Pairing: Luke Pearce, Artem Wing, Vyn Richter, Marius von Hagen x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, doggie style, sexual stamina, mating press, cunnilingus, handjob, fingering
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A/N: I started working out more! Building up that stamina alright.
LUKE
Doesn't mind that you have a bit more stamina than he does, he actually finds it impressive. But just because he can't fuck you with his cock he can still get you to come more times than he does by eating you out and stroking himself to full hardness again. Whenever his cock goes soft and he says he's tired that automatically means you're getting his cum eaten out of you next. So there's no real rush to get him to match your stamina.
ARTEM
Wants to make you ride him as long as possible and knows you have a bit of trouble keeping up with that. That's perfectly fine, that's what his fingers are for, for you to practice when his cock becomes too much for your sensitive pussy to handle. Although he won't push for that if you really are that tired at the end of the day, however it does get him going when you grab him by the wrist and angle two of his fingers towards yourself. He could watch you all day and night.
VYN
Puts you in a mating press so he can stare at your face as he overstimulates you. It is a ego thing for him, just a little bit, knowing that he can get you to come on his cock so easily and barely be able to ask for more. When your legs go fully slack in his hands he slows down to an almost crawling pace until he gets you to come one more time, squeezing his cock nicely. Very slowly he pulls out, and makes sure to give your cunt a gentle kiss as a parting gift.
MARIUS
Fucks you from behind because you don't have to do that much until he gets tired. But once he does he fully expects you to bring that same energy, to move your hips against his and make your ass clap against his thighs until he shoots his cum into your womb. If you're not moving fast enough he will slap your clit as a punishment, making you even more overstimulated. However you're a good girl, who always does the best she can for him.
SYNOPSIS. marrying the person you are in love with has to be the best decision you have ever made. here, we explore the daily life of these four suitors as newlyweds.
CHARACTERS. luke pearce, artem wing, vyn richter, marius von hagen
CONTENT. f!reader. married au. fluff, suggestive (artem & marius). 1.3k wc. rewrite of the newlyweds at my old main blog @/verxsyon. reader can be imagined either as rosa or an original character.
VERA. i don’t play this game much anymore, but i miss my boy luke.
𝄞༉‧₊˚. LUKE PEARCE
epitome of childhood friend romance. he’s the top tier bestie anyone could ask for.
he has been with you for as long as you can remember – through thick and thin, and through the good and the ugly. it’s natural for him to make jokes here and there around you, including marrying you when he comes back to stellis. little did you know, he was very serious about it. years later he will be at your door to put a ring on your finger, and the rest is history.
whenever he comes home from work, you are either cooking in the kitchen or sleeping on the couch while the TV is on. you two have a special welcome home greeting, which starts with a kiss on your temple followed by an exchange of heys.
“hey, lu.” to which he responds, “hey, you.” and afterwards, he’ll pepper more kisses along your jaw until he places one upon your lips before asking how your day went.
he loves to update you about his investigations. realizing that he can’t keep everything to himself, his goal is to confide in at least one person he can trust. it makes you so happy to hear that he’s enjoying his job despite the amount of stress he may be experiencing.
on his day-offs, he’ll marathon crime shows with you — popcorn, drinks, and everything. his favorite show to marathon is sherlock since he is inspired by him.
he claims to miss you whenever he’s away for long hours performing his investigations. to cope with his concern, your husband keeps a picture of you in his breast pocket so you’ll always be in his heart no matter where you are in the world.
𝄞༉‧₊˚. ARTEM WING
he may appear cold and strict on the outside, but is actually a warm and awkward softie on the inside.
due to his status as basically being married to his job as a senior attorney, romance is the least of his worries until you enter his life. his approach to you for a date isn’t as smooth as the both of you had expected, but he improved in that aspect when he popped the question.
even after months into your marriage, he still doubts how he gives you affection. are his lips in the right place? is he holding your hand right? ever since the incident where he accidentally groped below your back when he was trying to hug you, he remains self-conscious whenever he touches you.
to make him comfortable with initiating intimacy, you would walk around the house half-naked and observe his reaction from there. instead of admiring your body, he rushes to lend you a piece of his clothing to cover yourself. what a gentleman indeed, but this is not the result you wanted.
“artem, honey.” he flinches at the heat enveloping his front. the sight of your bare legs makes his skin flush and paralyzes his movements. you guide his hands to your sides with a gentle smile on your face. “relax. you’re doing everything more than perfectly.”
a hidden talent of his is that he can cook, and my goodness his food is brilliant. on some days when you come home late at night, seeing a delicious platter by your husband is quite the treat. to further practice his romantic skills, he would set up wine, candles, and flowers as well. to be honest, he doesn’t need to go all out because cooking dinner is already romantic enough for you.
he is fond of children, especially their positive energy. in fact, it’s canon that he visits orphanages and hangs around them. the moment you step into one, he knows that the children will automatically love you. he would be lying if he said he didn’t imagine having a family with you, but time will tell when the two of you will be ready.
𝄞༉‧₊˚. VYN RICHTER
a wise person once said, “he is the whole package.” a psychiatrist who is also a criminal psychologist and he’s hot as hell? not to mention that he’s also good at pretty much everything the universe has to offer.
his emotions are still hard to read even after marrying him, but he’s trying his best to make them transparent. although you can’t tell in plain sight, he appreciates every single thing about you, most especially your belief in him being loved.
in addition, he appreciates your knowledge in classical music. you have brought up the fact that you did play piano a while back multiple times while the two of you were still dating. his wedding gift to you was a grand piano, which made you cry not because he had thought of you, but because it cost thousands. that being said, you are touched that he had thought of you.
the grand piano surprise motivates you to regain and refine your musical skills from the past. you challenge yourself by practicing a difficult piece, which vyn recognizes almost immediately just by a few notes. your hands crash and burn against the white keys, startled by your husband’s sudden presence.
“keep playing, my love.” he snakes an arm around your waist to pull you into a kiss. “you are doing so well.”
besides psychology, he’ll be glad to teach you some of his hobbies such as equestrianism and gardening. in comparison to luke, he is also quite knowledgeable in areas either related to or outside of his expertise. you don’t know whether to admire or fear the capacity of his intellect.
whenever he’s free of work, he’ll take you on bike rides around the city and perhaps have picnics at the park. spending time with his spouse is what he deserves from juggling between teaching students to treating patients to solving cases on a daily basis.
𝄞༉‧₊˚. MARIUS VON HAGEN
a little shit. always a little shit, but is your little shit who deserves a slap in the face (affectionate).
your first meeting with the heir of the pax group was insufferable to say the least, justified by his constant teasing and duping. he was a person that you wanted to avoid at all costs, but he eventually managed to win your heart and settle down with you.
the von hagen household isn’t itself without the two of you bickering left and right. the topics in questions are usually miniscule, and marius is aware that lawyers do not invest their time in such types. he always forfeits from the arguments in your favor, suggesting that he’ll make it up to you with gifts.
speaking of gifts, he loves spoiling you with a range of his own paintings to stuffed animals from the arcade to luxurious brands of the pax group. he has done so much for you already, you tell him to stop buying all those things. of course, he doesn’t listen and still does it anyway to keep you happy.
the ultimate king – pun intended – of teasing doesn’t let you breathe in peace, whether that be in public or at home. as an act of revenge, you do the same. except more… spicy.
he sometimes catches you in your robe when he comes home from work. he seems to not suspect much other than you look very sexy in it; after all, he was the one who bought it. you’ll make your intentions known by whispering in his ear, “i’m not wearing anything under.” let’s just say he doesn’t waste any time to wipe that so-called innocent smile off your face.
somewhat on the same side of the spectrum, he paints portraits of you which he hangs around the house. you made a mistake of telling him to “draw me like one of your french girls”, and now he won’t stop pestering you to take your clothes off. the paintings of you are priceless; they’re for his eyes only.
Characters: Artem Wing; Luke Pearce; Marius von Hagen; Vyn Richter
Warnings: Just a bit of sadness, but lots of comfort
꒷꒦⊹ 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐦 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠
Artem realizes something is wrong the moment you pass through the door
Even if you try to hide, he knows something happened
He knows how stressful bad days can be so all he wants is to make you feel better
Artem approaches you gently, caressing your cheek and giving you soft kisses
The first thing he will suggest is a bath together, but not in a sexual way, in a way he can be close and help you, massaging your sore shoulders and relaxing you
After it, he will take you to the movie theater and bring snacks so you two can just stay together for a while, enjoying anything outside of the real world out there
And when it is late, he will take you to the bed and cuddle with you
Or just stay by your side if you prefer
Either way, Artem will forever be there for you, even on bad days
꒷꒦⊹ 𝐋𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐞
This boy is affected when he sees your state after a long and stressing day
Immediately he is by your side, asking what happened and if you're okay
Of course he filters all the questions he want to ask to not bother you that much
He takes all the things from your hands and tells you to not worry about anything anymore
He prepares a nice bath for you, so you can relax a bit and just have a moment of quietness and peace
After you leave, he is already there with your favorite food, drink and even sweets
He tries all the best to make you laugh and relax, just so you have a time out of the stressful days
And prepare yourself because he will be clingier than usual, ready to hug all the sadness put of you
Bad days or not, you will always have a good calming moment with him
꒷꒦⊹ 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧
Oh dear, if there's something this man does not accept is to see his lover on a bad mood
He just knows how stressful work/college days can be and all the problems that come with them
So do not worry, Marius will not let that affect you at all!
