caleb can’t decide which hole he wants to give the most attention to.
he’s been switching between the two, fucking her hard in her pretty little asshole and then her sweet pussy. each time he pulls out and pushes in sends her closer to the edge, face burying into the couch as he fucks her senseless.
“shiiit, baby, my dick just can’t get enough of your pretty little fuck holes. need to be in them, both at once. need to fill up every fucking centimeter of you with this cum.”
she’s crying out in retaliation, pathetic whimpers jumping out of her chest each time he smacks into her, balls swinging heavily and hitting her thighs.
“mmhm— caleb, no, baby— m’ gonna get pregnant… can’t cum inside…”
he laughs out loud, banging the shit out of her pussy now. he smacks her ass harshly and spreads her cheeks with his harsh grip, moving her up and down on him like a pornstar.
“no? cuuute.” he feigns concern at her, eyes darkening at her as she looks back at him.
her mouth is wide open with her tongue sticking out, eyes rolling to the back of her head. she can’t even hide her complexion from him. knows she wants this— fuck that, needs this.
“m’gonna empty myself in your perfect little anus first, then your pussy next. gonna have so much of this fucking cum you’ll be leaking for days, pips. how’s that sound?”
“yesyesyes— please fucking make me full of your cum, caleb, pleasepleaseplease—“
his dick pops out of her cunt lewdly, then shoves it back into her tight ass. she screams out,
“hah— that’s my girl. there she is. that’s my big ol’ fucking cum slut— take this fucking cum you filthy fuckin’ whore— fuuuck, baby…” he’s unloading himself immediately, growling into her ear as he falls forward and snaps his hips into her.
she’s bouncing back onto his hardness as she feels his cum shoot down her anus, lips trembling. his hand runs down her back, kissing down the length of her neck.
“need to fill up my pussy too. tell me she’s mine. c’mon, baby. let me hear you.”
she’s completely broken as he pulls out and traces his tip to her asshole to her slit, slowly pushing himself into her cunny.
“s’all yours, this pussy is yours. fucking own this pussy, caleb— god fucking dammit! feels— so— good…” her hair is being yanked back as he forces her neck to bend at an angle.
“look at me while i breed my pussy.” he gives her a devilish smile, eyes heavy lidded.
she’s vibrating the whole room with her cries as she cums onto his cock, milking him for everything he's got as he empties himself once more.
“nghhh— caleeeb!” shes crying tears as they watch each other come apart, his thumb swiping her cheek to catch them.
“good girl. you’re so beautiful. keep taking this cum, sweetie. you’re almost there. been so good. i love you, pip-squeak.”
“i love you, fuck, i love you s’much!” she rides their highs, kissing the heel of his palm as he cups her face.
no matter how crazy and heated it got in bed, caleb would always come back to himself. to her.
caleb can’t decide which hole he wants to give the most attention to.
he’s been switching between the two, fucking her hard in her pretty little asshole and then her sweet pussy. each time he pulls out and pushes in sends her closer to the edge, face burying into the couch as he fucks her senseless.
“shiiit, baby, my dick just can’t get enough of your pretty little fuck holes. need to be in them, both at once. need to fill up every fucking centimeter of you with this cum.”
she’s crying out in retaliation, pathetic whimpers jumping out of her chest each time he smacks into her, balls swinging heavily and hitting her thighs.
“mmhm— caleb, no, baby— m’ gonna get pregnant… can’t cum inside…”
he laughs out loud, banging the shit out of her pussy now. he smacks her ass harshly and spreads her cheeks with his harsh grip, moving her up and down on him like a pornstar.
“no? cuuute.” he feigns concern at her, eyes darkening at her as she looks back at him.
her mouth is wide open with her tongue sticking out, eyes rolling to the back of her head. she can’t even hide her complexion from him. knows she wants this— fuck that, needs this.
“m’gonna empty myself in your perfect little anus first, then your pussy next. gonna have so much of this fucking cum you’ll be leaking for days, pips. how’s that sound?”
