âgod, youâre taking me so well.â Toji purred into your ear.. something about the way his rough hands kept your legs shoved to you chest.
but fuck.. that mating press was really making you think being 9 months period free seem just perfect..
ďżźthe overstimulation he was causing made your head spin, i mean who can blame him when youâre cute cunt sucks him in so perfectly :(.
though he must admit, the anklet he had gotten you for his birthday wasnât helping your case. the delicate little chain jerking with your leg as his thrusts hardened
â he enjoyed watching the little letter T frail around as your hands pushed against his chest. ignoring your pathetic cries of
â âs too mu-much..â
âtoji wait-â
âno more- i cant!â
itâs all your fault, i mean.. toji wouldnât intentionally ignore you had youâve listened earlier.. after all, you were the one clinging to satoruâs arm and laughing a little too hard at the stupid white haired freaks unfunny jokes.
âyou think that little piss ant can fill you up like i can?â
âyou think that little freak will ever be able to stretch you out the way i do?â
âfucking slut- fuck, you think his dick feels this good?â
toji couldnât help the small jealous remarks that left his mouth. but, honestly itâs not like you were comprehending what he was saying.. he watched as you attempted to say something but getting cut off every time.
only then you felt a sharp smack against your cheekâ this bitch? it registered in your head that he had just barely slapped you, obviously trying to get you to come back to reality.. was his jealous remarks not just a remark? and was it actual.. questions?
warnings. 18+. mdni. fem reader. she/her pronouns. gendered terms. angst. Hurt/no comfort. huge misunderstanding. one sided relationship.
You knew it was too good to be trueâ You always had.
Toji was always distant, since the first day you had both met. He was tall, charming and the scar on his lip was.. Exhilarating. You'd been out of the dating scene for a few years, focusing on yourself. Your small teas in the morning, your showers that were still long and somehow always lonely. Your queen sized bed, with your soft colored linen bedding, one that you bought right after your ex. Promising yourself, you'll always put your needs before anyone.
It was quiet, the soft glow from your window seeping in and onto the back of the man currently in your bed. The same bed you had promised no man would sleep in for a while.. And to a degree you kept it.
The soft creaking of the supports when he turned over from the sun, subconsciously trying to ride out the morning so he could stay longer. Not because he loved you, no, this is toji we're talking about. You gave him something and all he had to do was lay it down a few times a week with empty promises and the occasional call from the phone you had bought for him on YOUR cell plan. Asking about, âCan I have some money?â in the middle of your shift.
It was easy, you honestly hadn't realized how this had turned into an everyday thing. You'd come home, your usually clean and tidy house now a bit messy.. Burnt ramen noodles on the stove, takeout boxes all over the living room and a stain in the fibers of your white rug. You stood in the doorway, bag in hand, keys dangling from your finger and phone hovering over your ear.
âCan I let you go real quick, ma?â you asked, too exhausted to even continue whatever you were both talking about. The soft beeping broke you out of your daze, âToji?â you called out. Walking around the rather small but open house, you beckoned to him. Pushing past your bedroom door. And there he was.. Asleep in your bed, shirt off, hair messy and his back muscles finching at the sound of the door. He wasn't a light sleeper, but the moment he heard a door open or anything move while he was out.. he would be up.
âI know you're awake.â you muttered, shuffling the bag off, tossing your keys onto your nightstand. He didn't move nor had he said anything. You sighed, sitting on the edge of your bed. You had picked up a few more shifts, supporting yourself and a man who didn't work, ate out, won't pick up after himself, andâ âwhat's the matter, baby?â his deep voice purred out. You hated it, the feeling of your stress seeping from your pores with just a soft whisper from him. He was almost everything you wanted.
Your hands found their way to your face, still covered in half the makeup, and skincare you had put on last morning. âToji, I need you to start picking-â you grunted when his arm dragged your upper body to him, pulling you off the side of the bed and now inside of it. Your outside clothes dirtying up the white sheets, not that it mattered, Tojji never respected your wishes, demands, and rules.
He'd always say something about
"you're too uptight.â
âwhy are you always on my dick about something?â
âIf it bothers you that much then you can do it.â
Besides, we all three know this bed is covered in more than just.. dirt.
It didnât change the fact it hurt, not physically, but the mental drain that had been put on you. The empty promises heâd whisper in your ear at your most vulnerable momentsâ his hand roaming your body, the same ones that had roamed many before you. you tried to push it out of your mind, because deep down you knew Toji was a piece of shit.
âHow can anyone blame you?â is often the thought, you knew who and what he was. You knew he didnât TRULY care about you. so obviously it hurt.
ânot right now.â you tried to push him off, you really did. a part of you wanting to be done with his bullshit. yet the other half yearning for something he wonât give you. he loved it, dangling his affection in your face, taking you out on dates (that you paid for) only to play the possessive and selfish boyfriend. he was like a paid actor, one you couldnât get enough of, you wanted him. all of him.
but you both knew that would never happen, after care was the worst. heâd whisper the sweetest of words in your ear before you came, but after he was done.. heâd simply pull out, and flip over. like it was a chore, like your feelings and needs were an inconvenience.
You never really opened up to him, obviously you tried, but this whole.. ordeal was held together by raw sex and money. Your aspirations, dreams and beliefs were an afterthoughtâ often overlooked or talked down upon.
you had sooner than later learned that, YOUR feelings would never matter to him. However, if you didnât care about his attitude or his needs youâd be corrected. He look at you like youâre stupid. Like you just asked him if the grass was green.
heâd berate you in-front of your colleagues, his work partner, your friends, really anyone around when heâs in one of his moods. Heâd never physically hit you, he couldnât. That doesnât mean he wonât. âaccidentallyâ break something that means dear to you. he would âaccidentallyâ slide into a womanâs dms. chuckling and even mentioning to you the whole conversation.
