cw incest short n sweet jus’ something i was thinkin abt yesterday!!! i hope to write more abt my precious gege 🧁
ohhh to get daily inspection checks by bigbro!caleb :3 you’d always wake up with drool dripping down your pretty little chin, his fingers already spreading your folds. laying beside you, he notices your eyes flutter open and pecks a gentle kiss atop your temples.
you breathe shakily when a digit slides easily into your gaping hole, squeezing around him for dear life. tiny mewls leave your lips when he stretches you apart, adding another finger.
“g’morning baby sis,” he coos, his free hand supporting his head. “jus’ had to make sure my princess got her fill before school.” he leans over you, closer now, smashing his lips against your own. you whimper into his mouth, brows scrunching into each other. you were still so dazed from barely waking up from your precious slumber. you whispered a small, “gege”, hands pawing at his chest, and that was enough for him to curl his fingers, reaching for that spongy spot he never failed to forget. “y’gonna cum already?” he tuts, shaking his head.
safe to assume you didn’t go to any of your classes that day!
All names used to address him, he'd heard the words a countless times from countless people but nothing could ever beat your teasing lilt whenever you spoke to him.
"Caleb.." you whine, swatting at him. "It's so hot, summer is just the worst," you say, smushing your cheek against his arm as you sit beside him. You notice the way his cheeks flush, as you always do, and he pretends its simply the heat, like you said. "Want some ice cream, pips?" he asks without missing a beat, adjusting the fan towards your flushed and sweaty face as you make a pleased sound. God, what he would do to put a smile on your face, to hear that little hum of contentment you let out as you slump against him with a satisfied sigh.
"Xia Yizhou!" you say sternly, when he shows up late to pick you up. He has to hide the masochistic smile that threatens to break out on his face when you scold him like that. He'd do anything to please you. "Were you waiting long, pips?" he asks with an airy laugh. "Come on, be nice, I was only a minute late!" He fully laughs as you pinch his arm as punishment. He pulls out your favourite chocolate, and the frown on your face disappears as easily as it had shown up. He watches intently as you try not to break out into a smile, pretending to still be all tough, but you just cant help but smile. He'd move mountains for you, if it meant he was the reason that smile graced your beautiful face.
"Gege, does this suit me?" you coo innocently, pouting up at him with the lipstick shade you had just tried. The way you said it was pleading and so sweet, since you wanted him to buy the shade for you. His brain short circuits, and all he can think about is how close you were to him, his lips. Would the colour transfer onto his too, if you kissed? The loving way you called out to him echoes in his mind as he stares down at you, a flush forming on his cheeks rivalling the pink on your lips. You had him wrapped around your pinky finger, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He smiles, taking the lipstick from you and dropping it into the cart, "you'd look pretty in every shade, pips," he says. you grace him with a pleased giggle and he's never been happier. He could never say no to you, after all.
He wishes you'd never stop calling out his name. He'd memorised every tone, every cadence, every possible way you said his name- the breathy gasp you let out whenever he touched you the way you liked, the stern tone you used whenever he'd tease you, the playful lilt of your voice when you teased him back, he just can't get enough.
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author's note: a small little drabble i thought i'd write to get into the flow of it, since it's been a while, and caleb just... god, this man has such a chokehold on me
hey🥰!! Humbly requesting (if possible) what the Lads guys do when you kiss them and then run away ig? to tease them.
And happy December 1st✨️🤍
When you kiss him and run away
𝜗℘ feat. rafayel, xavier, zayne, sylus, caleb.
A/N: Happy December everyone!! I know I’m late but exams are chewing me alive ( ◜‿◝ )♡
— 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋
The kiss is quick, a soft brush of warmth against his lips and you’re gone before his breath even leaves him.
Rafayel freezes.
You watch his face change in seconds: surprise, wounded pride, disbelief… and finally, a quiet ache he tries to hide.
Slowly, he stands from his seat, fingers still stained with color from whatever painting he abandoned the moment you touched him.
