens, of course he does since you always know best.

- It’s been a few days since you gave the gift, and you watch him through his necklace while he’s at work, seeing his phone playing the live feed of you in your room. ‘He really has no shame, hm?’ You think to yourself before deciding to give him a little show.

(I remember playing a scenario out similar to this on j.ai agesssss ago and thought I should write abt it.)

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Nobody’s business

Part 2 of teachers pet!

Warnings: degrading, Mean! Dom! Zayne, overstimulation, fingering, semi public sex, professor/student, age gap, unprotected sex, spanking, power dynamic, choking, dumbification, uses of: sir, baby, daddy. (I hope I’m not forgetting anything)

Im honestly brain dead after writing this all day, so the ending is quite messy. (Don’t say I didn’t warn ya)

Not proofread (I’ll get to it I promise)

🔞 !! MDNI !! 🔞

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It’s been 3 days since your last lecture with professor Zayne. You couldn’t wait to see him again, the activities of your last meeting replaying in your mind nonstop.

Today you were finally going to see him again, and you were determined to make this game the both of you had more fun.

You made sure to wake up and hour earlier, spending a little extra time on you makeup and hair, making sure it was flawless before getting dressed into an extra revealing outfit.

A tight black blouse, first few buttons undone, exposing just enough of your laced blue bra, paired with an extra short plaid skirt. You stood in front of the mirror for a short while putting on your jewellery while contemplating if you should wear some thigh highs, you decide to after saying ‘fuck it’ and sliding them up your legs.

Gathering all your things and slipping on some black Mary Jane’s you head out the door — usually you wouldn’t dare wear such an outfit but your heightened ego gave you a confidence boost.

You walk into the lecture hall. Immediately making eye contact with the man you’ve been plotting against for the past few days.

He looked as juicy as ever. Black button down, sleeves pulled up — showing off his veiny forearms. Tight, straight dress pants that hugged every inch of his legs lusciously, and black leather shoes you wouldn’t mind if he stepped on you with.

‘It’s show time’ you think to yourself, determined to make him break, taking note of the empty hall.

“Good morning professor” you greet him with a wink. Walking to the front row of seats, making sure to sway your hips with each step.

“Good morning Y/N” he replies, his breath slightly hitched. Eyes fixated on your chest.

You had him right where you wanted him.

‘Oh this is going to be fun’ you thought to yourself.

Just as he opened his mouth to say something, another student walked in, instantly he regained his composure. “Good morning Jayden” he greets them before turning to the board, writing today’s lesson outline.

Slowly, students flooded in, each taking their seat, some of their eyes landing on you and your scandalous attire. But you didn’t care, how could you when it had such an effect on your professor?

“Good day class, for today’s lesson we will be working in groups of 2, everyone please select a partner to collaborate with” he explained, trying not to look at the way you leaned forward, letting your shirt hang just enough to expose more of your breasts, while you play it off as looking through your notes.

A few soft cheers could be heard as people paired up. You looked around the room to see Jayden — sitting by himself on the far left side of the front row.

Standing up, you walk around the outer side of the long table and slowly pass Zayne, not missing the way his eyes bore into you, and his nostrils slightly flaring at the scent of your perfume.

When you’re in front of Jayden, a handsome man with green eyes, you rest your hands on the table — allowing your back to arch a little and your panties to slightly peek through from under your skirt.

“Hey, you wanna be partners?” You watch as his eyes flicker from your breasts to your face. “Uh, yeah sure” he smiles up at you and moves to the side, giving you enough room to sit beside him.

You thank him and sit beside him. Your attention snapping back at your professor as he clears his throat before talking.

“You and your partner will discuss how you would differentiate between stable angina and myocardial infarction based on clinical presentation, ECG findings, and management. You will need to write down your discussion and hand it in by the end of the class. Please begin���

The class listens and their murmurs fill the room. Jayden starts going through his notes, leaving a blank page for the both of you to write on.

‘This is the perfect time for phase two’ you think to yourself before turning your attention to Zayne once again. “Um professor?” Your voice catches his attention immediately.

“Yes Y/N?” His eyebrow cocks up.

“I forgot my pen at home, could I please borrow one?” You pout and flutter your lashes.

His breath hitches once again, evidence of whatever lustful thoughts running through his mind. “Yes of course”

He walks to his desk, picking up a blue pen. That’s when you notice a silver ring on his right hands ring finger.

"I haven't seen him wear that before" you think to yourself, brushing off the thought as he walks toward you.

"Here you go Y/N" he says as he places the pen in front of your to grab. Your fingers graze as you feign taking the pen from his grasp. He lets go, not knowing any better and watches as the pen falls on to the ground, rolling underneath the table.

Jayden looks up at the sound of the pen hitting the floor, thinking nothing of it before busing himself once again with his notes.