He will be clingy! He will cuddle every single bad feeling from you away, kiss all the worry out from your mind
It doesn't matter how long it will take, he will help you relax
Whatever you want to do, he will do it!
If you prefer to go out on a dinner, maybe watch a movie or just take a nice long bath, he will listen and support you
He will take every single thing related to your stress away from your view
Forget about papers, work and etc, you'll only see them again when he is sure you are fine
Marius will massage your shoulders, while giving you kisses every now and then
Get your favorite snacks, sweets and drinks while sitting by your side and bringing you closer to him
And when it is bed time, his hands will softly caress your cheeks so you will have all the comfort in the world
As your lover, Marius will never allow you to be stressed or overwork yourself
He will always be there to remember you, you also need care
꒷꒦⊹ 𝐕𝐲𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫
Vyn notices something is wrong the moment you arrive
If you barely talk to him or if you just want to stay impossibly close to him, anything different, he just knows something happened
At first, he tries to ask, delicately, if anything happened
If you don't wish to answer, he will wait for you to open to him whenever you're ready
If you tell him right away, he will listen to you
Either way, he will be prepared to make you feel better! Bad days happen, and they're always stressful
However, when you have a Vyn by your side, things get better
First, he will suggest you to take a bath to relax a bit
He will get you something nice to eat, something you like, sweet or savory, he will bring it to you
Then, you two might watch a movie together, listen to music or maybe just talk about nice and funny things
He will totally give you kisses and cuddles if you want to
However, if you prefer to just enjoy his company without any kind of physical contact, it is okay too
What matters to him after all is your happiness and safety
artem gets drunk very easily, and it’s in those moments of dizzy intoxication that he let you see his true feelings, the ones he kept so close to his heart, scared to let anyone see.
you were often the one taking him home after gatherings and events, seeing him at varying levels of intoxication which would be ignored by the both of you the next time you saw each other at work. tonight, he wasn’t fall-over-drunk, more like clingy drunk, what with the way his hands never left your body.
“you’re… soft…” he mumbled as you laid him down on his bed. the first couple of time you took him home you just set him down on the couch, but the next day at work you saw him nursing a sore neck, so you decided to start tucking him into his bed instead. his hands drifted down your side, touching whatever he could. they slowly slid under your shirt, giving you enough time to push him away, to tell him off and leave him. but you didn’t. you didn’t. why weren’t you pushing him away? he was too dizzy to think straight, however. he wanted to touch you, that’s all he knew.
“soft and warm…” he mumbled, squeezing your waist.
“mr wing-“ you gasped.
his head lolled to the side, a grumble leaving his throat as he reached higher. “can i? can you stay tonight? please?”
you never thought you would see mr artem wing so fragile, pleading with you, begging for you so stay with him. he had the sweetest puppy dog eyes you had ever seen, glazed over from the alcohol coursing through his system. he was very bad at saying no to toasts, so he had ended up drinking more than he could handle, which wasn’t saying much since he had a low alcohol tolerance anyway.
a soft sigh left your lips. he thought they were so pretty, and he longed to feel them on his own. but it wouldn’t be right. not like this, anyway. “mr wing…” you placed your hand on his forehead, brushing back his sweat slicked bangs. “i… i’m not sure it would be right…”
you did want to climb in next to him, to be in his embrace, to make sure he slept comfortably through the night, but he was your boss. your partner at the firm. and most of all, he was drunk right now.
“artem, you’re really drunk right now, i don’t know if you-“
“please.” he grasped your hand tight, you could feel the thump of his heartbeat from his wrist. “i need you… to stay… please stay with me."
you knew that you couldn't deny him, even if you tried. all of his pleading and his begging went right to your heart and made you feel sorry for him. "alright," you sighed softly. "i guess i can stay for a little."
his face lit up like a kid in a candy store, paired with the flush on his cheeks and his glassy, watery eyes, you almost forgot he was your boss. he wasn't supposed to be looking at you this way, and yet he couldn't stop himself. "thank you," he smiled, pulling the covers down so you could lay next to him. as soon as you hit the matress, he scooped you into his arms, burying his face into your neck. "so nice... smell so good... so soft..." he rambled, a quiet mumble into your neck as if you couldn't hear him. you, of course, relented to him, letting yourself melt comfortably into his embrace. this was nice. this was really nice. he was warm and comfortable, and his grip on you didn't let up. his breath was hot against your skin, and his lips tickled a sensitive spot on your neck you didn't even know you had. he, of course, noticed your reaction, and kissed that spot with a tenderness you didn't know he had.
"mr wing-"
"artem." he corrected you firmly, his words muffled against you.
"artem, you're drunk. you really need to go to sleep," you chided, only to receive a peppering of kisses to your neck.
"fine. but you can't leave. you have to be here in the morning." you could sense his pouting, and as he looked back up at you, you saw his pleading puppy eyes.
"you'll regret asking me to stay when you wake up in the morning."
"i won't. promise." he said hastily.
"after this it'll be awkward. we can't go back to the way we used to be before." you tried to throw everything you could think of to deny the comfort of being in his arms, the warmth of his embrace and his lips on your skin.
"i don't want to go back." his voice was low, sleep finally creeping into his words. "i want this... you... forever."
artem wing, despite being drunk, was committing himself to you from that day on. and when he awoke the next morning with you still asleep in his arms, he couldn't help but to pull you closer, kissing the top of your head with a loving reverence, before the hangover really started to hit him.
Artem Wing is a man of many things. Responsible, efficient, composed. But there’s one person who always somehow makes him lose his composure completely.
You.
And right now, he doesn’t even know how he ended up in this situation.
He’s against the wall while you’re standing close to him, your arm stretching up to put your hand on the wall by his head as you look up at him.
The warmth radiating off of your body is enough to send him into a spiral, heat flushing up from his neck to his ears as he looks down at you.
You tilt your head to the side quizzically as you look up at him, your brows drawing down in concentration. “Hmmm…no. This won’t work. I’m not intimidating enough.” You mutter, taking your hand off the wall as you back away from him.
“I’ll be back okay? Don’t move!” You call back at him as you go to retrieve something.
When you’re out of sight, Artem lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, putting his hands on his hips as he takes deep breaths to calm his racing heart.
When you come back, you’re holding a stool, putting it in front of him as you stand on top of it.
“Yes, this is better.” You say, smiling. Now that you’re on top of the stool, you have an inch or two of height over him.
Artem clears his throat as he looks up at you, blushing. “What exactly is this that you’re doing?” He mutters.
“It’s called a kabedon. In anime or manga, the male lead does this to female lead whenever he feels jealous or possessive. Or simply because he just wants to fluster her.” You explain.
“So-” You begin as you lean forward and place your forearm on the wall, staring into his eyes intensely, “Artem, who was that woman you were talking to at the office?” You whisper teasingly with a hint of possessiveness.
Artem’s eyes are blown wide as his lips part slightly, his ears turning pink. “I was? Or…are you talking about Celestine?” He avoids your gaze as he looks to the side.
Seeing the way he blushes as he avoids your intense gaze only spurs you on even more, your lips quirking up into a smirk as you put your hand underneath his chin, turning his head to face you.
“Why are you looking away, hm? Are you nervous Artem?” You tease.
He sputters slightly as his face turns red. “W-why are you even doing this?” His fists are clenched so tightly at his sides they’re turning almost white.
You laugh as you pull away from, and for a second, he thinks you’re finally going to give him some breathing room, but nope. Not this time.
Before he can react, you’re leaning forward to place a quick kiss on his lips as you cling to his neck, your feet leaving the stool as you dangle from him. “I’m just teasing. It was fun seeing you get flustered.”
His arms quickly come to wrap around your waist to prevent you from falling, leaning off of the wall as you wrap your legs around his torso.
“Be careful. You could have fallen.” He scolds lightly, his hands coming to hold underneath your legs to support you.
“It’s okay, even if I did, I know you will catch me.” You say as you nuzzle into his neck.
Artem sighs as he feels his entire body go hot, his pulse beating erratically as he carries you.
Yeah…he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to this.
a/n: *sigh,* I love flustering a 6 feet tall, 29 years old man, senior attorney, and son of the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court. 😔✊🥀
or: zayne eats you out on his desk when you visit him at work
“Oh my—” Your eyes roll back in your head as your lips part to form an O. “Fuck!”
Zayne hums against your clit, sucking against the sensitive skin.