You hear a dramatic sigh echo across the room.
“Oh,” he says, voice wounded enough to be framed in a museum. “So this is your new hobby? Kissing me and fleeing before the colors settle?”
He walks toward you not with the speed of someone chasing, but with the deliberate elegance of someone approaching a canvas that offended him personally.
“Cutie,” he calls, the word slicing through the silence, “you’ve left me with more questions than brushstrokes.”
You’re cornered by the time he reaches you, not trapped, just enveloped in his presence, in the intensity that follows him like spilled ink.
Rafayel leans in, fingers lifting your chin, eyes simmering with something softer than his pride wants to admit.
“You kiss me like that,” he whispers, “and then run?” A breath, warm and trembling. “That’s cruel, cutie.”
He presses his forehead to yours. You can feel his small smile, pained, fond.
“Next time… don’t run from what you started. Stay, and let me do the rest.”
He hooks a finger under your chin and pulls you in with theatrical precision, kissing you with dramatic, intoxicating depth. His arm slips around your waist, holding you close like you’re the center of his world. When he finally breaks the kiss, his lips brush yours as he murmurs, “Kiss me like that again… and don’t you dare run.”
— 𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑
Your kiss lands against his cheek soft, fleeting and then you disappear like a startled spark.
Xavier blinks. Once.
His lips curl into a small, warm smile you almost never see the kind that settles into your bones.
He doesn’t chase you.
He simply stands, brushing off imaginary dust from his sleeve, and starts walking toward where you fled. Each step is measured, quiet, and unhurried. He looks like someone following the wind, not a person.
You hide behind a column, your heartbeat loud enough to echo.
He stops a respectful distance away.
“…Are you hiding?” he asks softly.
Not teasing, not mocking, genuinely gentle. His voice is dusk settling over the world.
“You don’t need to.”
You slowly peek from behind the column and meet his eyes steady, reliable, and warm. He doesn’t move. He lets you come to him.
And you do.
He lifts a hand, brushing a knuckle along your cheek with barely-there pressure.
“You startled yourself more than me,” he murmurs.
There’s something in his gaze, a quiet understanding that makes your chest warm.
“If you need me,” he says gently, “I’ll always come at your pace.”
He cups your face with both hands, drawing you in with a soft, trembling breath. His kiss starts gentle, almost shy, then slowly deepens with warmth, he’s too quiet to speak aloud. When he finally pulls back, cheeks flushed, he whispers, “Even if you run… I’ll always find you.”
— 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄
Your lips touch his for the shortest moment barely a kiss and then you vanish.
Zayne doesn’t tense, doesn’t jump, doesn’t even blink too fast.
He just straightens his posture, exhales, and mutters something that might be a quiet laugh.
Then he starts walking.
Not chasing. Following. His steps are steady, calm, almost silent the way he moves during missions, controlled and grounded.
You turn a corner, thinking you’ve gained distance.
You haven’t.
He’s already waiting there.
One shoulder leaned casually against the wall, arms folded, gaze steady like he predicted your escape route from the moment you sprinted.
“You ran fast,” he admits softly, “but not far.”
He steps toward you calm, composed, unhurried every movement precise and purposeful.
“You don’t have to run from me.” His hand rises, fingers brushing your jaw gently. “Or run to get my attention.”
Zayne tilts your chin just enough to meet his eyes.
“If you want a kiss… ask. I’ll always answer.”
He steps closer, his hand lifting to your jaw with that steady calm only he carries. He leans in without hurry, kissing you slow and deep, the kind of kiss that feels like warmth settling into your bones. When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours as he breathes, “If you want me… you never have to run.”
— 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒
You kiss him quick, bold, mischievous and dart away.
Sylus freezes for half a second. Then a grin unfurls across his face, sharp and beautiful.
“Oh?” he hums, voice curling low. “You’re really going to try that on me?”
He doesn’t run, and doesn't even walk fast.
He simply appears wherever you aren’t expecting him.
You duck around a corner he’s already there, leaning against the wall, smirk shimmering.
