zayneâs voice carries from the door to your bedroom, and his footsteps follow. youâre curled up in a ball in the bed, clutching your heating pad and suffocating in the heaviest blanket you own- all in an attempt to drown out the cramps that have been harassing you all day. you donât have to question what he means, or confirm his suspicions. itâs obvious in how your expression is permanently in a pitiful scowl. his cool hand lands on your the skin of your lower back, and the bed dips next to you. heâs leaning over, wrapping his arms around your body and squeezing you gently.
âanything i can do? there are a few ways to decrease the pain.â
âmaybe.â you mumble, wincing as you roll over to look at him. one hand stays on your back while the other caresses your cheek softly. he smiles, exhaling through his nose as a laugh. he keeps his thumb circling your cheek as he begins to talk.
âyou already have your heating pad. youâve taken your medicine? exercise can work sometimes. maybe a hot bath? massages also work- some better than others.â you nestle closer to him until your noses are almost touching. he hums, trailing his fingers up and down your back.
âthereâs abdominal massages⌠back massages⌠vaginal massages.â you snort. he isnât even trying to be subtle. his thumb rubs your chin, inching closer to your bottom lip, eyes trained on your mouth.
âzayne. iâm bleeding a lot.â you tell him, because you are. the only period sex youâve had is with a much lighter flow, and he was still covered in your blood afterwards. his eyes flicker back up to yours, and his thumb finally reaches its destination of your pillowy bottom lip. he presses into it and furrows his eyebrows at you quizzically.
âhave you ever known blood to deter me?â his thumb pushes into your mouth; you drop your jaw slack so he can have a firm grip on your face. the affect of your submission is obvious in how he huffs through his nose and narrows his eyes.
âyou know iâm not worried in the slightest about it.â his hand is rubbing your side, brushing his fingertips on the swell of your ass. he can see your tells of hesitation and hums, running the thumb in your mouth along the inside of your bottom lip and cheeks.
âif youâre really that worried, we donât have to. iâm just letting you know iâm very willing⌠and very able. thereâs absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about.â
you pout at him and his arrogant expression. his hold on you, his electric eyes are firing your body up despite the constant sore achiness. his thumb returns to your chin, now wet with your spit.
âiâm not embarrassed. itâs just gonna be⌠really messy. iâm just letting you know.â you grumble the last part as his thumb runs along your bottom lip again. he raises an eyebrow and mutters gravelly, âiâll ask you again. when has that ever deterred me?â
zayneâs cock has proven to be a worthy opponent of your debilitating cramps.
every thrust is replacing the pain of those dreadfully constant contractions with the suffocating, impossibly warm invasion of the poking and prodding of his length.
you nod because fuck yes he feels deeper than usual. itâs almost torturous. heâs not even behind you, fucking you doggy, or slamming his hips upwards while youâre on top. itâs the position he honestly feels the least deep: missionary.
but right now? he feels even deeper than he does in either of those.
âyour cervix lowers during your period to get ready for ovulation. it gets- ha, firmer, too. youâre squeezing me- so tightly.â
what is he talking about? youâre so stuffed full of him. his glasses are off, allowing his jade eyes to stare straight into you from above. one arm is propped on the side of your head, holding himself up. his other hand is firmly wrapped around your waist, keeping you still for him, but not applying unnecessary pressure to your tender abdomen.
âitâs like she doesnât want to let go. does she?â he leans backward to send his cock upwards, deeper, and your back arches in response. heâs going to split you open. his tip has to be kissing your cervix.
âfuck, doll, i have to go slow. stop squirming like that.â his thumbs press into your aching hipbones like fire.
âzay- zayne-â
âdid you knowâŚâ here he fucking goes again. a cry is ripped out of your throat when he pushes his hips flush against your inner thighs. your legs twitch on either sides of him as he groans throatily.
âyouâre at your least fertile right now?â what is he saying? heâs 8 inches deep in your guts and he wonât stop talking about doctor bullshit! he slides back out and winces; your entire body twitches as he slides back inside slowly, dragging against every inch of you.
