context: Caleb is a sweetheart, he can’t refuse anything you’re asking him, especially not when you ask him to teach you a few things about intimacy.
genre: smut, nsfw, fluff
warnings/content: kissing, fingering, oral (f!receiving), masturbation (m!receiving), mention of sex, lots of ‘pips’ and ‘pipsqueak’, praise, obsessed!caleb, obsessed!reader, teasing, pervy caleb (i admit)
a/n: awww, guys i love this man with all my heart how do i pull him out of the game please ?? btw i wrote this in different chapters into one big, i hope it’s not a struggle to read, made it the best i could~ should i make another one with other li’s or other steps ??? thank u for reading!!
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It wouldn’t hurt to teach you a thing or two, right ?
Caleb could swear it was so hard to refuse when you asked him to teach you how to kiss.
“‘cause you know, I haven’t even had my first kiss”
He has to hold back his smirk at the sight of your face contorting into disappointment, near despair. It’s just a first kiss, it’s no big deal if you haven’t ever kissed anyone. He was always supposed to be your first kiss after all, right ? It’s his. It belongs to him.
His heart sinks into his chest, he wants to kiss you so bad. He’s been waiting for this moment all his damn life. He wants to crash his lips over yours, he swears his body will move faster than his mind can proceed. But he has to stay put. Has to act normal about it.
It’s his first kiss too after all.
“Caleb ?”
You snap him out of his thoughts, he jolts at the sound of your voice speaking his name.
“Sure”
“It’s okay if you don’t want to—“
“No, no, I…”
Caleb stutters, what is he supposed to say anyway ? Fuck you mean “if you don’t want to” ? Of course he does. His brain just short-circuited. He doesn’t know how to act, how to breathe. He has been craving for this moment for so, so, so long.
He’s so deeply in love, obsessed with you. He imagined the taste of your lips so many times, he guessed how they feel all over him. Over every inch of his skin. His heartbeat is uneven, he’s so excited, so desperate.
“I’m not sure how to…”
“Don’t worry, pip’, I’ll guide you”
“Just trust me, m’kay ?”
He smiles lovingly. Caleb wants to reassure you, he doesn’t want to ruin this for how needy he is. He wants to be the first and the last to know how your lips taste.
When you nod, his hand finds yours, gentle, warming. He rubs his thumb over the back of your hand. His eyes find yours to make sure you still want him to kiss you, just one more time.
You’re frozen, unsure how to react, what to feel. You want to burst into giggles, of excitement. God, you’re about to kiss him. Kiss your whole life’s best friend, savior, protector. You know… you’re obsessed with him too. You’re so desperate and needy for his touch, his attention.
“Caleb”
Your voice echoes in his ears, like a faraway memory in the void. He presses his lips over yours, fuck…
Your lips feel exactly the way he imagined them, if not better. Soft, sweet, gentle. He likes it. More. He kisses your lips like you were something to be delicately handled. Not because he’s afraid to break, because he’s doing his best to hold back. More.
Caleb wants to take all of you, all the things he’s been craving from you. If only you’d let him do more.
His large hand cover your cheek, thumb grazing your lower lip between kisses.
“Can I ?”
You nod again, unsure just what he asks permission for but when the tip of his tongue licks your lips, you know what he means.
Inside your head, you know for a fact that if he’s going to teach you how to kiss, at least you’ll show him what you think you can do.
Hands lightly grabbing his shirt, you press your lips harder over his, giving him access to your mouth by sliding your tongue into his. Heat builds into your cheeks under his palm.
And when you think the kiss is good, he pulls back. Embarrassing.
“Did I do too much…”
“No, pip’, you’re really good at this”
You want to hide yourself. Something in his eyes or expression makes you think he didn’t like it. Or are you overthinking ? Ugh.
Truth is, he just can’t continue if all you’re expecting is a kiss. God, he’s burning inside. How is he supposed to kiss you like this and go on about his day ?
And you’re good at this. His brain is full on ‘who the fuck did you practice with’, but there’s no one. There can’t be. He always made sure there was no one.
He presses his lips over yours chastely, pulling away with a gentle smile. His eyes avoiding yours like they were going to enchant him and pull his clothes off him in a second.
He’s so good. You want to tell him he’s a good kisser, but he stands up faster than the words can fall off your lips.
“I’ll make dinner, wanna keep me company?”
You both manage to go on about your day, ignoring the needy dampness of both your underwears. As long as it’s not obvious, you’ll hide it from each other.
Both of you can’t risk being caught so obsessed with each other. No, never. Not yet, at least.
Lesson 1: Kissing. Completed.
For days you can’t get the kiss off your mind, nor can he. You miss the feeling of the kiss. His lips on yours. Your lips on his. He stares at your lips when you speak, when you smile, when you eat. For whole minutes without you noticing. And all you do is avoid looking at his all the time.
“Caleb ?”
“Pipsqueak?”
You don’t quite know where to start your question, or request. But your mind was so focused on his hands holding his phone. The device so small in his hands, so defined, so perfect.
“When did your hands get so big ?”
He frowns, holding his hand out to check it. You curl up closer to him on the couch cushion, grabbing it in yours. They make your hands look so tiny and gentle next in his.
Caleb stares at your hands around his, his mind quick on imagination. Your little fingers curled around him the way he always pictured.
And all you’ve been thinking about is his fingers curling inside you, pressing spots yours could never reach.
You don’t know how to voice your need, feeling like no matter how you ask for it, it’ll sound wrong.
His eyes meet yours and he swears he can read the words in your gaze. Begging him to touch you. But he won’t unless you put words into it. He needs to hear it.
He knows how wet and uncomfortable you are, he knows what week it is, he knows you’re needy. He notices everything, from the way you shift and rub your thighs together when you sit. To the way your skin feels hot under his touch.
When you bring his hand over your thighs, he’s sure he’ll lose his mind and use his cock to ease the tension between your thighs. Surely that’d help you out.
“Say it, pip’, what do you want.”
It’s not even a question, it comes out like a statement. Assuring you he won’t do anything if you don’t ask him with words. It’s just an act of service. Best friends help each other, right ?
Let’s just say it’s another lesson. The ‘fingering’ lesson, after the ‘kiss’ lesson. It’s just fair.
“Can you touch me, ..please ?”
He practically throws his phone to the side to grab your thighs. One hand snakes around your waist to pull you closer. Caleb is so gentle, so calm it feels like he has done that plenty of times and it twists your insides to think about it.
But he hasn’t. He has never touched anyone in his life, never felt how soft and warm your gummy walls would feel around his fingers. Around him. But he imagined it so many times that he knows how to touch you, how to handle you.
You sit back, spreading your legs for him. He smiles, lips kissing your temple, humming when his fingers slide inside your panties. Damped, soaked for him. And him only.
Your thighs flutter when his digits graze your clit, sliding down to your hole. He slides a finger inside, his cock twitching at how warm your velvety walls already feel around him.
Caleb is slow, appreciative, like he’s discovering your anatomy, learning every spots that make you gasp for more.
He pumps it in and out of you a few times before adding another finger. He kisses your cheek, reassuring you when you try to grab his wrist to hold him.
His thumb finding your button, pressing his digit over it. You squeeze around his fingers and he chuckles.
“Okay, okay… right there”
“Let me hear you, pipsqueak”
You squeeze your thighs, mewling at the feeling of his fingers inside you, so foreign and different from your usual small and thin ones. His practically press your walls deeper than you could ever hope on reaching.
Caleb makes sure his fingers are precise over and inside you, your clit carefully circled whenever he pushes back in.
And oh you sound so sweet, moaning his name in unison with the sounds of your hole squelching. Wet and noisy. It’s like the best harmony to his ears.
He works you through it, keeping his long digits between your walls. His thumb never stopping to rub over your pearl forcing your thighs to press together. The man smiles to himself, proudly.
“you did so well, pip”
Lesson 2: Fingering. Completed.
It’s the first time Caleb finally engages sexual activities with you, because all the things felt so unreal already. But all he wants to taste is in your panties and that— surely you’d give it to him willingly if he made the first move.
“just relax, m’kay ?”
The sound coming from you, your sweet hum of allowance is enough for him to pull your shorts off. His eyes darkening at the sight of your lacey panties before him.
It’d be a shame to waste just a beautiful nature for a few licks, right ? Even then, Caleb is hungry. His appetite grows bigger the more you stand close to him.
A few minutes and his hands firmly hold your thighs apart. Your thighs instinctively try to close or move away from his tongue lapping over your clothed clit. Your panties ridiculously wet, the scent of your arousal clinging to the fabric makes his mind go crazy. Blank in daze and lust.
“Caleb..”
Your moan begs him to just eat you out directly, stop teasing you.
Caleb has made you cum already by just tasting you over your panties, and the way you’re already trembling in his hands makes his cock leak.
“Please..”
“Sshh pip’, you’re doing so good”
Your head sinks back into the mattress. Panties so soaked by your juice and his saliva, you swear it’ll dissolve at some point. And he’s so loud over your clothed folds, so eager to taste you nonstop.