“yesyesyes— please fucking make me full of your cum, caleb, pleasepleaseplease—“
his dick pops out of her cunt lewdly, then shoves it back into her tight ass. she screams out,
“hah— that’s my girl. there she is. that’s my big ol’ fucking cum slut— take this fucking cum you filthy fuckin’ whore— fuuuck, baby…” he’s unloading himself immediately, growling into her ear as he falls forward and snaps his hips into her.
she’s bouncing back onto his hardness as she feels his cum shoot down her anus, lips trembling. his hand runs down her back, kissing down the length of her neck.
“need to fill up my pussy too. tell me she’s mine. c’mon, baby. let me hear you.”
she’s completely broken as he pulls out and traces his tip to her asshole to her slit, slowly pushing himself into her cunny.
“s’all yours, this pussy is yours. fucking own this pussy, caleb— god fucking dammit! feels— so— good…” her hair is being yanked back as he forces her neck to bend at an angle.
“look at me while i breed my pussy.” he gives her a devilish smile, eyes heavy lidded.
she’s vibrating the whole room with her cries as she cums onto his cock, milking him for everything he's got as he empties himself once more.
“nghhh— caleeeb!” shes crying tears as they watch each other come apart, his thumb swiping her cheek to catch them.
“good girl. you’re so beautiful. keep taking this cum, sweetie. you’re almost there. been so good. i love you, pip-squeak.”
“i love you, fuck, i love you s’much!” she rides their highs, kissing the heel of his palm as he cups her face.
no matter how crazy and heated it got in bed, caleb would always come back to himself. to her.
cw: explicit language, explicit sexual content, kinda frenemies with a lot sexual tension
thanks anon for this request!
not proofread!
──────────────────────
the dance studio was dark and humid, the floor absorbing the muffled sound of footsteps. the mirrored walls reflected everything: your panting body, strands of hair stuck to your forehead, skin glistening under the bluish lights. the clingy top no longer felt like clothing, it was a second skin, barely hiding the arousal written in every movement.
and then, in the corner of the room, his shadow appeared.
sion.
the annoying presence. the damn provocation that never gave you peace.
“here again at this hour?” you asked without turning, eyes still fixed on the mirror. “don’t you have a home?”
“i do. but i prefer it here.” his voice was low, lazy, and dripping with desire. “i like the view.”
you turned slowly, gaze dripping with disdain, or at least you tried to disdain.
“you’re an asshole.”
he stepped closer, slowly, like he knew you wouldn’t run. like he knew you couldn’t. his gaze ran down every inch of you sweaty body.
“and you look beautiful like this…” he stopped inches away, breath hot against you face “… bet you already ready for me.”
you swallowed hard, inhaling the scent of his woody cologne mixed with sweat. the heat between you was suffocating.
“we shouldn’t” she whispered.
“i couldn’t careless about it”
and with a firm pull at your waist, yours bodies collided. mouths met like they’d been waiting for days, weeks. he pressed you against the mirror with his entire body, one hand grabbing your thigh and pulling it up, grinding you against the already hard bulge in his sweatpants.
you moaned softly into the kiss, and he smirked against your lips.
“that’s it. let it out”
his hand moved down the back of your thigh, reaching the waistband of your shorts. with controlled roughness, he yanked the fabric down along with your underwear, leaving you exposed. the cool air of the room touched your damp skin.
you braced one hand on the mirror, trying to keep balance. with the other, weakly pushed at his chest.
“fuck you, sion.”
“oh, i will. but you first.”
then, with just enough pull of his pants and boxers, he freed his hard cock. gripping your waist tight, he positioned himself and slid the head between your wet folds, rubbing slowly over the entrance.
you gasped loudly.
“stop teasing.”
“say you want it” he whispered, lips brushing your neck. “say you want my cock stretching you open”
you bit your lip, eyes fluttering.
“just fuck me already.”
he chuckled darkly, and the next second, slammed into you.
the impact sent your body forward into the mirror, hands splayed out, trying to steady yourself. the sensation was so intense that a loud moan escaped you lips.
“keep moaning like that and i might fall in love with you”
his thrusts were rhythmic, deep. the sound of skin slapping filled the studio, mixed with their heavy breaths and muffled moans. the mirror was fogging up, smudged with their hands and the heat radiating off their bodies.
you felt every deep stroke, every thrust hitting the perfect spot, making your vision blur.
his hand slid up and tangled in your hair, tugging your head back slightly, forcing you to look at your reflection.