Zayne glares at you as you smile innocently while twirling your hair in your fingers. Taking the hint he crouches down to pick the pen up.

You take that as your cue to spread open your legs, exposing your matching blue, laced panties to him, before leaning back and watching him with a smirk.

His eyes are fixated on your clothed core, expression darkening. You feel his breath on your inner thigh, sending shivers down your spine. He makes eye contact with you as he places a soft kiss on your thigh, Instantly making you wet. He notices and lets out a soft chuckle.

Before long he stands back up, giving you the pen and you take it this time. Ignoring as he walks back to his desk and pretends to busy himself with finished assignments.

"Okay, lets start with clinical presentation" you start the conversation with Jayden, pretending to not notice the way he looks at your body, while jotting down the notes of your conversation.

"Sure, stable angina happens during exertion or stress, yeah?" he utters out, playing right into the plan of your next phase.

"Exactly, and it goes away with relaxation or... what was it?" you act confused.

"Nitroglycerin" he smiles at you.

"Oh that's right! I knew you were the best person to do this project with!" you fake excitement. Bringing a smirk to his face.

After the both of you complete the assignment, there is still 10 minutes until the end of the lecture. You take advantage of this extra time to flirt with the man beside you.

"So, what do you do outside of studying?" You ask him, not really interested in anything he has to say but you needed to get onto Zayne's nerves. After all, you've only seen the surface of his anger, and you were hungry to see more.

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After a little while longer of biting your lip at Jayden and shared glances with a certain enraged professor, the class is dismissed.

You watch as half of the students hand in their assignment, making sure to take your time with packing your things away, you're left alone with your professor once again.

"Lock the door." He orders, and of course you listen. Only now taking in the weight of consequences to come. You weren't sure if you were aroused or nervous.

You hand him your paper, expecting him to toss it to the side, but he reads through it instead. Letting out a pitiful laugh. "I thought you were smarter than this" he mocks. His voice nothing like it was during class, it was brutal, scornful.

"Stable angina and MI show ST elevation? You know that's wrong, or are you just trying to piss me off even more?" he stands, showing the bulge in his pants.

"It was all Jayden," you resort to "I promise."

"Why'd you even pair yourself with that dumbass anyway? Trying to make me jealous perhaps?" His frame is towering over you now, daring you to speak.

"U-Uh, yes." You admitted.

"Pathetic, really. Flashing your panties during class, dressing like a fucking slut, I should've known better" he unbuckles his belt and frees it from the loops. Holding it in his hands.

"Bend over the fucking desk, now" you obey and lean over the desk, allowing your skirt to ride up your ass.

"Since you want to act like a fucking slut, I'll treat you like one." he grabs your skirt and pulls it up before removing your panties and tossing them to the side.

You bite your lip in anticipation.

"You will count each spank, I advise you don't lose count or else we start again." he raises the cold leather, slamming it against your ass. The pain travelling through you, "O-One". He repeats the motion again, leaving red marks on you. "Fuck, t-two".

He doesn't stop until you make it to twenty. Your legs quivering, ass red and bruised.

"This is just the start of your punishment." A deep groan escaping his lips.

The feeling of cold leather snakes around your neck, looping through the clasp, creating a collar for Zayne to control.

"Keep quiet and you get to breathe, moan? And I'll choke you." he grins at you. "Now turn around and undress yourself".

You listen, getting off the desk and unbuttoning your shirt, letting to fall to the ground, your bra and skirt following. You stand there, not daring to move. Embarrassed at the way his eyes linger on every curve, darkening with desire. "Fuck, get back on the desk" he demands.

You find yourself laying on the cold wood again. Flashbacks of the last time you were in such a position running through your mind, making your cunt drool and ache with need.

"Remember what I said, dirty girl." The feeling of the collar slightly cutting your air off, making you gasp. "Yes sir" you reply, obeying his orders.

He kisses your bruised cheeks gently before hearing a quiet buzzing sound. You don't look, afraid of what he may say. "I know you must've been wondering about this ring." He says, "It's a vibrating ring, I thought you might like it, since you're so filthy." he explains.

He doesn't let you reply, pushing is vibrating finger into your sloppy cunt, earning a gasp from you. "Yeah I knew you'd love it" he groans.

His fingers abuse your sweet spot, the ring sitting perfectly on your sensitive clit. The sensation going right though you. You try to hold in your moans but one quietly slips out, before you can even realise what you've done, Zayne pulls on the belt, cutting off your air supply while lifting your neck off the desk.

You let out a choked cry, the mixture of feelings making you fall into a mindless haze, with only one thing on your mind — to cum.

“Don’t you even think about cumming until I give you permission” he spits, fingers pumping into your dripping cunt at a ferocious speed.