âthe chance of pregnancy is so slim because,â he pulls himself back out of your heat, stuttering out a deep breath. heâs taking his sweet time between nerding out and fucking you slow.
âthereâs no uterine lining for your egg to attach to,â you sob out his name when he pushes his cock back inside. he rests on the forearm holding himself up, sets that hand on your cheek and rubs it with his thumb and stares down at you intensely.
âso fertilization will never happen.â youâre melting underneath him. he slides out again- you can hear the squelches your messy, sopping cunt makes from the loss.
âeven though,â and he thrusts his hips back to yours; the pleasure is stifling and steady. if he just goes a little faster, you could finally start to cum instead of this almost torturous ecstasy.
âyouâre not on any birth control,â his voice is low, barely controlled as he slides back out. the hand on your waist moves to your thigh- he pushes it outwards, spreading your legs further apart for him. he grunts at how you clench around him, forces his exhale through his nose. he taps your cheek to make you look at him as he smiles condescendingly, arrogantly down at you.
âi can still cum inside you.â he says it like a promise. he finally starts to go faster, filling up the room with the lewd sounds of his hips meeting yours every second and your garbled cries.
âzaaayy- ne! you- you canât!â
âwhat? you donât trust me? do you think iâm lying to you?â the hand on your face goes to your other hip to keep you still. he squeezes softly and clicks his tongue, meeting your foggy gaze under his messy, sweat ridden hair. his expression is ruined; heâs hit his breaking point.
âdonât make me turn this into a doctorâs order.â
âbuu- but- still, zayne, what i-â he cuts you off by lifting your thighs up, folding them between his chest and yours. you see your toes peek behind his head, ankles now resting on his shoulders.
âi just said,â the cramps in your abdomen are no match against his bullying, thick cock- not with your body folded in half and his length splitting your sensitive tract open. all you can focus on are the mean thrusts he gives to enunciate the point heâs trying to make and how you no longer have feeling in your toes or fingertips.
âthereâs almost a zero,â his fingers are bruising the underside of your thighs. heâs too deep, too big- youâre going insane.
âpercent chance of it,â you feel like your pussy has changed its shape to every curve and vein of him. your abdomen is stuffed too full with him considering your physiological state and this punishing position.
âtaking.â your orgasm has been building up for the last 10 thrusts, and the hand suddenly pressing your lower abdomen takes you there. the pain is just adding to the intense pressure within you, making your muscles contact and spasm from the force of your release.
âare you listening to me?â he purrs, much sweeter than his current actions. he has no regard for how stupid heâs fucked you. he continues ramming himself on top of you, rearranging your guts every time his cock is fully inside. your mouth is stuck in a silent scream as your back arches your body off of the bed, sending your toes even higher.
âdo i need to fuck it into your brain?â his voice is borderline conversational against your ear. âwill my cum soaking into your cunt finally make you listen to me, doll? fuck- ha, are you ready for me?â he lets go of your thigh to pinch your numb, tingling clit between his fingers and orders, âanswer.â youâre screaming something that sounds like, âyuu- yeaah- yes, zayyy- ne!â
being creampied is such a warm, sloppy, strange feeling. the unhinged look in zayneâs eyes is completely worth it. that, and the unrestrained, animalistic grunts heâs putting right in your ear, make you want to do this every time. he lets go of your clit and holds your legs up by the back of your thighs, then sets his body flush against yours. heâs leaning over you, chest heaving. his face is flushed, screwed up in pleasure as he stays settled inside of you. the pressure of his throbbing cock mixed with the suffocating fullness of his entire load and whatever else your cunt has leaked out leaves you numbingly full.
you feel an actual loss when he pulls out. your pussy feels wrecked and sore, stretched out and empty at the same time. he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead before climbing off of the bed. all of your energy is completely zapped after that- sure, you had simply laid there, but he devoured you.
when his footsteps return, you weakly raise your head to see him. your mouth falls open.
âoh my god. zaynie. youâre covered.â he furrows his eyebrows at you, not even looking down at his body- specifically, his lower half. heâs⌠messy. it reaches his belly button and his inner thighs, down to his forearms and his fingers.