You hiss air in through your teeth and snap your head down to watch him. His gaze already awaited yours; the hazel-green of his iris is swallowed by his blown pupils. Your back arches involuntarily in response to the pleasure his tongue gives you. “That feels so good,” you moan, running your hands through his hair.
Zayne parts his lips and kisses your clit in an obscene, sloppy tongue-kiss, ending the motion by pouting his lips against your cunt and sucking your clit. The sight is debauched and indulgent, reminding you of the slow kisses he teases your other lips with while you sit on his lap and help him wind down after a long day.
He french-kisses your cunt again before pulling back and pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “You need to keep your voice down, sweetheart,” he gently chastises. “These walls are thick, but they aren’t impressive enough to conceal your volume.”
“I’m sorry,” you immediately reply, needing to feel his lips back on you. “I’ll be quiet.” You deigned not to remind him that it had been HIM who asked you to say his name, leading you to lose control of your volume, but in the current atmosphere, you didn’t quite feel like bringing up semantics if it meant it would take longer for him to make you cum.
“Good.” He cracks a small, handsome smile, leaning into your touch while you run your fingers through his hair. “I don’t want to get interrupted and stop before I can finish here.” He leans back in between your thighs, and you have to clasp a hand over your mouth to stifile the moan that rose in your throat.
It was so sexy—how he spoke of making you cum as something for him. But Zayne always had been quite the giver.
His eyes flutter shut, and his brows crease as he traces tight, wet circles around your clit with his tongue. “Mmm!” Your pleased whine is muffled by your palm, but you cannot control your thighs that begin to tremble around his head. The hand in his hair tightens against his scalp, while the hand on his desk beside you crumples a paper you really hope can be reprinted.
Zayne’s arms are wrapped around your legs; his hands grip your thighs to hold you steady and keep your cunt pressed to his mouth while he eats you out. He shakes his head from side to side, dragging his soft tongue against you.
It aches where he pleases you, never enough, and simultaneously too much. You want him inside you, above you, below you, around you—to be consumed by him and to be consuming him. Your hands can't run along enough skin on the nape of his neck, your nails can’t dig hard enough into the muscle planes of his back as your body jerks forward and you latch onto him for dear life.
You bite down hard on your bottom lip while Zayne grunts into your cunt, sending blissful vibrations down to your very core. He flattens his tongue and rubs your clit in circles expertly, as he has done a thousand times before.
And it’s too much.
“Z-zayne.” You manage to gasp out his name without crying it for the whole hospital night staff to hear.
He knows exactly what that sound means, so attuned with your body and how your clit twitches against his tongue and your needy entrance pulses around nothing. He wishes he could fill you, even with just his fingers, but he knew that kind of pleasure would be too much for now, so he settled for only using his tongue.
He nods, holding your eyes with his blissed out gaze. The tips of his ears and his cheeks are a handsome red, all flushed in his own arousal and pride at making his beautiful partner feel so good. He tells you to let go with his stare, to cum all over his tongue and make a mess of his mouth, to use him and ride it out until your body becomes boneless with satiation.
So that’s exactly what you do.
“Zayne, Zayne, Zayne—” You chant his name, your final cry strained as your lips fall open and your orgasm crashes into you. You gasp against the onslaught of pleasure while he continues to gently lick your cunt, careful not to add too much pressure to your clit directly lest he overstimulates you without meaning to.
The pleasure is so intense. Your abdomen jerks uncontrollably as you ride it out on his tongue. You feel entirely out of control of your body, your legs shaking and your arms taut as you hold his head against you, but your mind is calm and a sea of white, knowing that you are in the safest place in the world.
Zayne removes his mouth from between your legs and stands from the floor of his desk. He wipes the evidence of your pleasure from his mouth with his thumb and steps between your thighs. Using his thumb and pointer finger, he tilts your boneless head up to face him, slightly smirking at the blissed-out expression on your face. “Are you satisfied?” he asks.
In response, you lean into his chest and wrap your arms around him, nuzzling into his abdomen.
Zayne grunts in surprise, pausing with his arms in the air before he chuckles and reciprocates your touch. He strokes your hair with a strong hand, drawing his fingers down to cradle the back of your head while he draws his hand up and down your back in a soothing manner. “I’ll set up the couch for you. I have a few post-op tasks to complete, and then we can go home, alright?”
He leans back to see your face and bends down to press a kiss to your nose, making you blink one of your eyes shut at his closeness. “Are you tired?” he whispers.
You nod, feeling your eyelids be weighed down by boulders the longer your stay in his embrace.
You’re so exhausted, you hardly recognize you’re being lifted until he’s setting you down on the plush couch in his office. Your head sinks into the decorative pillow at the arm of the couch, before a weight is placed atop you.
“My jacket,” he explains, crouching to come face to face with you. “To keep you warm.” He leans in and presses a slower, more sensual kiss against your lips, lingering selfishly. He pulls away to brush his fingers against your cheek. “Sleep well, my love.”
ʚ cont— fwb toji x fem!reader, toji is packing, humping, clit play, unprotected sex, no penetration, dirty talk, teasing, slight manhandling
The burning pain is so concentrated, it's too overwhelming to focus on anything else. He told you to breathe through your nose and relax your body, but it seems your body is at odds with those very instructions.
It feels as if he’s ripping you open from the center, no pleasure laced with the pain despite how he rubs your clit in perfect circles with his thumb.
After a moment, the pain disappears; left in its place is only an ebb of pain as evidence that he was there at all.
Something warm and wet bumps against your clit, making your thighs twitch involuntarily. It soothes the ache, making your inner muscles clench around nothing in anticipation.
You look between your legs to find Toji rubbing his swollen cock head against your clit in circles. The veins in his hands press against his skin from beneath, making your mouth water.
“You’re still too tight,” he says, his dark, low-lidded eyes on yours. “Gotta loosen up for me.”
You chew on the inside of your cheek as warmth creeps up your neck. “You’re too big,” you scold. “It isn’t my fault. That thing is a monster.”
He smirks, raising a brow before thrusting his hips so his cock rubs upwards against your most sensitive spot in a repetitive sliding motion that makes your head spin. He glances down for a moment before spitting on your cunt, his saliva landing just above your opening. “I worked you open. Made you cum twice with my fingers and tongue.” He slaps his cock against your pussy a few times, his amusement growing at the sound and sight of your arousal sticking to his cock head.
He starts humping your pussy, sliding his cock between your cunt while bumping your clit with each thrust. The sensation completely erases the prior discomfort from before as pleasure seeps into your body, making you dizzy.
“It's still not…” Your eyes flutter, and your lips part as your legs tighten around his waist.
“Hmm?” Toji leans over you, grabbing your jaw with one hand while bracing his weight on the mattress beside you. “Still not what?” he prompts.
Your gasps turn breathy as the pleasure slowly leaks into your stomach. The warmth blossoms like a flower spreading its petals, becoming an all-encompassing bliss you can hardly think through. “Fuck, Toji,” You gasp. “Oh, fuck.”
He hisses through his teeth before biting his lip and glancing between the two of you to watch how his cock rubs against your pussy. His head appears from between your lips with each thrust, shining with your conjoined arousal. “Fuck, that’s pretty.”
He glances back up at you. Squishing your cheeks together, he leans down until your lips are nearly touching. “Gonna cum like this? Hm? While I fuck that sore little clit?”
“Oh my—” Your nails dig into his back. Your hips begin to match his rhythm, thrusting up in time with his movements. “Yes. Yes. Shit, Toji. That feels so good.”
He releases a sound half between a sigh and a groan before he presses his lips to yours with urgency. He wastes no time in gently introducing his tongue and rather forces his tongue into your mouth, squeezing your jaw with his fingers.
Your moans get lost in the kiss, mingling with his as his throat becomes more frantic. He’s grunting into the sloppy kiss, his breath tickling your cheeks.
He breaks the kiss to moan against your lips. His eyes roll back in his head. “Mmm—” His cheeks are flushed red with arousal. “I’ll fuck you another day,” he groans. “I need to shoot all over this pretty cunt.”
“M-hmm,” you agree while your bottom lip finds its way between your teeth. “Please. Oh god. I’m so close, Toji.”
The noise he releases is so raw and honest that it makes the heat shoot through your entire body. He keeps fucking his cock right where you need it, rubbing your clit over and over again so perfectly. Your nails dig into his back harder as your back arches.
Toji groans in response, his hips canting in reaction to the pain. “Mean fucking hands, baby,” he groans, biting his lip. “Harder. I wanna see it tomorrow.”
The tips of your fingers go numb from how hard you dig your nails into his shoulder blades. Your body tenses, dragging your fingers upwards and leaving angry red marks in their wake. Distantly, somewhere in your semi-conscious mind, you feel a trickle of wetness against his skin.
“More p-pressure, Toji,” you gasp. “I’m right there. ‘m right there, please—”
Toji reaches between you and presses on his shaft, increasing the pressure of his cock against your clit. He leans down by your neck and pulls your lobe into his mouth with his teeth, biting teasingly before sucking to ease the pain. “Let me feel that tight pussy cum for me.”