His tongue flat and wide over the fabric, lacey panties rubbing against his muscle. He reaches between your thighs, grabbing the fabric and pulling it tight over your clit when it loosens, nearly ripping the thin fabric.
The moans falling off your lips turning lewd, uncontrolled. How is he so good at this, his lips pressing kisses on your pussy. It’s like he loves her more than you.
And just when you start begging his name at the way he doesn’t stop even after your walls tighten around nothing, Caleb hooks two of his fingers into your panties and pulls it to the side.
He rubs his nose over your clit, inhaling your sweet scent, a smirk forces on his face. How he’s been waiting to taste you, he never wants it to end now.
His mouth waters at the sight of your whole leaking down, spasming around nothing. He hurriedly laps at the juice glistening in front of his eyes, he swears he could have came into his sweatpants at the taste.
“You taste so sweet, pip’”
Your hand finds his scalp when he laps up your bare folds, you can’t even make out when his lips or his tongue is touching you.
The sound of his lips pressing hot kisses over you echoes, Caleb tastes you like you’re an ice cream, sweet and melting from the heat. His mind lost, eyes closed in concentration, anything to keep the taste and scent of your pussy engraved into his memory.
He’ll never get enough of it. Never. He has never enough of everything that includes you.
Especially not this sweetness that clings to his tongue.
Lesson three. Pussy eating. Completed.
Caleb swore he could cum the moment you asked him what his cock looked like. You just seemed to have the need to see one. To touch one.
“Can I touch it ?”
You ask him so much kindness and innocence, it feels like you’re asking to touch the tip of his nose. Though when you crawl closer, letting him pull it out for you to grasp it. His eyes stare at your face, more focused on how your eyes light up at the sight of it.
How hard and already leaking with precum his length is under your palms. You’re so eager, yet you slowly rub your hands up and down. Holding the base of his cock firmly before pulling your hand up to his tip, where you slightly tighten your hand.
His breathing quickens, nearly choking on air as he desperately tries to not let out any lewd moans. Pathetic and needy.
Oh but it takes him just a few more strokes and he’s whimpering in your hands.
“Ah— pip’”
Caleb gulps thickly. His head thrown back, it takes every ounce of him to not circle his hands around yours and guide them over his cock in desperate strokes. Cause fuck, you’re teasing him at this pace.
His thighs shake under your touch, he forces his eyes close to focus on merely just your hands around his length. He knows he can’t bear the sight of your eyes staring at his cock between his thighs.
But then again, it’s unbearable to keep his eyes off you.
Caleb stares back down at you, taking a shaky breath in when he meets your eyes. Curious, eager and so beautiful.
He leans in. If you’re not going to suck him off, at least his lips will put your mouth to use. It goes against all that teaching session but fuck that.
Breathy moans mix in between his kisses, your hands never stopping their movements on his cock.
“You’re doing so good, pip’”
How many times will he tell you that along the way, he’ll eventually lose count.
Lesson four. Masturbation. Completed.
Everything about you makes him more and more obsessed. Everything you do, or say.
He can’t bear the thought of someone else having you. Having your first times. It’s all his. Every single one.
Just like it was his job to help you when you first rode a bike, it’ll be his responsibility to be the first to help you ride a cock. He’ll happily help you with it.
“Caleb, could you poke my cherry ?”
Believe it or not, he nearly falls into giggles like a maniac. But he holds back, his mind processing just what you just asked him. You can’t be seriously giving him your virginity.
Then again, he showed you plenty of stuffs you didn’t even know what it felt like. He showed patience when he could barely hold his restraint together. He deserves it, right ?
“Are you sure ?”
Be so fucking sure you want him to put his cock inside you. Inside your warm and gummy walls. Fuck he’s been dreaming about it. It was hard to not push it inside you whenever you passed your lessons.
Caleb knows that once he’ll be fully inside you, no one will ever have the chance to go past your entrance. Hell, you’re his and his only.
And he’ll make sure your body knows and remembers it.
Lesson five. Poke the cherry. To proceed.
@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.
context: you might have been a little too friendly to someone and Xavie baby doesn’t appreciate sharing what’s his…
genre: smut smut smut
content/warning: jealous Xavie, pinv, bit rough sex, dirty talk, mentions of “her” when referring to ur kitty~
a/n: it’s shoooort, and i wonder if i should develop this all, but i had to write abt jealous Xavie bc for some reason i can only say he’s the worst horny boyfriend. also, i love this guy. yeah. anyway, thank you for reading. hope you’ll appreciate this.
likes, rb and comments are appreciated, thank you lovelies ♡
Xavier’s cock hits every spot inside you, hard and deep. No rush, just enough to let your gummy walls feel every rigid veins and detail of his length brush inside them. He needs it, just to make sure you know whos cock is buried between your warm walls.
“who’s fucking her, mmh ?”
“you— ahh, you”
“my name.”
“Xavier, Xavier, Xavier..”
Oh he loves how your voice echoes in sync with his hips, his thrusts.
And he knows by the way your eyes roll, your hands shaking next to your hand on the mattress, that you’ll never go back to whoever you were being friendly with.
Oh yes, because it all began when you were being nice with someone and he became a friend. Possibly more interested in you than you were in him. Well, at least that’s what it might have given off.
You had the wonderful idea to invite this guy out along with Xavier, knowing how jealous he is but it’s fine he’ll understand it’s a friend of yours. A nice guy you met. Right ?
But the guy is indeed nice, way too nice. And Xavier hates it because it somehow gives him the right to touch you or earn compliments from you. He can barely say a word at the sight, he swears he’d shove his fork down this man’s throat if he doesn’t stop talking.
So when the date meeting is finally over, he quickly finds a way to circle his hand around your waist, kissing you when you leave. And by the coldness of his kiss, you knew he was going to put his jealousy into the mattress once you reach home.
“you loved it, didn’t you ?”
“the way he smiled at you”
“the way he looked at you”
His grip on your hips tightens, he holds you firmly, pulling you into his thrusts. He’s mean, and jealous. You can feel it, even his cock is punishing and threatening.
When he leans forward to kiss you, his tongue delves between your lips, brushing yours. And for once, he barely moans or lets out a sound of pleasure while he fucks you. It’s more of a lesson than a pleasure party.
He’s just mad. Desperately so. Because then again he’s so scared to lose you, he needs to have you for himself only.
His voice growls in his throat, greeted teeth muffling the few words that he mutters.
“who’s fucking her ?”
He repeats, like he needs to remind himself what’s his privilege is and his only.
Because as much as he gets mean when he’s jealous, you know it’s all because he loves you more than anything. He treasures you more than his own life.
Because no matter who you gaze upon, you know no one will love you like he does.
@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.
context: Dottore might be a little tiny bit obsessed with you, he’s a bit of a psycho
genre: smut, nsfw
warnings/content: stalking, sensitive topic (unconscious reader, yeah… i know), somnophilia, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), slight fingering, voyeurism, obsession, drugs implied (sigh), a bit sadistic ey
a/n: so basically i’m not very proud of this one but i thought as a fatui, Dottore was pretty much one of the worst partners in terms of sanity and uhm… i felt like this is his thing and it needs to be written. ehem. enjoy I guess. also i didn’t reread it that much so i’m deeply sorry if theres typos or illogical things. hehe.
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You know how crazy and deranged Dottore has always been. Not to mention how obsessed he is with you and your delicate anatomy.
Always staring at you in awe when you choke on a scrub of your food or a drink you were so thirsty for. He loves to see the despair in your eyes for air and how you cough to make the ache go away.
Always watching you sleep, counting how many seconds pass between your inhaling, his cock twitching every time it comes a second or two later.
Always standing nearby to have a sight of your body under the shower, never wary enough to check around you to catch his presence and the smile on his face. Oh he loves to see the soap run down your body, mind too imaginative to not picture all this being his cum running down your skin.
And just when you start getting closer, something shifts in him. He’s done being a spectator of your life. He wants to get in, be part of it.
So when you invite him over he knows he’ll do it. He’ll have to, whether you want it or not. Call it whatever you want but you were always his and he’ll have to make sure your body knows if not your mind.
Dottore waits for the right moment, catching every smile you shoot at him in appreciation. Oh, you’re so adorable. So vulnerable and innocent.
And he’s all the things you’re not. A complete freak, a psychopath ready to hurt you if he can’t get what he wants from you in kindness. He’ll hurt you. He swears he will.
He needs just a minute, enough for you to get up and go get him a glass of the fine drink you offered him to taste. One that you discovered just lately by chance at the store down the street.
He gets up to keep you in his line of sight, rummaging in his bag for the tiny bottle he prepared just for you, and a piece of cloth. A glove on his hand and he spills the chemical on it with a satisfied smile.
Dottore loves to hear your voice yap about just anything that comes through your mind. Your day, the weather, what happened at your friend’s birthday, the wedding you’re attending next week. Fucking hell you just tell him everything, everything he already knows about.
