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Works (AO3)
Love and Deepspace
Caught Between a Rock and a Hard Place (Zayne; Sylus*) [Preview]
Denial (Caleb; Zayne*) [Preview/Original]
Three’s a Crowd (Caleb; Zayne) [Preview/Original Pt. 1/Pt. 2]
The Princess and The Preceptor: A Game (Zayne) [TBD]
Critical Role
The Sin of Yearning (Jester x Caleb) [Preview]
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Say Yes (Caleb) (6.4k) [First Time/Confession; Mutual Masturbation/Clit!Stim/Sex]
Pushed Back (Caleb) (4k) [Appearance; Sex/Implied f!Oral]
Everything You Want (Caleb) (3.5k) [Jiejie/Gege; BJ/f!Oral/Sex]
Everything here is Valko x fem!reader. With things spiraling & people doom posting left and right...take breaks from socials, drink water, eat, & rest. Much love from me to you; please enjoy these works!
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Description: Valko enacts a sex ban and you enact your revenge. (Don't be deceived by the title. When you read this, if you've seen the movie, you'll get the reference, lol.)
WC: 3.2k
I got lost in the sauce trying to write a drabble request. I... I'll still do the drabble I SWEAR just this...OH MY FUCKING GOD...why haven't I written him utterly pathetic yet??? Well, in Good Boy I suppose a bit, but YOOOOO THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!! (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) Enjoy!
Anddd of fucking course it crossed the blurb WC cap...eh, FUCK IT!
A week earlier, when Valko playfully threatened you with a sex ban you thought it a cruel, poorly timed joke, one that he was not capable of actually sticking to. Granted, he made the statement as a result of you teasing and edging him perhaps just a tad bit too far. At first, with the way you made him beg—near cry—you thought it somewhat fair.
This, however, quickly spiraled and became wildly unfair. Despite being devoted, loving, and always ready to bend to your every whim, if you knew one thing about your boyfriend it was that he is stubborn. Intensely stubborn. For this transgression, he wanted—needed—to prove a point. The fact that he very much so enjoyed said transgression in the first place was another topic in and of itself.
***
Throughout the week since, your grasp on your sanity had well begun to slip, your cunt practically throbbing each time you merely looked in his general direction.
You were essentially screaming at him each time he strolled around the house, “Go put a shirt on!” All he offered was a laugh as he disappeared down the hall, only to later return, still, without a shirt. “Val!” He would just flash you his charming smile. It was fucking torture.
On a different day within the week, your eyes rolled to the back of your skull upon hearing him grunting within your home gym. Quietly padding backwards, you peered in, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as hard as possible to silence yourself. Despite always wearing a compression shirt, he was, yet again, shirtless, only small—too small—athletic shorts gripping over his muscled thighs, as he worked a heavily stacked barbell up…again and again…using the force and thrust of his hips. If you hadn’t already completely lost it—you certainty had then, on that visual alone. On the sound alone.
His voice was smug when he finally looked up at you standing by the door, “Yes, pup?”
“Ugh! You—!” Biting back your curses, you stormed off.
Toward the end of the week, you decided that you would have your fucking revenge—and eat it, too. Enough was enough. He would break, not you. If he thought you made him beg and cry before…
***
The following day, you find and adorn yourself with the tightest dress you own, along with a sleek pair of heels. The funny thing was that the tight dress was mostly just the cherry on top. While you knew intimately of your boyfriend’s stubbornness, you also knew of his pure weakness toward seeing you in a pair of heels. He could drop dead alone at how sexy they made your legs look. He had told you many times before, while yes, of course, your legs, there was something particular about your calves...
You stroll into the living room casually in the early evening, “Babe, I’m going out with some friends from work. I’ll be back later, okay?”
Turning his head toward you, his eyes go wide and his phone falls out of his hand and onto the couch, “Woah, woah—” he springs, nearly jumps, up from the couch, “woah— B-baby!? Y-you—”
You place your hands on your hips, cocking a brow at him. “Dressed like that!?” He stammers, admittedly in the sweetest way—not aiming to be controlling, but rather express just how flabbergasted he is, “I m-mean, you can wear w-whatever—you k-know I don’t—I’m n-not trying to—” his head shakes, his eyes snapping shut briefly, “like that!?”