Your mind splinters with the power of your orgasm. You cry out into the room, your abdomen jerking repeatedly as the tension inside you snaps. “Fuck- Fuck- Fuck-” You repeat the curse as a mantra as he works your orgasm out of you, pressing his thumb against the head of his dick right over your clit.
Toji grits his teeth and groans before pulling back his cock and aiming it at your cunt. His eyes are downwards at your pussy as the first rope of cum shoots from his dick, landing over your pussy in an obscene show of his satisfaction.
His eyes roll with every wave of his release, the tips of his ears burning red.
You catch your breath and run your arms down his biceps, soothing his tense muscles in long strokes as the last of his orgasm flows out of him.
“You made a mess,” you tease through a smile, looking down at where his cum is splattered all over the outside of your cunt and lower stomach. You can feel him dripping down your ass and know he must’ve made an even worse mess that you can’t see.
Toji grunts, wiping the head of his softening cock through said mess before pressing the head to your opening.
You grit your teeth at the soreness of his earlier attempts.
“Yeah,” he grunts hoarsely. “A very pretty mess.” He doesn’t attempt to push into your opening, just teases you there, but it’s enough to make you tighten up in anticipation—something Toji feels that makes a smirk dimple the corners of his lips. His pleasure-droopy eyes look up to find yours knowingly.
“Shut up and get off me,” you groan, pushing at his bare abdomen.
“All this and you’re still scared to take me in here,” he chuckles.
You tuck your legs to your chest and attempt to roll out from under him, but his massive body doesn’t allow it. Your gaze snaps to his with a pout.
Instead of deterring him, his smile only grows. He pinches your cheek condescendingly, eyes darting across your face. “No one should look so unhappy after coming so many times and so hard.”
“You’re so full of yourself,” you say, but the words are slurred, courtesy of the massive bastard holding your cheek hostage. “I need to stop fucking you.”
He gives you a knowing look.
“I said I need to,” you emphasize. “Not that I will. Because I am very, very stupid.”
He releases your cheek only to pat your face a few times. “Yeah, but you make such a good girl.”
ryomen sukuna who is smitten with sweet, slightly clueless reader
ryomen sukuna was off limits.
all the cheerleaders knew it. all his fellow jocks knew it. hell even the younger female professors, who couldn't help but stare at him , knew it.
he is built like a greek god and acts like a retired sergeant. no one can tear their gaze off him when he is on the field , and yet no one truly dares to approach him when he is off the field either.
he has a nasty personality that doesn't shy away from saying "fuck off " right on the face of even the prettiest cheerleader—hence shattering her confidence completely. rumours even suggested that said girl never dared confess to anyone ever again.
you were just a happy go lucky.
sweet dresses, pretty jewellery, neat hair. you were just a girl with a sweet, slightly clueless personality. everyone's friend and enemy of none and so on and so forth.
you had your own circle of close people—even though one could count them on the phalanges of a single digit.
a different world from the one in which the formidable campus king ruled.
hell, no one could have ever suspected in a million years that ryomen sukuna would cross paths with you. or that he would , quite literally, trip over himself while he watched you feed a stray kitten.
who would have known that his eyes would track your easy smiles and register your presence in every room you entered.
and that he would carry you out of a frat party, drunken and smiling and giggling into his chest, all the while safely nestled in his arms, as if you had him wrapped around your little fingers.
in all honesty, you did.
the ryomen sukuna was in love
with you .
you, who wished on airplanes and made it a regular habit of quizzing him about the various shapes he could decipher from the clouds above.
you , to whom laughs came easily. you who was happy with giving away your meals to stray animals.
no one expected the formidable captain would be so besotted with a girl .
ryomen who never gave any woman the time of his day , would become so enamored by you that he wouldn't be able to tear his gaze off of you.
the students would gape openly when they saw him waiting for you outside your class, walking with you to your next class.
or the bomb—gently tucking your hair behind your ear.
ryomen sukuna did not do soft or sweet.
but he did... apparently. for you. with you.
ryomen sukuna didn't let random girls kiss his cheek. but you weren't a random girl. you were his girl.
so his teammates stared slack jawed at the light lipstick stained kiss on his cheek—averting their gazes before they could be faced with his wrath for staring too long.
ryomen sukuna didn't carry other girls baggage for them. so why were his arms full of art supplies and projects even though his major had absolutely nothing to do with it?
it was called being smitten, ofcourse .
with you.
who , for ryomen, hung the stars and moon in his sky.
ryomen sukuna asks sweet reader he is smitten with on a date
ryomen sukuna was a lot of things. he was broody, he was stoic and harsh and absolutely detested the saying "think before you speak".
but what he wasn't was a bumbling idiot. (?)
"the uh coffee...at that place...is um—" sukuna's gaze trailed from your wide doe eyed stare to the slight quirk of your pretty pink lips.
his brain short circuited, "...cute" he finished.
you had to fight yourself to not giggle at the tall handsome, slightly scowling man before you as he said the word 'cute'.
"oh? whats the name ? i would like some cute coffee!" you asked innocently.
meanwhile sukuna—whose brain had absolutely gone to the gutters imagining the taste of those pretty pink lips— had to mentally slap himself out of his reverie.
his brain went on an overdrive trying to remember the name of the coffee shop. but the problem was he was more of a protein shake and solely depended on the coffee maker in his dorms for his black black coffee without any sugar or milk.
suffice to say he was very lost.
"ijishi ?" it sounded more like a question.
this time you did giggle. ijishi was a steak house. clearly not in the business of selling cute coffees.
sukuna wasn't sure why it was funny to you, but he counted it as a win because it made you happy.
you cleared your throat, "i was actually craving some steak! i heard ijishi also happens to have some great steak."
your fingers moved to interwine with his , as you stepped closer to him. you tilted your face upwards , smiling at him "...maybe we can have some?"
sukuna was not easily flustered. his feathers certainly weren't easily ruffled. and he definitely didn't blush.
"...ofcourse" was all he could manage.
his brain was currently occupied with taking notes of the finer details—like how your fingers aligned absolutely perfectly with his, and your palm was so soft in his hand. and your eyes. damn they were sparkling in the sunlight.
some of your friends called out your name, reminding you that class was starting in ten minutes.
you went on your tip toes , placing a quick peck on his cheek, leaving a light lipstick stained kiss.
"great! I'm off to class now, pick me up then!" you said happily as you turned to leave.
sukuna willed his heart rate to slow down as he watched your pretty floral dress slowly disappear in the crowd of the students.
date secured.
see? he wasn't bad at this at all like his teammates claimed.
you and him have been dating for some time now, and at first he was pretty normal about it. of course, he didn’t understand everything that comes with being someone’s boyfriend and was obviously nervous whenever you’d both do anything romantic.
but now…he’s the one who makes you nervous. everywhere that you go, and i mean everywhere, he is always there. even if you can’t see him.
you’re in the kitchen making something? he’ll hug you from behind and hinder your movement, and when you scold him he’ll just stand next to you instead; just staring at the side of your face.
if you‘re taking a shower, he wont get in with you, but he will sit on the toilet and just talk to you about his day.
even when you’re in public and you need to use the restroom, he will stand right outside of the bathroom holding all of your things. at first you had to teach him that he can’t just waltz into the women’s restroom, and he was confused, but now he just waits patiently for you.
in other words, choso is soso clingy to you. he wants to be near you every second of the day. of course he’ll leave you alone when you ask him to, but not without whining a little and making it obvious that he’s bored without you. to him, just sitting in your presence is enough to entertain him and make him happy.
caleb being obsessed with how her pussy stretches over the thick, relentless shape of his cock.
he pushes it in midway, only to pull it out again to feel that tight ring pop around his fat tip. it makes his balls tighten and his shaft pump with blood, soft groans croaking from him each time he feels her swallow him in. he’s terribly fond of seeing her legs spread impossibly wide for him, calves folded onto the back of her thighs. he’ll smirk, muttering “you’d stay like this forever for me, wouldn’t you? just a pretty little hole for your brother to stick his dick into whenever he needs to get off…” and she’s just sobbing as he begins to pound into her ruthlessly, ashamed but still screaming out his name, chanting for him to keep going, ‘please don’t stop!’ and trust, he won’t. he doesn’t have to say it. she’s always been his to take, to consume. he’ll make sure of it, dumping his fat load over and over inside of her until he no longer can.
bonus: each time he creampies her, he pulls out to hear that pretty pussy release his cock, inspecting his work and demanding her to push so he can watch it dribble out. he’ll give it a sloppy kiss so he can taste himself, then smack her on the ass before shoving himself back in without warning and continuing his slaughter…
The first time you fuck Satoru real good, he rolls over after and buries his face between your breasts, head still light and spinning in his post-orgasmic haze. He mumbles something nearly unintelligible into your skin that sounds a lot like, "Love you, mommy."