âdidnât i tell you i knew the risks?â
âi⌠yeah⌠but-â
âno buts, sweet girl. letâs rinse off and take a bath.â when you make it to the bathroom and look in the mirror, you realize youâre not much cleaner than him; thereâs the same red coloring drying along your thighs and abdomen and waist- where his hands had held you and pressed down. you can see where his fingers were specifically. the both of you covered in your blood⌠itâs kind of hot. no- itâs really hot.
he turns the shower head on and lets you turn it to the scorching temperature you crave. he holds you from the front, holding you by your elbows. youâre fuzzy and on cloud nine as the water streams down your back; your cramps are just a dull throb now.
zayne gently runs the washcloth over your body, then repeats it with himself. heâs being so precise and careful with you. when youâre both rinsed off, he turns off the shower head and steps out to wrap a towel around you. the tub is next to fill up as you stand there uncomfortably. he chuckles behind you and runs his hands along your sides, then kisses the side of your neck. once itâs halfway full, you lower into it first, and he lowers behind you. even if the water is a little too hot, his skin against yours is able to keep you cool.
he leans forward once itâs full and turns off the faucet. youâre engulfed in the steam, the sound of the water sloshing when either of you shift, his solid chest against your back, and his relaxed breathing against your ear. you lean your head back against his shoulder, and he reaches over to kiss you softly. his hands loop around your abdomen, scoop up your breasts and gently roll them in each hand as he kisses you. when he pulls away, youâre slightly dizzy. he smiles and pecks your mouth again.
âfeeling better?â he asks tenderly. you nod and push yourself further against his chest, stretching your legs to the end of the tub. his hands run over your thighs comfortably, and you lean back to look at him again. even if heâs being so sweet, you still want to bother him a little bit.
âzayne. did you know that sperm can live up to-â
âfive days in the female reproductive tract. i know.â he gives you the annoying smile that he always does when you try (and fail) to one up him on something. you roll your eyes. typical.
âyouâre not even an sex doctor! youâre a heart surgeon!â
âreproductive endocrinologists. and you do know med school rotations exist for a reason, right? besides, the reproductive system is simple.â he presses another kiss to your neck as you snort.
ânow youâre just lying.â
âokay, itâs a bit more complicated for females. but i know the basics. especially anatomy. wouldnât you agree?â he rubs your lower abdomen. his arrogance gets him another eye roll.
âwhatever. i hope youâre ready to become a dad if youâre wrong.â youâre honestly not too worried; you trust him completely. he hums from behind you.
âif i am, i will be thoroughly impressed with your eggs.â another kiss on the nape of your neck.
âand of course i am. iâm always ready.â he says softly, tenderly. you can feel your heartbeat in your throat from his words. he presses another kiss on your nape and mumbles, âjust waiting on you, love.â
itâs three a.m. you canât sleep; youâre too hot, then youâre too cold, then you need to switch positions to get comfortable again.
caleb is beside you, your personal heater, only in briefs. heâs been asleep for at least two hours. heâs snoring- itâs cute. you canât help but kiss his cheek. it elicits a response from him: a grunt followed by throwing his arm over you, pulling you closer around your waist. his hand somehow always finds its way between your thighs in its sleep, and who are you to complain? you snuggle closer, and the action sends your ass flush against his crotch. thereâs a familiar throb, and your stomach dips with the suggestion.
he wonât mind.
you roll over onto your back, struggling under the deadweight of his arm. once youâre on your back, his hand falls perfectly on your thighs.
just start with his fingers, and if he stays asleepâŚ
you wrap your hand around his bigger, lax one and slip it inside your shorts. you manipulate his front two fingers to circle your clit through your panties. despite the fact that he could wake up, you want to take your time. first over your panties, then under, then inside of you. you buck your hips against his lax fingers in anticipation. he takes a deep breath and flexes his fingers against your pussy, making you gasp. you can already feel how wet you are with his fingers gliding between your open folds frictionlessly- you canât wait anymore. you take his hand under your panties, dragging his fingers lower until you can push them upwards into your entrance. you rock your hips upward to send his fingers even deeper; itâs not as good as when heâs awake, but the fact that youâre using him without his knowledge makes up for it.