“look at us, look how pretty you look like that” he ordered. “all mine”
you couldn’t respond. only moan.
“sion, if someone comes in…”
“no one will.” he brushed his hips against yours. “and if they do… they’ll get a fucking show.”
you moaned even louder, and he gripped you waistharder, hips slamming with faster, rougher thrusts.
the heat in you stomach climbed fast, and he knew it. knew it by the way you ground against him, desperate, trying to take him deeper, faster.
“you’re close, aren’t you?” he murmured. “i feel it. you’re trembling.”
“sion… fuck…”
“come for me. now.”
and you did.
forehead pressed against his, body arching, muscles clenching tight around him. sion groaned low, almost growling, continuing to move until he followed seconds later, hips pressed hard against yours, his breathing ragged on your neck.
for long moments, all that remained was silence, except for the heavy breathing and the sound of sweat dripping onto the floor.
he pulled out slowly, adjusting his clothes, and looked at you panting, eyes half-lidded.
“that’s what you get for training alone,” he said with a smirk.
you turned, still shaking.
“that’s what i get for you being a bastard.”
he leaned in, kissing the corner of you mouth.
“ah y/n, next time, try not to moan so loud, the rookies are practicing next door and the room is pretty echoey”
hi im back and insane about soft dom sugar daddy gunwook i just know he treats you like a princess and spoils you rotten
~ lei 🍫
link lowkey thinking abt sugar daddy wook w someone older… bc he’s so obsessed w you that he’s desperate to prove himself to you
gunwook had booked a hotel for the two of you to stay in for the night. he smiled warmly as he adjusted his glasses, gazing at you adoringly. he had just bought you a new lingerie set, having completely lost count of how many he’d bought you over the past month. “gosh, that looks absolutely stunning on you. you’re like something out of my dreams, pretty…” his eyes roamed appreciatively over your body before meeting your gaze again. “tell me, anything else i can do for you, princess? anything at all, i’d do anything for you…” you crawled towards the edge of the bed, palming him through his trousers. “want the most expensive champagne this hotel offers… want your dick too, wookie…” you whined with a pout. he inhaled sharply as your hand cupped his growing cock through his trousers, hips pressing into your touch. “mmm, as you wish, my insatiable princess.” he pulled out his phone from his pocket and placed an order for the most premium champagne possible.
hours passed and you were both tipsy now, gunwook pulling you onto his lap so you’re straddling him, large hands gripping your hips possessively. “need to feel that pretty pussy, all of it… come sit on my cock, princess, it’s all yours…” his fingers dug into your ass, leaving clear marks to show you were all his, at least tonight. you pulled your panties to the side, lowering yourself onto his thick length as you gasped out together. his hands went back to your hips, holding you in place as he started thrusting up with powerful strokes. “fuck, y/n, feel so good… so tight and wet around me…” he panted heavily, eyes wondering to where his cock disappeared inside your pussy over and over. “take every inch of this thick dick, princess… gonna give it to you all fucking night…”
lately ive been thinking about a hanbin and hao x reader threesome .. do u have any thoughts !!!
hiii i’m oki thank u, hbu? i saw this (nsfw link) and reminded me of them… sorry if this is lowkey a dumpster fire -> warning for mxm so don’t like? don’t read!
hanbin guided you onto hao’s lap, positioning your dripping cunt above his hard dick. you slowly sunk down, taking him deep. you and hao whined loudly, the sensation overwhelming the two of you immediately. “you both look so hot like this… so whiny and desperate…” hanbin praised, his gaze fixed on the sight before him. he continued to pump his cock in and out of hao’s hole, his speed picking up speed as you started to bounce on hao’s cock. “that’s it, ride it fast… make it overwhelming for him…” he urged, listening to your combined whimpers, his eyes now focused on the way your hips moved on top.
