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Usually when surrounded by handsome men, it was only due to it being a dream, an unrealistic fantasy, some basic romance movie or tv-show. Not in a stuck elevator that was told to have been fixed days ago. Now stranded with five different male coworkers, each one with different personalities, styles and tone of voice, it was hard to put one on the very top. The worst part of all is that you had dressed in a way that bent the rules of professional attire, having a shorter skirt to try to see which man would take secret glances to take notes on who was interested in you. Now, you faced the door, nervous, seeing them in the reflection of the glass, each one stood out. And every single one had gazed at your legs. The plan worked, but you did not think it would work this well.
Tara, your friend, and colleague had figured out your little crushes on the five men. She even heard others speak about your obvious eyes that lock onto them when they pass by. The fact that the whole department probably knew was quite embarrassing, but at the same time you knew they could not blame you. It was as if Aphrodite sculpted those men to appease the eyes of women that crossed their paths. She suggested wearing something cute, yet enticing, to tease the men you were fantasizing over. It was quite inappropriate to think of your colleagues this way, but if you were placed in a world of handsome me, who could stop you from taking bold moves?
Zayne, the oldest, the director of medical studies, could be considered cold-hearted by strangers and a devoted man to his passion by close eyes. He reminded you of a snowman at times. Unwavering, unmoving, but once you get to know him, he’s just a man wanting something to warm his heart. He had black hair parted over his left eye, fluffy and kept with a few soft strands poking to the side, lying on the top of his head. At times, under the right light, it seemed as if snow coaxed the ends of his hair. Since he had dark colored hair, his hazel eyes mixed well with the undertones for his eyes were not too bright, but not too dark. A calming display of beautiful colors matching his stoic, calm personality. The man wore business professional clothing, even outside the workplace. Coats over a sweater, collar shirt tucked into his dress pants. At least you knew he was himself through and through.
Xavier was the assistant director of the security department, following the orders of Jenna. He kept to himself, doing his work without a word unless warranted. There were times only Jenna knew where his location was when he went off on his in the large building. His gray hair all sticking down, some in the middle overlapping one another. His eyebrows relaxed on his face, helping no one understand the thoughts that go through his mind, the emotions that follow his heart. His eyes shining blue, holding a gentleness behind them for those he thought deserved it. He could be aloof at times, but he had his mind set to what he believed was needed. Just by watching him eat, he reminded you of a bunny chewing on vegetables with how big his cheeks get and the speed of his jaw. He enjoyed sweets and noodles from what he brought for lunch when you glance his way. He was handsome but was quite cute the more you look at him and his mannerisms.
Rafayel, the genius under the arts department, was more expressive in his emotions, wants and needs. There were times you could hear him talking to the director, Thomas, about his ideas, or simply his lack of ideas in certain cases. He had a very carefree spirit, and spoke his mind, to the point he bickered a lot with some coworkers. His hair was purple, parting in the middle of his face. His hair matched his personality, having strands go in whichever way that wished, but just like him, he made it work for him. For his eyes, it was odd, though identical, each eye had a case of central heterochromia. He had two colors, one the bottom was a light red, and the rest was a dark blue. It was quite fascinating and had his complexion more bright and charming. He seemed to love having at least one button unused, showing teasing his chest with a puff of his shirt collar.
Sylus, the CEO of Onychinus, his imitating aura makes everyone nervous in his sight. He was confident in his stature, having a tendency to fiddle with a coin while he spoke in meetings. Everything went through him; nothing was allowed without his permission if he saw it important for his input. There were times in low light where his hair looked ashy gray, and in the light, was white as snow. It was parted lightly to the left from the middle, along his sculpt was hair brushed up, only small strands that did not fully go over. Where it was parted, the hair was brushed to the corresponding sides (right to right, left to left). Some strands fall over his eyebrows, and the side of his face. The most mesmerizing part of his appearance was his eyes. It shared the same color as red wine, blood even, and under the light they sparkled, turning the color that of which a spider lily bore. His body is always being shown with black and red clothing, some with coats, others not.
Caleb was your childhood best friend and had requested for you to join him at Onychinus for the many departments that suited your passions. He was a part of the Aerospace department, having done through the Academy in Skyhaven, capturing the job of being more involved with military contributions, having his eyes set on being one of the pilots. He loved to tease you, but it was all good fun. He had brown hair parted over his right eye. His hair mostly directed to his left, while a small selection over his right ear. His brown eyes watched, allowing his face to be sweet and young. With his time-consuming job, you barely see each other, but there are times after work you go out to eat with him.