He hated you.
Yet he tolerated you, you were easy. Manipulatable, vulnerable and you were willing to give him just about anything while not asking for anything in return. You were everything he needed until he gets bored. He hates stability, he needs the thrill.
Trust me when i say, he makes SURE to bring up how youâll never amount to his late wife.
You could Miss. Universe, Top model, a famous actress, lawyer, hell even a brain surgeon and heâd STILL treat you like an annoying bimbo who wonât leave him alone.
When you catch him in his daze, you see a small part of his truth. where his features are no longer harden, theyâre soft as he stares into nothing. his hands fumbling with his keys as he thinks about god only knows what. you can only assume itâs about something sentimental, when you mention it.. heâll glance over at you, and just stare. itâs empty, no thoughts, like heâs a shell.
it was never YOUR responsibility to fix him, he never asked to be fixed. So he never will be fixed. you have to accept him as the person he is, with every flaw.. every backhanded compliment, every horribly ending date, every derogatory comment made about you, every photo heâs taken when you begged him not to, every time heâs threw something your way out of anger, every fight.
but you also get what? great sex, intellectual conversations every once in a while? what were you truly gaining out of this?
nothing.
and yet you still loved him, because a part of you still believed that you would amount to something to him.
i NEED a belly dancer reader x enjin fic 𤤠HEAR ME OUT!! enjins in a shady part of town and he knows that. itâs infamous for the exotic dancers, đđ, booze and many other things.. he finds an okay bar, and obvs heâs feeling himselfâ so he goes in and itâs packed, something about a special guest and he completely glanced over it. only after he got a few drinks in he sees reader, and sheâs wearing a GORGEOUS Bedlah. sheâs on stage performing, and he is IN A TRANCE! do we see the vision??
Content: reader has a thing for uniforms, a few dog metaphors to describe caleb, CMNF, slightly jealous caleb, mean-ish dom caleb, but also switchy/sub caleb, his hat used as a blindfold, evol used as restraints, some unserious roleplay, one instance of âattagirlâ, gloves on while he teases you, pussy spanking!!, safe word check-ins, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms
a/n: thank y'all for voting in my wip poll! this was inspired by his cafe dialogue when you say you prefer his hat from the fleet; the line is used verbatim (youâll know it when you see it)
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A few months ago, when Caleb had just come back into your life, you blamed your inexplicable feelings toward his new uniform on the fact that you wanted to see beneath all the layers. You were desperate to peel back the restricting outfitâonly metaphorically, you convinced yourselfâand see what secrets and hidden pain laid under it all.
But even after that feeling passed and you worked through your complicated emotions surrounding what Caleb had become, you were still left feelingâŚtense whenever you saw him in that damn uniform.
It takes you a few more weeks of inadvertently acting all flustered and shy around the colonel before you realize what your problem is. You notice it every time he tips his peaked cap down over his stormy eyes. Every time he adjusts the aiguillettes draped in front of his chest or runs a gloved hand down the length of his body to smooth out any wrinkles in the fabric.
Caleb in full Fleet regalia is your Kryptonite.
Even though you two have long since confessed feelings for each other, you keep this little secret to yourself. You master the art of subtlety. With stolen glances, you quietly admire the winged accents along the broad back of his coat and the way his gloves fit snugly on his long, slender fingers.
Itâs easy to believe you might get away with your depraved thoughts and your silent, simmering obsession. Maybe Caleb will never find out how much you dream of grinding yourself on him without taking a shred of his clothing off.
That plan goes straight out the airlock when you let your guard down one evening.
Youâre just visiting him in Skyhaven for the week. Itâs about time for him to return home from work, and you anticipate the usual: Caleb half-changed alreadyâhis coat, gloves, and harness folded over his arm when he enters.
Instead, the sound of the door clicking open reveals the length of his coat, all his gear still carefully arranged on his tall body. Youâre officially screwed.
After a long day at work, he somehow looks even more devastatingly handsome. The strained smile on your face twitches when he flops down onto the couch beside you, apparently too lazy to change out of his clothes just yet.
Work seems to have left him in the mood to rant. And really, you donât mind listening to him vent. Even if he only mentions endless paperwork and frustratingly stupid mistakes from subordinates who should have known better. In fact, you cherish this moment.
There arenât many opportunities for Caleb to share details about his work with youâalways claiming confidentiality when you know heâs mostly doing it out of some twisted sense of protectiveness. So youâre grateful heâs confiding in you a bit right now, finally revealing whatâs on his mind instead of keeping it close to his chest.
And you swear, youâre listening to him. Youâre trying to.
But how can he expect you to pay attention to the words coming out of his mouth when heâs sitting so casually beside you in his slightly rumpled uniform?
It looks like the day wore him down. His tie hangs a bit loose around his neck, and the crisp lines that usually define his coat and pants have now softened into feathered creases. His colonelâs cap is thrown haphazardly on the coffee table in front of you, and you have half a mind to beg him to put it back on.
Your eyes travel the expanse of his chest, following the strap of his leather tactical harness before getting lost in the shiny insignia on his left breast. What would it look like if he proudly bore your mark instead of the Fleetâs?
âHelloooo,â Caleb says as he leans closer to you with an amused smile. âGround control to Major Pip-squeak. Have you even been listening to me?â
Heat flares across your cheeks, embarrassment blooming as you blink like youâve just snapped out of a trance. Hopefully he didnât catch the exact direction your eyes had wanderedâor magically guess the thoughts that went with them.
âHuh? Oh, yeahâŚyeah, I was listening,â you quickly reply, trying to hide the lie in your voice. âYou were saying something about paperwork, right?â
âPips, that was ten minutes ago.â
He sounds unimpressed, but you know he's not really upset you zoned out. There's only concern and curiosity on his face. The latter half is what you need to shut down quickly. Itâs time to switch tactics.