you obeyed, enthusiastically picking up your pace on hao’s cock. hanbin lifted hao’s legs higher, pounding into him with renewed urgency, the sound of skin slapping and hao’s desperate and pathetic cries filling the room. “take it all, hao… you like being used like this, huh?” hanbin asked teasingly, making direct eye contact with hao, making him squirm in embarrassment under you. “y-yes, love it,” hao responded, his voice barely above a whisper as he continued to cry at the sheer overstimulation. “go faster, make him cry harder, darling,” hanbin commanded in your ear, pinching your nipples between his fingers.
hao continues to sob, hanbin’s cock throbbing as the tears fall down his cheek. “poor thing… can’t handle this? can’t handle dick and pussy at the same time?” hanbin cooed, continuing to fuck hao relentlessly, finding pleasure in the way he writhed beneath you both.
────────────────────────
pls comment/rb/send asks with feedback!! this rlly encourages me ♡
imagine gunwook having you over at the dorm and we all know he has a double decker bed and while you guys were getting freaky the members came up for food and you gotta hide but gunwook wouldnt stop
at the sound of the door opening, gunwook quickly pulled the covers over the two of you, still buried deep inside you. he froze, holding still as matthew and taerae entered. “shh, stay quiet, baby, they can’t see us…” he whispered directly in your ear, the warm breath giving you goosebumps. despite the risk, he simply couldn’t help himself from thrusting slowly, trying to stay silent while he felt your warm depths around him. at the realisation, taerae blurted a quick “sorry!!” before rushing out the room while matthew just stood there.
gunwook felt matthew’s eyes on him, realising that you’ve been caught. he turned his head slowly to meet matthew’s gaze, cheeks flushing red. but even then, he doesn’t stop his slow thrusts, too far gone in pleasure to even think about stopping. “don’t stop, continue as if i’m not even here,” matthew encouraged, his cock evidently hardening in his shorts. gunwook starts to pound into you again, the bed shaking at the force. “such a good girl, taking it while he watches,” he groans in your ear, lost in lust. he rails you hard and fast, putting on a show just for his hyung to see as he palmed himself through his shorts
Summary: Your 4 year old child, is fighting with their dad over you. part 2
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ sylus
The sun had barely crept over the horizon when a small, warm weight landed on your stomach. You let out a soft groan, blinking sleep from your eyes as a tiny giggle filled the air.
“Mama! Wake up!”
A little girl with curly white hair and big red eyes beamed down at you, her chubby cheeks flushed with excitement. Your daughter, Elena, was already full of energy despite the early hour.
You reached out, gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. “Sweetheart, it’s too early… come cuddle with us instead.” You said as you hugged your daughter to your chest and laid on your side, using her like a small warm plushie to hold
Elena pouted, but before she could argue, a deep, gravelly voice interrupted.
“Excuse me, little one,” Sylus drawled from behind you, his arm tightening possessively around your waist. “I believe your mother is mine in the mornings.”
Elena huffed, climbing over you to plant herself between the two of you, effectively shoving Sylus away. “No! Mama is mine today.”
Sylus narrowed his dark red eyes, feigning insult. “Oh? And what am I supposed to do, hmm? Spend the morning alone?” He sighed dramatically, running a hand through his white, tousled hair. “How tragic.”
You smothered a laugh as Elena folded her arms, her tiny frame full of defiance. “You have all day with Mama. It’s my turn now! Get out of bed dada”
Sylus turned to you, his lips quirking into a smirk. “Sweetheart, tell our dear daughter that monopolizing her mother isn’t allowed.”
You stretched with a soft yawn, brushing your fingers through Elena’s soft curls before placing a hand on Sylus’ chest. “Sorry, love, but she does have a point.”
Sylus let out an exaggerated groan, flopping onto his back. “Betrayed. By my own wife and child.”
Elena giggled and latched onto your arm. “Come on, Mama! Let’s go make pancakes!”
Before you could even respond, she was already tugging you out of bed. You barely had time to throw on a robe before being dragged toward the kitchen.
Sylus followed at a much slower pace, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorway, watching the two of you. His lips twitched in amusement as Elena enthusiastically handed you ingredients, most of which you didn’t even need.
“Flour, eggs, milk,” you listed off, cracking an egg into the bowl.
“And chocolate chips!” Elena added excitedly.