It all gives him enough time to circle a hand around your waist. His cock twitches at the sound of your voice hiccuping in surprise, suddenly trapped between him and the counter where your drinks stay. Drinks that will stay here for most of the night surely.
He giggles, placing his chin over your shoulder and when you start pushing him away as nicely and politely as you can — just how he thought you’d do — his hand comes up to cover your mouth and nose.
He swears he could cum in his pants at how your adorable strength tries to squirm out of his grip. So lively, so full of determination.
Your hand trying to grab his face in an attempt to press a spot that would make him let go instinctively but the scent and effect of the chemical gets to mind faster than you can react.
“shh, shh, it’s okay, it’ll be over in a few seconds”
He sounds already foggy and way too calm to your ears when the words fall out his smiling lips.
“chloroform will do the work, just breathe in f’me”
A few seconds and you’re going numb in his hold, at his mercy. Your fighting ceases, your whimpers of fear cease, and your breathing under his arm around your waist is slowly becoming steady and relaxed.
“I’ll take good care of you”
He smirks, too satisfied to be able to have you all to himself, your mind too intoxicated to refuse him anything. Your body is just like his subjects, just an empty body for him.
When he sets you down over your bed, limp and asleep — because all he can see is how close the flutter of your eyes is to the ones you do when you’re deep asleep.
Not even an ounce of him feels guilty when he pulls your pants and panties down, spreading your legs so gently. He handles you like a collectionner about to pin a butterfly to an empty frame. So delicate and beautiful.
He looms over your figure, inhaling your scent in the crook of your neck like a maniac.
“Mmh, divine”
He whispers his actions as if you were one of his experiments, but your body will be his clipped paper where he’ll write down all the filthy work he’ll do.
Dottore leans back on his heels and knees, staring down at the pink folds spreading with the movement of your thighs. Studying the functionality of how your pussy opens for him like he used to study the reflexes of frogs in biology.
He moans at the sight, his breath melting into pants — his cock pulsating at the mere sight of your body. He knows it’s not right, it’s not right to do that while you’re unconscious.
Oh how he would have loved to see your eyes widen in terror while he discovers your body but he has to admit it’s easier this way.
Two digits find your folds, spreading your lips in curiosity. It’s so pretty, so soft and well done. How can pussy be such a piece of art in anatomy.
He pushes your legs up to your chest, lowering his face over your heat. His nose grazes your clit, causing your body to jolt, and it makes him scoff.
He didn’t know this could work like this. Or did he not wait enough on the chemicals for you to be deep asleep ? Are you just pretending to be unconscious ? No. Surely not.
His nose nuzzles over your clit again, inhaling your scent — hell, you smell so good.
He laps his tongue flat over your folds, a mix of sweet and salty, he doesn’t know. He’s never tasted such a perfect thing. He licks up once, twice, thrice slowly before he loses his patience and all he can think of is whether your body can cum on his tongue when you’re unconscious.
The sounds are desperate, yet calculated. Thirsty and hungry like he hasn’t been fed for days.
When he catches his breath, Dottore places hot kisses up your tummy, your skin his favorite fabric. He wants to ruin it and mark his name in it, crave it so anyone that’d be next will read his name when they’ll be inside you.
He pulls on his pants, lowering them just enough to pull his cock out. Hard and leaking for your core. Begging to be roughly pressed inside you. Oh but you won’t be moaning his name, he hates it.
His tip nudges past your entrance, and all he does is tease himself. Fucking just the first inches of his length inside you, just enough to begin, to feel how warm you are around him.
But he knows he’ll lose his patience the moment he’ll cum, burying every inches of his girth between your tight walls. Filling you so full of him, so willing to take him.
Your body rocks over the mattress at every single one of his thrusts, deep and hurried. Your breast bouncing for his eyes to stare at, and the bulge in your stomach where he hits the spot. Fuck, he loves you.
If he could even call this love at all. Oh you would never love him. Not after this, that’s for sure. He burned his only chance with you. He’ll never get a second chance after this either.
But when he cums, feeling your walls flutter around him it’s all nothing. He doesn’t care. If you’ll never be his, he’ll find the perfect mix in his laboratory that will make you change your mind and make your body his.
Whether you want it, or not.
@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.
Men that think they’re so funny, making jokes about everything around you, until they get extremely comfy and start joking about sex around you.
It’s all about the way you sit on the couch next to each other— at safe distance because you swear you’d both burn if you even just touch the slightest.
You start squirming around in your bra that’s so uncomfortable and feels tight around you, the straps feeling like they’re cutting into your thin skin.
“is it bothering you ?”
“mmh, yes”
“take it off then”
And you can’t hold back from hitting him when he smirks and giggles, proud of his teasing — knowing damn well your white shirt would do nothing to hide those pretty nips.
All you think of is why did you even bother answering, of course he was going to answer such things. He has become a freak around you for some reason.
Like why is he so comfortable around you now, what changed and when ? You don’t remember even giving him the hint to joke about sex with you anyway.
You’re always bickering, wincing at each other playfully (or not) basically spitting at each other’s face whenever you have to exchange a few words. If not a few looks that would betray if you looked at least two seconds longer just like he always does.
Obviously this was unnecessary hate because just what did he do to you ? Flirt and be annoyingly fine every second through a whole ass fucking day ?
There’s whole days that just pass without him doing anything to tease you, or at least not first thing in the morning. Somehow these are the days he looks the most horribly fine, and you can’t get your eyes off him. Full of hate, of course.
There’s something about him that simply pisses you off.
Maybe it’s the way he holds back his laugh when you make a joke, refusing to give you the satisfaction to be funny like he thinks he is.
Maybe it’s the way he winks at you when you meet his eyes randomly, just talking about something you suddenly don’t even remember anymore.
Maybe it’s how he generally thinks you’re so obsessed and attracted to him — not as if you weren’t but — it’s infuriating.
He genuinely boils your blood, and that even if he’s just breathing.
“Stop breathing so loud—“
“Aaand what will you do if I stop breathing and die, huh ?”
“Get up and leave maybe.”
“No you won’t, you love me too much for that”
“Hell no”
“Hell yeah, pup’”
Like — can’t he just shut his pretty mouth up ?
Even when you just try to find something and he has the answer — for once telling you nicely, not acting like the biggest smarty pants that he is. You always find a way to unintentionally wake something inside him and make him crave your annoyance — attention, more so.
The moment his mouth opens to answer, you’re already rolling your eyes expecting him to tease you after losing yet another thing around the house.
“Stop rolling your eyes at me”
“Or i’ll give you a reason to”
You nearly choke on air, snapping your eyes right into his in pure shock and disbelief. Like..
“what did you just say to me ?”
“heard me right, i said it’s in the bag you wore yesterday”
One thing he will never admit is how bad he needs to repeat those words. If it’s playing in his head why would he hide what he needs desperately ?
After all, it’s only fair he gets his part of the deal when you act so nonchalant and bratty when he’s just trying to help, right ? Fuck, no. He can’t.
He can’t because it’s way funnier to tease you and make you flustered than be the one flustered.
The few times you retort and flirt back, he swears his cock twitches in his pants and all he does to hide it is physically push you away to prevent any stupid smile to fill his expression.
Although he openly stares at your revealing shirts, meeting your annoyed gazes and death stares right after, like he wasn’t just picturing lewd things at the sight.
But again, he suppresses the hot chills he gets from being caught red-handed.
What expression would you even do if you caught him cock in hand, whispering your name ? He swears he would unlock a new expression from you. And he loves it, it’s just so thrilling.
He has plenty of pictures of you that you wouldn’t even remember when and where he took them. But he certainly remembers when he used those to get off.
And it usually gives you a bit of peace for a suspiciously long moment, he seems to walk past you without feeling the need to tease you.
But it all ends really quick when you’re biting into some snack and he reaches for your chin to bite the other half, licking his lips and looking straight into your disbelieving eyes. Leaving and humming whatever tune you were listening to under the shower earlier.
You hate his antics, why does he have to be like this all the time anyway ?
Can he ever get his eyes off you when you just try to be focused on something important. You swear you want to throw him out the window for peace sometimes.
Sometimes you spend the worst days, most stressful days and he’s here finding a way to keep you on edge. Not having in his plans to give you even a few minutes of rest from all that stress.
All that stress that he can’t wait for you to throw it onto him. Tell him how annoying he is, he loves it.
“Stop staring at me”
“rough day ?”
“don’t start”
“i know ways to get it off your mind”
“fuck you”
“yeah, that’s one”
At every single one of his sentences you swear you’ll pull his eyes out of his face.
You’d try your best to piss him off too if only you knew how your words wouldn’t come back to you.
To be fair, you never talked to his friends but you’ve considered being hyper friendly when they come over, if it meant your little roommate would see red from it. You’d love to see him lose that infuriating smirk the moment he sees you all giggly with his friend.
“Stop that”
He’d say after his friend had left. You just act like nothing happened, oblivious. But you can’t help it when he looks so worked up over so little things.