âOh, right. Silly me.â Your chuckle sounds less carefree and more nervous than you want it to. âHey, shouldn't you change into something more comfortable? Iâm sure that uniform is stifling, yeah?â
Shit, that sounded too suspicious.
You're about to backtrack, but Caleb catches on quickly.
âY'know, you've been actin' real strange lately,â he says slowly.
He's not necessarily accusing you of anything, but his brows are furrowed in that way they always are when he thinks you're keeping things from him.
A thousand curses flood your panicked brain. Changing the topic made things worse, so now itâs time to act stupid.
âHm? Strange?â Your voice cracks, but you soldier through it and hope he doesnât notice. âNope, nothing strange here.â
Throwing in a small shrug for good measure, you hope the casual act will somehow cover the way your entire body has gone rigid.
Itâs not really surprising he sees right through it all.
His playfully narrowed eyes inspect you carefully as he leans in even closer. âNo, youâve definitely been acting weird,â Caleb argues. âAnd it's only when I'm wearing this uniform.â
He's hit the nail on the head, and you make it way too easy for him to see it. His knowing response is a simple chuckle, but it doesn't have its usual lighthearted lilt.
Thereâs a familiar, faraway look in his eyes now. Youâve noticed it more and more often, ever since you reunited with him. But you still havenât figured out what it means.
When his gaze finally returns to you, his voice is eerily calm, but thereâs a shine of unshed tears in his eyes. âDo I scare you when I'm dressed like this?â
The question catches you off guard, knocking the breath from your lungs. You two have had this conversation before. Caleb can be terrifying when heâs hyper-focused on certain thingsâlike protecting you, whatever it takes. But fear is not at all what youâre feeling right now.
Scooting closer to him, you cup his face, desperate to erase that strange, sad look in his eyes. âNo, thatâs not it,â you say sternly. âYou could never scare me, baby.â The first half of your statement is true, at least.
Even if he catches the slight hitch in your voice that gives you away, he seems to take you at your word. He breathes a sigh of relief and nuzzles into your hand, the tension dissipating from his body with your gentle touch.
For a second, you almost forget your previous embarrassment at where this conversation was headed. But Calebâs mind is a steel trap when it comes to anything involving youâespecially if he suspects youâre hiding things from him.
He lightly tugs your hips, carefully maneuvering you to straddle his lap. âThen whatâs been bothering you?â he asks, his voice a soft whine. Heâs pulling out all the stops to get you to confess, giving you those big puppy dog eyes of his and even pouting cutely. âCâmon, you know you can tell me anything.â
You want to deflect. Want to keep telling him nothingâs wrong, but the words never make it past your parted lips. Because now youâre on the colonelâs lap, and the heat of his body is searing through all those layers of fabric youâve spent far too much time ogling.
Thought abandons you. All that exists is the coarse weave of his coat beneath your hands, the faint creak of leather as his harness shifts with each breath. Thereâs a sharp trace of gunpowder clinging to him, cut through by the familiar, grounding scent of the cologne you love.
And then you catch the way he looks up at you. So willing and ready to fix whatever is troubling you. Itâs like all you have to do is snap your fingers, and heâll heel like a good boy.
Heâs the colonel of the goddamn Farspace Fleet, but youâre the one pulling his leash. That thought has arousal heightening in your body, its greedy chokehold so tight you can practically taste your own need.
Your breath shudders at the same time your self restraint cracks.
Itâs instinct causing your fingers to curl slightly into the lapels of his coat. Worst of all, your hips roll. Just the slightest movement, subconscious and slow. But god, you feel itâthe tiniest bit of friction.
Caleb feels it too.
He stills. One brow lifts ever so slightly.
âPip-squeakâŚâ His voice is a low warning that makes you want to keep testing him.
His hands settle at your waist, thumbs pressing into your sides not in restraint, but in silent acknowledgement. He doesnât push you away, doesnât scold you. He just waits, assuming youâre only trying to distract him from his earlier question.
But it's exhausting denying yourself what you've wanted for so long. Itâs easier to just show him what you need with trembling hands.
You slide your pointer finger beneath one fold of his lapel and glide it down to the center of his chest. When you switch your attention to the metal tip of one aiguillette, you canât help but tug experimentally, entranced gaze locked on your colonelâs large frame jolting a bit from the motion.
Now itâs clearer what you want. No more hiding from Calebâs eyes as they darken with lust and amusement.
âWellâŚwould you look at that?â he whispers to himself, realization dawning on his gorgeous face.
You feel the shift in his body. The way he draws in a shaky breath. The way his posture straightens like heâs readying himself to stand at attention. He grins, wide and wicked and entirely too pleased with himself.
âAnd here I thought you were just shy.â His voice drops further, low and teasingâlike youâre back in college and Caleb is the big meanie who caught you looking at something naughty and wouldn't let you live it down. âTurns out youâve been tryinâ not to pounce on me every time I wear this, havenât you?â
That smug look on his face pisses you off. But your pussy loves it. He leans in, nose brushing your cheek while he waits for a reply you stubbornly donât want to give him.Â
It doesnât matter if you donât admit it out loud, because Calebâs observational skills are always sharp around you. You donât need to use that pretty mouth to form words when he knows deep in his bones that heâs right.
He rocks his hips ever so slightly beneath youâjust enough to make your breath stutter and your eyes flutter closed. Thereâs only a second of delicious friction before heâs ripping it all away from you with a chuckle.
A surprised yelp escapes you as he effortlessly lifts you from his lap only to toss you right back down onto the couchâso you're seated where he was a few seconds agoâlegs parted just enough by the fall.
Not a second passes before he slips down to the floor in front of you, settling on his knees and pressing lazy kisses to your neck, over the thin fabric atop your chest, down the curve of your stomach. His hands rest heavily on your thighs as he leans in closer, trailing even lower with each kiss, until heâs fully nestled between your legs.