His cheeks burn as the realization of what's just slipped from his mouth sobers him up, getting ready to deny, deny, deny. He buries deeper into your chest, embarrassment flooding his veins. You're going to make fun of him, he's sure of it.
Instead, you tuck your chin to your chest and press a kiss to the top of his head.
"Love you, too, Toru," you whisper softly.
He risks a glance up up at you to find you already gazing at him, hearts in your eyes. His blush deepens as he looks away, your immediate acceptance heating him from the inside out. He lets himself settle back into the comfort of your body, baby blues slipping shut as he places kisses to your sternum.
being with choso meant having your tits sucked 24/7 ୨୧ choso kamo x fem!reader ୨୧ i love boobs
it starts off as a coping mechanism after a long hard day. choso will pull your shirt down and suck on your nipple, softly, squeezing the other gently.
somehow over the months, it turns into an obsession. now, even after a good day, choso thinks he deserves to reward himself. his lips attach to your nipple, sucking and licking, rutting his bulge against your cunt.
if you're home all day with him, there's no point in putting on a bra, let alone a shirt. it will be stripped off you instantly. his lips will be attached to your chest in record time.
he loves sucking on them when he fucks you too. he pounds into you while licking your nipples, marking every single bare spot of skin. he thinks you look pretty like that. and when they all start to fade away, he fucks you again so he can mark them.
your tits will always be covered in his spit. he loves the way his spit shines when it catches a shimmer of light. he spits on your nipples before taking them into his mouth, admiring the wetness of him on your pretty buds.
he sucks your nipples while going to bed. you'll cradle his head in your chest while he sucks on your nipples like a baby with a pacifier. you've gotten used to feeling him falling asleep with your nipple in his mouth. his drool with slide on your skin as he sleeps with you in his mouth.
⭑.ᐟ #SYNOPSIS who knew you could cum so hard that you end up squirting!
⭑.ᐟ #GENRE smut, porn with no plot
⭑.ᐟ #INCLUDES Zayne, Caleb (seperated)
⭑.ᐟ #CONTENT WARNING fem!reader | explicit content | no guaranteed spoilers of main/side quests | established relationship | possible grammar errors | not proof read | squirting | fingering | pet names | mention of overstimulation | toy use (dildo) | oral (fem) | authors note at end
ZAYNE
You are twitching, jolting, and shivering lightly from the overwhelming stimulation fed to your body, mind completely muffled and blank— no coherent thoughts or sentences, just moans of Zayne’s name leave your kiss-swollen lips. There’s a gentle, warm breath fanning directly onto your exposed chest; skin coated in spit and bite marks, nipples perky, puffy, and swollen from the constant attention they have gotten. Once in a while, warm lips would wrap around the glistening bud, nursing at it, sucking into your back arches off the bed mindlessly. . bucking your hips widely.
There are two thick fingers sliding through your sopping, fat folds— dragging up and down, fingers smearing your syrupy juices all over your messy pussy. One finger gently teases your quivering entrance, barely dipping in before dragging your arousal back to your aching clit. . rolling the bud in circles until you gasp in delight. You tangle your hands in Zayne’s hair, holding and tugging onto the strands in ecstasy.
“Nghhh—! Haaah, a- stop teasing meee, Zaynie’. . I-i need moree!” You drool out from your stupor, whimpering when he suckles harder onto your nipple. . moaning softly to send vibrations through your body.
Your body reacts wonderfully to Zayne’s touch, it’s becoming increasingly harder to deny you that sweet pleasure you desire when you beg so unapologetically to your husband. Two slender fingers pressed against your hole, plunging to hilt of your pussy with a welt squealchh— stretching your walls sooo perfectly it has you choking on a moan. You gasp on his name, toes curling up, shivering helplessly from that burning pleasure.
He groans against your chest, finally releasing your nipples— teasing the bud by gently nibbling until you squeal. Instead, he roughly drags his tongue against your nipple, to the valley between your mounds, then to your other breast— giving it that same sweet treatment. Zayne’s fingers reaches soo deep, curling and slamming into your velvety walls with an obscure sloshh of your wet cunt.
The inside of Zayne’s hand slaps meanly into your puffy clit with every thrust of his fingers back into your greedy warmth, sending delightful shocks of pleasure through your already exhausted body. You can barely keep up, melting into the sheets as he explores your cunt— fingers somehow pressing deeper into your gooey walls, your arousal coating the base of his digits.
“Mmh. . doing soo perfectly for me, sweetheart” Zayne murmurs against your chest, foggy glasses pressing into your skin as he tilts his head for a better angle to lap and drag his tongue against your nipple.
You whine in response, gasping loudly when the temperature of his skin seems to drop too quickly. Synchronized, goosebumps erupts all over your body, shivering from his cool touch. One of Zayne’s hands presses hard onto your belly, fingers still positioning deep into your drooling hole.
Through scrunched up eyes, you can barely see Zayne peering up at you with lust and hungry filled eyes. He gazes at your body, drinking up every single once of your reactions to his touch; twitching, jumping, shaky breaths, he’s remembering every single one. He perfectly curls his fingers until he presses against your g-spot, the hand off your plush belly pressing harder as he thrusts his fingers into your spasming hole.
“Haah—! O-oh fuck! Nngh. . fe- feels toooo good!” You wail out, eyes rolling back as your back arches once again.
That subtle heat in your lower belly is now bold and loud, you’re sooo close to cumming. It’s just that, this feels more intense and hotter than you expected. Your skin feels more heated and stimulated.
“Mmhp—! Z- Zayne!” You squeal out, hands tugging at his hair as he groans from the tiny pain.
Your velvety walls quiver and tighten around his fingers, sucking him deeper as he miraculously keeps his same pace— a medium pace but he presses deeper into your pussy with every thrust. You can barely string words together, squealing in ecstasy when that boiling, white hot pleasure explodes in your belly. Your juices squirt from your sopping pussy, the liquid spraying onto Zayne’s arm and hands.
It’s messy, your whimpering and tears are dripping from your eyes, hips jolting and shaking from how intense your orgasm was. Zayne didn’t seem to mind, eyes shut as he enjoys the way your nipples jolt against his tongue— fingers still steady fucking into your sloppy hole.
By time you ride your orgasm, Zayne is dragging his tongue against your heated skin until he reaches your dripping and glistening pussy.
“Mmh? N- no! P- please, I can’t handle it —nghh!” You mumble out barely coherent words, intensely trembling when he drags his tongue through your syrupy folds.
“Just let me clean you up, my beloved” he murmurs against your fat pussy lips, tongue dragging from your hole to your twitching clit— suckling onto the nerve until you squirm.
CALEB
Your breathing is completely erotic and ragged, it’s becoming awfully hard to breathe when the pleasure is overwhelming. You’re twitching and shivering in ecstasy; your body is burning hot, slick and glistening from sweat, lower belly stained by your own juices. It’s not just the pleasure that’s making it hard to breathe, it’s from Caleb— pistoning a thick dildo, molded after his cock, to ram deep into your raw cunt with an obscure squealchh.
“Hnng—! I. . fu- fuckk!” You gasp out between breathless moans, back arching off the bed every time the dildo kisses at your g-spot.
The toy can easily press into your most sensitive spots, just like Caleb can, it’s delicious the way it stretches out your velvety walls. Your thighs tremble violently, walls spasming and quivering around the toy— sobbing out your boyfriend’s name when he engulfs your clit in his hungry mouth, suckling onto the puffy bud. He drags his tongue against the engorged hood, smearing his tongue against your clit in a slow manner. . up and down.
The dildo was fucking deeper into you now, relentless, each push of the toy was aimed directly at that spot inside you that made your toes curl and your vision blur— eliciting breathless sobs from your swollen lips. Caleb’s lips wrap around your poor clit, sucking hard. You let out a broken yelp of his name, Caleb, eyes rolling back so far as his tongue flicks at the hood of the engorged bud.
The pleasure is becoming too much for your poor, overwhelmed body to handle. Being so thoroughly filled by a thick dildo while your clit was being suckled and lapped at by a rough tongue; your kind counselor focused on anything beside Caleb and how he’s making you feel sooo good.
“Haaah—! F- feels too good, ngh!” You squeal out loudly, hips bucking widely at the pleasure.
“Mmhp—! Ca- Caleb!” You whine out, tears clinging to the corner of your eyes.
Caleb drags his tongue firmly against the swollen flesh of your bud, sneaking his spit all over your messy pussy. He’s loud, groaning, moaning, and whining into your pussy— the vibrations coursing through your body, eliciting a sob from you.
“Haah. . mmh? Yes?” Caleb hums out in response to you whimpering out his name, his warm breath fanning onto your exposed clit— there’s a pleasurable wave of heat that pools down to your cunt, arousal gushing around the toy.
He suckles back onto your clit, the non-stop attention he gives you is enough to have you squirming and writhing from the pleasure. Your clit, swollen, buzzing, and glistening from arousal, is throbbing in pleasure when Caleb drags his tongue against the bud over and over. It’s like he can’t keep his mouth unoccupied for too long, he needs to keep his mouth against your pussy.