With their differing personalities, board meetings with important directors and assistants, things can become a hit hectic. You were the assistant to Zayne, using your own heart condition to better understand the usage of protcores, new technology created to help with those with ranging heart problems. The whole reason you fantasized was his soft heart concerning you. He did not use you to better his studies, he used his studies to help you. Although, in reality, you decided to use your heart as a test subject to many theories, tests and other things that Zayne could think of. Without thinking of the technicalities, it was a kind gesture you would not believe he was capable of at first. You have been working here for four years, each year, you learned of the men (minus Caleb since you already knew him), and Sylus had recently shown his face after reading Zayne’s report on your heart, and your thoughts connected around reactions to protocores. It shocked the whole corporation when the first thing he did was congratulate you and then Zayne, on the report. He even invested money in your department. It was the talk for a week, and in the media, there were some that were speaking of him. You were grateful he believed so much in the development of protocores. Once he figured out you had used your own body, not a test dummy, you saw the shine of his eyes--as if he was impressed with your devotion to your unofficial program within the medical department.
When it came to Rafayel, you found him bratty, annoying at his constant spoiled behavior towards Thomas and others in the art department, thinking he had some sort of god complex. His carefree attitude was something to get used to, though one thing for certain is his passion for his art. Finding such odd objects to create a specific color for one part of the whole painting. You had walked into the studio, seeing your face displayed in such grace along the wall. He used you as his muse, then it got you thinking of the man he really was underneath, as if he was hiding himself, afraid of something. It made you see his bratty, whining side quite amusing, bickering alongside him. It did not feel like true anger, rather, if you were a married couple, old and been together for years having your own inside jokes.
For Xavier, he was mysterious, with a face as calm, emotionless, being a man of security, it was admirable. He managed to help you in certain situations that revolved around coworkers, even getting them terminated for their contact. When you did not have food, he somehow had some to give. You were worried he was sacrificing his hunger for yours, but no, he told you that your chance of leaving food behind was common and brought extra noodles in case the chance was against you. One day, you finally saw a small reaction in his face that made you see how adorable he was under the aloof wall that he does not notice himself.
It was quite a decision, wishing you were a man in the past where having more than one wife was recommended, but thinking of such things did not help you standing in the middle of five guys with height that towered over you. What kept your mind away from it, was the fact the elevator that was supposed to be fixed was in fact not, or they looked over something that was the true issue to the whole ordeal. You got the hint that many people were shouting at Sylus, or board to fix the machine, but knowing Sylus, this had not gone through to him, whoever hired the maintenance people that did try to fix the elevator. You could recall seeing it closed down, men working, equipment around the entrance. Hopefully, Sylus could call for help about this unfortunate situation that should not have happened. You glanced back to the reflection, seeing the light twitch of amusement and annoyance from Sylus’ eyebrow. It was subtle, but it seemed he was not expecting the elevator to get stuck between two levels. Especially in a long skyscraper. Who knows if he managed to get help, how long it would take them to reach the height by going up the stairs with the equipment they needed. Or the people that needed to get down, are having to find out the elevator is down, and taking the stairs making their work tedious. You glanced down at your watch. You would have already been working with Zayne on protocores. It was setting everyone’s day off. It was funny enough that the important people were stuck in the elevator.
“Ridiculous,” Rafayel muttered, a hand to his forehead, stressed at the issue. “Was this not fixed? What were they doing all of yesterday then?” He crossed his arms, glancing at Sylus. “You have more money than you need and can’t hire capable workers?”
“It was not brought to me for a maintenance request. Whoever issued these workers were on the board, not directed by myself personally.” Sylus clicked his tongue. “But whoever it may have been, will be found. Until then, we will have to wait until help has arrived.” He took out his phone.
“Do they know?” Xavier asked, his quiet voice breaking tension.
“I sent an alert to Mephisto. He will notify the help we need.” Sylus stuffed his phone back into his pocket. “The wait will range between one to two hours. So, make yourself comfortable.”
“Great!” Rafayel leaned against the side, pouting at the fact he’d be stuff in a confined space.
Sylus made eye contact with you, his eyes dropping down to your legs, smirking. He made his way over to you, towering you, bending down a bit to meet your gaze. “You look comfortable. Needed a breather? Legs to hot, sweetie?” If you did already know they caught on to your attire, you’d be shocked at the mention, but knowing yourself, you’re still shocked, blushing at the playful smirk on his gorgeous face. “You are too obvious with your advances.” He traced your jawline. “With everyone here. I feel like you tampered with the elevator to have us to yourself.”
“Sylus,” Zayne came over. “It is inappropriate to touch her that way.” He grabbed the man’s wrist. “Especially in this situation.”
“This is getting out of hand!” Caleb came over.