You smirk, taking your hands off your hips, “Yes, Val, like this.”
“I’m— I’m—” he starts pacing around the living room by the couch, “I’m a stupid, weak man. I’m so stupid, can we please—”
You’re quick to interrupt, “Nope.” You grab the front door’s knob, a hint of humor in your tone, “Love you, bye!”
His voice is passionately desperate as you’re already making your way out, “Not even a kiss!?”
You grin at him before closing the door, “Nope!”
***
When you get back home, you’re thrilled to hear the shower running—perfect. Leaving your heels on, you slip your panties off and throw them onto the couch. When you hear the water turn off, you sit up on the floor with your back against the couch, spreading your legs and dipping your hand between your thighs.
He steps out into the hall, his hair still partially wet, and you have to keep your jaw from falling to the floor—you were going to have to be more than strong willed to pull this off. Again, with no shirt, and a pair of light colored sweats clinging low on his hips, the sight of his bulge makes your mouth instantly water. It becomes easy to start doing what you need to.
When he walks further out from the hall and spots you on the floor, his eyes go wide—his own jaw falling slack. Too bad for him, you had already picked yours up—replacing your lustful gaze for one full of determination and smugness.
He comes closer until he’s standing only a handful of steps from you, “B-baby, w-what are y-you—”
You cut him off, “How could you be so mean to me, hm?” Your voice is a tempting coo, your eyes fixed on his while his own immediately drop between your legs. “All I want is your cock inside me,” his eyes snap back up to yours, utterly dumbfounded, “and you won’t even give it to me?” You play up a pout, slowly rubbing your clit in front of him.
His voice is beyond weak, “I-I—oh my god—I’m stupid. It’s because I’m fucking stupid.” He drops to the floor, on his knees with his arms slack like he’s in visceral pain.
You nod slowly, failing to contain a devious grin at the sight of him on his knees, “Mmhm…”
He moans gutturally upon watching you slip your fingers inside your dripping cunt, immediately falling forward onto both of his hands. “I’m an i-idiot. Been s-so fucking hard this entire week. All I can smell, is you. I t-think I’m doing this to torture myself—n-not you.” You pull your fingers out and put them into your mouth, holding his gaze while you wrap your lips around your index and middle finger.
Watching helplessly, he instantly dips down while whining, pressing his forehead against the carpet like he’s praying. Or, better yet, begging for your forgiveness. You take your fingers out of your mouth and tsk at him, “Ah, ah, ah. No back tracking now. You did this to me—and yourself.”
He lifts his head again, watching your hand return between your thighs as you start to toy with your clit using just the tip of your middle finger, “I-I’m so sorry—baby. Fuck—don’t do this. I—”
You interrupt him, spreading and parting your slit with two fingers. “Look—” He does just what you ask, moaning again to the sight of you spread in front of him. Using just one finger, you glide along the length of your slit down to your entrance to collect ample slickness that sticks and pulls away from your body before snapping away from your finger. “Look how wet I am for you and you don’t even care. Not once this week.”
He groans, “S-stop—I do care. I’m so sorry, pup—p-please, let me—” As soon as he moves—crawls— your right leg extends and you press the ball of your heel against his forehead. He stops right where he is, his jaw clenching tight as he fights against making any more noise than he already has.
With the pointed heel itself hovering just in front of his mouth, your voice gets quieter but still contains a clear demand, “You’re gonna watch.”
The raw, whiny, needy, and pathetic sound that escapes his throat against his will before he speaks is immaculate, “N-no, p-please, I c-can’t.”
You grin, glancing down to his sweats and spotting the overwhelmingly obvious print of his hard cock underneath. “Oh, but you can, handsome. This was your choice.” While you speak, your leg and he slowly lowers as he completely sinks to the ground by your command, his body flat. “You’re gonna watch me fuck myself with my fingers, hm? …Just wishing it was your cock that you’ve been withholding from me.”
He’s whimpering, his elbows bent and his fists balling up beside his shoulders while he fights not to touch any part of you. “Y-you—ngh—” He moans again—loudly—when you push your fingers back inside, “Baby, you smell—you look—s-so perfect. Let me taste you—a-at least.”
You remove your heel, folding your legs toward your body to keep your knees up high and spread, “If you really wanted to taste me, you would’ve done it already this week.”