You hide behind a door, his shadow slides across the floor a moment later.
You sprint down the hall he keeps pace effortlessly, voice lilting behind you:
“You’re predictable, sweetheart. I can read your steps like code.”
You whirl around, breathless and he’s practically nose-to-nose with you.
“How cute,” he murmurs, brushing a hair strand behind your ear. “You thought running would get rid of me?”
He cages you in with one arm above your head, smirk deepening.
“Next time you kiss me… don’t run. I want to kiss you back properly.”
He catches your waist and tugs you flush against him, lips brushing yours in a teasing whisper before he actually kisses you. The kiss is playful at first, then deepens with heat and a smile he tries to hide. He pulls back just enough to murmur, “Next time, sweetheart… I’ll be the one you chase.”
— 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁
Your kiss is gentle, affectionate, warm and then you bolt.
Caleb stops existing for a moment.
His hands go slack. His breath catches. His ears flush crimson.
Then something in his eyes sharpens soft possessiveness igniting like a spark catching dry leaves.
“Hey–! You can’t just run away!”
He chases you with his whole heart.
He nearly trips over his own feet catching up to you, breath uneven, eyes wide and shining with emotion he can’t quite hide.
When he grabs your wrist, his hold is gentle but unyielding like he’s terrified you’ll slip away if he lets go.
“You surprised me,” he says, voice trembling. Then, quieter, rawer: “I didn’t like when you ran.”
He steps closer, forehead nearly touching yours. His voice drops to a whisper, thick with something vulnerable and fiercely devoted.
“If you kiss me don’t run. Stay. I want you close.”
He pulls you in by the hips with a firm, possessive grip, kissing you hard enough to steal every breath you have left. His fingers slide into your hair, holding you there like he has no plans of letting go. When he finally breaks the kiss, voice low and rough, he murmurs, “Run again… and I’m carrying you back.”
⚘.cw : pseudocest, younger!caleb, older!reader, caleb calls you “jiejie”, he whimpers 'n begs, subby!leb, authoritative!reader, he's down bad, kinda mean!reader, grandma calls him once (semi-public-ish....if you squint)
⚘.cherry says : ANTIS DNI I'LL WRITE MORE FILTH LIKE THIS!!!...no fr, something about being a mean older “jiejie” figure to caleb does something to me iykyk. i heavily fw his whole forbidden ahh trope.
The afternoon sun filters through the half-closed blinds, painting stripes across Caleb’s bare chest as you straddle his lap on your bed. Your mouths are fused together, messy and desperate, tongues sliding, teeth clashing, spit slicking both your chins. You’ve got one hand fisted in his hair, yanking his head back just enough to bite his bottom lip, while the other is wrapped tight around his cock, pumping him with slow, filthy twists of your wrist.
He’s leaking like crazy, pre-cum dripping over your knuckles, making every stroke loud and wet. Your thumb keeps swiping over the flushed head, pressing hard into the slit until his hips jerk and he whines into your mouth.
“Jiejie—” he gasps against your lips, the word broken and pathetic. His eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide, unfocused, like he’s already halfway gone.
You just smirk and kiss him harder, swallowing every moan. Your hand speeds up, grip tightening, twisting on every upstroke so his whole body shudders. His free hand scrambles blindly until it finds your tit, squeezing hard through the thin tank top, fingers digging in like he’s scared you’ll vanish.
“Jiejie, fuck, please—” he whimpers, voice cracking as he starts rutting helplessly into your fist.
From the hallway, Grandma’s voice suddenly rings out, cheerful and completely oblivious. “Caleb! I’m running to the market for groceries, be back in an hour, okay?”
You don’t stop. If anything, you stroke him faster, thumb rubbing cruel circles under the head. Caleb’s eyes go huge, panicked, but he can’t even form words—just a strangled, wet moan muffled against your tongue. “Answer her, didi,” you whisper into his mouth, licking over his teeth.