“Nngh—! O- oh fuckkk. .” You wail out loudly, velvety walls tightening around the didlo— juices pooling at the base of the toy.
It’s messy. The wet squealch of your sopping pussy, the obscure slurping sound of Caleb lapping at your clit like his life depended on it. That heat in your lower belly is warm, it has you violently shivering in ecstasy.
And Caleb, he’s just as messy; unapologetically loud when slurping at your puffy clit. That slurping sounds, squelching, and muffled moans, groans, and grunts against your mound is loud. Once again, he
hums against your pussy, suckling and lapping at your cunt like his life depends on it, shamelessly moaning your poor, buzzing clit.
“I ne- need more of you. . give me mo-more. .—“ he murmurs against your clit, one of his hands digging greedily into the fat of your thighs to push you open wider— simultaneously forcing your fat folds to part.
“Haah. . nngh, w- wanna cumm” you drool out, rolling your head back to lay against the pillow.
Your hips are relentless, bucking and squirming from him. Yet, Caleb pays no mind to it, he’s too big lewdly and erotically lapping at whatever sensitive skin of yours he can. Perhaps he’s gone completely drunk at how sweet you are— sweet, you taste just like how he imagined you would.
That thick toy, pressing deep and roughly into your g-spot, has you choking on air. And with a loud cry of Caleb’s name, your gooey walls clamp down tightly around the dildo, your juices spraying from your stuffy hole.
“Oooh-! Fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. .” You babble over words, incoherent as white, hot heat was all you could see.
The bed is completely soaked in your sticky juices, some of your juices managed to land onto your lower stomach. And yet, he still gently presses the toy back into your drooling hole, slowly plunging in and out.
“Wahh—! O- oh fuck. . Caleb. shit. . can’t—“ is all that you can say, words dying at the tip of your tongue when he suckles roughly onto your clit.
“C’mon, baby. . one more time! Wanna see you squirt like that again. .” Caleb gulps, eyes completely blown out in pleasure.
⭑.ᐟ # All work belongs to only ME, jadestone2. Translating, plagiarism, copying, posting on another website, claiming as your work will NOT be tolerated, instant block („• ֊ •„)
♯┆AUTHOR NOTE .ᐟ ★ Finally, I got the chance to write for at least two characters, sorry for the late post! Anyways, I’ll be working hard for my next WIP, Royal bedding<33
⁀➴☕︎ | Papa!Caleb won't stand for his son disrespecting his wife
"Hey" You greet your son, ignoring the bag he's just flung onto the couch as he storms into the kitchen "How was your day?"
"What do you think?" He snaps, coming to stand across from you around the island "Everyone- and I mean, everyone went to the concert last night! No no-" He retraces his words, shaking his head "Not everyone because I was stuck at some dumb airshow I didn't even want to go to!"
You sigh, one of long suffering as you come around to put a hand on his shoulder "Hon, we talked about this. Your Dad was being commended at the event and as family, if we didn't go-"
Your son's obviously not listening to reason as he goes on, shrugging your arm off "Yeah? Well, then you should've gone alone! Do you know what it was like to sit there and hear everyone talk about what a great night it was and how much fun they had?" Flinging his arms around, he huffs "Steven even got to go backstage and grab signed posters"
Your usually sweet boy behaving in such a flippant manner was surprising but then again, going to highschool and adjusting to the workload obviously was not easy on him and you were trying your best to be understanding "How about next time they're in town, I'll get you VIP tickets?"
"God knows when that will be" He rolls his eyes, scoffing as he pulls off his hoodie "I'm sick and tired of missing out. You won't let me join the summer camp, I can't apply for the exchange program and I didn't even bother asking if I could participate in the annual fest because-" Making air quotes and twisting his face in a sneer, he spits out "-I have curfew"
Your brows furrow at that, frown pulling at your lips "Why wouldn't you sign up for that? We'd have given you permission and even swung by to check out the scene"
"Because you never let me do anything! I can't stay out a minute past my curfew without getting grounded. I have to trade in schoolwork for free time because you guys are too wound up. Cut me some fucking slack, Mom"
"Language" You immediately snap, like a reflex, and your son's face twisting further into annoyance is clear indication that you're proving his point "We let you do tons of other things, alright? Just because we have some non-negotiables doesn't mean we're being too much"
"Like what?" He's getting agitated by the second, voice pitching higher as a vein protrudes on his temple. And in that moment, with his amethyst orbs glinting with anger, he looked like a spitting image of his Father, almost making you do a double take.
"We took you to that gaming event you wanted to go to! And and- bought you the Lego set you wanted" Sighing, you step closer to him again and put your arm around his shoulders this time "You know we just care about your safety and that's why we want you home on time. When you go to college, you'll have all the freedom to do whatever you want. Is it so bad that we want our son to spend time with us right now?"
Slapping your arm away, your son picks up his hoodie from where he'd tossed it, seething in a scalding voice "Ever wondered if I wanna spend time with you, Mom? I'm kinda sick of you guys"
You can still feel the sting on your skin from where he'd slapped it away. Looking into his enraged eyes, you want to be patient with him, understand that it's coming from a place of burnout and stress with a heavy dose of feeling left out. But you can't help the hurt seeping into your bones at his flippant behavior, wondering when it became okay for him to dismiss your feelings.
He's brushing past you but stops short and even steps back. Not because he heard the sniffle you'd tried to suppress but because someone else had.
"Hey, buddy? Disrespect my wife again and you and I will cease having any blood relations till I put you in your place"
You hadn't even heard Caleb come in. But suddenly the entire room filled with his presence. Especially with the words he'd just delivered to his son, speaking in a tone so low that it was more threatening than if he had yelled.
"Now apologize to her immediately and never, ever speak to her like that again. You hear me?"
You want to tell him to stop. That you know your son was going through a rough patch and all teenagers behaved this way but you were too busy trying to hold the tears in to interrupt. Next to you, your son looks visibly pale. Sure, he admired and respected his Dad and almost never suffered any dire consequences for any mistakes he made but to see his father so visibly vibrating with the effort it took to suppress his anger, he was terrified.
When he fails to respond, Caleb's voice claps into the room like a lightning strike "Speak up, did you hear me?"
"Yes, sir" Your son is also on the verge of tears as he turns to you "I'm sorry, Mom"
You're about to respond but Caleb cuts in "Good. You're grounded for two weeks and will hand in your phone every night before bed. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir"
"Go to your room and tidy up. I'll be with you in a minute, we're going to address this little behavior properly" Your son has never faced his father's wrath this way and is desperate to make amends as he grabs your arm so you could shield him away like you always did.
Caleb's eyes drop to his trembling arms and he pulls you back against him, making him let go of you "No. You don't get to speak to her like that and use her as your defense too. She'll forgive you when she wants to"
You almost want to comfort your son when you see the kicked puppy look in his eyes as he sniffles, moving past you both to go upstairs and await further scolding.
For a long moment after he leaves, neither you nor Caleb move. He's still got his arm wrapped around your shoulder and after a tense moment, you lean into him "When did you get home?"
"Just in time to hear enough. We didn't raise him to be ungrateful like that. I almost threw him out of the house"
"Caleb-"
"No, Pips. He needs to learn that just because his Mother pampers him, he can't get away with talking to you like that" Turning you in his arms, Caleb bends to your eyelevel "And you need to stop letting him"
"He's just a little boy. Our little boy. You know he's had trouble adjusting since we moved last year. He's right, maybe we should cut him some slack"
"We can do that without excusing the disrespect" Kissing your shoulder, Caleb straightens "Let me talk to him, alright?"
He's about to walk away when you grab his arm "No matter what conclusion you come to, my son is not sleeping outside as punishment"
Smiling, Caleb presses a quick kiss into your hair "I'll try" When you give him a stern look, he laughs "I promise I'll try to be more...lenient"
You hear his footfalls on the staircase, a quick knock followed by the quiet thump of the door closing. As you start prepping for dinner, you relax more. Caleb pampered his son just as much, if not more. You trusted him enough to know he'd handle the situation with care.
You're putting the lid on the pot and clearing out the space when you feel arms around your waist, hugging you tightly from behind as your son sniffles against your back "I'm really sorry, Mom. I'll do better from here on out"
Smiling, you turn to hug him back "I'm really glad to hear that and-" You pull back till he's looking at you, nose red and eyes slightly puffy that indicated that he really did feel awful "-I forgive you, okay? Don't beat yourself up over it anymore" You squeeze him tightly once again and ruffle his hair before kissing his head "Now go freshen up before dinner"
He's exiting the kitchen, nodding at Caleb who was leaning against the doorway watching the entire exchange. Once he's gone, Caleb takes his place and wraps his arms around you, sighing deeply into your hair and making you laugh.
"How'd it go? I'm guessing good?"