His affection is relentlessâa steady, simmering thing that never quite lets up. Even now, with his lips brushing the waistband of your shorts, he canât resist toying with you. The way he pauses there is deliberate, maddening.
Caleb has never been one to rush moments like this.
He eases your shorts down with aggravating leisure. The fabric kisses its way down your thighs, making you shiver. He keeps his eyes locked on you the entire time, watching your breath hitch and your hips shift restlessly under his touch.
The moment the shorts reach your knees, he dips his head and presses a single, reverent kiss just above the band of your panties. Then his hands shift, curling beneath your thighs. He lifts your hips just enough to slide your shorts down and off. The fabric falls to the floor, forgotten, while his gaze never leaves you.
Tugging on the hem of your shirt, he murmurs, âTake this off too.â
Where Caleb is all slow patience and eager to drag this out, youâre the exact opposite.
You donât even think. Thereâs no hesitation in your limbs. No self-consciousness. Just an urgency that makes you tear the shirt over your head and toss it into some far-off corner.
Your chest rises and falls in a rush of breath, completely bare to him. The sight of your exposed skin has his jaw tensing and pupils dilating.
He always does thisâlooks at you like itâs his first time seeing you. You normally find it incredibly endearing. But right now, you nearly whine in impatience.
âGoddamn,â he mutters, not even trying to hide the way his gaze drinks you in.
But he doesnât pounce yet. Instead, the cool leather of his gloves tickles your legs, stroking in slow, reverent passes that leave goosebumps in their wake.
One hand trails upward, pausing at the edge of your underwear. Then it dips just low enough to brush against the growing wet patch at the centerâand he groans when your legs instinctively spread wider for him.
Youâre burning beneath his stare, almost every part of you laid bare and aching for him. And heâs still fully clothed. But for once, you donât want him to take a stitch off.
He hums in smug amusement and brings one thumb to press over the soaked spot on your underwear, rubbing a slow circle before gliding upward until he nudges your clit through the fabric.
âIs this what you wanted?â he asks, his voice laced with that perfect mix of tease and tenderness. âIs this really all because of what Iâm wearing?â
The soft brush of lips against your thigh feels like a brand. Like heâs staking his claim on you before looking up again with a cocky tilt of his head.
âDo you like the colonelâs uniform,â he murmurs, "or the guy wearing it?"
Is he seriously jealous right now? If you weren't so high-strung with need, youâd laugh. Only Caleb could be jealous of his own damn clothes.
After all this tension and the way he drags out your pleasure at a torturous pace, you might as well let the green-eyed monster fester inside him.
You pretend to think it over with a quiet hum, as if his question requires careful deliberation.
His fingers still, and one brow arches in mock disapproval. But you see the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouthâheâs amused, even as he clings to the role of the cold colonel.
âYou're cruel, baby,â he growls, pressing his thumb to your clit with firmer pressure. âIf it's that hard to decide, maybe I should give you some private time alone with my uniform.â His voice is lower now. That usual trace of playfulness is gone. âBut firstâŚI think you need to be properly disciplined for keeping secrets from your commanding officer.â
He snatches his hat from the coffee table behind him before obscuring your field of vision with it, angling the brim so itâs half on your face and down low enough that you're plunged in darkness.
âWhaâ ugh, Caleb!â
You reach for the brim, intending to yank it off so you can glare at him. But he stops you easily. Gravity tugs at your wrists until they're pinned loosely at your sides.
Thereâs a soft tut of disapproval, and then comes the sudden sting of your panties being snapped back against your wet heat.
âDon't move, soldier,â he warns smugly, as if you even could. âYou're under the colonel's command now.â
The pressure of his Evol fades, but he clearly expects you to stay obedient. And for now, you do. You know better than to test himâat least, not yet.
Still, in case you forget, he reminds you with icy authority, âInsubordination will not be tolerated. Understand?â
This is unfair in so many ways. All you want is to see him, to touch him. But the hat, the rules, the aching need between your legsâitâs all too much.
You can only reply with a frustrated huff, and the sound soon melts into a whimper as he finally hooks his fingers in your panties and begins tugging them down your legs.
Once theyâre off, thereâs a deafening beat of silence before Caleb finally breaks it. âIf you need me to stop, you know what to say, yeah?â His voice is gentle now, a jarring shift from the commanding edge it had a moment before.
Youâre grateful for the check-in, but right now all you want is for him to keep going. You nod eagerly, but that doesnât seem to be good enough for the colonel.
âSay it out loud, pip-squeak.â
âApple juice,â you reply breathlessly, repeating the safe word you and Caleb have used in the past.
âAttagirl.â His praise curls around your spine like a hot wire, setting every nerve on edge.
You canât see his face beneath the hat still shading your vision, but you can feel his eyes on you. Youâre willing to bet theyâre dark, hungry, focused entirely on whatâs between your legs.
He proves you right with the slow, deliberate stroke of leather gliding up your inner thighs and brushing against your quivering heat. Heâs touching you again, finally. But itâs frustratingly soft, every sensation dulled by the smooth barrier of his glove. The feather-light contact makes you twitch, hips rolling instinctively, desperate for more.
The chuckle that rumbles from his chest tells you heâs clearly pleased with how responsive you are. âYouâre so wet for me already,â he murmurs, lazily dragging his fingers down your slit to collect your slick and smear it against your clit. âBet youâve been like this since the moment I walked through the door in this uniform.â
Itâs addicting when Caleb gets like thisâso drunk off the sight and feel of you that he canât stop yapping about everything he wants to do to you. Itâs as if touching you sets something loose in him that was hiding beneath the surface before. You try to bite back your moans, straining to hear every delicious word he spills against your skin.
More of your arousal gets captured between his fingers. You can hear it clearly with each obscene squelch from your cunt.