“He’s a nice guy—“
He swears he wants to shut you up with his lips, but everything inside him tells him not to. He knows you’ll have a way to tease him. It’s pointless.
So he uses his hand to shut you up, palm clasped over your lips to prevent any sound coming from your mouth.
“Shut up”
Ha.
It’s funny. If you’re being honest, the sight of him being… what ? jealous ? is the best expression you’ve ever had on his face.
Yet all this lasts only a day, or maybe even only hours.
One other thing that pisses you off heavily is the way he’s just living in your space all the time. Yes, obviously he does, you were set to live together but this… ? Is way too much.
The few only times you forgot to lock the door to the bathroom —which is unfortunate, you must note— he freely enters like it’s the most normal thing happening, holding that subtle knowing smirk when he makes eye contact with your annoyed face.
As if this same door wasn’t usually closed and unavailable when you’re inside. He knows, he tries all the time. Or he just presses the doorknob to scare you ? God knows.
You can’t help but speak, never mind the toothbrush in your mouth muffling your words.
“I hate seeing your face every single day”
“Sit on it then”
You nearly choke on the toothpaste at the few words.
“What ?”
“Heard me right. You won’t have to see it if you do.”
“Shut up”
“Another problem that’d be solved if you did.”
You hit him, again and again. If only he would shut his mouth up. But he only giggles when you fight him for his words, blush sticking to your face embarrassing you as always. And he loves it. He really, really loves it.
Cause no matter how much you try to hate him, he knows you’re as obsessed with him as he is with you.
Cause he also knows how much you want all the things he tells you, as much as he does.
And of course he knows you’ll still hate on him when he’ll finally be deep inside you.
— SYLUS SATORU Oikawa kageyama Eren KAEYA ais
— AND YOUR FAVS ♡
another ooone, already ? yes, already.
based off Sunwoo btw bc this man seriously pisses me off (yes he’s my bwrecker)
respectfully — i hope you liked it, i kinda wanna do a part 2 to this sooo lets see. trying to not overthink the whole thing causeee waw
likes, rb and comments are appreciated, thank you lovelies ♡
@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.
When you finally get your mind set on some work to do, sitting at your desk like a champ. Finally getting an ounce of motivation to do your tasks for your next deadline, and then there he is.
Observing you from where he is sitting, desperately trying to focus on his book or.. whatever occupation he tried to acquire to pass the time while you have to do your own things. Barely glancing in his direction.
No.. this can't be though. Not for too long at least. So you expected him to stay nicely sat a few meters from you, sitting at your desk when he could just.. help your motivation further ? Nah, think again.
Confidently typing on your keyboard, you sigh, a small content smile spreading on your lips as you analyse your progress. It's almost done, finish line is right ahead — a small pat jolts you out of your concentration.
"Wanna hug.."
You look up, his eyes needy and desperate to just have his arms around you — or so you thought.
"Please"
"I just have a few more things to do, we can cuddle all you want after that, I promise.."
He closes his eyes, sighs and shakes his head — you don't get it, do you ? — his eyes bore into yours again, he places a gentle hand behind your shoulder.
"I've been waiting all day, please."
He whines, whines. You sigh, shoulders falling in despair, letting him know this isn't the right time for you, no matter how much you love him. Yet just as he wanted, you get up. Leaving him just enough space to slip behind you and sit on that uncomfortable chair you sat on all day.
You sit on his lap, his thighs supporting you better than any chair could. It was way more confortable, yes — and as soon as his deprived hands grab a firm hold of your waist, you know that work will have to wait until at least tomorrow.
You look over your shoulder, discerning the blush over his cheeks, ‘attempt to self control’ written all over his face.
"Happy ?"
He nods weakly, one arm circling around your waist to pull you closer — desperately closer. You quickly find your back tightly pressed against his broad chest, nearly sensing his heartbeat quickening in anticipation.
He adjusts in his seat and there you finally feel it — it's hard, aching to be relieved, it's twitching and already leaking at the feeling of your clothed hole over him.
"Hey.. I'm warning you, if you don't let me concentrate on this work, I'll shoo you away. Better stay still."
As if — but then again, as you wish — he audibly gulps, doing his best to not whimper under you when you order him like this.
"Just wanna be inside then, baby, please"
He shifts again, his hot breathe warming the soft skin of your neck while he whispers next to your ear. It's the only way to not fail in maintaining his cool and not let out any needy noises.
Your eyes glued to the screen in front of you, you lift your hips up, standing on your feet for a few seconds — a silent yes that he quickly takes in, as his thick hands hurriedly grab the waistband of his boxer and sweatpants, pulling them down mid-thigh.
His cock doing it's best not to burst a load at the sudden change of temperature, tip red and sensitive already after a day of imagining your sweet hole around him.
You lower your shorts and panties, both falling to your feet without effort, his eyes pretty much shining at the sight of your bare ass, he can't even keep his hands to himself at the view. A faint slap falls on your ass followed by a devilish scoff resonating in his throat as you jolt.
Spreading your legs and taking a few steps back so you're bending over him, elbows steadily holding you up on the desk as you let him align himself with your entrance. His big hands gently guide you down on his length, — it twitches, pulsates. It's hot and needy, like him.
You hear him hold back his breath as you sink down on him, sitting proudly over his lap when your walls finally envelope his cock all the way to the base. He lets out a shaky breathe, the same arm finding it's initial place around your waist for support and sanity. At least what's left of it.
"T-Thank.. you.."
You giggle faintly, you just made the big boy stutter by just sitting on his aching cock, veins pulsating blood in his hard shaft so desperately you swear it'll mess up your heartbeat.
Fully filled, warming him up just the way he was craving for hours, you straighten your back, your hands find the keyboard as you begin typing again, concentrating back in your work.
Mind you, you're the only one concentrated and mentally okay with this situation, because if one person in this room isn’t losing it, it's certainly not him right now. But you so wanna finish this work after all.
And he wants to finish too — or maybe, we're not talking about the same thing now ?
His eyes tightly close, it's taking all his self control to not hold you in a headlock and fuck himself inside you. Maybe this will remind you he needs a piece of the attention you overly give to your works.
He sighs, his eyes scanning your back and the way it stays so still over him. Wondering just how you're able to act so cool, when you usually mewl and incoherently babble when he sinks his fat inches inside your tight little hole.
"You're so warm, you feel so good wrapped this tight around me, doll"
His hips jerk against you, pushing himself just a tiny little bit deeper. You're wet, oh so wet for him, and it works his brain up so bad.
He leans closer to your back, pressing a hot kiss to the back of your neck, his huge hands making your waist look so small when they snarl over your skin, grabbing a good hold of the way your hips do their best to stay still.
"Baby, please.."
You contentedly sigh, he knows how to get under your skin — he knows how to break your resistance, — and patience is key.
Kisses pressed gently on your skin, marking your neck all the way to your shoulder while his hungry hands slide under your shirt, begging to be wrapped around those soft and round boobs.
You feel so small under his hands, he loves it. He loves the way you feel so fragile and breakable even when you think you're in control. His hands come up to grope your breast, thumb teasing your hardened nipple, — and you do exactly what he wants, you mewl.
He wants to tell you to give up on that work for today, you certainly did a good job so far already — but you'd tell him to keep his hands off you and scold him for distracting you.
And he doesn't want that. Toying with you is just how he likes to have you. Earn you.
"Baby.. I need to finish this, please"
He knows. Does he care though ? No. Absolutely not.
His digits work over your tit, circling and flicking them until your hips unconsciously twitch and you squeeze his cock. He smirks, he knows you're too weak to play this game. He won from the moment you took your eyes off your fucking screen.
"I'm almost done"
And he'll make you say it again afterwards, but surely not speaking about your stupid assignment this time.
He bites your neck, his hips jerking when you squeeze him again, earning a lewd moan out of your soft parted lips. Because at this point, you were needy and desperate to have him pace his hips into yours. You needed him as much as he needed you after all.
Yet here you are, insisting on finishing that damn assessment. You shakily type a few word on the computer while he plays with your boobs, as if you were used to it now. Unbothered, — not quite exactly though, you were practically soaking his tensed balls wet.
"Look, what d'you think ?"
You manage to ask, his hands and mouth still trying their best to distract you from that damn computer.
"Mmh, don't care."
He kisses, bites your skin, already red and overused. His hand slide down your stomach, finding their favorite place between your thighs while the other grab a firm hold of your waist to keep you in place.
Because he knows and understand that you want to act indifferent so bad but once he's got his digits between your folds, you're squeezing your thighs together and squirming around, begging to be spared.
And once his fingers slide down your folds, ghosting over your clit, you're doing right what he knew you would do. Squirm around, desperately trying to pull on his wrist to keep his hands away from what he toys the best with.
"Sshh, focus on your assessment, baby"
Asshole, you think to yourself — so he needs you mewling, whining and fighting under his grip to remind you to stay focused ? Daring you to resist him now.