“That wasn’t part of the original plan,” you teased, ruffling her hair.
“But Mama, chocolate makes everything better,” she argued.
You sighed dramatically. “Fine, fine. Chocolate it is.”
Elena cheered as you mixed the batter, and soon enough, the scent of warm pancakes filled the kitchen. You plated them neatly, setting them on the table, but before you could sit down, Sylus was already pulling you into his lap.
“Alright, little one,” he said, smirking at Elena. “I was patient. Now it’s my turn.”
Elena gasped. “No fair! You get Mama all the time!”
Sylus held you close, his lips brushing against your temple. “Exactly. Which is why I should get the first bite.”
Elena narrowed her eyes before suddenly grabbing a piece of pancake and stuffing it into your mouth. “Mama gets first bite!”
You nearly choked, laughing as Sylus sighed in mock defeat.
The morning continued like this, the two of them constantly bickering over who got more of your attention. If Sylus wrapped an arm around you, Elena would climb onto your lap. If Elena got you to braid her hair, Sylus would find a way to pull you into a slow, lingering kiss—only for Elena to dramatically cover her eyes and shout, “Eww, Papa!”
It was an endless tug-of-war, but one thing was clear: you were deeply, endlessly loved.
And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Caleb
The day had been long. Between running errands, cleaning up after a particularly chaotic dinner, and making sure your 4-year-old son had actually bathed instead of just splashing water everywhere, all you wanted was to crawl into bed and melt into your pillows.
But, of course, fate—or rather, the two most stubborn males in your life—had other plans.
Just as you pulled back the covers, ready to slide under the sheets, a little whirlwind of energy burst into the room. Your son, Noah, padded in with a determined expression, his favorite stuffed apple plush clutched in one arm.
“I’m sleeping with Mama tonight!” he declared, climbing onto the bed as if he owned it.
You sighed, already sensing the inevitable battle brewing.
“Noah,” you started patiently, “you have your own bed, sweetheart.”
“But I don’t want my own bed,” he pouted, scooting closer. “I wanna sleep here with you.”
Before you could formulate a response, heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway, and in walked Caleb, still in his colonel uniform, just back from the fleet, arms crossed over his broad chest. His sharp eyes immediately zeroed in on the intruder in his domain.
“Noah,” Caleb said, voice edged with authority. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Noah puffed out his little chest, glaring up at his father. “I’m sleeping with Mama.”
Caleb raised a brow. “No, you’re not. I sleep with Mama.”
“Well, not tonight.”
“Yes, tonight.”
“No!”
“Yes.”
You groaned, rubbing your temples. “Are you two seriously about to argue over this?”
Neither of them responded. Instead, they were locked in a silent battle of wills, Caleb towering over Noah, while Noah, unafraid, jutted his chin out defiantly.
“I got here first,” Noah announced.
“I’ve been here for years,” Caleb countered, placing a knee on the bed as if preparing for battle.
Noah tightened his grip on his stuffed apple plush. “Mama likes cuddling with me more!”
“Excuse me?” Caleb scoffed. “I am a very good cuddler. The best.”
“No, you’re too big! You take up all the space!”
“I do not—”
“You do! And you snore!”
Caleb looked personally offended. “I do not snore.”
“Yes, you do,” you cut in, unable to hold back your smirk.
Caleb’s mouth fell open, betrayal clear on his face. “Sweetheart—”
“It’s true, Daddy,” Noah added smugly. “You sound like a big grumpy bear.”
Caleb scowled. “I am a big grumpy bear.”
“I don’t wanna sleep with a grumpy bear.”
“I don’t wanna sleep with a tiny bed hog.”
Noah gasped dramatically. “I am not a bed hog!”
You sighed, leaning back against the pillows. watching the two go on and on “Alright, enough.”
Both of them snapped their heads toward you, watching as you pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration.
“You two fight over me every single night. And honestly?” You sighed, dragging yourself out of bed. “I’m sick of it.”
Caleb and Noah blinked.
“What?” Noah asked innocently.
You grabbed two pillows from the bed, shoving one into Caleb’s hands and the other into Noah’s tiny arms.
“You two can take this argument somewhere else.” You gestured toward the door. “Both of you—out.”