Caleb groans in appreciation of a sight only he can see. âYou're makinâ such a mess for me, baby,â he says, voice rough with desire. âMaybe if you hadn't lied to me, you could have seen the way youâre soaking these gloves you seem to like so much.â
You can't stop yourself from huffing out a retort from beneath his hat. âBut I didn't lieââ
Smack!
Your whole body jolts at the sudden, delicious sting of his palm landing hard against your swollen pussy. The seams along his gloved fingertips brush against your clit on the way down, and the sharp tingle of pain mixed with pleasure nearly unravels you. His name tears from your throat in a yelp, and he just laughs like this is the most amusing thing heâs ever seen.
But even though you can practically hear the sick smile on his face, heâs still Caleb, still careful. âWas that okay?â he asks, voice soft and grounding despite the burning heat between the apex of your thighs. âDo you need to use your safe word, baby?â
You shake your head fast, too desperate to want this to stop. Your clit throbs, greedy for more of that delicious sting. And your thighs tremble where they press around his kneeling body.
He gives you a moment anyway, even if youâre trembling with need instead of nerves. And then, finally, he strikes again.
The second smack is sharper, leaving a slightly more intense sting in its wake. Heat blooms across your pussy with startling clarityâand thatâs when you realize heâs taken off his glove.
The next hit comes just as quick. His palm against your soaked, sensitive flesh makes your toes curl. With each spank, blood rushes to your clit, making your cunt slicker, hotter, and hungrier than before. It doesnât take long for the pleasure to build during each frustrating pause when Caleb juxtaposes the pain with tight circles rubbed against your aching bundle of nerves.
The feeling soars higher and higher in the pit of your stomachâŚand then you anticipate the tension about to snap in a sudden rush.
Itâs overwhelming and unstoppable all at once.
âFuck, Iâm going toââ is all you manage to cry out before his fingers are inside you. Two thick digits plunge deep into your pussy and curl hard against your g-spot like he knows youâre about to come undone before you can even warn him properly.
Your orgasm crashes over you so violently you convulse. Your thighs squeeze around his broad torso, the harsh fabric of his uniform lightly scraping your smooth skin like a possessive claim: youâre his to break apart, and his to hold together.
That familiar, magnetic pulse of his Evol clings to your body again. It keeps the hat firmly on your face and pins you down as your slick gushes around his rough fingers. Thereâs no escaping the intense pleasure he pulls from you.
You whimper through the aftershocks, mind spinning, body trembling. But even nowâblissed out and soaking wetâyour cunt still clenches helplessly around his fingers.
It was all too soon. Too fast. The sweet release you were craving just minutes ago now feels like a hollow ache, a need left open and begging to be filled.
âCalebbb,â you whine beneath the hat, too wrecked to deliver the scolding he deserves. âThatâŚthat was so mean!â
Condescension drips from his voice as he coos in reply, âAww, poor little thing.â The mocking lilt of his words makes you throb on his fingers all over again.
Luckily for you, heâs nowhere near done yet. You've barely caught your breath and he's already moving his fingers again, sliding them in and out at a lazy pace while his other handâstill wrapped in cool leatherâsnakes up your trembling body to play with your pebbled nipples.
âWant me to kiss it better, sweetheart?â he asks before shifting closer and blowing a gentle stream of air right on your clit.
His mouth just hovers there for a few painstaking seconds, taking his sweet time in getting you all riled up again while you squeeze his fingers with your cunt.
When a fat glob of spit lands on your heated skin and drips down to meet his fingers, you struggle to keep your hands by your side like he demanded. The added lubrication only amplifies the sounds coming from your greedy pussy. Itâs sucking his fingers deeper inside with loud squelchesâand youâd be embarrassed if you werenât busy getting your brain turned to pleasure-filled mush.
But Caleb doesnât waste the opportunity to keep being a big meanie.
âOhhh, listen to that,â he purrs through a satisfied groan. âSheâs practically singinâ for me.â
That infuriatingly smug tone seems impossible for him to keep at bay. His fingers curl inside you with pinpoint precision, nudging your g-spot in a rhythm so calculated, so perfect, it has you twitching for him.
âAt least this pretty cunt never keeps secrets from me.â The words are muttered so close to a growl that you can barely tell if you actually heard them or imagined them, lost beneath the growing sounds from between your thighs.
Youâre going to lose your mind like this. Youâre seconds away from being locked up in a padded room if he keeps this up without putting that sinful mouth of his where you need it most.
Clawing helplessly at the couch, your voice breaks with desperation. âPlease, Caleb! Stop teasing me.â
Some merciful god above must take pity on you because finally, Caleb decides youâve been punished enough.
His Evol yanks the hat off your flushed face and throws it to the other end of the couch. Youâre relieved to be able to see him again, but slightly annoyed heâs not putting it back on himself. Your disappointment only lasts a second though, because the sight youâre greeted with nearly makes you come on the spot.
As soon as your gaze meets his, he smirks. And then his mouth descends upon your clit like a man possessed. His mouth latches on with zero hesitation, tongue flicking with terrifying accuracy. One deliberate stripe, then a harsh suck that rips his name from your throat in a breathless cry.
And all the while, he watches you.
Bliss is written all over his face, and he moans against your sloppy center like this is all he ever needs in his life. Caleb doesnât just eat pussy to make you feel good. He eats it like he never wants to part from your glistening folds. And when he enjoys a meal, he makes a mess out of it.
With each curl of his fingers inside you, youâre dripping more of your arousal across his chin and down his damn wrist. And he is smearing it all back on your twitching pussy with a depraved moan, eager to make you feel more, so much more pleasure than you can imagine.
He only parts from your clit for a second to demand that you keep your eyes locked on him, no matter how good heâs making you feel. After all, your attention should be trained solely on him while he licks and sucks on your swollen clit. He wants to look into your eyes and pinpoint the exact moment you come because of himâand only him.