His kisses turn into mean little chuckles, his arm griping your waist tighter than it ever has been so his fingers can work over your clit, toying with it just the right way to get you rolling your eyes and throwing your head back over his shoulder.
"Okay.. okay. That’s it, lemme reward you, doll"
You moan and press your thighs together — at least best you can with how spread he's keeping you with his own thighs. He kisses your cheeks, finally able to see your pretty face contort in pleasure as he handles you.
You're shaking already, deprived from your own will. His firm hold over your waist easing him to move your hips over his own, his tip pressing the deepest spot of your insides with just how hard he is.
Your lips parting to let out yet another needy mewl, his thumb caresses the soft skin of your sides. He presses another kiss on your temples.
"I'll take care of you now"
He doesn't want to be mean but he's been craving to cum inside you all day, his poor balls aching to be emptied. Wishing he could just pick you up and throw your small frame on the bed and fuck you till you can't even remember your own name.
After a long day of ignoring him, you got him all desperate. Poor big boy losing his restraint and becoming a messy one needing to get his favorite little hole filled to the brim with his precious cum.
Reminding you that your time is all his and only his.
— CALEB ais Eren Xavier AMON suguru Marius ghost
— AND YOUR FAVS ♡
fyi, yes, i have works to do. and yes, i was doing it with caleb staring into my soul while doing it.
it just sounded so well i had to write that down. writing this without overthinking it guys, bare with me. anyway i admit i wanted to quote my favorite guys bc they deserved their little story too! didn't quite know how to finish it—
if anyone has ideas or requests i'm all ears.
likes, rb and comments are appreciated, thank you again lovelies ♡
@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.
It was meant to be just a sweet reunion after months of being away from each other. Of course, he was the sweetest, the nicest and softest he has ever been with you.
He had it all planned. The schedule was to go out, have a nice meal before sun sets, sit on a bench until the lights are the only things illuminating you both. You have so many things to catch up on, to talk about.
It has been months, a few long months being apart from each other, where you both did your best to keep in touch. A few facetimes, calls here and there. A few good nights or good mornings just to let the other know you’re thinking about each other.
So the day you managed to get off work early, you figured you’d surprise him. Come over and then you’ll go out just as you planned for your reunion one day.
In fact, he is surprised to see you at this hour, all dressed up, all ready and delighted to finally see him after all this time. Oh, he is too though. Way more than you think.
After hugging you tightly, welcoming you back into his warm and relaxing arms, something shifts in you two. It takes only an eye contact to know you both want to procrastinate that reunion plan. Next time, you say.
Next time because you might have overestimated your control and underestimated the need for each other.
A few steps into his home and your lips are pressed against his in a desperate kiss. He moans at the taste of your lips, remembering just how much he missed having his tongue inside your mouth. Yet, he is still tender, his hands firm on your waist, but as much as he is desperate to feel you he doesn’t want to be brutal.
You remember how much of a good kisser he has always been, if anything, you’re the one being needy about his lips on yours.
“missed you”
He whispers against your lips. Already out of breath.
His hands circle you, invading your shirt, testing every inch of you. It helps him remember how soft you feel in his hands. Soft and warm, and gentle. Oh, he loves you.
You know it. It’s clear in his eyes, the way they seem to speak when he stops just a a few seconds to stare at you in awe. In awe and whatever is that glint winking at you in his gaze.
It makes you giggle, his smile only widening.
“missed you”
Of course he repeats it. He barely remembers if he told you he misses you enough times while you were away. Either way, it’s not enough to describe it.
Few minutes and you’re met with the softness of his mattress, a smile of pure love and joy spreads on your lips. One that he kisses desperately, tasting your lips, your saliva. Oh, he missed everything about you.
His hand slides under your shirt, palms finding release around your round boobs. Barely enough time for them to have fun before his lips kiss every piece of skin that’s in sight.
It almost lasts too long the way he sucks at your nipples, the friction soaking your panties wet before he even gets to slide his hand under your skirt.
Fingers playing with your folds, circling the little savior that gets you wet enough for him to fit inside you later on.
A few kisses on your lips, neck, breast and he’s removing your panties, too impatient to wait for taste test. He knows you taste too good to not be tasted.
His tongue lapping up your clit, the lewd kiss sounds mixing with his gulps and desperate pants make your cheeks burn red, thighs shaking to close around his head. Obviously prevented by his hands.
Your legs shake, your hips squirming to escape the continuous friction but he leaves you no choice, no choice but to take it. As much as you want to squirm. As much as your legs shake over his shoulders. You’re so pretty when you tremble like this in his hold.
When you think he won’t stop until you squirm all over his face, he flips you over. If anything, he has always been a sucker for backshots. You just look so good all arched for him, and he’s obsessed with your ass.
So soft, so round. He bites into your waist, holding your hips like he’s discovering you for the first time again.
His tip finds your entrance so smoothly, brushing its way up your walls like it was meant for him only. You both sigh in relief. It’s been so long. So.. so long.
One hand firm to the side of your head and the other keeping your neck pressed to the mattress, his eyes roaming over your back perfectly arched for his hips to hit into yours. Your ass bouncing at every sharp and deep thrusts he aims for.
Cock so hard and precise, you know exactly what spot he is aiming at, and he does know too. He knows your body, he knows his sweet darling. He knows how you arch your back, angling your ass further when he finally hits it. You try to escape it so hard, and yet you could say it’s your body jolting in surprise.
His palm sharply hits your ass when he finally gets annoyed at your squirming. Your lips parting to let out a gasped moan when he bends closer, hips halting into a deep thrusts, lips brushing your ear.
“you better cut that shit”
One hand grips yours into the mattress, the other grasps your scalp, pulling on your hair. His warm breath ghosts over your neck and he pulls back. Just enough for you to let out a sigh. You know it’s not mercy. He’s toying with you. It’s a threat.
Sweat covers your skin, it’s been only a few minutes. You know he can go for hours, but you can’t. You surely can’t. Never could. Never will.
Another gasp catches in your throat, he thrusts back in. Fat tip pressing your cervix with the meanest violence, and you’re so full of him. His cock is drenched in your essence, your walls barely able to spasm around his size.
“can’t… s’too much”
And he chuckles, he knows you can take more. He knows you will take more. He’s not even half as nearly done with you. You’ll have to take him until he gets fully fed for missing you so much.
What were you even expecting. Disappearing from his sight for months, just a few texts, voice messages or calls to soothe his aching needs. And when he finally gets to be close to you again, he should take only the minimum ? Nope.
“sshh, breathe”
Breathe, he says. You swear you’d hit him if you had the strength for it. As if breathing was going to help how drenched and numb you are.
His firm hand grips your hips, just making sure you stop all that bullshit squirming. His hips push back in, slow, deep. Mean. Testing the sounds coming from your lips.
“fuck”
One thing is certain, he’s the sweetest man all the time but in bed, it’s another story. And you don’t quite know whether it’s about the way he knows what he’s doing to you or whether it’s just his cock being a meanie.
— CALEB ais Childe AYATO pantalone (??) DOTTORE LEVI eren Marius
— AND YOUR FAVS ♡
Well… here we are. It’s been a while again, my apologies.
soo uhm, this occurred because it’s been ages since I gazed upon the lee jeno and he— im out here biting my finger and lip. but i cant openly write abt him cause ppl might come at me ikyk
hope this turned out nice and s..weet. sigh i have more comiiing sleeping in my draaaafts.
@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.
Men that think they’re so funny, making jokes about everything around you, until they get extremely comfy and start joking about sex around you.
It’s all about the way you sit on the couch next to each other— at safe distance because you swear you’d both burn if you even just touch the slightest.
You start squirming around in your bra that’s so uncomfortable and feels tight around you, the straps feeling like they’re cutting into your thin skin.
“is it bothering you ?”
“mmh, yes”
“take it off then”
And you can’t hold back from hitting him when he smirks and giggles, proud of his teasing — knowing damn well your white shirt would do nothing to hide those pretty nipples.
All you think of is why did you even bother answering, of course he was going to answer such things. He has become a freak around you for some reason.
Like why is he so comfortable around you now, what changed and when ? You don’t remember even giving him the hint to joke about sex with you anyway.
You’re always bickering, wincing at each other playfully (or not) basically spitting at each other’s face whenever you have to exchange a few words. If not a few looks that would betray if you looked at least two seconds longer just like he always does.
Obviously this was unnecessary hate because just what did he do to you ? Flirt and be annoyingly fine every second through a whole ass fucking day ?
There’s whole days that just pass without him doing anything to tease you, or at least not first thing in the morning. Somehow these are the days he looks the most horribly fine, and you can’t get your eyes off him. Full of hate, of course.
There’s something about him that simply pisses you off.
Maybe it’s the way he holds back his laugh when you make a joke, refusing to give you the satisfaction to be funny like he thinks he is.
Maybe it’s the way he winks at you when you meet his eyes randomly, just talking about something you suddenly don’t even remember anymore.
Maybe it’s how he generally thinks you’re so obsessed and attracted to him — not as if you weren’t but — it’s infuriating.