He softens the grip on your collar, guiding your head onto the desk. His face moves to your neglected tits, tongue lapping on your nipple, you let out a choked sob.

“Please, please, please sir, please let me cum, I promise I’ll be a good girl” you’re squirming beneath him.

“No. If you can’t control yourself, I’ll stop.” His words muffled against your swollen nipple.

You whine, unable to hold on any longer. Another choked sob leaving your lips.

With that he removes his fingers from your pleading cunt. “I told you I’d stop if you can’t control yourself.” His face now plastered with a wicked grin.

“Love watching you struggle, I’m gonna have so much fun breaking you” his voice low and calm.

He removes the vibrating ring from his hand, placing it on your other nipple before bringing his slick coated hand to your mouth. “Suck.”

You open your mouth, tasting yourself on his fingers. You watch as he bites his lip, feeling his erection grow even more against your leg.

After sucking his fingers clean, you let him remove his fingers as you bite your lip. The new sensation on your nipple sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.

“Please sir, want you to fuck me.” You ask shamelessly. Praying he’ll give in and give you what you want.

“I’m sorry for acting like a dumb whore, I promise I won’t do it again” you ramble, not thinking before you speak.

“Aw, now you’re sorry? That’s too bad” he coos, “you should’ve thought about that before you started acting like a fool”

You whined at his response, and he didn’t like that one bit. Pulling on the belt, you felt yourself being lifted once again, unable to breathe. “You’re going to take what I give you and you’re going to be fucking happy.” The threat going straight to you cunt.

“But since you want it so bad, I’m gonna give it to you, and you better milk my cock. Alright?”

You nod frantically, just wanting to feel him inside of you. “Good girl, I expect nothing less from my favourite slut” his words sounding like a growl.

He lets go of the belt, your head crashing back at the motion as he unbuttons and unzips his pants, pulling down his clothes to expose his long, hard, throbbing cock, already dripping with precum.

He pumps it a few times, letting out a soft groan, “gonna fuck you so good you’re never gonna think of any other man again”. He wraps the leather around his hand and pulls you up once again. “I know that’s what you crave, isn’t it darling?”

You’re unable to talk so you just nod pathetically. “You’re already ruined, it’s only a matter of time before you’re fucked dumb” he guides your head down and removes the collar from your neck before tying your hands together with the expensive leather.

“Wanna hear those poor feeble moans come out of your mouth, can you do that for me?” Voice dripping with faux sweetness.

“Y-yes sir.” “good girl”.

He finally gives what you’ve waited for, sinking his cock into your core. Earning a loud moan from you and a deep growl from Zayne.

“So much better than what I’ve imagined” his head throws back, fucking into you slowly at first, allowing you to adjust to his size before slamming into you.

His curved tip kissing your cervix, making you melt.

“Mhm~ right there, feels soooo good~ thank you~” you mewl out

“That’s it, wanna hear more of those pretty sounds baby” he keeps fucking into you, feeling your walls flutter around him.

“Want you to make me yours, want everyone to know who I belong to” your common sense disappearing with each thrust.

“Yeah? You want me to make you scream? Want me to mark you? Want me to make you mine, hm?” He coos.

“Yes, need it, please, I need it~” you beg.

“Took a lot less than I thought it would to make you lose your mind” he lets out a breathless laugh.

You don’t even care about the teasing, it just turning you on even more. Besides you knew he was right, he could see right through the mask you tried to hide for so long right from the start.

The familiar feeling bubbles up inside you once again, begging for release.

“You’re gonna come already? How pathetic. Cum for me, since that’s all you’re good for” he mocks. Feeling your walls clench around his cock.

Your eyes roll back, body shaking from the release, “fuck yes, thank you, thank you” you sob out. Tears welling up from the pleasure.

“That’s it, you belong to me now, no one else can have you, is that right darling?” He moans, chasing his own release.

“Mhmm~ belong to you~” you repeat dumbly. Unaware of anything except the feeling of his cock inside of you.

“Tell me how good I make you feel, tell me how no one can fuck you as good as I can” his restraint slowly breaking.

“Feel so good daddy~ mm~ never felt this good before~” The name caught Zayne by surprise, “you really are a filthy girl, aren’t you baby?” His eyes growing darker.

You don’t even realise what you called him, too caught up in the overstimulation. “Mhmm~” you whine.

“Gonna take all my cum like a good girl? Gonna be mine forever?” He asks, on the edge of release.

“Y-yes sir, yes please, let me milk you, fuck, please”

“Here you go baby”. You feel his warm cum filling you up. You gasp at the newfound feeling, biting you lip and pulling him in for a kiss.

You both melt into the kiss, until his cock softens inside you.