Youâre so close to giving him what he wants, your hips jerking as you start to grind against his mouth and hands at a more feverish pace. He gets the hint immediately, moving faster to match the rhythm you desire.
Any control the colonel had a few minutes ago is gone. Itâs washed clean from your wetness and from the way he melts into the soft, needy heat of your cunt. Now, all he can do is look up at you in worship while he whines a whole damn symphony against your flushed skin.
You try to hold out for himâgod, you tryâbut your bodyâs already a trembling mess, wound so tight it only takes one more flick of his tongue to unravel you completely. Your second orgasm of the night tears through you with a cry of his name as your hips roll against his mouth in a final, desperate grind.
Caleb doesnât let up.
He keeps curling his fingers, keeps moaning against your drenched pussy like heâs savoring every drop of your pleasure. The intensity leaves you shakingâmind hazy, body spent, nerves frayed in the best way.
By the time you slump back against the couch, sweaty and panting, heâs already surging up to steal a kiss from your lips. Itâs all desperation and greed, his tongue curling past your lips to share the taste of you and swallow your sweet whimpers.
When he parts for air, you find yourself suddenly boneless in his arms as he lifts you like you weigh nothing at all. His Evol helps him along and caresses your skin as it ensures you donât squirm in his hold.
You expect him to tease you about how wrecked you areâmaybe even throw you right back onto the couch and start again. But instead, he carries you deeper into his home, feet moving with purpose.
Itâs clear where heâs taking you without even needing to ask. Of course it's the bedroom. Of course he wants more. So do you.
Thereâs a beat of tense silence as he crosses the threshold, the anticipation burning in your veins. He could take you against the nearest wall, could push you into the mattress and ruin you completely, but he doesnât. Not yet.
Caleb once told you he likes to take his time when he shows his affection. And heâs always stayed true to his word. But youâre still getting used to the way he drags out every moment of pleasure between the two of you.
When he finally sits down on the edge of the bed, he keeps you in his lap, cradled but not restrained. The pull of his Evol has faded now, but you donât make any move to leave his arms. You simply shift to straddle him, legs settling on either side of his hips.
Even after your intense orgasms, you still want more. And it doesnât take a genius to know heâs going to fuck you now.
You waitâfor his hands, for his voice, for anything. But he leans back to lie on the soft bed. You watch in confusion as he folds his arms behind his head. And does absolutely nothing.
One blink. Two. Heâs still just lying there.
âWell?â he drawls, voice low and unbearably smug. âYou said you like my uniform so much. Iâm givinâ you your alone time with it.â
Your breath catches at the implication. That cocky bastard.
Alright. Two can play at this game. You just need to persuade him with the gentle rock of your hips. It seems to work for a second, causing his cock to twitch beneath you. But he still doesnât budge.
âCaleb,â you whine, âstop playing around.â
He only smiles wider at your plea, eyes sliding half-closed like making you squirm is better than any other pleasure you can provide.
Desperate to convince him to do something, you ask, âWhat happened to you barking out orders and calling all the shots, hm?â
Still not even a flinch from him.
âWe both know youâre always the one in charge, baby,â he says so simply it makes your jaw tick in annoyance. âSo go ahead. Use me.â
It seems heâs settling in for the show, arms folded behind his head as if he has all the time in the world.
This isnât just him being a tease anymore. Itâs a full surrender wrapped in a smirk.
And then he promises, âIâll follow any orders you give me, Colonel Pip-squeak.â He knows you canât pass that up.
The uniform youâve been obsessed with is all yours now, but the man beneath it has always belonged to you. Maybe itâs time to remind him of that.
I'd like to give a big shoutout and HUGE thank you to @walleeli for beta reading this and giving me fantastic feedback
And I'd like to thank my bff @sirianisrock for dealing with my usual antics, indecisiveness, and listening to me rant about this fic for days LOL
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gojo couldnât help but twist and turn in the car.. sitting- no LAYING in the backseat of sugurus car. thinking back gojo probably should have specified what he meant when he wanted to have lunch with geto.
âgive me ONE good reason-â âiâm not going.â âsat-â âIM NOT GOING!â satoru folded his arms and turned his whole body towards the door of the car. âgive me one good reason why you wonât go in.â suguru said while he continues eating his lunch.
âi have no socks on- my hair is a mess and i didnât bring a jacket- OH ON TOP OF THAT I DIDNT BRING MY FUCKING BAG!â gojo explained while he threw his hand in the air obviously pissed.
while his other hand reaches for his slushy, as for suguru he was reaching into the backseat looking for a pair of socks. only pulling out one sock and placing it on satoruâs leg.. and oh boy, suguru knew he fucked up when the absolute horror on satoruâs face appeared.
like the child satoru is, he threw the sock on the floor and gave suguru the most âyou did just do that.â look on his face.
âiâll give you the socks on my feet if i have to-â
âEW SUGURU NO.â satoru flailed his arms around obviously pouting as sugurus laughter filled the car âfuck you.â satoru rolled his eyes. âfine fine iâll keep the car on- but donât get any ideas.â suguru said as he grabbed satoru by the face and made him look at him.
âunderstood?â suguru asked, making satoru nod.. âuse your words.â suguru added before leaning in, his lips just inches away from satoruâs. âyeah yeah whatever.â satoru mumbled as his lip started to quiver. âgood.â suguru planted a soft kiss on satoruâs lips before pulling away and opening his door and grabbing his stuff.
âand youâre sure you donât wanna g-â âIM POSITIVE.â satoru went back to pouting. after about eight minutes later satoru decided to climb into the back..
grabbing sugurus jacket and using it as a pillow. the smell of his cologne making satoru bury his face into it, henceforth the soft whine that left his lips.
the sensual music playing in the background, daring him to do something heâd most definitely regret and never bring up to suguru..
the tinted windows that made him feel secure, slightly thrusting into seat. âfuck..â he mumbled into the jacket his teeth biting into the fabric as his brows furrowed. the button to his pants digging into his abdomen as the tent in his pants seemed to bother him.