He genuinely boils your blood, and that even if he’s just breathing.
“Stop breathing so loud—“
“Aaand what will you do if I stop breathing and die, huh ?”
“Get up and leave maybe.”
“No you won’t, you love me too much for that”
“Hell no”
“Hell yeah, pup’”
Like — can’t he just shut his pretty mouth up ?
Even when you just try to find something and he has the answer — for once telling you nicely, not acting like the biggest smarty pants that he is. You always find a way to unintentionally wake something inside him and make him crave your annoyance — attention, more so.
The moment his mouth opens to answer, you’re already rolling your eyes expecting him to tease you after losing yet another thing around the house.
“Stop rolling your eyes at me”
“Or i’ll give you a reason to”
You nearly choke on air, snapping your eyes right into his in pure shock and disbelief. Like..
“what did you just say to me ?”
“heard me right, i said it’s in the bag you wore yesterday”
One thing he will never admit is how bad he needs to repeat those words. If it’s playing in his head why would he hide what he needs desperately ?
After all, it’s only fair he gets his part of the deal when you act so nonchalant and bratty when he’s just trying to help, right ? Fuck, no. He can’t.
He can’t because it’s way funnier to tease you and make you flustered than be the one flustered.
The few times you retort and flirt back, he swears his cock twitches in his pants and all he does to hide it is physically push you away to prevent any stupid smile to fill his expression.
Although he openly stares at your revealing shirts, meeting your annoyed gazes and death stares right after, like he wasn’t just picturing lewd things at the sight.
But again, he suppresses the hot chills he gets from being caught red-handed.
What expression would you even do if you caught him cock in hand, whispering your name ? He swears he would unlock a new expression from you. And he loves it, it’s just so thrilling.
He has plenty of pictures of you that you wouldn’t even remember when and where he took them. But he certainly remembers when he used those to get off.
And it usually gives you a bit of peace for a suspiciously long moment, he seems to walk past you without feeling the need to tease you.
But it all ends really quick when you’re biting into some snack and he reaches for your chin to bite the other half, licking his lips and looking straight into your disbelieving eyes. Leaving and humming whatever tune you were listening to under the shower earlier.
You hate his antics, why does he have to be like this all the time anyway ?
Can he ever get his eyes off you when you just try to be focused on something important. You swear you want to throw him out the window for peace sometimes.
Sometimes you spend the worst days, most stressful days and he’s here finding a way to keep you on edge. Not having in his plans to give you even a few minutes of rest from all that stress.
All that stress that he can’t wait for you to throw it onto him. Tell him how annoying he is, he loves it.
“Stop staring at me”
“rough day ?”
“don’t start”
“i know ways to get it off your mind”
“fuck you”
“yeah, that’s one”
At every single one of his sentences you swear you’ll pull his eyes out of his face.
You’d try your best to piss him off too if only you knew how your words wouldn’t come back to you.
To be fair, you never talked to his friends but you’ve considered being hyper friendly when they come over, if it meant your little roommate would see red from it. You’d love to see him lose that infuriating smirk the moment he sees you all giggly with his friend.
“Stop that”
He’d say after his friend had left. You just act like nothing happened, oblivious. But you can’t help it when he looks so worked up over so little things.
“He’s a nice guy—“
He swears he wants to shut you up with his lips, but everything inside him tells him not to. He knows you’ll have a way to tease him. It’s pointless.
So he uses his hand to shut you up, palm clasped over your lips to prevent any sound coming from your mouth.
“Shut up”
Ha.
It’s funny. If you’re being honest, the sight of him being… what ? jealous ? is the best expression you’ve ever had on his face.
Yet all this lasts only a day, or maybe even only hours.
One other thing that pisses you off heavily is the way he’s just living in your space all the time. Yes, obviously he does, you were set to live together but this… ? Is way too much.
The few only times you forgot to lock the door to the bathroom —which is unfortunate, you must note— he freely enters like it’s the most normal thing happening, holding that subtle knowing smirk when he makes eye contact with your annoyed face.
As if this same door wasn’t usually closed and unavailable when you’re inside. He knows, he tries all the time. Or he just presses the doorknob to scare you ? God knows.
You can’t help but speak, never mind the toothbrush in your mouth muffling your words.
“I hate seeing your face every single day”
“Sit on it then”
You nearly choke on the toothpaste at the few words.
“What ?”
“Heard me right. You won’t have to see it if you do.”
“Shut up”
“Another problem that’d be solved if you did.”
You hit him, again and again. If only he would shut his mouth up. But he only giggles when you fight him for his words, blush sticking to your face embarrassing you as always. And he loves it. He really, really loves it.
Cause no matter how much you try to hate him, he knows you’re as obsessed with him as he is with you.
Cause he also knows how much you want all the things he tells you, as much as he does.
And of course he knows you’ll still hate on him when he’ll finally be deep inside you.
— SYLUS SATORU Oikawa kageyama Eren KAEYA ais
— AND YOUR FAVS ♡
another ooone, already ? yes, already.
based off Sunwoo btw bc this man seriously pisses me off (yes he’s my bwrecker)
respectfully — i hope you liked it, i kinda wanna do a part 2 to this sooo lets see. trying to not overthink the whole thing causeee waw
likes, rb and comments are appreciated, thank you lovelies ♡
@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.
It was meant to be just a sweet reunion after months of being away from each other. Of course, he was the sweetest, the nicest and softest he has ever been with you.
He had it all planned. The schedule was to go out, have a nice meal before sun sets, sit on a bench until the lights are the only things illuminating you both. You have so many things to catch up on, to talk about.
It has been months, a few long months being apart from each other, where you both did your best to keep in touch. A few facetimes, calls here and there. A few good nights or good mornings just to let the other know you’re thinking about each other.
So the day you managed to get off work early, you figured you’d surprise him. Come over and then you’ll go out just as you planned for your reunion one day.
In fact, he is surprised to see you at this hour, all dressed up, all ready and delighted to finally see him after all this time. Oh, he is too though. Way more than you think.
After hugging you tightly, welcoming you back into his warm and relaxing arms, something shifts in you two. It takes only an eye contact to know you both want to procrastinate that reunion plan. Next time, you say.
Next time because you might have overestimated your control and underestimated the need for each other.
A few steps into his home and your lips are pressed against his in a desperate kiss. He moans at the taste of your lips, remembering just how much he missed having his tongue inside your mouth. Yet, he is still tender, his hands firm on your waist, but as much as he is desperate to feel you he doesn’t want to be brutal.
You remember how much of a good kisser he has always been, if anything, you’re the one being needy about his lips on yours.
“missed you”
He whispers against your lips. Already out of breath.
His hands circle you, invading your shirt, testing every inch of you. It helps him remember how soft you feel in his hands. Soft and warm, and gentle. Oh, he loves you.
You know it. It’s clear in his eyes, the way they seem to speak when he stops just a a few seconds to stare at you in awe. In awe and whatever is that glint winking at you in his gaze.
It makes you giggle, his smile only widening.
“missed you”
Of course he repeats it. He barely remembers if he told you he misses you enough times while you were away. Either way, it’s not enough to describe it.
Few minutes and you’re met with the softness of his mattress, a smile of pure love and joy spreads on your lips. One that he kisses desperately, tasting your lips, your saliva. Oh, he missed everything about you.
His hand slides under your shirt, palms finding release around your round boobs. Barely enough time for them to have fun before his lips kiss every piece of skin that’s in sight.
It almost lasts too long the way he sucks at your nipples, the friction soaking your panties wet before he even gets to slide his hand under your skirt.
Fingers playing with your folds, circling the little savior that gets you wet enough for him to fit inside you later on.
A few kisses on your lips, neck, breast and he’s removing your panties, too impatient to wait for taste test. He knows you taste too good to not be tasted.
His tongue lapping up your clit, the lewd kiss sounds mixing with his gulps and desperate pants make your cheeks burn red, thighs shaking to close around his head. Obviously prevented by his hands.
Your legs shake, your hips squirming to escape the continuous friction but he leaves you no choice, no choice but to take it. As much as you want to squirm. As much as your legs shake over his shoulders. You’re so pretty when you tremble like this in his hold.
When you think he won’t stop until you squirm all over his face, he flips you over. If anything, he has always been a sucker for backshots. You just look so good all arched for him, and he’s obsessed with your ass.
So soft, so round. He bites into your waist, holding your hips like he’s discovering you for the first time again.
His tip finds your entrance so smoothly, brushing its way up your walls like it was meant for him only. You both sigh in relief. It’s been so long. So.. so long.
One hand firm to the side of your head and the other keeping your neck pressed to the mattress, his eyes roaming over your back perfectly arched for his hips to hit into yours. Your ass bouncing at every sharp and deep thrusts he aims for.
Cock so hard and precise, you know exactly what spot he is aiming at, and he does know too. He knows your body, he knows his sweet darling. He knows how you arch your back, angling your ass further when he finally hits it. You try to escape it so hard, and yet you could say it’s your body jolting in surprise.