After controlling your breathing you lay there, limp from the pleasure.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous” he praises, removing his cock and putting his pants back on and unbinding your hands, before helping to make you presentable again.

“I don’t have any more classes today, why don’t I drop you off home?”

You nod sheepishly, earning a chuckle from him.

“Here, let me help you” he takes your arm and wraps it across his shoulders.

He gathers his and your belongings before guiding you to his car.

(A/N: Thanks to everyone who wanted a part two! Hope y’all enjoyed it!! 💋)

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༄.° Teacher’s pet ༄.°

Professor! Zayne x Fem!Student! reader

C/W : professor x student, age gap, semi-public sex, fingering, oral sex, spanking, overstimulation, uses of sir, power dynamic, dubcon?

not proofread!

🔞 !! MDNI !! 🔞

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Today was like any other, following your usual routine — wake up, shower, get dressed into a skirt and button up shirt, put on makeup, eat breakfast, and go over your med notes on your way to your lecture.

Walking into the lecture hall, you're blessed with the sight of your favourite professor writing something on the board. His broad frame, maintained black locs, uncreased suit that hugs his muscles deliciously. God you couldn't get enough of him.

'Get your damn head out of the gutter', you curse yourself internally as you sit in your seat at the front of the hall.

The voice of your professor startled you out of whatever unsavoury thoughts you had. "Okay class, I hope you were paying attention to our last lesson, as today I will need you to explain the pathophysiology of congestive heart failure and how it guides treatment options."

The sound of his voice fades as you catch yourself staring at his large hands, the exact ones you'd imagine against your skin at ungodly hours of the night. You didn't realise how long you were zoned out for, until the sound of your name faintly registers.

"Y/N are you paying attention?". Your professors eyes now fixed on you.

'Shit', you think to yourself. "Uh yeah, I just didn't get much sleep last night". You prayed he would let it go, feeling everyones eyes on you.

"Do you feel okay? Your face looks quite flushed. Are you sure you aren't sick?", he continues on and you feel you could just die on the spot.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You break eye contact with him, staring at you previous notes. 'This is what you get for not paying attention… You shouldn't even be thinking about him like that, he could have a wife, he's your professor, for gods sake'. Losing your focus once again.

"I'll need you to say behind after todays lecture, not paying attention could be a lethal mistake in the future, especially in this field of work" his voice stern. "That goes for everyone, you need to focus in this class, even a minor mistake could cost someone their life". He explains to everyone.

'Ouch, way to rub salt on the would'. You mutter quietly to yourself. But even with the immense embarrassment you felt, you couldn't shake the fact he was even hotter when he was irritated.

...

The lecture felt like it went on forever, but you didn't mind, you didn't want to be alone with Zayne, unsure if you could talk to him without embarrassing yourself even more.

"Okay class dismissed. Y/N wait for me at my desk" he demands, bidding everyone farewell as they walk past him, out the door.

You walk to the chair he had set by the desk, looking down at your legs. 'Fuck sakes Y/N, control yourself’

Zayne closes the door behind the last student, making sure to lock it before walking toward you. Each step echoing in the silent room.

You don’t dare utter a word as you feel his eyes bore into your back.

“Now Y/N, tell me, what’s gotten you so distracted recently? It’s starting to affect your grades and we can’t have that” he’s beside you now, staring at you intensely, daring you to look into his eyes.

“Uh, nothing” you look up at him, biting your lip nervously. ‘What the fuck am I supposed to say? You’re the reason I can’t think straight. I keep imagining myself riding you like there’s no tomorrow?’ Of course you can’t say that, it’s unprofessional.

“Are you sure? I was the top student in my psych class, so I can see right through your little lies” he smirks, leaning down so his face is closer to yours.

Your eyes widen at the lack of distance between you two, cheeks heating up rapidly. You could explode any second.

“Yeah, I’m sure” you choke out, your voice betraying you. ‘Fuck’ you thought.

“You think I don’t notice the way your eyes rake over me? You think I don’t know exactly what you’re thinking” he whispers against your ear. His breath leaving goosebumps on the side of your neck.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of Y/N, it’s only human nature to desire such… things” his voice low and mocking.

“Don’t act so innocent now Y/N, not after teasing me with your eyes for so long” he moves his head so it’s only an inch away from yours.

This was your last straw, your restraint flying out the window, you’ll be damned if you allow this opportunity to pass.

You close your eyes, leaning toward him, expecting to feel his lips on yours, but you were left with nothing but air. Your eyes flutter open, looking up at his pitiful expression.

“Nuh-uh, only good students are rewarded”. He sneers, letting out a deep laugh. “Why don’t we have a little tutoring session? Gives you a chance to redeem yourself, don’t you think?” He turns to sit in his chair, across the wooden desk.

“If you’re good, maybe i’ll give you what you want”.