He tries. God, he tries. “O-okay, Gran—” It comes out high and wrecked, ending in a choked whimper when you squeeze the base of his cock and twist. The front door clicks shut. The second the lock catches, Caleb breaks. His head falls back against your shoulder, mouth open, drooling a little as he babbles, “Jiejie, Jiejie, I’m gonna—fuck—gonna cum—”
You lean in, biting his earlobe, and pump him once, twice, three times more, hard and nasty. “Then cum for your jiejie,” you hiss.
He does, with a wrecked sob that gets swallowed by your mouth. Thick, hot ropes shoot over your fist, splattering his stomach, your wrist, even the hem of your tank top. His whole body shakes, thighs trembling under you, cock pulsing again and again while you milk him dry, kissing him through every pathetic moan until he’s left boneless and gasping, glassy eyes staring up at you like you’re his entire world.
You finally slow your hand, smearing the mess across his abs, and give him one last slow peck on his swollen lips.
“Good boy,” you murmur, licking a stripe of his own cum off your thumb just to watch his spent cock twitch one final time. “Now clean yourself up before Gran gets back.”
Mixing along with the sounds of your moans, was Caleb’s tail thumping wildly against your bedsheets. With every lick he gave to your cunt, a whine erupted from his throat. He damn near came in his sweats when your ankles wrapped themselves around his neck, shoving his slick-covered face deeper into the space between your legs.
“Caleb…please.”
Your breathless tone had his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Just as his floppy ears perked up, so did his cock.
“Ah shit…just-just put it in already.”
He paid your request no mind. His tail continued to wag as eagerly as his tongue swirled around your clit.
“One more…give me one more.”
You ended up giving him what he wanted, coating his mouth with your sweet slick.
He was clumsy as he removed the rest of his clothing. By how he tugged at the material, you were surprised it didn’t tear. Though you had seen it before, you could never get used to the sight of his pretty cock. Fat and thick with a vein running down the side of it, it formed into a perfect curve that when held at a perfect angle, would press against your G-spot in the best way possible.
Letting him settle between your legs once more, your hands found his forearms as he lifted your lower half onto his thighs so that your cunt was leveled with his dick. With how sticky and wet he left you, there would be no resistance. Your cunt would greedily accept what he was about to give you.
“She’s so pretty, pip. Pretty and perfect just like you.”
Curling himself over you, he kissed your breath away, his tongue licking every inch of your mouth. Holding his dick with one hand, he positioned himself at your entrance.
Just as his blushing tip slipped passed your entrance, a yelp came from the man. He stilled, his face remaining hidden along your neck. Even you froze, only reacting when you heard a sniffle and something wet met your skin.
“Caleb, are you alright? What’s wrong?”
You tried to get a look at his face, but he refused to budge from the safe space he had found in you. He spoke, yet you couldn’t make out the words as they were muffled.
“You need to speak up, puppy. Otherwise, I can’t help you.”
When you tried to push him off, he cried and tightened his arms around you.
“Please, don’t go!”
“Then tell me what’s wrong!”
At the rise of your voice, his ears went flat along his fluffy brown hair and his tail tucked itself between his legs. A few seconds passed before he spoke.
“…already.”
When you managed to only catch the last word, you asked him to repeat himself.
“I came already!” He cried. “I can’t help how soft and warm you are. Pussy feels like heaven.”
You were at a loss for words. Your hand moved quicker than your brain and reached between your legs. You paid no mind when Caleb whined as your fingers brushed around his dick that was still slightly lodged inside of you. There you found his warm seed spilling around him.
You were surprised and you wouldn’t lie to yourself.
It was kind of hot that the poor pup was so turned on that he couldn’t even fully sheathe himself inside of you before making a mess. His cock was still hard and ready to go.
“I’m sorry.”
His apology had the butterflies in your tummy fluttering about.
“Oh, sweet puppy. It’s alright.”
With a hand, you forced him onto his back and climbed into his lap.