His palm sharply hits your ass when he finally gets annoyed at your squirming. Your lips parting to let out a gasped moan when he bends closer, hips halting into a deep thrusts, lips brushing your ear.
“you better cut that shit”
One hand grips yours into the mattress, the other grasps your scalp, pulling on your hair. His warm breath ghosts over your neck and he pulls back. Just enough for you to let out a sigh. You know it’s not mercy. He’s toying with you. It’s a threat.
Sweat covers your skin, it’s been only a few minutes. You know he can go for hours, but you can’t. You surely can’t. Never could. Never will.
Another gasp catches in your throat, he thrusts back in. Fat tip pressing your cervix with the meanest violence, and you’re so full of him. His cock is drenched in your essence, your walls barely able to spasm around his size.
“can’t… s’too much”
And he chuckles, he knows you can take more. He knows you will take more. He’s not even half as nearly done with you. You’ll have to take him until he gets fully fed for missing you so much.
What were you even expecting. Disappearing from his sight for months, just a few texts, voice messages or calls to soothe his aching needs. And when he finally gets to be close to you again, he should take only the minimum ? Nope.
“sshh, breathe”
Breathe, he says. You swear you’d hit him if you had the strength for it. As if breathing was going to help how drenched and numb you are.
His firm hand grips your hips, just making sure you stop all that bullshit squirming. His hips push back in, slow, deep. Mean. Testing the sounds coming from your lips.
“fuck”
One thing is certain, he’s the sweetest man all the time but in bed, it’s another story. And you don’t quite know whether it’s about the way he knows what he’s doing to you or whether it’s just his cock being a meanie.
— CALEB ais Childe AYATO pantalone (??) DOTTORE LEVI eren Marius
— AND YOUR FAVS ♡
Well… here we are. It’s been a while again, my apologies.
soo uhm, this occurred because it’s been ages since I gazed upon the lee jeno and he— im out here biting my finger and lip. but i cant openly write abt him cause ppl might come at me ikyk
hope this turned out nice and s..weet. sigh i have more comiiing sleeping in my draaaafts.
@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.
After all, he’s just one of your friends being nice, being overly funny by only the way he acts around people. Clumsy around you, smiles betraying his idiotic self. Because he is, he acts so stupid, so goofy all the time.
But it’s what makes him so comfortable and easy to be around. This is what makes your boyfriend trust him to be around you.
Whenever you accompany your boyfriend to his ‘buddy hang out night’, of course he’s here. And he has his eyes on you, he sees how your face light up when you spot him among the bunch of friends. And he loves it — you’re his best friend along with your boyfriend.
He goes to hug you right away, his hand swirling around your waist with more respect than any other guys your boyfriend hangs out with. Placing a kiss on your cheek when you ask him how he’s been doing.
From the outside, it looks like there’s nothing else than friendship between you two. And no one from your friends nor your own boyfriend suspects anything because no one sees anything else in him than his goofiness.
Really. Really though ?
No one sees how he smiles lightly when you praise him ?
No one sees the way his tongue pokes into his cheek when your boyfriend kisses you ?
No one sees the way he adjusts and sits back when your attention is finally all his ? His arm spreading behind your seat to let his eyes long into yours ?
The way his eyes drop to your lips when you look away to think for a second, the way he leans closer to laugh with you.
And all he wants is grab your neck and kiss your lips messy, needy, desperately, like it’s unbearable to hold back anymore.
No one notices anything ? Is it just you ?
Just you that’s getting a weird feeling about him that since your boyfriend had to leave for business matters… he’s different.
His clothes are different, his cologne is different, his eyes and every single part of him is different somehow. It’s like he studied your every tastes.
But there’s more to it— he’s different.
Different in the way he speaks to you. Different in the way he smiles at you. Different in the way he looks at you. Different in the way he acts around you. Speaks to you.
But… it’s not him. It’s how you feel about him.
Being around him feels different — comfortable, comforting but strangely appealing.
You just don’t know, he looks better and better each day you hang out with him.
He has always smelled good but his scent feels intoxicating, like the mere wind of his perfume just sends your mind into panic. A positive one, one that forces butterflies into your stomach and soaks your panties.
And god knows it’s been a while since you felt like this. You were so used to the feeling your boyfriend gave you.
It’s when you were talking with him about the weather and whatsoever and he stared at you a little too long after the conversation ended a split second, that you felt it.
That tight knot in your stomach.
The one that practically makes you jump at him, lips desperately searching for his willing one. He kisses back, hungrier. Hands already on your waist before you even feel them.
His tongue licking your lips for access, but he barely even kisses your lips before his patience ticks and it’s all about your jaw and neck that he so longed for.
You know you can’t push him away anymore, and… it’s not like you really want to.
If anything, you want more. You crave more. You crave him.
His intoxicating cologne envelopes your conscience, you know it’s wrong but who fucking cares at this point.
He’s not here. Your boyfriend isn’t here. And both you and him know none of you two will ever snitch about whatever will happen from now on.
Not when his hands sliding under your shirt feel so good, so gentle and warm. God, you were both desperate for this.
Both needing to get your hands on each other, discover each other’s bodies. Feel each other, touch each other, taste each other.
His gentle hands travel under your shirt, one circling behind your back and the other finding way at the edge of your bra — where his favorite view shyly hides under those damn layers of clothes.
“Fuck”
You almost hit him, he sounds so needy, so deprived. Like the softness of your round boobs under your bra was all he needed tonight to get his mind at peace.
But he needs you. More. His body does.
His cock already rock hard from the moment you greeted him today, barely hidden in those grey sweatpants.
Before you know it, he’s over you, needy hips buckling into yours. He kisses you, barely even caring whether or not he’s on your lips or just anywhere on your skin.
Fuck it. He knows it’s wrong, you’re his best friend’s girlfriend but how is he supposed to hold back when you feel this good. This warm and welcoming around his cock.
His hands are trembling to find where to touch you. One is fisting the sheets next to your head and the other hovering over your soft skin, thumb finding one of your perked up nipple, rewarding him a beautiful sound from you that he promises to keep in his mind for when he won’t be able to touch you anymore.
He swears under his breath when you clench around when he hits the right spot. Desperate and aching to fill you up at the very moment you finally moan just a little louder into his ears.
Poor guy doesn’t even know how long he’ll be able to last and hold it back.
You just feel better than he has ever imagined.
And you look even more beautiful when you’re under him taking everything he gives you so well.
After all, you can’t blame him for being a little needier than usual. Not when he has always been forced to keep his hands off such a beautiful piece of art.
— CALEB Gojo atsumu Oikawa CHILDE vere
— AND YOUR FAVS ♡
So basically.. don’t come at me but this was all bc Eric’s been looking funny these days..
i didn’t really know how to finish this (as usual) but uhm.. bear with me pleasee, i hope it’s still readable babes, i reread it a 100times—
also, i’d be glad if someone tells me who they thought abt while reading this, I’m curious
likes, rb and comments are appreciated, thank you lovelies ♡
@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.
i’m writing my dears, new little dirty stories are on their way. also, was wondering if i should write headcanons, just need a theme and who to do it with.
When you finally get your mind set on some work to do, sitting at your desk like a champ. Finally getting an ounce of motivation to do your tasks for your next deadline, and then there he is.
Observing you from where he is sitting, desperately trying to focus on his book or.. whatever occupation he tried to acquire to pass the time while you have to do your own things. Barely glancing in his direction.
No.. this can't be though. Not for too long at least. So you expected him to stay nicely sat a few meters from you, sitting at your desk when he could just.. help your motivation further ? Nah, think again.
Confidently typing on your keyboard, you sigh, a small content smile spreading on your lips as you analyse your progress. It's almost done, finish line is right ahead — a small pat jolts you out of your concentration.
"Wanna hug.."
You look up, his eyes needy and desperate to just have his arms around you — or so you thought.
"Please"
"I just have a few more things to do, we can cuddle all you want after that, I promise.."
He closes his eyes, sighs and shakes his head — you don't get it, do you ? — his eyes bore into yours again, he places a gentle hand behind your shoulder.
"I've been waiting all day, please."
He whines, whines. You sigh, shoulders falling in despair, letting him know this isn't the right time for you, no matter how much you love him. Yet just as he wanted, you get up. Leaving him just enough space to slip behind you and sit on that uncomfortable chair you sat on all day.
You sit on his lap, his thighs supporting you better than any chair could. It was way more confortable, yes — and as soon as his deprived hands grab a firm hold of your waist, you know that work will have to wait until at least tomorrow.
You look over your shoulder, discerning the blush over his cheeks, ‘attempt to self control’ written all over his face.
"Happy ?"
He nods weakly, one arm circling around your waist to pull you closer — desperately closer. You quickly find your back tightly pressed against his broad chest, nearly sensing his heartbeat quickening in anticipation.
He adjusts in his seat and there you finally feel it — it's hard, aching to be relieved, it's twitching and already leaking at the feeling of your clothed hole over him.