“Don’t act as if you're innocent.” He stared deep into their eyes. “No one is innocent. Not the people here. Especially not you both.” He glanced back at you. “Not even her. Dressing for our attention.” Zayne’s eyes darken at the imagery his mind’s lustful desire conjured up. Caleb gulped.
“Hello? What are you guys doing over there? Hogging all her attention, how rude.” Rafayel goes on the left side of Sylus, his heart beating at the sight of you. “What is happening here?” Xavier followed him, standing beside him with an unreadable expression, but his eyes held the same as Zayne’s.
“Look at you,” Sylus cupped your face. “You want it, don’t you? Alone for two hours, quite exciting for you, is it not?” His thumb trailed down to your collar. “Am I right?” He was. But were you admitting wanting them to touch your body in an elevator of all places? Caleb wanted to speak up, but even you could see his lust taking over him as he stayed silent. “Come on sweetie, yes, or no?”
You gulped, “Yes.”
“How interesting.” Sylus smirked. Rafayel's eyes widened, his hands going down to his side. Xavier glanced away; his face red. Zayne covered his lower face with his hand. Sylus held your gaze still, his grip holding you from looking away. Caleb was shocked. “Let us make the best of our time here.”
Sylus kissed you, his tongue entering a space untouched by many, dominating you in a game of tug-of-war, pressing his body against yours. He was hungry. Ready to devour you in front of the others. He forced his fingers to intertwine with yours, pushing them up and pinned to the wall. You could feel the rapid beat of your heart as the need for oxygen was battling the need of his lips to stay against yours. You were glad and disappointed when he did back away, a trail of your saliva breaking as if he cleaned his lips. His eyes trailed down to your body. He cupped your breasts. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw the excitement in Rafayel’s eyes, the anticipation and embarrassment from Xavier, the desires in Zayne’s and from Caleb, something else. He was battling against pushing them all aside and taking you there, but how animalistic of him that he cupped his hands into fists.
Sylus took you from the wall, placing you to the floor, using his soft coat as leverage for your head. His hands carefully unbuttoned your shirt, sliding it off your body, Zayne throwing it aside. They sat around you, each one having a bulge being concealed by their pants. Once their eyes saw your bra, being so close to exposing a delicious part of your body to their devilish gazes, it was as if unlocking the door to their cages. Sylus unclipped your bra, throwing it away in some corner. They all gasp. Sylus cupped them into his big hands, fitting perfectly in his grip, he smirked down at you.
“Displayed for us, sweetie?” He smirked.
Rafayel reached a hand, his finger teasing your hard nub, dragging it into a circle. You gasped, letting out an uncontrolled whimper at the sudden touch on your sensitive part. He chuckled at your reaction, continuing his movements to whatever speed he saw fit. Xavier teased the other one, all while Sylus squeezed the rest of the breast. Zayne bent down, kissing and biting at your collar bone. Caleb looked into your eyes, kissing you gently as the others tinkered with your body. They quickly made you a needy mess with their teasing.
Sylus kissed down your stomach, letting Rafayel and Xavier to your breasts, feeling the heat radiating from your wet core. He unzipped your skirt, quickly disposing it, seeing your underwear stained with your arousal. He chuckled, seeing the back of Caleb’s head as he kept your moans hidden from the others. He tsked, going back to your drenched pussy right in front of his blessed eyes.
Rafayel latched his tongue, flicking your nipple relentlessly, moaning into Caleb’s mouth. Zayne left his marks along your collarbone, being proud of his sinful work on your skin. Xavier followed Rafayel’s lead, pleasing your other breast, letting his thoughts control him as he bit down on the nub making your body jolt. Sylus chuckled at the reaction, pushing the fabric aside, seeing your glistening pussy in all its glory, seeing the hairs on your body stand up at the breeze against your sensitive core. He saw your erected clit, grinning, poking at it and seeing your thigh tense around his head. He laughed under his breath, pushing them apart and holding them still. He glanced up, the others seeing that he discovered the beautiful part of your body.
Rafayel was the first to finally unleash his cock from the cage, sighing once the pressure of the clothing no longer kept his member restrained. Caleb pulled away, and you gasped at the sight of the package the art man kept hidden from wandering eyes. It was long, with a nice curve that could reach different angles inside. Xavier pulled out his, seeing it was long with a good girth, but not so much to incredible stretch, but it could reach parts of your pussy. Caleb was of average length, but his girth would stretch you so that the depth would not really matter. Zayne was girthy, with a good length to not absolutely kill you, but enough to stretch and reach the best parts of your body. Sylus sat up straight, pulling after for a short bit to take out his own. It was huge, the length that could not fully fit, and girth to stretch you enough that you could still feel it even days after.