His eyes sparkled as they took in your naked form, large hands coming to rest on your hips. The rise and fall of his chest had picked up, showing how excited he was to have you on top. If he hadn’t been lying on his tail, it would’ve been twitching like crazy.
“P-Pips, I’m sorry I couldn’t hold it…Just love you so much.”
A grin broke out on your face before you leaned down and pressed a kiss on his lips. His response was instant, tongue quickly slipping onto your mouth so that you can taste yourself. As he was distracted, you worked his entire length inside of yourself, a groan falling from you as you felt him pressing against your cervix.
Caleb must have felt it too as he broke away from your kiss in shock. His brows were scrunched up, cheeks an adorable pink as he realized he was fully inside of you. When you brushed your fingers against his cheekbone, his eyes found yours. He felt his heart flutter at the sight of your warm smile.
“Don’t worry, puppy. We have all night for you to learn some new tricks.”
He was slow, too slow. Every drag of his cock over your needy folds made your mind scream in frustration, begging him to just take you already. You arched your back, nails digging into his muscles as your body shook with desperation. Your cries filled the room, whimpers and curses as he edged you relentlessly, pushing you to the brink of insanity.
Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he denied you again, leaving you empty and aching. A broken sob escaped your lips as he dragged his cock along your soaked slit. He smirked down at your desperation, clearly enjoying the power he held over you.
That smirk. That goddamn smirk was the last thing you saw before your hand moved on pure instinct. The crack of your palm against his cheek echoed through the room, startling you both. But if you thought it would stop him, you were dead wrong.
His smirk only grew bigger, eyes darkening with a new intensity. A chill ran down your spine as he grabbed your wrist, pinning it above your head.
"Did you just slap me, pet?"
He yanks you towards him, your legs straddling his hips as the world becomes a haze of heat and moans. His hand fists in your hair, guiding your movements while he takes control. The other hand grips you possessively, claiming every inch of you as his.
His breath, hot against your ear, whispers words of dark promise and filthy praise "You really want to cum don't you, sweet girl?"
You're beyond words, beyond thought. All you can do is sob with need, your body moving on instinct when he lets you ride him. You take him deep, so deep you hiss every time his tip kisses your cervix.
But then he's gripping your hips, holding you down, stopping your movements. You whimper, desperate, aching need tearing from your throat. "Fuck, I love your messy pussy, the way you take my cock like" thrust "such" thrust "a good" thrust "fucking girl..."
His muscles start contracting, abs flexing. You can feel the way his cock jumps inside you. His balls draw up, tight and heavy, ready to empty their load.
And then it happens. He comes undone, his cock starts to pulse, pumping its seed soooo deep inside you. The feeling of him, the drag of your clit against his pelvis, the pulsing heat flooding your core... it's all it takes. You shatter, body convulsing, back arching, as you clench down around him, milking him, taking everything he has to give you.
Without warning, his hand comes down hard on your ass, a sharp crack of skin on skin "My turn"
His mouth hovers over yours, lips parted, breath mingling with yours, but no kiss comes. Instead, he's leaving a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses along your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.
"Who do you belong to? Who owns this pretty cunt, hmm?" The same questions over and over again.
Your hands fist in the sheets as you struggle to hold onto your composure, to give him the answer he wants. Your voice cracks on a moan as you choke out for the th time "You...I belong to you, Xavie."
But tonight his jealousy burns hotter.
He praises you with a low groan, hips starting to move faster, but it's still not enough, not nearly enough.
"Who makes you feel this way, bunny? Who fucks you so good that you forget your own name?"
You're shaking now, your body wound tight. Your skin is flushed and damp, breath coming in desperate little pants as you try to hold yourself back from the edge he's pushing you towards.
"Xavier" you cry out, desperation coloring your tone. "Please!"
His fingers brush against your clit and you moan, loud and long, back arching off the bed when he pulls away.
"Answer me, wh..."
Your hand moves on its own, cracking against his cheek. The slap echoes in the room and the sting radiates through your fingers, matching the throb of your pussy.