Scooting a bit closer now that your leg isn’t holding him back, he shakes his head, “N-no—I do—I always do, y-you know that. Please, just—”
You shake your head, “Mm-mm,” starting to pump your fingers in and out with intention, “hump the floor, for all I care.” A loud, shaky groan spills from his throat at the humiliating suggestion—but his hips twitch down anyway.
He becomes a stuttering, drooling mess—more than he already is, “P-please—oh my fucking god—I’m s-sorry—s-so s-sorry—”
You click your tongue, shaking your head at him again, “Look what you could have if you weren’t so mean to me, hm?”
“I’m sorry—oh my god—baby, d-don’t—I’m n-not mean—I-I—”
“Oh, but, you are. So fucking mean—mmm—making me fuck my pussy like it’s my job when it’s yours.”
He moans loudly, his eyes fixated on your fingers pushing in and out of your perfect cunt no less than a foot from his face, “I-it is mine, p-please—I’ll d-do it r-right now, just—”
Pushing your fingers as far as they’ll go, you curl them lightly and he moans at the sight while you interrupt, “No. You lost your chance. Now, you just get to watch.”
“Ah—ngh—fuck!” His fist beats softly into the carpet, his forehead pressing back against the floor.
“That doesn’t look like watching to me.”
He lifts his head back up feebly, “Baby…” Both of his hands wrap around your ankles, the look in his eyes overtly pleading, “Please…” His eyes fall back to your cunt, a pathetic and desperate lust burning in them.
Your tone is one of intense warning, “Don’t you even think about it...”
His voice becomes breathless, another slight roll from his hips into the floor, “T-this is just—”
You interrupt, scoffing, “Cruel, hm? Sounds familiar.”
He tears his eyes away from temptation to look up at you, “Oh my god—I fucked up s-so bad, pup—y-you can’t—I’ll do whatever you want.”
You grin, cocking your head to the side, “You are doing what I want, right now.”
Flicking through all of the stages of grief, “I know you want my cock, let m-me give it to you, hm?”
You raise a brow, sighing openly and simultaneously to the feeling you’re creating and to the feeling that the look of his desperation gives you, “Oh, so we’re bargaining now, is that it? Well, I’m past wanting that. I, now, just want to watch you suffer.”
He croaks, “Oh, god…”
“Mmhm—this is what you get.”
His eyes fall back to your fingers that haven’t stopped once, “Fuck—you’re so pretty, please, please—I c-can’t—I need—”
You interrupt again, “What do you need that I didn’t this past week, hm?”
“N-nothing—I-I—I’m sorry—ngh—pup!” You peer back briefly, enjoying the sight of his groin driving down into the floor over and over again.
With a thin moan, you hardly spread your two fingers apart as they’re inside you while he watches, “It’s so tight—mmm—from not having you once this week.”
Lips parted, once you continue pumping your fingers, he stares at the push and pull, your skin tight on your fingers, “H-holy shit.” You relish in the roll of his hips straight into the ground.
You let a louder moan slip, indulging in the constant burning thought over the past week of nothing but him inside you, “Mmm—your cock would feel so fucking good right now. I need it so fucking bad.”
He whines, “P-please, I’ll—”
You huff while curling your fingers, “No.”
“Ngh! Y-you—”
“Your mouth…your hands…your fingers—god, I needed them all this week—and y-you—ngh—wouldn’t give me one single thing.”
He shakes his head, “I-I—I’ll never do i-it again—baby, please.”
“I know you won’t, but mm-mm, you’re not getting off that easy.” Your eyes flutter, the heave of your chest only getting stronger, “Me on the other hand…”
You both stay silent a moment, his brows furrowed intently while watching the repeated dip of your fingers. “V-Val…mmm—”
He interrupts, “Oh, no—d-don’t you do that.”
“Do what?” Your chest heaves dramatically, his eyes watching the rise and fall momentarily, specifically the tight material clung over your chest and fitted snuggly over your breasts. “Val—ngh—oh m-my god—”
His expression becomes pained, his hips driving down again, “Stop it.”
You gasp while staring down at him, “Val—I feel like…m’gonna—”
He whines, “Quit it.”