Noah’s jaw dropped. “But—”
Caleb furrowed his brows. “You’re kicking me out, too?”
“Yes. Out. Both of you.”
“But Mama—”
“No buts! I am going to sleep alone, in peace, without a four-year-old climbing all over me or a six-foot colonel trying to wrap himself around me like an octopus.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “Go fight over who gets the couch.”
Caleb narrowed his eyes. “I’m not sleeping on the couch.”
Noah smirked. “Guess I’ll get the couch, then.”
“Oh no, you won’t,” Caleb shot back.
You sighed and physically pushed both of them toward the door. “Out.”
Noah whimpered. “Mama, wait—”
“Goodnight, sweetheart.” You kissed his forehead before turning to Caleb. “And you—” You gave him a pointed glare. “Good. Night.”
Caleb exhaled through his nose, clearly displeased with the outcome. “This is mutiny.”
“Call it whatever you want, Colonel, but it’s happening.”
With that, you shut the door in their faces.
For a moment, there was silence. Then—
“This is your fault,” Caleb muttered.
“I still get the couch,” Noah replied smugly.
You grinned, sinking into your blissfully empty bed, enjoying the first real night of uninterrupted sleep in weeks.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Rafayel
Life with Rafayel was never dull. Being married to one of the most renowned artists in the world came with its own set of challenges—his erratic work schedule, his bursts of inspiration at ungodly hours, and, of course, the ever-looming threat of someone discovering his biggest secret.
Rafayel wasn’t just a celebrated painter, sculptor, and occasional recluse. he was also a Lemurian—a species of deep-sea mermen that most humans believed to be myths. Lemurians were creatures of the ocean, rarely venturing into the human world.
But Rafayel had. He had chosen to leave behind the waves, to live among humans, to build a life with you. And together, you had a daughter—little Seraphina—who had inherited his everything. His attitude, his stupidly handsome face shape, his genes left nothing for yours to take root in seraphina.
And now, the two of them were bickering. Again.
You rubbed your temples, exhaling deeply. “Can you two please stop fighting over me for five minutes?”
Rafayel, ever the dramatic artist, was sprawled on the couch with a faux-wounded expression, his purple hair draped over his face. “I cannot believe this betrayal,” he murmured. “I, your devoted husband, have been abandoned.”
Seraphina, all four years of attitude and tiny hands on her hips, stood her ground. “You had Mama all day! It’s my turn!”
Rafayel gasped, looking personally offended. “Excuse me, little guppy, but I believe it is always my turn.”
Seraphina pouted, her violet eyes—exactly like her father’s—narrowing. “Mama played with me first.”
“Mama kissed me first this morning.”
“Well—Mama let me sit on their lap while we ate breakfast.”
“Mama lets me sleep in the bed next to them.”
You groaned. “Rafayel, she’s four.”
“And?” He arched a perfect brow. “She must learn that a wife’s love belongs to her husband first.”
Seraphina huffed, turning to you with pleading eyes. “Mama, tell Daddy he’s being mean.”
You sighed, knowing full well that no answer would satisfy either of them.
Rafayel rolled onto his side, reaching a hand toward you as if on his deathbed. “My love, tell our traitorous offspring that no one can replace me in your heart.”
“I am not a traitor!” Seraphina stomped a tiny foot. “Mama loves me so much! Even more than you!”
Rafayel sat up instantly. “Oh, now that’s where you’re wrong.”
“No, I’m right!”
“You wish, little one.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose, wondering how your life had come to this—caught between two extremely possessive, competitive merfolk.
Seraphina suddenly latched onto your leg, wrapping herself around it like a tiny octopus. “Mine,” she declared.
Rafayel narrowed his eyes. “Excuse me?”
Seraphina stuck her tongue out at him.
Rafayel smirked. “Well then.” He cracked his knuckles and stretched his arms. “If that’s how you want to play it.”
In one swift motion, he scooped Seraphina up, ignoring her protests as he carried her toward the glass doors leading to the backyard’s infinity pool—built deep enough to accommodate his real form.
Seraphina’s eyes widened. “Wait—WAIT! What are you doing?!”