“Don’t worry, you’ll feel us all,” Sylus goes back to your pussy.
His tongue laid upon your clit, holding your thighs in place, circling the tip around the sensitive nub. He could feel your body squirm from his touch, the whimpers of his teasing, it was all too good. He feels another’s presence, seeing an impatient Zayne next to him. He moved his attention away from your clit to your hole, seeing Zayne take that place. He licked your entrance, the combined pleasure gaining a loud moan that quickly got muffled by Caleb, his hand twisting your nipple, rubbing his cock, his lust taking over. Xavier kissed your neck, collar bone, playing with your other nipple. Rafayel, in his own lusting mind, licked your armpit, down the ride of your body, smirking at your twitches, enjoying your smell. Sylus pushed a finger inside. You gasped feeling him invading, his slider thick finger teasing your walls, getting you needy for more than just the small scrap of pleasure. Zayne sucked on your clit, pitching the inside of your thigh. Your body was theirs to play with.
He pumped his finger, seeing your walls clench around, enjoying the way he teased. You felt the bottom of your stomach follow suit, knowing that bottle up sexual need was overcoming you as you felt your release come from a single finger and simulation from Zayne’s tongue on your clit. You bit your lip, letting a moan here and there as the others poked your body with their own wicked thoughts.
“Mm!” You gasped, it was close, so close, only a few seconds--
He took out his fingers, licking the juice clean off, mixing it with his own saliva. “Not so fast. One figure is too easy. We are low on time, so let us go big, hm?” Zayne pulled away at the sound of Sylus speaking. “I get to go first. So, men, pick a hole, or hand. Mouth, anus, pussy and hands.” Zayne’s eyes widened.
“Hey, don’t hog her--” Rafayel began, being interrupted.
“Shush,” He glanced down at you. “Hope you can handle it sweetie, you wanted this.” He lifted you up, pushing him inside you, watching to see who’ll come for your ass.
Caleb goes behind her. “It’ll be okay, [Name], I’ll be gentle.” He kissed her neck, seeing her panting, but pushing himself into her anus. She tensed up, being stretched by two men, feeling both cocks twitching, resting inside her. Caleb laid down as Sylus laid her onto him. Rafayel goes onto her right, guiding her hand onto his cock. Xavier does the same, gasping at the contact. Zayne stood up, placing his cock right in front of her mouth. You took him into your mouth, moving your hands, getting used to multitasking as Sylus watched with a smirk.
“What a woman,” Sylus muttered, moving his hips, not caring to give a warning. She moaned, in response, Zayne groaned, holding the back of his head to support her. Caleb followed the lead, when Sylus thrusted he pulled out, loving the idea of not giving you a break in the back of his dirty mind. The thought of two men beating around inside of you was crazy, and having it be your reality was amazing, the pleasure beyond comprehension to anyone that was not in the elevator. The stretch of Sylus, reaching to your womb at each thrust, the girth possessed by Caleb made you feel full and it was great.
Sylus kept moving, his pace picking up, his eyes closed, he groaned softly causing you to clench around him. Caleb wrapped his arms around your waist, moving his hips into you, not caring anymore when he thrusted in comparison to Sylus. There were moments they did it together, making your body tense, moaning into Zayne’s cock and squeezing Xavier’s and Rafyel’s.
Zayne was quiet, similar to Sylus, letting out soft groans, but for Zayne you could tell when he lost himself in the pleasure by the daze of his eyes. Sylus would be cocky, muttering into your ear to rile you up, and chuckle if you squeezed down on him, knowing he was successful. The moment you knew it was over, was when he closed his eyes, focusing all his might into his lips. Caleb groaned more frequently, holding onto you when he was ready to put in all his effort. Rafayel moaned every now and then, sometimes whimpering when he was getting to explode from your touch. Xavier whimpered, whined and moaned, squirmed under your touch, looking like a cute little bunny. Even in sex, their personalities really showed by how they comfortably displayed themselves in intimacy.
Zayne’s grip tightened on the back of your head, his eyes opening down at you, meeting with your stare, smiling down at you with his handsome expression telling you it meant something. The circumstance of this situation was wild to begin with, but seeing the love in his gaze, the thing you were wanting in the first place made your nerves go away. Maybe, instead of dreaming of being a man with unlimited wives, to be a woman and live a life with the men you selfishly want to yourself, if they choose to. Right now, they were working together, not hurting you, indulged in both persons’ pleasure. It seems you were living a reverse harem
You felt the pit of your stomach reach the breaking point. “MmmMmmMMMm!” You moaned loudly into Zayne’s cock one last time until he burst into your mouth as he groaned, swallowing him down. You squeezed down on Rafayel and Xavier, feeling their cum landing onto you, maybe even the floor. Xavier letting out an adorable squeal, panting beside you. “Here it comes,” Sylus released deep inside, filling your womb with his mark, pulling out to see it slowly drip out with a satisfying smile. Caleb twitched, filling your other hole with his own mark, riding out his climax with a few more thrusts before pulling out and sitting up, setting you down on the floor with a quick kiss. You closed your eyes, taking a moment to catch your breath.