Momentarily, your voice becomes higher pitch, “F-fuck—I’m gonna cum—”
His voice then becomes hoarse from all the whining, “Baby…”
“Oh my god—mmhm—V-Val…”
“S-stop it—baby—fuck—!” He lurches toward your ankle, his teeth sinking into your flesh before he speaks against your skin, “I’m—I’m gonna cum—h-holy shit—” He can’t stop himself from bucking his hips down into the carpet—watching it happen, it felt like he could feel it.
“G-good—ngh—” Your fingers work faster, curling into your G-spot more frequently, “O-oh—Val—oh my god—nngh!” His eyes dart up to watch your expression brought on by your orgasm as your head falls back against the couch, his hips bucking and grinding helplessly onto the floor.
As soon as he lets go himself, he silences his release by sinking his teeth back into your ankle, “Fuck—mmmph—!”
Listening to him huff and pant, while you’re still shaking, you force yourself to recover relatively quickly, his face still down low by your leg as he shudders. You let out a light chuckle, pulling your dress down and standing back up.
Once you’re gone from the floor, he presses the side of his cheek against the carpet, “Y-you—babe—oh my god.”
Ready to walk past him, you stop and press your heel lightly into his back—he instantly moans. “Such a good boy, hm?”
***
To say the least, the following week was…intense.
Orchestrated by your demand, you both are completely bare. His back is flat against the bed and you’re straddling him, grinding your soaked slit up and down the length of his hard cock, “Pup—p-please, you c-can’t keep doing this.”
“Oh, but I can, hm? You felt no shame in withholding, so I’ll feel no shame in this.”
“Oh, god—nngh—f-fuck! I feel like m’gonna cum—”
“Good—I want you to cum all over yourself.”
You were sure to find new ways—as many as possible, actually—to make him cum without ever being inside you, without getting his mouth or his hands on you, and without you getting your mouth or hands on him, either.
This subsequent week in particular, Valko learned a new definition for the word torture.
***
Slipping into the shower, he blocks the stream of water from hitting you as his arms wrap around you and he bites your shoulder gently, “Baby—p-please, how long are you gonna keep this up?” He whimpers quietly, grinding his already hard cock against your ass.
Despite both having cum numerous times during this second week, you each felt—and were—locked in a permanent state of arousal, just waiting for it to be broken.
You shrug in his arms, running your fingertips along his forearms that are wrapped over your waist, “Hmm, at least as long as you did.”
He whines, biting your shoulder again, “It’s been longer than that!”
“Oh, has it?”
He groans, his lips pressing into your neck before speaking, “God, remind me to never piss you off again.”
“You got that right.”
“Mmm—please—I need to be inside you, right fucking now. I’m sorry—so sorry, do whatever you want, just let me feel you.” He squeezes you tighter and you instinctively begin to bend and arch, pressing yourself back against him.
“I do want your cock—mmph—so fucking bad, you have no idea.” While he’s leaning further into you, your hands press against the back wall, “B-but, I’m still so fucking mad at you.”
One of his hands leaves your waist, gently pushing down and slipping his cock between your thighs, which makes you gasp as soon as he’s between your legs, “I know, pup. I deserve it, stay mad—for as long as you want. Just—please, let me give you what you want, hm?” Pressing his chest against your back, you both start moaning at the pressure of his cock grinding against and between your slit. Already wet—constantly wet—you part for him easily. You’d been at this all week—his hard cock rubbing against you tirelessly until you both came.
You hum in contemplation, his length continuing to smooth between your slit, the head of his cock grinding against your clit, “Please—oh my god—I want you so fucking bad. I need you. You’re so fucking wet, I know you need me, too.”
Reaching between your thighs, you wrap your hand around the center of his length, guiding his tip toward your entrance, “One more time…tell me,” you push your hips back, the head of his cock gently pressing into you, “that you’ll never—ever—do it again.”
Gasping to the sensation that is long overdue, “I won’t, I w-won’t. Baby, I swear, never again. Ever.”
You bite back a moan, the utter desperation from not feeling him stretch you with his cock in over two weeks painfully peaking in this moment, “Good boy. Nngh—mmhm, go a-ahead.”
“Oh my fucking—ngh!” Both of his hands latch onto your hips quickly, driving into you while pulling you back—the end result being his cock full up inside you before you can even breath again. The whiny, loud moans that quickly pour out from each of you bounce off the shower walls and echo in the bathroom.