He stills above you, eyes widening in surprise at the sudden sting. For a moment, time seems to freeze, the only sound your ragged breathing and the pounding of your heart. Then, slow as a shark circling its prey, he turns his head to face you.
"I'm...I'm sorry Xavie...I didn't mean to..." you start to stammer out, cheeks burning with shame and embarrassment. But the words die on your lips as he surges forward, burying himself to the hilt inside your weeping cunt.
Then, he's moving again. Really moving. No more teasing, no more slow burn. He's pounding into you, hard and fast, just the way you like it, his hips slapping against yours with each thrust. You're screaming, your nails raking down his back, legs locking around his waist to pull him closer, to take him deeper.
Each thrust punches out the air from your lungs and replaces it with the hot, musky scent of his skin. His pelvis grinds against yours, the coarse hair at the base of his cock scratching deliciously against your clit.
Teeth, lips and tongue ravage the vulnerable skin of your throat, sucking dark blooms into the surface, painting you with the vivid hues of his lust.
"Mine," he moans against your skin, the word rumbling through his chest and vibrating in your bones. "You're mine. This cunt, this body, this heart, it's all mine."
He fucks you like a man who would die if he stopped, who would wither away to nothing if he couldn't have you.
And you take it, you take every thrust and every brutal kiss, your body arching to meet his. You take it all and beg for more, your voice raw and ragged but still pleading, still crying out for him.
His fingers pump in and out of your mouth, fucking your face with the same rhythm his cock is pounding into your sopping cunt. Drool coats your chin and the sound of your slurping and gagging fills the room. But he shows no mercy, keeping a pace that has your eyes rolling back and your toes curling.
Your cunt is a mess, gushing and squelching, painting his abs and the sheets beneath you with your slick. The room reeks of sex and sin, the air heavy with your mingled musk.
He leans down, lips brushing your ear" Say yes, move in with me and I'll fill this pussy up every day. Be mine, completely. I'll give you everything, kitten. Everything you could ever want."
His words are tempting, so sinfully sweet. The promise of having this every day it's almost enough to make you say yes. Almost enough to throw away everything you've worked for.
Don't do it, a tiny voice in the back of your head screams. Don't give in to him. You have a duty, a calling...
But Sylus's hands on your body, his lips on your skin, his cock, it's all so overwhelming. So perfect. So hard to resist.
You can feel your will crumbling, your resistance wearing thin. Each thrust chips away at your resolve, each kiss etches away at the last of your inhibitions. And as Sylus looms over you can feel yourself on the cusp of giving in completely.
Through the haze of another orgasm, you see Sylus's mouth open, ready to utter words that would surely seal your fate, and likely your surrender. In a moment of desperate, instinctive self preservation, your hand comes up to silence him with a sharp slap across his face.
His eyes widen in surprise and for a moment you stare at each other, chests heaving and hearts pounding.
Then, just as quickly, the surprise in Sylus's gaze melts into something darker. He catches your wrist in his hand, holding your slapping palm against his cheek as he leans into the sting.
"Feisty, I almost forgot"
He takes advantage of your vulnerability, his free hand sliding down to find your puffy clit, rubbing slow circles around it. "Slap me all you want, sweetie, It won't change the fact that you belong to me. That you'll be my wife, bound to me and Onychinus for life."
He feels your body react to his words, your gummy walls clenching around him. You're so close, he knows it. Close to surrendering everything for things only he can give you.
"You can have your little adventures, chase your thrills as a Hunter. But you'll always come back to me, back to this. Back to being mine."
Fuck, he's relentless.
You can barely catch your breath before he's pounding into you again, hips slamming against yours with brutal force. He's not holding back, far from it.
Your body is a livewire, raw nerves sparking with every thrust. The pleasure is too much, overwhelming and all consuming. You've lost count of your orgasms, your vision hazy, lungs burning. He's ruined you, used you, fucked you so thoroughly you can barely remember your name.
But he's not done with you yet.