âthis is wrong..â he muttered to himself as his hand gripped at his clothed aching cock. the soft sighs that left his mouth as his hand begin to unbutton his pants. freeing his halfway stiffen cock, he lets out a whine. the feeling of leather seats against his sensitive tip made his head spin, lord knows the smell of suguru from his jacket wasnât helping.
âyeah thatâs it, be a good boy and keep your legs open.â suguru mumbled into satoruâs neck. the feeling of satoruâs nails clawing at sugurus back as he continued his sloppy thrusts.the only sounds coming from the white haired freak were loud moans. âsay my name.â sugurus breath fanned against his ear. âsug!â suguru didnât seem to like that, because as soon as he realized thatâs all he was going to say.. he pulled away from satoruâs grasp, his cock sliding out of him- making the former cry out âsug-â âwhatâs my name?â âmasterđĽşđĽşđĽşâ
the amount of effort iâd go through to read choso x reader because heâs so fine⌠if i wasnât lazy. like the only thing stopping me from posting the most down bad, toe curling smut for this man- is because i literally have read maybe like 3 fics of him and that is NOT enough to have my own opinion on him
honestlyyyy⌠single dad! toji x reader is kinda getting to me.. like pookie wym your wife died and you have nothing to live for? đ¤. iâm welcoming him with open arms.. and open legs.đŤś
No matter what you did- Prof!Nanami always had some reason to humiliate you in front of the whole lecture. Prof!Nanami who constantly bring you down and embarrass you amongst your peers. âHeâs just a hard teacher.â was everyoneâs excuse, it seemed as if no one truly believed the man had a problem with you.
I mean how could they miss the way his eyes linger? You felt it, so why didnât anyone else notice?
Prof!Nanami that would glare at you when you seemed to be too handsy with a peer. His gaze never seemed to alert anyone other than you- did no one else feel the way his cold eyes burned into them?
Prof!Nanami that would remain seated for the lecture when heâd finished trying his shoe, and glancing up at the students while still explaining. His glasses covering his gaze as it shoots right between your thighs, hoping to get a glimpse of your panties. This seemed to be a common occurrence when youâd wear a skirt that was perhaps a tad bit too short.
Prof!Nanami that pulled strings to keep you in his class no matter how hard you tried to transfer out. The excuses would be so vague it even made you wonder if you should just drop out.
Prof!Nanami that would take points off of your assessment even if you turned it in on time.. Saying âSee me after class.â only for it to end the same way as it always does- your knees getting red as your hands rest on his thighs. Looking up at him through your tear-soaked lashes- drool pooling on the floor as your jaw started to ache.
His cock keeping your mouth busy as you try to minimize the gags around it- until of course he grabs a hand full of your hair and starts to face fuck you mercilessly.
Or so he daydreamed between class periods.. And the way heâd glance at your ass when you walked towards the door.
Prof!Nanami that stood outside of the womenâs locker room with his hand running through his hair as he seriously considered what he was doing.. AGAIN.
Prof!Nanami that slid into the women's locker room, in search of that pretty name label of yours that heâd grown familiar with. Unfortunately, he was running a little late.. so instead of wrapping your pretty panties around his dick- like he has many times before. And taking his time to climax and let his cum soak into your panties.. along with the idea of you never knowing his cum is between your thighs.. once more.
He opted to just take the whole pair, kneeling as he grabbed them and shook his head before giving in.. And, sniffing them? He stood back up and shoved them into his pocket before making his escape out of the same door he came through. Only to be passed by the women's swim team,
âGood afternoon, Professor Nanami!â some of your teammates greeted the man as you simply glared at the floor ahead of you. Keeping your eyes down so you donât have to lock eyes with the man whoâs made your life miserable from time to time.
Prof!Nanami that was kind of getting off to the idea of talking to your teammates.. All the while unannounced to any of you that YOUR underwear was in the front right pocket of his pants. The fact that your pussy had been covred by the sheer fabric not too long ago.
Prof! Nanami that bit down on your underwear to stifle the groans that left his lips each time heâd gotten a taste of you from them. His hand that never seemed to stop as it kept edging him. The smell of your cum soaked panties- which the specific reason he has chosen to steal them today was due to your time in class.
Your pathetic senior boyfriend who would graduate uni and never look back. The same senior that had stuffed his fingers in your cunt underneath the table. The smug smirk on his face as he glanced over to see Prof!Nanami watching how his fingers played with your clit. Sliding your wet panties out of the way, giving Prof!Nanami an even better view of your pussy.
Watching the way, Prof!Nanami held back- a groan? Covering it up with a cough as he committed the sight to memory before turning to the board to hide his erection.
i came up with all three last night because i was bored out of my mind. now i canât figure out which one to finish first⌠iâm leaning towards the first one because it has the most added to it already.
Maybe it was the way you both would constantly make eye contact or the way your legs would brush against each other when youâd stretch and accidentally extend your legs too far. Maybe it was the subtle touches when you both would both reach for something.
Suguru wasnât sure when he started having feelings for you, but he realized it while laying in bed.
The thought of you awkwardly laughing and when youâd once again make awkward eye contact because he was seated right in front of you. His subtle glances at Gojo, who was seated across the room.
He wasnât sure who he wanted more; sure, he liked his best friend, but something about your awkward relationship had him in a death grip.
It had only been maybe a week since uni had started, and he wasnât too keen on sitting by anyone but Gojo and Shoko. Well, especially Gojo. But when the professor had everyone sit in different places so everyone could get different views on things.. he was reluctantly moved to the introvert table.