Trying to temper himself, each of your bodies twitching with both relief and anticipation of just getting started, “S-sorry, princess. H-holy fuck, you feel...mmm—are you okay?”
You lean in harder against the wall, a slight wiggle in your hips, enjoying—and missing, so fucking badly—the feeling of him inside you, “M-mhm, ngh—”
“I’m such a fucking asshole, but please,” he retracts his cock from you to thrust forward again, “ngh—don’t ever do this shit to me again.”
You laugh, but that sound doesn’t hold up against his thrust, a loud moan replacing it instead, “Y-you started it.”
“Mmm—I k-know. Never again. Please, forgive me, pup.”
“Hmm—nngh—y-you’re forgiven.” You tilt your head back and to the side just slightly, not able to get a complete look at him, but enough of one as you point your voice in his general direction, “Now, can you please fuck me until I can’t walk?”
His grip tightens around your hips, “Yes—mmhm—yes, I can.”
Description: You’re ovulating and need Valko to fuck the ever living shit out of you. Multiple times. Yep, mhm.
WC: 4k
TITS. PECS. GIANT TITS. (It’s summer and I fucking hate summer, LMAO. In my mindscape for this one, it’s fall/winter, mkay? He’d be the warmest good boy...)
HE’S BEEN CLEARED…ALL THEY HAVE TO DO IS...GIVE HIM THE F U C K BACK!!! AAWWWOOOOO!!!!! KEEP IT UP VALKYRIES!!!!!!!!
Cutesy, diabolically horny, then cutesy again. Enjoy! MWAH!
Cuddled up on the couch, you can’t stop pressing your face into the side of Valko’s warm, built chest. When relaxed, the large pad of muscle is like a firm, perfect pillow beckoning you for a well-deserved nap.
Although...it also beckons you to bite and lick him until he starts whimpering.
Despite humming happily to the feeling of you nuzzling against him, when pressing your nose into the side tissue of his muscle, a little too hard, he finally speaks up with a light laugh, “Pup…whatcha doin’?”
Grumbling, you squeeze his forearm that’s closest to you, sinking your nails into his skin, “Mmmph…s’cozy, shh.”
He lets out a more hearty laugh, flexing his forearm for you in the process, “Did you just shush me?”
“Mmhm…shhhh.” Your voice becomes a needy whine, turning your head to the side to rub your cheek on him, “…Ruining it…quiet, you.”
With his continuing sweet laugh that warms your heart, he still sounds a tad offended, “I’m ruining it!?” When you don’t reply and continue to smush your cheek into him, he simply watches, loving deeply when you behave in any capacity how he often does. He kisses the top of your head, “You’re so cute.” After waiting a second to see if you’d stop—you don’t, he hums again before speaking, “Do you know what today is, doll?”
You shake your head no, using it as an excuse to keep rubbing on him. After, you bring your face full frontal back into the side of his pec, “Mmm, mm-mm. Shh!”
He laughs again, brushing away some stray hairs of yours splayed across his chest, “Just about day fourteen of your cycle.”
You release a small groan into him, a little frustration rising that he won’t just let you have your fun without a bit of a pestering and a tease, “Mmm, so?” Your voice is muffled due to your mouth—your whole face—being actively pressed against him.
“So…” He waits for your reaction.
“Oh—oh.” You lift your head up quickly, looking at him with bleary eyes from having them closed for so long, “Can you—!?” He knows your cycle better than you do. While helpful, it left little information to the imagination, and he can always sense any changes in your behavior before you even process that they’re happening. It truly did make him the sweetest, best, and most informed boyfriend there ever was.
He grins, holding back another laugh while nodding, “Oh, yeah.” You stare at him a bit abashed, squeezing your legs together while you press your face back into him out of embarrassment and a rising, needy desire to have your face right back where it was, “Well, even if I couldn’t...” His voice lowers, “Look at you, pup.”
You groan again, “Mmm, you’re so big…so warm...just—shhh.” You playfully nip at his skin through his shirt.
He chuckles, using one of his hands to stroke your hair as you nuzzle him, “Okay, baby. Whatever you say…” All he needed to do was wait.
This wouldn’t end until you’re lifting his shirt up and shoving your face underneath. As soon as he goes to grab it and lift, you’re whining loudly, biting into his pec. “No! Mm-mm, leave me under here!”