So when your hand moves on its own, lashing out to strike his cheek, it's almost a surprise. The sharp crack of skin on skin makes him pause for just a second, the smirk on his face only grows. If anything, he looks amused.
"'S'too much Raf...please"
"Tsk, cutie. You know better than to hold back with me," He catches your wrist, pinning it above your head "I thought we had an agreement. A safe word for moments like these."
He leans down, lips brushing the shell of your ear, warm breath fanning over your skin. "Use it, if you need to. I want to hear you say it."
You don't use it.
He flips you onto your stomach like you weigh nothing at all, breasts pressing into the mattress, ass lifted. Before you can catch your breath, he's inside you again, splitting you open.
Your pussy is dripping, soaked, absolutely flooding around his dick. The wetness splatters his thighs, his balls, the sheets beneath you. It's filthy, it's messy, and you can't get enough.
He leans over you, weight pressing you down, pinning you in place. His fingers find your hair, fisting and yanking your head back. The sting of pain blends deliciously with pleasure, spine curving into the shape of his body. And then his mouth is on yours, hot and hungry. He spits into your open mouth, the sweet taste of him exploding on your tongue, and you swallow it down greedily.
Your moans turn to whimpers, your whimpers to sobs, until finally, blessedly, you shatter again. Your cunt clamps down on him, milking his cock. You're ruined, destroyed, fucked into sweet, sweet oblivion.
Even as you collapse beneath him, trembling and gasping, he stays buried inside you. His cock pulses, throbbing, painting your insides with his heat. He grinds against your abused cervix, marking you.
You feel his lips curve into a smile against your neck, hear his dark chuckle rumbling through his chest. "Slap me again, cutie," he murmurs "I fucking dare you. I'll just fuck you harder."
He craves your reactions, feeding off each gasp and moan that spills from your lips. His hips meeting yours thrust for thrust, as if he could somehow merge your bodies into one. Every sound you make, every arch of your back, only fuels his hunger. Your body is his to claim, and he takes great pleasure in breaking you apart piece by piece.
He keeps talking, keeps reminding you of the reasons behind the choices he's made. Having you followed for safety. Choices that have led you here, skin sliding against his as he drives into you again and again.
"You need to understand, baby," he grunts "I did this for your own good. I can't have you getting yourself hurt. Not when I'm not there to protect you." His hand grips your hip hard, pulling you down to meet his brutal thrusts.
But you're not listening. You can't hear anything over the pounding of your own heart, the rush of blood in your ears. All you can focus on is the way he fills you. So when his hand cracks across your ass, you barely register the sharp sting. Instead, it blends into the tapestry of sensation, another thread in the web he's spinning around you.
Until suddenly, it's not. Until your hand is moving on its own, striking out at the smug smile playing across his lips. The crack of skin against skin echoes through the room, startling even him. He stills, his body going rigid, but you don't. You can't. The anger, the frustration, the sheer need that has been building inside you won't let you stop. You ride him faster, taking him deeper, harder, as if you could somehow punish him with the force of your desire.
He recovers quickly and changes his angle, driving into you at a new spot that has you seeing stars. The smirk on his face turns deadly when he feels your walls clench around him "You want it rough? I can do rough too, princess"
He hammers into you harder, each thrust shaking the bed frame. "This is what you need, isn't it?"
"Fuck you Cay"
He bites down on your earlobe, soothing the sting with his tongue a second later. You're so close, teetering on the edge of a mind blowing orgasm. Every muscle in your body pulled taut, your fingers digging into his shoulders, nails scoring his skin. He can feel your desperation, your hunger, and it only spurs him on.
"Take it all, baby. Fucking take it. You know you need this, need me. I've ruined you for anyone else, haven't I? No one else will ever make you feel this good, this fucking perfect."
He leans down, his lips brushing against your neck feeling your pulse race beneath your skin. He licks a stripe up to your jawline before nipping at the sensitive flesh. "You can hit me all you want, sweetheart. It won't change a damn thing. You'll always be mine, no matter how hard you try to run from it. I've made you perfect. My good girl."
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