Rafayel grinned mischievously. “Throwing you back into the sea where you belong, little guppy.”
“NOOO!”
You laughed, watching as Seraphina clung to her father’s arm, suddenly realizing her fight for dominance might have backfired.
“Say it,” Rafayel teased, holding her above the water. “Say I win.”
Seraphina squirmed. “Never!”
Rafayel raised a brow. “Alright then—”
“MAMA HELP!”
You folded your arms, amused. “This seems like a father-daughter matter.”
Seraphina gasped at your betrayal. “Mama, no!”
Rafayel gave you a smug look. “Oh, so now you need me, hmm?”
Seraphina groaned dramatically before finally giving in. “Fiiiiiine. You win.”
Rafayel set her back on the ground, ruffling her purple hair. “That’s my girl.”
She huffed but then immediately clung to your side again. “But Mama still loves me more.”
Rafayel scoffed. “Dream on, little guppy.”
You sighed, shaking your head. This was your life now.
letting him fuck you without a condom for the first time.
it was a very welcome surprise to him, honestly. "raw? that's a hell of a lot of trust, huh, baby?" he murmured, his large hands pushing your thighs further apart. he wraps a hand around his cock, trailing the tip up and down your soaked slit. initially, he did it for the sole purpose of riling you up before he gave you what you want, but the feeling of your essence coating his sensitive tip ended up in his own undoing too.
as soon as he began to slowly push himself into you, he visibly lost all composure. his lips parted, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes glued to where you both met. "fuck, baby." he groaned deeply, adjusting to the sensation of being bare inside you for the first time. your warmth and wetness completely enveloped him, coating his cock with a glistening layer of arousal as he began to rock his hips.
"you gonna freak if i knock you up?" he asked, the words naturally falling from his lips. clearly, both of you were too far gone to think straight. his words took a while to register due to how good of a job he was doing, but once they did he could feel the effect that question had on you. he pushed deeper inside of you with each slow thrust. "you're just so fuckin' pretty like this, i might end up putting a baby in you." he continued on, his voice dropping an octave. he lowered himself to ghost a light kiss to your lips. his smirk grew as a new wave of arousal coated him.
"pretty baby's making a mess on my sheets," he chuckled, his own restraint being tested by this position. "you like that idea? want me to fill you up, honey?" he muttered as he fluttered soft kisses around your face. he noticed how your body responded to the way he was talking. he always did. he smirked at the realisation that he'd stumbled across something new to drive you up the wall. he lowered himself to his elbows, his arms on either side of your head as he held you. he grinned as you nodded, his face now only inches from yours. "look at me, baby." he whispered, noticing how out of it you were. you were getting so whiny. he gently tapped your cheek. as soon as your eyes met his, he began thrusting deeper and a little harder. you were making a mess all over the both of you at this point. you were both getting louder, breathier, more desperate. his hand gripped your thigh possessively as his other one rested near your head. "i love you," i murmured, his eyes locked on yours. "i love you so much," he continued, the intensity of the connection and situation being almost overwhelming.
his thrusts became more deliberate, repeatedly hitting that spot inside of you. he watched the way you reacted to everything he was doing and saying, breathy groans spilling from his lips. "i'm gonna cum inside you, baby." he spoke, "gonna knock you up. wanna make me a daddy?" he began rambling as he watched you gaze down at the sight of him disappearing inside of you.
"cum with me?" he asked breathlessly. "please, cum for me baby," he continued, almost begging. "you can do it," he encouraged, his fingers finding that bud between your thighs. it wasn't long until you both came, riding out the intense waves of pleasure. he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, praising you for doing so well. that definitely would not be the last time you did this.
sungchan, eunseok, anton, hanbin, jiwoong, gyuvin, gunwook, jaehyun, johnny, yuta, jeno, jaemin, mark, jisung, haechan, kun, yangyang, soobin, taehyun, jake, sunghoon, jay, heeseung, mingyu, wonwoo, scoups, vernon, juyeon, sangyeon, sunwoo, hyunjae, eric and anyone else you wish to add in
theartofmadeline
germansingergirl
2087
jbbartram-illu
turnnoffyourmind
ellievsbear