He seals you back underneath his shirt and lets go, “Okay, okay! You’re so cute, pup. You can stay under there as long as you’d like.”
You press your lips into his skin, “Hmph…good.”
He’s like a furnace, so warm, and so, so, soft. His skin is electrifying to touch—whether it’s with your hands, your mouth, your body... You let your bottom lip drag across his skin, under and then over the side swell of his pec, your teeth grazing the space and closing—but not around his skin, like you’re teasing yourself as opposed to him.
When you feel him wiggle in his seat from your touch, you reach over and press your left hand against his hip that’s furthest from you, finally sinking your teeth into his skin. His voice is a reserved whimper, “H-hey—”
“Mmmph…” Needily, your mouth opens again, wide, sucking on his skin—taking however much of his muscle will fit into your mouth with a vacuumed pressure. While you suck, you let your tongue caress the skin that’s in your mouth.
His hips twitch again, “Pup—ngh—”
You shake your head gently, holding him in your mouth, “Mm-mm.” After you let him go, you mix deliberate and sloppy kisses to his skin, turning your focus and attention onto the space just beside his nipple.
By this point, you’re panting, quiet groans and whines slipping past your lips. He tastes so good and smells even better, the cedary scent of him contained and more powerful beneath the confines of his shirt. The more you suck, bite, lick, and kiss him...the harder you squeeze your thighs together.
When you truly process his scent and let it overwhelm you, you moan into his skin. You delicately let your tongue graze his skin, once just beside his nipple before going directly over it—softly...slowly...tantalizingly...
“Shit—mmm…” His hands press against you underneath his shirt. You press your lips into him softly before licking again, teasing the outer edge of his nipple with the tip of your tongue. He moans to the feeling, “Babe—”
Cutting him off, and by doing so like he frequently does to you, you let your lips wrap around him softly, sucking tenderly before applying more pressure and letting your tongue massage the bud. You feel his hips buck beneath your left hand, moaning openly against his skin at his reaction. You let go momentarily, only to flick your tongue against him before wrapping your lips around the bud again.
Without a warning other than a loud groan, he suddenly yanks his shirt up and over your head, the material landing above his chest. Caught, you release him from your mouth and smile up at him—equal parts mischievous and guilty. With his chest rising as he breaths deeply, you press your lips into him again, staring up at him with pleading, aroused eyes while you do so. “Mmm…” he shifts in his seat, a small groan sounding from his throat that makes his voice hoarse, “not even gonna let me watch you, pup?” You kiss the side of his chest, “That’s not very nice, hm?”
Moaning while doing so, you sink back into the side of his pec, biting and squeezing his muscle between your teeth. When he groans, you let go and sit up, “Off.” Like he thought, all he had to do was wait. Quickly, you lean forward and kiss the same spot you just bit, “Take it off. Right now.”
He smirks, “Yes, ma’am.” While you wait, impatiently, your fingers grip and sink into his thigh that’s closest to you. As you watch his core flex while his arms go up, your hands immediately part from his thigh to drag up his abs back to his chest. Once his shirt is off completely, he lets it drop behind the couch. He runs a hair through his hair, “Like my chest that much, princess?”
You’re quick to straddle his lap, and instinctively each of his hands palm both sides of your ass, drawing you in closer with a tight grip. You wait not at all to let yourself grind down onto his lap, “Mmhm…”
As he leans forward to kiss you, you stop him by pressing your palms against the top of his chest, pushing him back into the couch. Your hands flatten, pressing harder as you drag down his muscle a short distance, “Just look at you, so fucking sexy…”
With his chest heaving and expanding under your touch, he chuckles, “Is that right?”
You sigh longingly, staring at his chest rather than at him, “Shut up.”
His eyes widen, but he can’t hide his smirk, “Geez, pup—”
You interrupt, finally meeting his eyes, “Quiet. Let me have my fun, hm?”
After groaning, he swallows and nods, glancing down at your hands that now have a firm grip over his muscles, your nails pressing down into his skin until you make him moan.
As you continue to squeeze, palming his wide, warm muscles in your hands, his head tilts back and rests completely against the back of the couch’s edge. “Mmm... Good boy…” Before he can make a sound or move a muscle, you’re practically lunging for his throat, licking a clean, slow stripe up and over his adam’s apple.