"Hardest thing I've had to do in my life" Caleb admits as you run your fingers through his hair, patting his back while he tightened his arms around you "Thank God we didn't raise a troublemaker though I did promise we'll revisit the discussion for summer camp"
"You handled it well" You praise as Caleb pulls back to look at you, your fingers mussing up his hair into that cute, dorky look you'd first fallen in love with "Really well" At your conspicuous grin, your husband's eyebrows nearly touch his hairline when your fingers start twisting in his shirt "No one gets away with disrespecting your wife, huh?"
Caleb's fingers reach under your shirt, drawing patterns on your skin as he pulls you closer "You're my wife before you're his mother. He needs to learn that" Kissing your jaw, he nips at the skin as he whispers "So yes, nobody talks to my wife like that without facing consequences"
"Nobody?" You grin up at him.
Lowering his mouth against yours, Caleb's also grinning "Some of us have special privileges-" You jump when you hear your son's bedroom door shut again, trying to pull out of your husband's grip but he's insistent "Relax, babe. He knows how he was made and that the stock story isn't true"
Swatting his arm, you chastise "Caleb!" You're trying to escape his hold but it's hard to remember why you want to when he's got his hands on you like this and is kissing that secret spot under your ear like that "He could come downstairs at any time and- and...and dinner- oh"
Caleb's smirk is marred into your skin as he's bending your back over the counter "If we can make a baby when I'm D-12 minutes away from being wheels up, then this should be a piece of cake, right?"
♱⋅── about: caleb loses a bet and surrenders control to you for tonight. he thinks he can handle it. he can’t.
♱⋅── word count: 2.9k
♱⋅── warnings: mdni, smut, pwp, cw breeding kind, tied up caleb, slight themes of cnc, riding him, unprotected sex, overstimulation, > gege lots of gege < , sub!caleb mostly, questionable moral code is applied yes.
art credit to @/damn-i-exist
Oh, he was wrong.
Caleb had miscalculated grievously and was so, so, terribly wrong.
He considered himself a man able to withstand many things, and the four years in the Academy made him into a living weapon, equipped with utmost self-control, unquestionable stamina, and the unwavering strength of a soldier.
And yet five minutes into losing his bet with you, he feels his body and mind begin to fail him entirely.
“Earth to Caleb, I hope you’re not going to give in already.” The smirk is audible in your voice, especially as you grind your hips forward and relish in the shuddered exhale that is his response. “Cause that would mean I win.”
It’s intoxicating, confusing, the way his body stopped responding to him the moment you got on top of him. Caleb’s not really thinking of much right now outside of just how nice the orange glow of your nightlight hits your figure, how damn low that tank top is, and when the fuck did those shorts get so small on you?
He jerks his hands up instinctively, the automatic soldier’s reflex to seize control, the want to touch, to grab. To flip you the fuck over and have his way.
But the bind around his wrists catches.
Hard.
Caleb bites back a hiss, teeth grinding at the pull against his arms. “I’m doing just fine,” he grits out, smile crooked in a way that makes you want to laugh. “Fantastic, even.”
“Mhm,” you hum, “keep telling yourself that. I want to see how long that lasts, gege.”
The look he gave you then, frustration, disbelief, a flicker of something dangerously close to surrender, was the kind of thing someone could get addicted to.
Your thumb traces the rough edge of his lips, once, twice, before pushing into his mouth, muffling the surprised grunt he gives you as you lean in.
“Open.”
His eyes widen, jaw falling slack almost immediately as you spit into his waiting tongue, slapping his cheek lightly after. So obedient.
Caleb swallows, and you swear you feel him twitch underneath you.
“Good boy.”
God, he liked that more than you did.
His moan is muffled around your thumb, but the raspy edge of it is enough to have you clenching around nothing. You’re taking more. Now.
Spreading your knees out wider on either side of Caleb’s waist, you rock yourself backward, immediately rewarded with the hard press of his abs and something even more solid below, friction heavenly and far too little all at once. At the mere contact he lets out another moan, muffled as Caleb sucks on your fingers, curling himself up to stare you right in the eyes.
“Please,” he’s begging already. “Please do something- anything- more.”
Your eyes soften, but your smile doesn’t. “Down, boy. I thought we both agreed on what the loser would have to do.” Your fingers skim his jawline, tracing down his throat before pinning him back down to the mattress with just your pointer finger on his chest. He could fight you so easily if he wanted to. “You have ‘ta listen to whatever,” you sing out the word, dragging it out as your nail teases down his chest, “I say.”
“I’m not—” He stops, swallows, and tries again. You’re being so infuriating it’s taking everything not to rip control back from you, fuck you hard and fast and make you a moaning mess like he knows you like. “I am listening.”
You laugh softly, delighted. “Good then, puppy.”
Caleb freezes.
You watch his pupils dilate, nearly engulfing the galaxy in his eyes to an abyssal black, watch the tension ripple across his chest, watch the heat flush the tips of his ears bright red, all at once.
“…Puppy?” he echoes, voice rougher than before.
You tilt your head, studying the way the word seems to unravel him from the inside.
“Mhm,” run your thumb along his jaw, savoring the way he leans into your touch. “My puppy. It suits you, gege.”
This is embarrassing, it’s so embarrassing and he’s so fucking hard right now.
Caleb surges forward, lips smashing onto yours as he kisses you like he’s starving for it. No complaints from you, meeting him as the force clicks your teeth together before his tongue swipes your lip as an apology, drooling into you as his weight presses as close as the restraints will let him.
You tug his face up as his tongue meets yours, hot, sweet, desperate in a way that feels like you’re melting into one another as you lose yourself in the kiss. Not close enough, never close enough, even as you grind closer, the heat between your legs unbearable. You can feel the sweat dripping from his temples, damp heat against your skin, and the kiss melt like hot sugar and something burning.
A hot, undeniable heat of late summer that makes everything in your body boil and sweat, all-consuming and impossible to ignore. The air between you feels thick with it, syrupy, suffocating, every breath shared back and forth until you can’t tell where one of you ends and the other begins. Somewhere in the half-breaths you dare take you throw your shirt off, hardened nipples grazing Caleb’s chest as he feels himself slipping at the sight of your body.
Every kiss only leaves the both of you hungrier, an aching burn spreading through your body.
Standing up on shaky legs, Caleb whines at the loss of you, chasing you up until the scarf tied against his arms jerks him back down.
“Shh, it’s okay, gege,” you tug down your sleep shorts and panties in one drag, letting them fall to your ankles as Caleb’s jaw snaps shut. “I’m just making it easier for you.”
He’d agree to be tied up every second of every fucking day if it meant you looking down at him, completely naked and smiling so damn innocently like this.
Pulling a condom out from your nightstand, you climb back into Caleb’s lap slowly enough to make him watch every movement. Every muscle in his body strains as his skin touches yours, hands fighting the urge to break free before you’re pulling him into a kiss and he simply melts, moaning your name.
A giggle slips from you, swallowed immediately by Caleb’s eager tongue as he chases the sound, kissing you harder, needier, like he can’t stand even a second of distance between you. You let him indulge in it while your hands drift lower, fumbling deliberately with the waistband of his boxers before pulling his poor, leaking cock out, the heft of it springing into your palms.
Caleb full-body shudders, breath catching hot against your mouth, and the reaction alone nearly makes you laugh again. So desperate already.
You toy with the condom between your fingers, peeling the wrapper open slowly while Caleb watches with hooded eyes, every hulking inch of him tense with anticipation. A predator unable to pounce. When you hold it up in front of his face, he leans toward it instinctively, helpless with want.
Cruel delight curls in your chest at the sight.
And then you toss it carelessly across the bed.
“I don’t think we’ll be needing this.”
The whine Caleb lets out will haunt your every dream. “No, no. Pips, princess, please. Don’t— don’t do that to me, let me fuck you. I’ll make you feel so good, please.”
You tilt your head, acting confused as you slide your hips down until you’re hovering right above his dick.
“I never said I wouldn’t let you fuck me.” A smile, evil and so, so satisfied.
And god, you can feel and hear just how wet you’re getting. The loud, obnoxious slap each time you rock forward, the popping suction of your pussy dragging against the wonderfully hard length of his dick, feeling it throb and jump with the hot friction.
Caleb is clenching his jaw hard enough to snap. His entire dick flushed raw pink, twitching and dripping with your slick and an embarrassing amount of precum all drooling down the veins of his dick and sticking to your inner thighs. His hips stutter to meet yours despite himself, despite knowing this was dangerous territory, despite every rock of your bare cunt against him feeling like heaven and sin and fuck his eyes are rolling back at the mere thought of more.
“Stop,” Caleb’s plea comes out pathetically weak. He’s already rocking into you again before the word’s even finished. “Come on, I- I’ve told you how dangerous this is.”
“Ya, we’ve had the talk a bunch when we were kids.” You pout, sitting back as you both look down to the sticky, wet mess between you. One hand goes to pump the remaining slick up and down his dick as the other circles your own clit, Caleb’s eyes racing back and forth between the two as though he can’t decide where to look first. “But I’m an adult now, gege. And I really, really want you inside me.”