“Y-yes sir”. You reply, disappointed.

“Aw c’mon darling. You’re the one in charge of your own fate. Now come here.” He pats the wooden desk in front of him and you listen. Placing your bag on the chair and walking toward him, sitting on the hard surface.

“Spread those legs for me” his eyes fixated on your exposed thighs underneath your skirt. You spread your thighs slightly, earning a disapproving look. His hands spreading them firmly.

“I told you to spread them, you’re not off to a good start now, are you?” He lets out a soft groan at the sight of your panties.

“Now, time for your lesson. What are the clinical consequences of left ventricular hypertrophy?” He asked as he makes eye contact, grazing his fingers along your thigh.

“Uh, left ventricular hypertrophy can lead to diastolic dysfunction, reduced cardi-“ you pause as he lifts your legs over his shoulders, moving your panties to the side.

“I never told you to stop” he slaps your thigh, the sharp noise echoing through the air. “God, you’re already wet” he mutters as you continue to answer.

“Reduced cardiac output, increased risk of arrhythmias, myocar- ah, fuck” you moan at the feeling of his finger running up and down your throbbing cunt.

“Keep going” he demands, leaning in between your thighs and flicking his tongue against your swollen clit.

“M-Myocardial ischemia, and eventually h-heart failure. Oh god. It also increa-ses the r-risk of, ah, of sudden cardiac death- fuck, and complications… like stroke, especially if associated, mm, with hypertension.”

You’re laying down by the end of the answer, unable to hold yourself up with the overwhelming sensation of his lips sucking on your clit.

“Good girl” he utters against your skin. You feel a smirk form on his lips. He’s enjoying seeing you struggle.

“Mhm, your good girl sir” you manage to moan out, squirming beneath him as he slide a finger inside you, pumping them in and out at a rapid pace, curling them just enough so they’re hitting your sweet spot.

“Know you’ve fantasised about this, hm? If you wanted it so much, why didn’t you just tell me? Instead of wearing these things you call clothes.” His voice filled with desire

You walls clench around his digits, and of course he notices. “You’re about to cum. I can feel you’re close.” He states, watching your eyes close and mouth hang open.

“Yes sir” you whine, head nodding, hands finding his hair to grip onto. Earning a moan from him.

“Cum for me, wanna taste your sweetness on my tongue.” He grips your thigh with his free hand.

You cum around his fingers with a loud moan. Expecting him to stop once your high calmed down, but he continues, faster this time.

“I deserve to watch you cum again, as a reward for waiting so long.” His pace brutal and unforgiving, the lewd sounds resound around the hall.

Your legs tremble around his head. Crying out from the overstimulation. You squirm on the desk, unable to control yourself.

A sharp pain shoots through your thigh as he spanks you again. “Stop fucking moving.” He orders.

You try to listen, especially since you’re so close to cumming again, but you can’t restrain yourself. Instead you pull onto his hair more, eyes watering from the overwhelming feeling.

You cum again without warning, this time louder and more intense. Your body jolting from the waves of pleasure shooting through you.

Zayne guides you through your second climax before letting out a dark chuckle, cleaning your mess with his tongue.

“Mm, you taste so good” he raises his head, looking into your eyes with a crazed expression, opposite to his usually controlled self.

You take a few moments before sitting up to cool yourself down. Looking at him, you take a mental picture to capture this moment forever.

It takes a second before Zayne calms himself, clearing his throat.“Expect these lessons more often, your grades depend on them” he says as if he wasn’t just nose deep in your cunt.

“You better leave before my next lecture arrives.” He kisses your calve, still resting on his shoulder.

“Yes, of course, I’ll see you next class, thank you sir”

You revive your legs from their resting place, jump off the desk, kissing him on the cheek and turning to grab your books before walking out.

‘Oh my god, did that actually happen?’ You cheer to yourself, excited for your next lecture with him.

(A/N: let me know if you want a part two!)

[the-apple-of-my-eye0-0]

Can’t stop thinking about jealous Caleb, it’s an actual problem.

Okay hear me out. The second he sees another guy enter your apartment with you, he can’t help but stalk at the footage of the hidden cameras.

Studying everything like it’s the secrets of the universe, from the positions, to your moans, to the pace that makes your eyes roll back. Every single detail engraving itself into his memory.

It takes all his willpower to stop from driving to your apartment and bursting your door down. Instead gripping his desk until his knuckles turn white.

But he knows it’s for the best if he keeps his control, figuring this is a good learning opportunity, so when he finally gets to fuck you, he knows exactly what to do.

I feel like he would unknowingly have a cuckold fetish, evident by the way he’s rock hard while watching you.

He would definitely follow the guy home, using his extensive amount of cameras around linkon. Terrorising the poor guy by leaving inhumane packages on their porch.