youâre humping his wrist, rubbing his fingertips against the spot that makes your limbs tingle. his hand is heavy on top of you- heâs flexing his fingers again. he takes such good care of you even in his sleep.
you want a third one. you slow your hips and maneuver his ring finger to slide in- you open your thighs wider so you can fit as much as possible. with his fingertips rubbing deep inside you, the heel or his palm grinding on your clit- youâre cumming. you lose yourself in humping his hand as your abdomen spasms and cunt clenches around him. you donât try to be quiet- heâll consider himself lucky if he wakes up while youâre using his hand like a bitch in heat.
you give a few more strokes of his fingers before sliding them out- you can feel your wetness between your thighs as you climb on top of his lap. as you do, you notice a tent in his briefs. score.
you roll down your panties, then pull his briefs. heâs still sleeping soundly, eyebrows furrowed and face handsomely still. you scoot yourself up until you can press his free cock against your messy pussy. his length is hot and wet; you would love to keep grinding against it, but you want it inside of you more. you raise up and lower yourself down- because of your earlier orgasm, your pussy greedily swallows it easily.
caleb is so cute. his face immediately relaxes, and his hands glue themselves to the back of your calves. heâs still asleep, but his hips start to roll into yours slowly. he lets out a groan, thick with sleep and confusion. he stretches you perfectly as you grind back and forth.
he wakes up ten seconds later.
âyeahhh, âs good, baby. you⌠you raw?â his voice, deep and rough, is half asleep as you grind your cores together. his hands go from relaxing on your calves to gripping your thighs, steadying you so you can ride him harder. you smile down at him and nod at his question, and he finally raises his head up to look at you. heâs smiling back, sleepy and sexy. he falters when you start bouncing. âfuuuck- slow down, gonna make me cum.â
ânot yet, just-â that canât happen. not so soon. even if his fingers made you cum when he was unconscious, you want to cum on his cock.
âthen slow down.â he almost pleads underneath you. you laugh and go back to moving your hips back and forth instead of bouncing. heâs filling you up completely, rubbing every inch between you. he exhales through his nose and tosses his head back further into the pillow.
âjusâ⌠fuck, just like that, pips. still feelinâ good?â
you nod.
âcouldnât sleep, pretty?â he asks. you shake your head and rub his chest; one of his hands drift to your clit and he presses his fingertips against it. his other one lands on your thigh.
âfingers werenât enough.â you admit. you try to go back to bouncing, but his other hand is iron on your hip.
âusinâ my fingers while iâm sleeping? naughty pips.â
âyou like it though, right?â you press your chest to his and kiss his cheek. he groans and sets both of his hands on the dips of your waist.
ââcourse i do, baby. love anything you give me. youâd let me fuck you awake, right?â he ends his question by squeezing you tight and ramming his hips upward. the action fucks the air out of you, and a cry jumps out of your throat. he huffs through his nose as a laugh and forces your hips open further with his thighs.
âgettinâ so tight. gonna cum? right when i start having fun?â he knows you better than you know yourself; youâre starting to tear up from the persistent, scorching pleasure heâs filling you up with. you meet his eyes and nod wordlessly.
âso typical.â he sneers meanly. the hand on your clit moves to your abdomen and presses. your back arches instinctively, and he hammers you harder.
âselfish girl. wakinâ up your gege to get fucked and start cryinâ when you get it. spoiled brat.â
you love when heâs mean. and he loves to make you happy.
he keeps a steady rhythm, hips flush against yours with every thrust. he holds your waist in both hands and squeezes, compressing his cock further into your guts. it makes you explode and melt simultaneously- he doesnât let up on his force or his speed; he keeps ruining you through your orgasm. youâre losing strength in your hips and arms; he notices and moves his hands to under your breasts. he keeps you still and continues to fuck into you, despite the drool and tears starting to run down your face. he pulls you down against his chest, moves his grip again to your ass. he spreads you apart and nestles in the crook of your neck.
âjust what wouldâve you done if i didnât wake up? if i just creampied you in my sleep?â you can barely understand him; heâs overstimulating you to the point of pain.