“Ngh—oh—” His fingertips dig into your skin over the material covering your ass. When your teeth reach his jaw, you nip his skin, “F-fuck, pup—”
Leaning in on one side, your mouth is hot on his neck, not holding back in how you bite him. “Nngh!” Your hips drive down into his lap, easily feeling how hard he is—how hard he has been, likely since when you first drove your face into the side of his chest earlier.
As you retract from his neck panting, driven by a wild desire for him, he’s quickly lifting his head off the couch and gripping your face in both of his hands. “Pup—”
You don’t let him speak, crashing your mouth onto his instead. Where you may normally wait to slip your tongue into his mouth, you don’t. He moans into your mouth immediately at the contact, the grip of his hands on your face softening as he welcomes you. Reluctantly, you part from him, needing to say your piece, “I need you to cum inside me. Right now.”
“N-now?”
“Yes, Val. Right fucking now.” Your lips find his again, his groans and moans from you kissing him—grinding against him—falling easily and frequently into your mouth.
Trying to pull back from you and failing, he speaks between wet, desperate kisses, “W-wait—ngh—are you—mmm—sure?”
“Mhm.” Breaking away, your hands press against his chest as you grind down more intentionally. “Now, stop talking and help me get all my clothes off.”
When he doesn’t immediately react, your mouth goes straight back for his neck. You sink in, sucking on his flesh hard as you grind more aggressively against his cock. “F-fuck—if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to eat me, baby.”
Releasing his neck with a gasp, you bring your mouth right by his ear, whispering, “If you don’t help me get us both naked, right now...then yes, I will.”
“Pup—” he chuckles, only to silenced by his own moan when you nip his earlobe, “m-my god—nngh—” He groans again, starting to peel you off his lap by your waist. His voice becomes low, “Alright, I’ll give you what you want.”
“Please—yes, right now. I need you inside me.” You try to kiss him but can’t as he’s assertively pulling you off his lap and putting you on your feet in front of the couch.
After an aggressive handful of minutes involving mostly a frantic stripping of clothing, your back is pressed against the couch, your right leg up on Valko’s shoulder and your left pulled up by your hand underneath your knee. He’s planked above you, his left hand grabbing the couch’s armrest above your head, and his right holding his cock in his hand as he’s actively torturing you with it.
You’re a whining, dripping mess—submitted to him, “Valko please—h-holy fuck—put it in, I c-can’t take it!” You’re not sure you’ve ever felt so fucking hot before—quite literally burning up beneath him.
He fights a smile, carefully, and much too slow for your liking, grinds the head of his cock against your throbbing clit, “Gosh, pup—s’needy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, y-yes! Val, put your cock inside me r-right now—I fuckin’—oh m-my god—s-stop teasing me—nngh—you asshole.” Each word that comes out of your mouth is interrupted by a pathetic whine.
He tsks at you, running his cock back down then up the length of your slit, “Hey, now, baby. No need to be mean, hm?”
Your voice cracks, whines that have become explicit moans interrupting practically every other word, “S-sorry but—nngh, fuck! You’re being s-so—”
He hums deeply from his throat, withholding his need to moan while trying to stay in control, “Sorry, gorgeous—mmm—I am kinda being a dick, huh? ...You’re just so fucking sexy, begging for me.”
With your free right hand, you reach for whatever part of his arm on the couch is available to you, gripping aggressively, “Ugh! Nngh—s-stop it—p-please!”
Pulling his eyes from yours, he watches as he grinds his cock against you, “Mmm—you’re so fucking wet, my god. Look at you…”
Utterly desperate for him, you’re saying anything and everything to get his cock inside you, “Mmhm—p-please, don’t you w-wanna feel? I’m so w-wet for y-your cock, p-please! I n-need you to cum inside me—” He moans, the suggestion right there for the taking. Instead, he lifts his cock the slightest bit up from you and taps against your clit, “Nngh!” Your eyes snap shut, desperation taking over in rapid, shallow breaths.
When you open your eyes again, he looks far too smug, “If y-you—ngh—don’t fuck me right n-now, I s-swear to—” Without waiting another second, thankfully, he’s sinking his tip inside you, “Mmmph!”