Of course he would leave notes like “even think of her again and I’ll make sure it the last thing you do” or “no use calling the police, you won’t be around long enough to talk to them.”

Once he finally fucks you, he puts all of the knowledge he’s learnt to fuck you into oblivion.

A/N: I wrote this in a rush, lmk if you agree!!

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Sylus loves spending his money on you, the way you look at him with pleading eyes when you show him a new bag you want. You already have a whole closet full of purses but you know he’ll never say no to his precious kitten.

Sylus loves to provide for you, offering for you to just quit your job and stand by him 24/7, you both know he can get you whatever you want, whenever you want, but you decline the offer, wanting to maintain a social life at work.

Sylus laughs at you the first time you go shopping together. You try to lead him into a thrift store but he stops in his tracks, calling his chauffeur over, and leading you into the car. “You deserve much better than some old, worn out clothes, we’re going to every designer store and boutique you can think of.”

Sylus is offended when you pick out an item you like, look at the price tag and put it back on the shelf, “don’t make me look broke kitten, get whatever you want, money definitely isn’t an issue”

Sylus definitely orders Luke and Kieran to hold your countless bags around for you, while purchasing any item you look at for longer than a few seconds.

Sylus is definitely the type to spoil your daughter even before she’s out of the womb. Decorating her nursery with expensive plushies, blankets, furniture and closets full of handmade, designer clothing and accessories. His reasoning being, “Only the best for our girl”

[the-apple-of-my-eye0-0]

Stalker! Caleb who offers to fix your device because he ‘knows a guy that owes him a favour’, but it’s just him — making sure to implant spyware into it, so he knows exactly what you’re doing, all the time.

Stalker! Caleb who stays up that same night, going through every message, every photo, every event on your calendar, just to know everything, and everyone in your life.

Stalker! Caleb who finds the messages between you and other guys that aren’t him. Throwing a jealous fit as he researches each and every single one, finding their house, work and other relevant information.

Jealous! Stalker! Caleb who finds himself in front of each of their house, threatening each one into leaving you before he gets rid of them himself.

Stalker! Caleb who shows up to your door with flowers in his hand — after you call him, telling him how worthless men are because they can’t reply to a lousy message.

Stalker! Caleb who hides his smirk as he reassures you they’re all scum who don’t deserve you. Knowing exactly what to say to make you forget about them.

Stalker! Caleb who hates to see you cry but thinks ‘it’s for her own good, I’m the only one who is willing to keep her safe, I’m the only one she needs’

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☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Don’t tell ‘em ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Warnings: Semi public sex, Office sex Jealous! Caleb, Degrading, Bondage, Evol use, Unprotected sex, Choking, Marking, uses of sir, dubcon.

Caleb has a gala he has to attend, and he brings you (his fiancée) as his plus one. Everything goes well until one of his subordinates tries to make a move on you.

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The past few weeks were unforgiving, with the both of you being swamped with work, barely leaving enough time to see each other, let alone go on a date. So of course you were extra excited for tonight’s gala.

You arrived home before Caleb and decided to take advantage of the little time you had before he arrived by getting yourself dolled up for him. Wearing a silky violet dress that hugged your frame perfectly.

You knew he adored that dress on you just a little more than the others, and would act like a fool whenever he saw you in it.

A while later, after completing your hair and makeup, Caleb walks through the front door. “Hey pipsqueek”, his voice rung through the apartment, sounding like music to your ears. Instantly you got to your feet and walked into your shared living space, melting into his outstretched arms.

“Hello, my love” you cheered softly, inhaling his scent. “How was your day?” You asked, looking up at his wide smile. “Much better now that you’re in my arms”. He leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss.

“You look stunning, baby”. His smile grows wider, admiring you like a prized possession. “Can’t wait to show everyone you’re mine tonight”, he leaned down a little more, until you could feel his warm breath on your neck.

“I wish we could skip the event, just stay home and show you how much I missed you”. His voice soft and sweet, as he kissed up your neck. “But we both know how that’ll end”, he says, disappointed.

The last time you and Caleb skipped an event for more… urgent matters, he was given a warning. And ever since then, you always forced him to attend, whether either of you liked it or not.

“I know, my love, but you better get ready, we can’t be late”, you reminded him as you made your way to your shared room. “I’ll be waiting in here”

You sat on the chair in the corner of the room, not wanting to crinkle the bedding, or Calebs colonel uniform. You were mindlessly scrolling through social media when Caleb walked in. A towel wrapped around his waist and water droplets running down his toned muscles.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to pounce on him, saying ‘fuck the gala’. But no, you had some self control, not much, but some at least. You subconsciously bit you lip at the sight of him, trying to mellow the unforgiving thoughts of the man in front of you. “Like what you see, hm?” He smirked, looking at your figure up and down, before walking toward you. “Why don’t you let me make you feel good before we go? Please?” The plea going straight through you, instantly making you wet.