âdu- dunn- ooo, ple- please, ge-â his hand hits your ass so sharply you sob pathetically.
âno. what wouldâve happened, pips.â
âgu- gege wouldâve gotten me- me preg-naaant.â you sound so stupidly fucked up.
âthatâs right, filthy girl. youâd love that, wouldnât you?â he lets go of your ass and puts his hands under your arms, slamming into your heat without regard for you.
âno no no no-â
âdonât wanna get bred by your gege while you use him? but itâs all youâre good for, pips- you know that. beg gege not to cum inside you.â
âno, ge, please d- donât get me- me pre- pregnant-â
âwhy? i think itâs a pretty fitting consequence of using your big brother while he sleeps.â your cunt spasms at his words.
âi know you can gimme another one. not stoppinâ until you give it to me.â his fingers slip into your mouth- both hands on the side of your face with his thumbs stretching your mouth open. he grunts when you sob out, âcu- cumminâ,â and fucks you impossibly deeper. maybe itâs just from your cunt swallowing him deeper inside from your orgasm. either way, when your contractions finally slow and youâre still trying to catch your breath, he lets go of your face and grabs your hips. he lifts you off of him- youâre too boneless to do anything but lay between his legs. he sets one hand on your face and jerks himself off with the other; you cradle his balls and stick your tongue out in front of his tip. you roll it around him as he squeezes your cheek in his palm, panting hard and flushed red before he finishes in your mouth.
âthatâs a good fuckinâ girl. best little sister ever. gotta keep it inside you one way or another.â you nod around his cock and suck around him harder. you swallow his load easily- greedily, even. heâs staring at you like he always does after sex: stupidly in love. you let go his cock with a pop and smile at him dreamily, then climb up to his chest. he wraps his arms around your back and holds you tight.
âlove you, pips. you did so good. come on, iâll clean you up.â you whine because thereâs nothing else you want to do other than go to sleep in his arms, but heâs carrying you to the bathroom anyway. youâre half asleep as he wipes you down along your face, neck, thighs. the warm rag could easily lull you to sleep. before you can, heâs carrying you back to bed. he holds your back against his chest and rubs your lower stomach, peppering kisses on your neck. as you fall asleep, you hear his mumbles behind you.
âgonna look so pretty pregnant. all mine. my pretty baby givinâ me a baby. love you so much.â
you donât want to deny him, especially because you canât deny your own warm excitement from the thought of it.
content warnings: explicit, alcohol usage, heavy pseudo incest, p n v sex, one sided drunk sex [youre drunk, caleb is not], blowjob, dirty talk, riding, creampie
he knows the idea of his little sister becoming intoxicated, and therefore messy, clumsy, honest shouldnât excite him as much as it does. in the way that it does.
he would feel guilty if your intentions were truly as innocent as your act. but he knows that youâre fully aware of your effect on him when you get like this- that heâll do pretty much anything you ask.
a part of him is reminded of when the two of you were kids- your past bossy, bratty personality that would aggravate him unrelentingly.
the other part of him can't focus on anything other than your needy, whiny, absolutely suffocating touchiness. the pleading saucer eyes you give him with every look, the five extra seconds you leave your skin pressed against his with every touch, the unwavering and halflidded gaze thatâs specifically reserved for him.
thatâs how you get him in this situation every time you drink. by abusing your power over him and using it to get whatever you want. heâll give you anything you ask for- especially when you bat your eyelashes and whine, âplease, gege?â
not that heâs complaining. it would be impossible for him to complain about you gagging and drooling over his cock, staring up at him with glazed, unfocused eyes. youâve been at it for 20 minutes already- slurping around his length and licking up from his balls to his tip. youâve gotten him close 4 times, and each time you let go and giggle at him, mumbling some variation of, ââm not done, ge. donât cum yet.â
your drunkenness makes the blowjob entirely too sloppy- the edges of your teeth keep dragging along his length and making him wince from the mix of sharp pain and building pleasure. he has one hand cupping your slack jaw between his legs, the other gently holding the back of your head.