"Hey.. I'm warning you, if you don't let me concentrate on this work, I'll shoo you away. Better stay still."
As if — but then again, as you wish — he audibly gulps, doing his best to not whimper under you when you order him like this.
"Just wanna be inside then, baby, please"
He shifts again, his hot breathe warming the soft skin of your neck while he whispers next to your ear. It's the only way to not fail in maintaining his cool and not let out any needy noises.
Your eyes glued to the screen in front of you, you lift your hips up, standing on your feet for a few seconds — a silent yes that he quickly takes in, as his thick hands hurriedly grab the waistband of his boxer and sweatpants, pulling them down mid-thigh.
His cock doing it's best not to burst a load at the sudden change of temperature, tip red and sensitive already after a day of imagining your sweet hole around him.
You lower your shorts and panties, both falling to your feet without effort, his eyes pretty much shining at the sight of your bare ass, he can't even keep his hands to himself at the view. A faint slap falls on your ass followed by a devilish scoff resonating in his throat as you jolt.
Spreading your legs and taking a few steps back so you're bending over him, elbows steadily holding you up on the desk as you let him align himself with your entrance. His big hands gently guide you down on his length, — it twitches, pulsates. It's hot and needy, like him.
You hear him hold back his breath as you sink down on him, sitting proudly over his lap when your walls finally envelope his cock all the way to the base. He lets out a shaky breathe, the same arm finding it's initial place around your waist for support and sanity. At least what's left of it.
"T-Thank.. you.."
You giggle faintly, you just made the big boy stutter by just sitting on his aching cock, veins pulsating blood in his hard shaft so desperately you swear it'll mess up your heartbeat.
Fully filled, warming him up just the way he was craving for hours, you straighten your back, your hands find the keyboard as you begin typing again, concentrating back in your work.
Mind you, you're the only one concentrated and mentally okay with this situation, because if one person in this room isn’t losing it, it's certainly not him right now. But you so wanna finish this work after all.
And he wants to finish too — or maybe, we're not talking about the same thing now ?
His eyes tightly close, it's taking all his self control to not hold you in a headlock and fuck himself inside you. Maybe this will remind you he needs a piece of the attention you overly give to your works.
He sighs, his eyes scanning your back and the way it stays so still over him. Wondering just how you're able to act so cool, when you usually mewl and incoherently babble when he sinks his fat inches inside your tight little hole.
"You're so warm, you feel so good wrapped this tight around me, doll"
His hips jerk against you, pushing himself just a tiny little bit deeper. You're wet, oh so wet for him, and it works his brain up so bad.
He leans closer to your back, pressing a hot kiss to the back of your neck, his huge hands making your waist look so small when they snarl over your skin, grabbing a good hold of the way your hips do their best to stay still.
"Baby, please.."
You contentedly sigh, he knows how to get under your skin — he knows how to break your resistance, — and patience is key.
Kisses pressed gently on your skin, marking your neck all the way to your shoulder while his hungry hands slide under your shirt, begging to be wrapped around those soft and round boobs.
You feel so small under his hands, he loves it. He loves the way you feel so fragile and breakable even when you think you're in control. His hands come up to grope your breast, thumb teasing your hardened nipple, — and you do exactly what he wants, you mewl.
He wants to tell you to give up on that work for today, you certainly did a good job so far already — but you'd tell him to keep his hands off you and scold him for distracting you.
And he doesn't want that. Toying with you is just how he likes to have you. Earn you.
"Baby.. I need to finish this, please"
He knows. Does he care though ? No. Absolutely not.
His digits work over your tit, circling and flicking them until your hips unconsciously twitch and you squeeze his cock. He smirks, he knows you're too weak to play this game. He won from the moment you took your eyes off your fucking screen.
"I'm almost done"
And he'll make you say it again afterwards, but surely not speaking about your stupid assignment this time.
He bites your neck, his hips jerking when you squeeze him again, earning a lewd moan out of your soft parted lips. Because at this point, you were needy and desperate to have him pace his hips into yours. You needed him as much as he needed you after all.
Yet here you are, insisting on finishing that damn assessment. You shakily type a few word on the computer while he plays with your boobs, as if you were used to it now. Unbothered, — not quite exactly though, you were practically soaking his tensed balls wet.
"Look, what d'you think ?"
You manage to ask, his hands and mouth still trying their best to distract you from that damn computer.
"Mmh, don't care."
He kisses, bites your skin, already red and overused. His hand slide down your stomach, finding their favorite place between your thighs while the other grab a firm hold of your waist to keep you in place.
Because he knows and understand that you want to act indifferent so bad but once he's got his digits between your folds, you're squeezing your thighs together and squirming around, begging to be spared.
And once his fingers slide down your folds, ghosting over your clit, you're doing right what he knew you would do. Squirm around, desperately trying to pull on his wrist to keep his hands away from what he toys the best with.
"Sshh, focus on your assessment, baby"
Asshole, you think to yourself — so he needs you mewling, whining and fighting under his grip to remind you to stay focused ? Daring you to resist him now.
His kisses turn into mean little chuckles, his arm griping your waist tighter than it ever has been so his fingers can work over your clit, toying with it just the right way to get you rolling your eyes and throwing your head back over his shoulder.
"Okay.. okay. That’s it, lemme reward you, doll"
You moan and press your thighs together — at least best you can with how spread he's keeping you with his own thighs. He kisses your cheeks, finally able to see your pretty face contort in pleasure as he handles you.
You're shaking already, deprived from your own will. His firm hold over your waist easing him to move your hips over his own, his tip pressing the deepest spot of your insides with just how hard he is.
Your lips parting to let out yet another needy mewl, his thumb caresses the soft skin of your sides. He presses another kiss on your temples.
"I'll take care of you now"
He doesn't want to be mean but he's been craving to cum inside you all day, his poor balls aching to be emptied. Wishing he could just pick you up and throw your small frame on the bed and fuck you till you can't even remember your own name.
After a long day of ignoring him, you got him all desperate. Poor big boy losing his restraint and becoming a messy one needing to get his favorite little hole filled to the brim with his precious cum.
Reminding you that your time is all his and only his.
— CALEB ais Eren Xavier AMON suguru Marius ghost
— AND YOUR FAVS ♡
fyi, yes, i have works to do. and yes, i was doing it with caleb staring into my soul while doing it.
it just sounded so well i had to write that down. writing this without overthinking it guys, bare with me. anyway i admit i wanted to quote my favorite guys bc they deserved their little story too! didn't quite know how to finish it—
if anyone has ideas or requests i'm all ears.
likes, rb and comments are appreciated, thank you again lovelies ♡
@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.
Thinking about men who consider themselves your best friend until the moment they get horny.
Spending their precious time with you, laughing and talking about whatsoever, living his peaceful and lovely life before they catch themselves staring.
They get randomly flustered at the thought of you figuring out their thoughts while you just lay there on his little room’s bed, yapping as usual.
Cheeks flushing red as they close their eyes to suppress the lewd images of them stuffing you full of their dick, cum dripping out of your hole to wet the sheets. He shakes his head.
“hey.. you listening?”
“I- Oh.. yeah yeah, I’m sorry..”
He nods, adjusting back on his chair, his calloused hands join over his cock in an attempt to hide the aching boner growing in his boxer.
He always tend to get lost in the thoughts of feeling your hole clench and spasm around his length.
Denial and fight is his daily routine around you, he just can’t resist you but you’re just friends, best friends at most, right.. ?
God, if only you knew how hard he tries to fight the urge to moan your name when you’re on a call with him. Because yes, you spend your whole life together, it’s all the more hard to think about anything else but you.
He loves listening to your voice but it’s so hard to contain himself for so long that barely even ten minutes after you get on the call, he mutes himself. Lowering his sweatpants and boxer, his cock twitching in his hand when you sigh or innocently whine about your day.
If only he could have at least a taste of you, his gaze eating you up from the moment they leave your eyes and roam over the sight of you. You and the way you speak, while your whole body explains every senses that were awakened when the story happened.
How your lips curl into syllables through your speech, your neck looking oh-so markable along the way your adam’s apple moves when you gulp down the saliva all those words have been building. All that saliva that should be dripping down your chin as he fills your sweet talkative mouth up.
It’s not his fault if your clothes tighten so well around your curves, it shows everything yet not enough of what he needs to see. His heart screaming to rip everything off you and taste you.. and feel you.. and.. fill you.
“Hey, are you okay ? your pant’s wet..”
Maybe staring at you for too long wasn’t a good idea, he knows. But who could’ve believed he could cum just by looking at your sweet and lovely figure..
— CHŌSO caleb Gale Jinshi ARMIN kyo BOKUTO —
— AND ANY OF YOUR FAVS ♡
this has been left in my drafts for a while and it is time for it to be aired so i hope you guys like it~
likes, rb and comments are appreciated, thank you lovelies ♡
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should i keep writing in small or not, idk how is it better.. ? i feel like they get less long when i write in small. also should i write longer posts, i end up adding to my posts every time ?? ♡
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