“No babe, we can’t be late” It took every ounce of self control to reject him, betraying your true desires. “Please baby, I’ve waited so long for you, I need you.” He kneeled in front of you, kissing up your leg.

Your desire slowly rises inside you. But you knew you couldn’t miss the gala, you didn’t want him to get into trouble. No matter how good the offer sounded, the both of you had a few days off after this and could fuck all you want. You both just had to endure a few hours of meaningless conversations first.

“Please Caleb, we really need to go, I promise when we get back, okay?” You cup his cheek, raising his face and giving him a kiss. But god. The look in his eyes, begging you to give in almost won… almost.

…

The two of you step into the gala, a lavish hall filled with elegant decor and highly regarded people. Caleb lead you in with a possessive arm around your waist, guiding you to the general.

After a few moments of chit chat, introducing yourself to the general and his gorgeous wife, you and the wife excused yourselves to get a glass of champagne while Caleb and the general talked business.

At the drink table you made small talk with the wife, now known as ‘Elenor’, until another woman shows up and takes Elenor away, saying ‘it’s a pressing matter’. Now you’re left alone, with no one to talk to. So of course, you decide to take a seat, and drink your champagne, not want to disrupt your fiancé’s work-related discussion.

You sat watching your phone until an unfamiliar presence appeared beside you. It was a handsome man in uniform, he grabs the seat beside you and sits down. “Hello, my name is Chase, and you might be?” He motions toward you. “Oh, I’m Y/N” you reply, forcing a smile.

“Lovely to meet you Y/N, what’s a pretty lady like you doing here alone?” His eyes fixated on your figure. “I’m here with my fiancé actually, he’s just discussing business at the moment” you lift your hand to show off your engagement ring.

His brow shoots up slightly, and a subtle grin appears on his face. “Oh so you’re only engaged? Why don’t I show you what you could have before you’re stuck in a lousy marriage?” He sits back, proud of himself.

That was until you hear someone scoff behind the both of you. “Hello lieutenant, I see you’ve met my lovely wife-to-be” Caleb grabs your hand gently as he guides you to stand beside him, before wrapping his arm around your waist proudly.

“Oh colonel Caleb, this is your fiancée?” He look between the two of you, clearing his throat nervously. “It was nice to meet you Y/N, but I must go now” he doesn’t leave any time to waste before walking away.

“That prick, he’s lucky he still able to walk” you hear Caleb curse under his breath, a fire raging in his eyes. His gaze lands on you, not softening in the slightest. “I just remembered, I wanted to show you something,” a faux smile appears on his face.

To anyone else it looks as if he is calm and composed, but you know him too well to not see right through his mask. You admit, it was hot seeing him break like this.

“Where are we going love?” You feign curiosity. All you knew is that whatever was in store, you were nervous.

“That’s a surprise” his voice sounding nothing like his true emotions. He lead you through a hallway, greeting everyone with a smile as you both passed them.

The walk seemed like forever with the uncomfortable silence shared between the two of you. Until you were standing in front of a silver trimmed door.

You looked around and saw a few groups of people scattered around in boring conversations. Caleb opens the door and guides you in, still calm and collected. That was until you heard the sound of the door close behind him.

You look around the room, now registering it as his office, obvious by the photos of you and him framed on the desk and shelves.

He turns to look at you, a manic expression. “Now why don’t you start by telling me what the fuck you were doing with that asshole?” His tall frame looming over you. “Why he thought he had a chance with you? You’re mine Y/N, have you forgotten that, hm?”

He walks toward you, trapping you in between the desk and his body, each arm on either side of you. “I can’t even leave you alone for 5 minutes without you going to another guy, can I?” His face is only a few inches away from yours.

Your legs shake slightly. “Please, Caleb. It’s not what it looks like, he came t-“ Caleb doesn’t let you finish “you think I’m dumb Y/N? What if I didn’t come when I did? Maybe you might’ve actually went and took him up on his offer?”

“It’s been two weeks without sex and you can’t even think straight anymore. Why don’t I remind you who you belong to? Yeah, that’s exactly what you need.” He starts to think to himself while walking backwards. “Strip.” He demands

“But babe, we’re in your office?” You try to reason with him. “When I tell you to do something, you listen. Now strip before I punish you.” He crosses his arms.

“O-okay” you obey and start to slide the straps of your dress down your shoulders. The embarrassment creeping in. “Hurry the fuck up, or do I need to remind you how to undress too?” He scoffs. You continue to undress, faster this time. “Could you please lower your voice? There’s people outside.” You say softly, now fully undressed. The humiliation too overwhelming.