âpips, seriously-â you hum around him, and it vibrates his cock in your mouth- he groans and bucks his hips against your face. you hollow your cheeks and begin to rhythmically suck, moving your head up and down; the force of your suction pushes spit out of your mouth, sliding down to collect on his balls. what a fucking sight.
you let go with a pop and smile at him, all dazed and teary eyes. your face is flushed and covered in drool, but you still look delighted. youâre beautiful.
âiâm havinâ fun. stop getting close.â he rubs your chin and tilts his chin down at you.
âyouâre torturinâ me, baby.â
âso? you really wanna cut me off?â you swallow him up again and attempt to say around his length, âbut i love my big brotherâs cock soooo much.â
âyouâre fuckinâ filthy.â he groans and uses the palm flat against your head to grip your hair at the root. you giggle and let go again, then wrap your hand around the base of him. he canât even feel your palm over the barrier of spit youâve made. he looks down at you as you shake your ass in the air and press your cheek against his erection.
âwant it inside me. can you do that for me, gege?â you slur, pouting and sliding your hand up his length before slapping it against your face. youâre ruining him.
âask me again properly. i donât wanna take advantage of my meimei when sheâs like this.â
you give him a wicked grin and raise up to all fours, then clumsily stumble to the top of his lap. you lazily grind his cock against the wet front of your panties.
âwanna hear me say it? okay.â he sets his palms on your hips, supporting you as you lean your entire weight against his shoulder. your lips are underneath his ear- youâre licking and biting for a good 30 seconds. his grip on you is tight enough to keep you directly above him, grinding your pussy in his lap. you let go of his neck with a smack and bring your lips back to his ear.
âi want my big brotherâs cock to fill me up so he can cum allll inside me.â
thatâs all he needed. he slips one hand between your thighs, uses his thumb to slide your panties to the side, and releases the hold on your hips so you can slam yourself flush against him. your reaction is electric; your loud, pornesque moan and the immediate, messy jackrabbiting your hips make him just want to fuck you properly.
youâre babbling as you try to find a good rhythm on top of him. your attempt is adorable- you can barely hold yourself up. he wraps each of his hands around each of your tits and squeezes, staring up at you with hooded eyes.
âpussyâs so fuckinâ wet. just what you needed, yeah?â you nod your head and set both hands on his chest to hold yourself up. he can hear the squelches the two of you are making- he wants to hear even more.
âfeel it, gege? feel your sisterâs pussy squeezing you so tight?â you get so nasty when you drink. heâs obsessed with not only your honesty, but your eagerness to be filthy like this. all for him.
âmhmm,â he lets go of your breasts and wraps his hands around each of your thighs. your blissful expression switches to a grimace as you slap his chest with more force than needed.
âstop sittinâ there and do something!â he scoffs. guess you got sick of your erratic and clumsy bounces. he knows it would take longer for him to cum with you trying as hard as you can in your state, but he doesnât mind; he needs a break after you used him like a lollipop for half an hour.
âbeggars canât be choosers, dummy.â he rubs the inside of your thigh with his thumb and laughs at your angry pout.
âfuck! me! fuck! me! fuck! me!â the slamming you do between every word might snap his dick in half if you land wrong. still, your effort is cute. if he wasnât worried about leaving the state of his dick in your drunken hands, he would see just how long you could keep it up.
âmy sweet, useless girl. so fucked up you canât even ride me right. need gegeâs help?â
âyes, caleb, come on-â he clicks his tongue.
ânu uh. ask like you did earlier. be sweet and polite for me.â
âpleaaase, gege, please fuck me, wanna cum on it so bad,â you fall forward to press your chest against his and roll your hips quickly and shallowly. you start to mouth on his throat again.
âmy gege fucks me so good. gets so dee- ep! feels so much better when you take care of me, right? come on, caleb, pleaseeee fuck me into the mattress anâ make me cum with gegeâs cock, âs all i need, ge, please, iâll-â
heâs heard enough. he already feels like heâs going to explode from your tangent, but by the clenching your pussy is doing, he can tell youâre not too far either. he grabs your waist and raises up to flip the two of you, ultimately taking you with him so he can pin you between his body and the bed. your entire body reacts through twitching, screaming, kicking as he earnestly thrusts inside of you. he doesnât stop; he has to give you what you asked for.