The second day was as smooth as it could get; yâall didnât say anything to each other.. until he awkwardly laughed at his table, unable to take the serious demeanor of his new chairmates.
That was when he caught your attention.. the first time you looked at him.
Since then, yâall have just looked around awkwardly, never daring to make eye contact. Although, for some reason, it was hard not to look at you. He would glance at you before looking back over at Gojo; he really didnât know what he was doing. Itâs not like he was dating either of you.. he was just conflicted.
"Here," he mumbled as he took the papers and handed them over to you. He didnât make eye contact, but it was obvious he wasnât trying to be the first one to break whatever little game you've got going on.
The next day, something different happened, he didnât just sit there, tuning out whatever the professor was saying; he had an airpod in. Only one in, though he did pull out a sticky note and a pen..
Curiosity got the best of you, so when you glance down, you see him rather concentrated. His head bopping as whatever song he was listening to was playing.
This time you didnât ignore the way he would glance beyond you, so when he did, and looked back down to continue his little doodles.
You âcracked your back, which was more of an excuse to see who he was looking at.
Thatâs when you spotted a white-haired guy with the opposing airpod from the former. You didnât stare too hard, but you figured you were both listening to music.
Just as you turned around, Suguru's doodle seemed to make more sense.. Considering it wasnât a doodle, it was actually a rather detailed drawing of whom you assumed was the white-haired guy he'd been looking at.
When he holds the doodle up, your eyes dart to your paper. Not wanting to be caught watching him. A soft sigh left your lips before a single thought was left in your head..
The way he was roughly fucking you as if he hated you really made your mushy brain believe it. "Youâre taking me so well." His hot breath fanned against your ear, not like it mattered. You were far too gone to even register what he was saying. He leaned up, keeping your arms pinned to your back as he slowly pulled his cock out of you. Watching the way your pussy wrapped around him so prettily, listening to the soft whines that left your mouth before promptly thrusting back in. A small yelp leaves your lips as your limp thighs get pushed even harder into his stand.
When did the two of you even leave his office?
âŚHow the hell did yâall even get into the courtroom?
"Fuck-take it." he moaned as his thrusts fastened, his hand snaking around your body towards your overstimulated clit. "N-no. No more 's too much!" You cried out as your thighs started to shake. "But you were just begging me to ruin you earlier." He softly whispered into your ear, his breath leaving you on edge as he continued to fuck your cunt.
The soreness in your arms started to become noticeable as his grip tightened. "Please," you quietly sobbed. "What was-fuck," He bit his tongue as your cunt fluttered around him. "What was that, pretty?" His voice came out rather airy, as it was obvious he was close to his much-needed orgasm. "Please," you cried, "please, cum in me!" You squirmed as your arms started to go numb, as if it could outweigh the sting on your ass from his stupid spanking.
He must have deemed that enough, as he leaned off of you to release your arms, slipping his thick cock out of you.
This man couldnât get enough of that mating press; he loved seeing the way you cried when he kept fucking into you. He loved the way your fingers dug into his shoulders and left scratches on his back after he promised one more round, only to end on what felt like the hundredth. "Youâre doing so well; I promise thisâll be it for tonight," he mumbles into your skin, his soft kisses compared to his thrusts leaving you limp.
He couldnât get enough of you.
The way your tight cunt wrapped around him.
The sounds that left your lips.
The way you arched your back at his touch.
But the biggest thing he loved was when you finally broke down and gave in to him.
"Are you the strongest because you're Satoru Gojo? Or are you Satoru Gojo because you're the strongest?"
Satoruâs eyes widened.. the air in his lungs seemed to cease from existence as his hands slightly shook.
The ache in his chest as he slowly cranes his neck to look behind him- his one and only.
His best friend..
Suguru must have noticed the expression on Satoru's face by the way he tilted his head.
Satoru slowly turned around before standing there, dumbfounded..
The tears in his eyes seemed to swell up as he opened his mouth.
The words seemingly to be caught in his throat- he doesnât dare blink. The anxiety that if he did.. Suguru would no longer be there.
His bottom lip quivers as he stares at the man directly in front of him. After a few moments.. he finally gathers the courage to blink, causing some of his tears to fall from his eyes.
His hands rush to his face as he attempts to wipe them away.
The sniffle as he continues to try and hold back from sobbing.
All the while, Suguru did nothing but stand there and watch him..
Was he expecting an answer?..
Was there anything to answer?âŚ
After all this time- he just pops up out of nowhere.. and restates the phrase that keeps Satoru up all night thinking about over and over??
âSatoru.â
The purr that left his lips, has he always said it so.. beautifully?
It was hard to breathe.. why was it hard to breathe?
The sharp and shaky inhales of air that Satoru tried to take were painful. He opened his mouth to say something- but once again it was like nothing was coming out.
He could feel his lips moving as he tried to say the words.
He needed something, just something to come out so he could hear Sugurus's voice once more..
âSug-âSatoru opened his eyes, his mask restricting his sight as he was startled awake.
His hand reached up to his throat and he felt around it, his hair was just as messy as the slightly tear-soaked mask that covered his pretty eyes..
Eyes that had watched his one and only, pass from the world.
Eyes that had watched him leave.
Eyes that slowly watched as his best friend claimed it was the weather that made him stressed..
Eyes that had noticed how Suguru's uniform seemed to grow looser and looser with each passing week..
A mouth that never opened to try and say anything more than if he was okay.
A mouth that didnât openâŚ
not even when the love of his life, told him his ideals..
Words that never reached the ears of Geto Suguru because deep down Gojo Satoru was just a child that grew up too fast..
Yearning for someone to be himself around, someone that he could love and trust.
Someone who was just as strong as him, someone he could let his guard down around..
Someone he could be himself around.
Letâs be real, that one person was and always will be Geto Suguru.