“Why? Scared everyone will find out how much of a filthy girl you are?” He mocks as he takes off his belt. Creating makeshift handcuffs with them. “C’mere, I know you love these. I know you better than that asshole ever will.” He states proudly. “And I know exactly what to say and do to make you a brainless slut, don’t I baby?” He says as he locks your hands in the belt.

You’re trembling at this point, willing to do anything just for his touch. “Yes, sir” you nod.

“Good girl” he grins. “Now get on the fucking desk.” He commands as he takes his had off. You obey, sitting on the large oak desk. The cold wood sending a shiver along your bare skin

He stands in front of you, looking down at you like you’re worthless. “Maybe this was your plan all along? Make me jealous so you can have you way with me? You’re already so wet.” He looks at your sloppy cunt, spreading your legs and sliding a finger through your folds. “How pathetic, I was hoping to worship this pretty pussy when we got home but you don’t deserve it after acting like a bitch in heat”

He kisses the inside of your thighs, making sure to leave marks that will stay for days, some low enough to see with your dress on. After he’s done admiring his art, he moves to your neglected cunt.

His face is close enough to feel his breath on it, resisting the temptation of diving into your cunt, all to teach you a lesson. “Please sir, I need to feel you” you whined, unable to take anymore teasing.

“No, if you want to act like a brat, I’ll treat you like one” he watches you menacingly. “Please-ah” a choked sob escapes your lips as he flicks his tongue against your sensitive clit.

“Fuck I’ve missed this pussy” he mutters, before giving in and eating you out like a starved man. You cover your mouth with the makeshift handcuffs, biting down on the expensive leather, unable to hold in your moans anymore.

His mechanical arm travels up your body with his fingers wrapping around your throat. “If you don’t want anyone to hear, you better keep quiet” he laughs mockingly.

The feeling of his tongue alone is enough to make you see stars. But with his limiting your air intake, it’s driving you crazy. Not long after, you feel the familiar pressure building up inside you.

“Close now, are we?” Caleb teases. “You’re not allowed to cum until I tell you to” and with that he continues eating you out like a man possessed by a lust ridden demon.

You squirm under him, unable to hold on any longer, legs shaking as tears well up in your eyes, “p-please Caleb,” the choked plea comes out a little louder than you’d like, but you didn’t care anymore, the only thing stopping you from the climax you needed was the man, buried face down between your legs.

“Aw, ‘s too much for you? You need to cum?” You nod frantically, still covering your mouth. “Too fucking bad, maybe this will teach you to stay by my side next time, instead of running to any worthless man that gives you an ounce of attention” his voice low and mocking.

He gets up and takes his hand away from your neck, ignoring your quiet sobs. “I’ve waited two weeks for you. I was going to worship you, going to fucking please you. But you’ve been a bad girl, so now I’ll just use you for my own pleasure.”

He stands up straight, unzipping his pants, exposing his hard cock, pulsing with need. “You see what you do to me Y/N? See what I have to put up with?” A groan erupting from him at the thought of finally being inside you.

You squirm with need on the desk, trying to inch closer to him. “Fuck, you’re so eager, hm?” You feel his evol holding you into place. “Slut”

Caleb pulls you closer to the edge of the desk, not giving you any time to think before he gives you exactly what you both want.

It takes him a second to move, the feeling of your tight walls wrapped around him making him lean down and moan against your ear. “That’s it, show me how much you missed me, keep sucking my cock in” a breathless laugh escapes his lips.

He moves inside you, at an unrelenting speed, chasing his own climax. Your brain melting with each thrust against your sweet spot. You couldn’t control your moans, allowing yourself to let go. Your eyes rolling back at the pure pleasure he’s giving you.

“There she is, that’s my girl” his voice dripping with faux sweetness. He starts kissing you neck, littering your skin with purple marks. “I can feel you getting close again baby, cum for me” his voice slightly muffled against your skin.

It doesn’t take you long before you’re cumming around his cock, clenching around him with a loud, choked moan. He rides you through your high before cumming inside you.

“Ah- fuck, love when you milk my cock” he moans into your neck, before kissing your lips gently.

He pulls out and looks at the hidden camera on the top right corner of the room with a smirk. You were too busy trying to control your breathing to notice. “Cmon love, we better go back out there before everyone goes looking for us.” He releases you from his evol and the handcuffs.

You sit up, eyes glazed and hair slightly undone. Your fiancé didn’t look any better but either of you didn’t care aside from trying to flatten your hair half mindedly.

Caleb helps you get dressed and he zips his pants up, after untying his belt and putting in back on. He looks at the hickeys littered on your skin proudly.

‘Fuck, I can’t wait to watch this back next week’ he thinks to himself while leading you out of the office.

(A/N: this was way longer than I expected, hope you enjoyed my first fic!)