âgo on, pips. keep tellinâ me how bad you need it.â he breathes out between grunts, pressing his palm into your abdomen. youâre squeezing him so tight; he wants to make you even tighter. he leans backward on his knees, holding you against him with one hand on your back. the angle sends him even deeper; heâs definitely not going to last long like this. and with this new perspective of being underneath you, tits bouncing as he fucks into you roughly, heâs right on the edge.
âcu- um insi- inside me, gege, i need it-â you look down at him, drool spilling out of the side of your open mouth and tears pooling in your eyes.
âi know you do. and i gotta give my sweet- fuck, sweet little sister everything she needs, yeah?â his words kickstart your orgasm- your pussy starts to spasm, swallowing his cock further as you start to thrash uncontrollably on his lap.
âgooood girl- milk your gege, baby, fuuuck yeah,â he starts to shoot at the peak of your orgasm- he wraps his arms around you and squeezes you in a bear hug. youâre shivering, trembling, damn near wailing as he slowly rolls his hips against yours, sending more cum through your cervix with every thrust.
your limbs and pussy are spasming even after heâs fully finished, so of course he keeps gently fucking you. he wants to take everything you have to give. he lays you back down flat on the bed, releasing his hold on you so he can hold himself above you while you ride out your orgasm.
youâre not even looking at him. your eyes are shut, face slowly falling more relaxed. and then youâre limp.
no way.
âpips. hey.â he shakes your shoulder. your chest continues to steadily rise and fall; your mouth opens dumbly. did you really fall asleep that fast? that doesnât make him feel any better about doing this with how drunk you are. he shakes your shoulder again and slides out from between your thighs. before he can continue his attempts, you slap his arm roughly. you crack your eyes open and scowl.
âclean us up. i wanna sleep naked. donât wake me up.â
he scoffs at your bossy demand. regardless, he crawls up to get you a warm towel from the bathroom. when he comes back, youâre snoring with every deep exhale. after he wipes the two of you off and climbs into bed with you, you roll over to face him and wrap your arms around him. you grumble against his chest and nuzzle further. he kisses the top of your head and asks, âwhatâre you sayinâ?â you raise your head up quickly and try to enunciate each word through your sleepy slurs.
âget hard so i can cockwarm you.â you donât wait for him to respond; you nestle back in between his pecs.
he shouldnât be shocked by your order considering everything else youâve said, but he is. it also makes his now relaxed cock jump. he maneuvers your leg to wrap around his hips so he can slot his tip against your still sopping pussy. you give him a pretty smile and nod as one last confirmation.
heâs had you to himself for three days, and he still canât get enough of you. he didnât think josephine leaving the two of you alone for a week would result in this, but he canât complain. not with the cute, inexperienced sounds you make and the beautiful expression you give him when he makes you cum. itâs given him a hunger he didnât know he was capable of having.
heâs made you cum seven times within the three days and two nights, all with his fingers except for the one you reached on his thigh. every one of your orgasms hammer at his control- he wants nothing more than to take everything. but heâll be patient with you. for now.
he would guess he has a total spent time of four hours with his fingers probing inside you, analyzing your expression with every nudge. seeing how you react to this pace or that one, how your tight pussy clenches even tighter when he talks to you, how you move your hips when you get close because youâre his greedy girl.
he has you pinned underneath him, caressing the side of your face as he smiles down at you. heâs been touching, rubbing, mouthing on you for at least an hour. both of you are sweaty and pent up- his balls are starting to feel heavy and tight. every time he tries to slide a finger inside of you, you squirm and shake your head.
âwhat? i know you want more, cause i do, too.â
youâre so sweet. you nod sheepishly before saying, âit hurts.â
youâre too sweet to him. too good for him. he wants to see how ruined he can make you.