Caleb’s going to die.
You’re going to kill him.
But fuck, if you don’t stop moaning through your bitten lips as you play with yourself, he’s not sure he’ll mind.
“Please, baby,” he’s whimpering, gasping out for air as his immobilized body jerks and humps into your hand, dick flushed from the attention but not enough for any real release. It hurts. He needs you so badly it hurts. “Grab another condom, please. Fuck me, use me, I can’t– I can’t stop myself much longer.”
He feels your lips curl into a devilish grin as you lean down, whispering, “Then don’t.”
And the feeling of you slamming down onto his cock, that searing, wonderful pressure, shatters any restraint Caleb had left.
His broken moan is a little more than a sob in your ear, the entire bedframe creaking as Caleb’s back arches, every thick, bulky muscle underneath you flexing as you continue to ride him, a single hand pushing his hips back down to the bed.
It’s all he can think about. Your nails digging into his abs, the sting of your marks as you lose yourself on top of him. The overwhelming heat of your body. The dizzying drag of you rocking up and down again and again until every thought in his head is melting, spinning, just the feeling of you every raw part of you, the way you’re forcing him to hit that spongy spot, the force abusing his oversensitive tip until it’s euphoric pain.
Seeing your strong, protective gege turn absolutely stupid under you only makes you want to push him further. Your thighs burn with the stretch around his impressive quads, legs trembling as you force yourself to go faster. More, you want-need more. You need him to cum inside you.
Caleb whines at that, shaking his head vigorously as he looks up at you through tear-stained lashes. You didn't even realize you were slurring all that out loud. “Don’t, don’t say that. Can’t- won’t stop but fuuuck” he’s moaning again, hips jerking off the bed as the angle forces him right up to your cervix. “I should.”
He doesn’t stop.
You both know he won’t.
The entire bed is shaking when your legs give in, collapsing onto Caleb’s sweat-slicked chest as you keep rutting down into him, clawing into his shoulders for leverage. It’s so much, his tip pressing every spot inside you, the heavy drag of each thrust turning you stupid, drooling into Caleb’s neck as you bite and suck every inch of salty, sweaty skin.
You feel yourself already getting close. “You don’t want to? You don’t want to fill me up?” A whimper, you can’t tell from who as you get tighter, entire body tensing as shocks of pleasure jolt through you. “Please, please. I need it. Please cum inside me, gege.”
Then there’s the loud, undeniable rip of the scarf you’d been using as makeshift binds tearing to shreds, Caleb’s palms slamming onto your hips with a harsh slap.
Raw handprints burn into your skin as Caleb lifts you right into the air, slamming you back down onto his dick. Your eyes roll back, unable to do anything but laugh deliriously as he uses you with every ounce of his remaining strength.
“Again, say it again.”
“P-please cum inside me.” You’re blabbering the words over and over again, body turning to mush as you collapse on top of him.
Feeling every vein, every slap of his pelvis on your clit has you screaming, trembling as your release sprays onto both your thighs. So, so much of it. Your lips open in a silent scream as you squirt around the base of his cock, the mess splattering onto Caleb’s abs as his pupils dilate at the sight.
“Again.”
Then, you’re being manhandled like a doll. Caleb locks you in tight, chest to chest, your tits squished against his pecs, swinging an arm around as he traps you in a headlock, the other slamming your hips down as your head goes fuzzy from the suffocation and bruising, delicious force of him ramming right into your cervix. “Do it again.”
Your nails claw at his bicep, spine arching into his body as the two of you melt into one another, sweat and cum and desperation sticking and dripping from you. Caleb’s strength was failing him too, each grind of your hips, the way your pussy is still convulsing and leaking around him breaking his restraint into something dangerous.
If it is what you wanted, if this is what you needed, then wouldn’t he be such a horrible older brother to deny you?
He’ll give you what you want.
He’ll always give you everything you want.
“This is your fault.” Right as Caleb’s hips falter something else begins to lift you up, gravity itself binding you as his Evol rams you down. “Spoiled you rotten, can’t say no– fuuuck– can’t say no to you.” Up again, down again. Inhumane speed leaving you sobbing as his headlock doesn’t lessen, free hand now moving to your poor neglected clit, quick circles that have you drooling.
“Again.”
“Caleb,” the headlock, the pleasure, it leaves you gasping,”I-I can’t–”
“Again.”
You’re already cumming.
“You wanted this. Begged for this.” He’s drunkenly buckling up into you, hammering his hips into yours. Nose-deep into the crook of your neck as your vision spins from it all. “So take it. Take it, take everything your gege gives you.”
Finally, he gives you what you wanted. The force of his release is dizzying, hot and addictive as you both feel his cum swell your insides. But the thrusts never stop, Caleb’s dick forcing globs of your mixed releases out as he’s already chasing another.
“Greedy pussy needs more. You knew I’d cave, knew I’d fill you right to the womb—” Letting you gasp in air as his palm moves to press down on your belly. You feel every inch of him now. “—but ‘s still not enough, not until you’re swollen with it, begging me this time.” He moans at the thought, delirious, and you whine as you feel him fill you up once more, Evol pinning you as close as possible. Another orgasm.
Immediately, his fingers are at your clit again, a punishing slap to your pussy enough to have you scream before Caleb’s palm comes back up to muffle your cries. Nips your ear in punishment.
“Stop whining and take it, listen to your gege and take it.”
You’re fighting the force of his Evol as bursts of pleasure-pain make you thrash against the binds of gravity, moans and sobs broken behind his hand, nothing coherent left in your mind as you squirt once more. Your legs don’t stop shaking.
Caleb can’t hold on much longer either. The sight of you completely losing control atop of him drives him insane, and the way your pussy keeps hugging him back in wanting more and more. He can’t stop. Doesn’t want to, never wants to after this.
You’re still in the middle of cumming as he thumbs over your clit once more, finally sitting up as the new angle forces you down even further into his lap, and you’re sure your Evol is amplifying his with how much power is behind every thrust, working overtime as Caleb’s hands are pinching and rolling your oversensitive nipples and clit, hugging you tight as his body convulses behind you.
It’s overwhelming, his dick no longer thrusting but grinding, unable to part from you, the swollen head pushing past your cervix as his release keeps filling and filling you. You don’t feel it end, heat sticking to your insides and being shoved deeper, your body still spasming and helpless to do anything but take it.
There’s too much of it, Caleb’s body collapsing atop yours as he trembles. His cock was so, so sensitive but he couldn’t stop cumming, feeling every strand fill you up past your limit, watching the slight bloat of your tummy as the rest leaks down your thighs, staining the mattress from god knows how long it's been. It’s so obscene, so filthy and it just makes him want to fuck you raw again.
The first thing you can make out when reality comes back to you is the quiet laugh as Caleb drops his forehead onto your shoulder, panting into your skin as he leaves open-mouthed kisses there.
He doesn't pull out and you don't want him to either, the two of you falling back into the pillows as you moan at every slight shift inside you.
1. Getting railed in every sundress you own to make up for lost time, with Caleb.
2.Hide and Seek with Sylus but then it turns into Find and Fuck.
3. Xavier's skincare is you sitting on his face.
4. Zayne loves your lingerie so much he doesn't take it off. He just pulls the top down and your panties to the side 90% of the time.
5. “yeah? right there?” in a mocking voice with Rafayel.
6. Forehead kisses with Caleb while he pumps you full of his cum.
7. Forced eye contact, chin held between fingers and being told in a calm, but firm voice "dont look away, I want to watch your face when you cum, with Sylus.
8.Cuddles that get sexual then sweet again with Xavier.
9. Bulge pics from work to show you that he misses you, with Zayne.
10. Rafayel kisses every single birthmark, scar, mole and freckle as he undresses you.
11. "I know baby" while you are cumming with Caleb.
12. Sylus fucks you so good you masturbate the next day thinking about it.
13. Thighjobs with Xavier
14. Suck on my fingers before I slide them inside you with Zayne.
15. Cockwarming while he sucks on your tits with Rafayel
16 Stroking his cock and not breaking eye contact until he cums all over you with Caleb.
17. Cockwarming after creampie with Sylus.
18. Catch 22 verse: Having sex with Xavier through the bars of the cage.
19. Footsie under the table during an important dinner with Zayne.
20. Tying up and only using a brush to make Rafayel cum.
21. Size kink with Caleb.
22.Insecurity with reader that turns into full blown sex with Sylus.
23. Hidden kiss with Xavier.
24. Zayne cumming untouched.
25. Rafayel training you to take both of his cocks.
26. Strip poker with Caleb.
27. Rough mirror sex with Jealous Sylus.
28. Sexsomnia with Xavier
29. Breaking the bed with Zayne for the first time.
30. You change your mind about having sex during sex with Rafayel.
31. Reader is so loud during sex with Sylus the twins think there is someone getting murdered.
BONUS The boys getting cockblocked the whole week and you finding it funny. (ALL of them)
Thank you for all of the ideas! I will probably add more to this list later on.