“It seems our fun is over,” Sylus smirked. “Help is nearly here.”
You blushed, seeing that you were the only one naked, sitting up. “My clothes-”
“Here,” Xavier helped you get dressed.
“What about…?” You mumbled, standing up.
Sylus smirked, and Caleb blushed. “Well, be careful or you’ll let everyone know you were fucked by five men, sweetie.” He licked your ear, feeling your shiver.
“You bastard,” You mumbled.
“Don’t lie, you love the feeling.” Sylus smirked.
You could not say anything at the sound of machinery breaking open the hatch on the top of the elevator. A fireman looking through the hole. “One person at a time. Who’s first?”
“Go,” Caleb lifted her up to the fireman, seeing her safely through the hatch.
Each one followed after her until they were safely on the tenth floor. You thanked the fireman, bowing, pushing your thighs together. You felt the small touch from Caleb on your thigh, Sylus behind you. “Best get back to work. Oh, and, wear different clothes, we do have a dress code, naughty kitten.” He walked away, smacking your butt as he was off.
Rafayel kissed your cheek, Xavier squeezed your hand, and Zayne tucked a piece of hair from your ear. “See you at the office.” They all head to work.
“I don’t know what to say, but,” He whispered into her ear. “I like the idea of being in you.” He walked off, his ears red at his own words.
You stood flabbergasted at the whole situation, knowing whatever there needed to be said had already been set, and what needed to be said had to wait for their work to finally begin two hours later than originally requested. You could still feel the way their cocks felt with every fiber of your skin, the images of what they kept hidden still in your mind, all so fresh. You head to the staircase, going up to the twelfth story. You hoped working with Zayne won’t be as awkward knowing what each other looked like underneath the modest work clothing they wear, or usually wear, coming from you. The biggest question, should you tell Tara? No. This was a secret between you six. After all, how could you not want a harem of guys wanting you? It seemed you were just like a lucky main character.
The rest of the day went smoothly after letting the tension die down. Heading back home, thinking back on the events that took your breath away, you were glad they happened, knowing all the pent up stress was finally released from your body. The pleasure was unbelievable, and being able to pleasure them was even more rewarding hearing their sounds of satisfaction filled with your heart with pride knowing you were the one doing them justice.
Lying in your bed, in your pjs (or whatever you wear while sleeping), your arms resting on your stomach, staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep with a gleeful expression on your face. It could not be helped, having the memory play over, and over in your head it was as if you were in a time loop, a great time loop.
You heard your phone deep beside you. You reach over, taking it off the charger, and unlocking it. You see you were added to a group chat, and they were all in it. It was created by Sylus. He even messaged you directly, with a small wave emoji. You could see him smirking sending that text.
You understand everything has changed. i hope you wanted this,[Name].
You’re still awake?
Ignoring my message? how rude of you, but you probably already know.
It seemed like an unspoken fact.
It was. just seeing you were following along in the little fun, kitten.
I caught on quite well, Sylus.
Good. now sleep, youre going to need it tomorrow. keep in touch with the group chat.
I will. Night, Sylus.
You plug your phone back, seeing the charging icon light up as you place it flat back onto your lamp table. You felt giddy that he texted you personally, only having Caleb and Zayne’s phone numbers to having all of them. You were now excited to know more of them, letting this moment giving you more determination to let your love bloom for all of them. You closed your eyes, finally letting your restlessness end, letting the void capture you in as sleep finally took you.
In the next morning, you saw each other give a good morning to you in the group chat, smirking.
Zayne:
Morning, [Name], make sure to eat a healthy breakfast.
Xavier:
Goodmorning, [Name] (a little chick emoji)
Rafayel:
wake up! i need youre attention today
Sylus:
Make sure you wear something following the dress code. unless you like being a brat
Caleb
Morning :) eat breakfast. see you at work
You feel your heart swell knowing that you did not have to pick anymore, that you could love each one of them equally. Today was going to be a good day for everyone involved, not just you. You get dressed, and head back to work with a big smile on your face, head held high, a smile on your expression lighting your way to happiness--to them.