âyeah? your little pussy still raw from last night?â he smiles and softly says, âlet gege take a look.â
your protests are completely unheard. he lifts himself off of you and travels lower- where his face needs to be. your panties are soaked; he canât stop himself from licking a stripe up the entirety of the wet spot. your hips shift away from the friction, and he hooks his fingers around the fabric hugging your hips and pulls down. a thick string of your slick snap once your panties pass your knees; his control snaps with it. he canât keep only using his fingers.
he dives in between your thighs and audibly slurps against your folds. you taste so sweet, you feel so soft. he stares up at you from under his disheveled hair, gazing between your tits with your juice everywhere under his nose. the expression you give him is more than enough confirmation. he needs more of you.
âha, yeah,â he almost feels bad when he gets a proper look between your legs. he laughs and mutters, âpoor baby was rubbed raw. so fuckinâ cute. guess i should make her feel better, right? iâll be gentle. i promise.â
he doesnât have to use his fingers to touch you. seeing you this close up, this ruined for him⌠heâs not leaving without getting the full experience.
âyour gege wouldnât hurt you. no, not at all. a good gege would take real good care of you, yeah? right?â heâs spreading your thighs open, digging his fingers deeper into your thighs. âstop squirming. how else am i supposed to be gentle?â
you donât say anything else, so he leans in again to run his tongue along your bare, open pussy. he sucks on your clit, then basically unhinges his jaw to devour you further into his mouth. your fingers nestle against his scalp, and he lets go of you with a pop. drool and slick is getting everywhere; he doesnât mind.
youâre more relaxed now, enough to gaze into his eyes and mumble, âyou like it?â he hums a laugh and kisses your thigh before responding, âfuck yeah.â
heâs tracing every part of your open pussy, wrapping his tongue under and around the fingers thrusting inside. heâs trying to commit your taste to memory, like heâs done with his fingers and how you feel. youâve stopped trying to push him out and have resorted to your legs directly over his shoulders, voice calling out for your gege every time his knuckles are flush against you.
it drives him insane. you make him want to never come back up for air.
âstop talking. iâm not talking to you, mei, iâm talking to her.â he gives the gentlest bite on your clit to enunciate his point, and you dry heave a sob. âiâm tryinâ to listen to her. be polite.â he returns between your legs.
âsomethingâs supposed to happen, dummy. iâm done getting interrupted.â
youâre squeezing his fingers so tight. your voice is desperate and shaky- youâre close. he wants nothing more than to taste it straight from the source as he makes you reach that point. heâs drinking, slurping, lapping up and down your sopping pussy. your legs are trembling; he canât stop, not when youâre so close. even if youâre sobbing out for him to stop, that you already came, youâre gonna pee on him- pee on him?
he definitely isn't stopping now.
the only downside to eating you out is that he isnât able to talk you through it. heâll have to play around more with you to figure out how to make you squirt with his fingers- or his cock? just the thought of you not only stretching around him, but gushing- he wants nothing more than to tell you how good of a meimei youâre being for him, that you taste even better than he imagined, please please please squirt on his face-
heâs never been so close to cumming without any touching. heâs positive that if he wasnât so focused on keeping the pace of his tongue, he definitely could cum in his briefs just from this. the two of you have time, after allâŚ
âoh, f- fuck- iâm-â you donât finish your sentence, you finally let your pussy do the talking instead. he cups his mouth around your pussy again, staring up at you while you squirt directly into his open mouth and arching your body inward from the force of your orgasm. once heâs satisfied with his fill, he pulls away, even slurping up his drool so he doesnât waste any, and lets the rest of your release gush across his face, his neck, until it weakly pulses out of your wet, raw pussy.
youâre gasping and twitching, flexing your fingers and toes as he licks his lips and sits up. heâs breathing as heavily as you are, staring down at your flushed, teary, adorably embarrassed expression.
âmy meimei tastes so sweet. all for your gege.â he pulls off his shirt from his collar and crawls on top of you. youâre not even looking at him- he doesnât mind. he wraps his arms around you to pull you close and peppers kisses over your annoyed face.
âtold you i was gonna pee.â you grumble.
âmhm. and i told you how good you taste.â he kisses you on the mouth now, sticky and sweet from his⌠adventure. you kiss him just the same.
âneed some water? iâll be back. then itâs round two, pips.â you roll your eyes at his flirty wink before he gets up. when he comes back, youâre still spread bonelessly on the bed, staring at the door. waiting for him.