“Good girl—ngh—fuckin’ oh my—”
You immediately drag your left leg up even higher with your hand, pulling your thigh against your body, the action pulling him deeper, as you interrupt him, “Y-yes, yes, oh my god—m-more—more—”
He sinks slowly, like he’s trying to tame you—but also, control himself, “Nngh—s-shit—calm down, pup.”
Your hips buckle and wiggle, “No—n-no, all the way, mmm—h-holy shit—you feel s’fucking good! I c-can’t—”
Doing what he normally would himself, as he pushes in, you release your left leg and place it over his other shoulder yourself. The change in angle makes him sink further, both of you failing to contain your moans.
He stares down at you in awe; not that you weren’t ever like this—you definitely had been—but right now, it was making his vision blur and his cock throb to a painful degree. He never wants to hurt you, and often holds back from thrusting into you as hard as he possibly can in fear of hurting you. But…it seemed like you really—desperately—wanted him to do just that.
Now completely inside you, your legs above his shoulders and pushed back into a mating press by his weight, he lets both of his hands grip the couch’s armrest, tight. With each thrust, you’re begging him for more, watching his core flex and contract with his weighty thrusts into your aching cunt.
“H-harder, harder! Mmm—nngh!” Each time you cry out for him to frankly, absolutely violate you, he groans deeply, fighting against a primal urge to just completely let go and rail you to his heart’s content.
Lacking restraint with each and every thrust, when he really starts giving you what you want, all you’re mostly left with is the ability to scream yes, over, and over, again. “Just like t-that, y-yes! Yes! D-don’t stop—nngh!”
With your eyes rolled back and your head tilted back into the couch, you can’t focus on his face, instead just on the feeling of him drilling into you with all of his power. Speaking through a broken pant while you tremble, “M’gonna—m’gonna—” You can’t form the sentence, the feeling of the head of his cock penetrating you and slamming against your G-spot endlessly and quickly leaving you a weak, dizzy mess.
His eyes close, fighting so hard against his own release brimming at the surface from the feel of you—from your reactions to him fucking you as hard as he’s able. Each time he opens his eyes to admire you, he’s playing a dangerous game. When your legs start to violently shake against his shoulders and cries of pleasure pour out from your lungs, “Nngh! Oh, fuck—baby, m’gonna—” He can’t get his warning out, either.
Suddenly gaining the ability to speak at the utter need for him to fill you in his entirety, “Yes, yes—mmm—give i-it to m-me—I need—ah!” Your cries of desperation are silenced by a dramatic, deep thrust forward, his vocalized and raspy grunt like music to your ears.
“Mmm—fuck!” He plunges again, if possible, somehow harder. Every lasting thrust from him is timed with each hot, spurt of cum you can feel warm you from the inside—accompanied unmistakably by a repeated and aggressive twitch from his cock fighting against the pressure of your walls squeezing down around him.
Since he had already knocked out all available air from you, you don’t know how, but you speak without any air in your lungs, “V-Val—h-holy fuck—yes, y-yes, t-that’s it—!”
Using the armrest of the couch, gripping it still with both hands—his knuckles completely white—for the final dose of his cum, like a medicine you require, he thrusts again, the intense pressure eeking out a loud, pathetic moan from your throat.
Slowing down slightly and calming, but neither of you recovered—not even close—he pulls out partially, glancing down between the two of you, “H-holy fuck…look at that, hm?” You’re beyond trembling. Before you can speak, he pushes back in, “Did you get what you wanted, puppy?”
Your voice is a satisfied plea, your head spinning, “Y-yes—oh my god—yes!”
He repeats the process, watching his release slick around him and ooze out between you both with each teasing thrust forward, sure to tilt up with his hips each time he’s completely inside you to press his tip against your G-spot, leaving you whining and shaking. “So damn pretty…love it when you’re full of me...”
“Kiss me, kiss me, kiss—” He chuckles, finding perhaps too much joy in your avid desperation, spreading his arms and jostling your legs off his shoulders down to his elbows so he can get to you and silence that desperation with his mouth. When his lips land on yours, that means his cock is buried its full extent inside you again, incentivizing a whiny moan from your mouth to his.
After a moment—several moments—of staying entangled, you stay exactly where you are, but he raises and sits normally on the couch, pulling your legs over his lap, petting and rubbing you lovingly while you recover, his warm, large palms flat against your skin. Still panting, “God, baby... I don’t think I’m the only one who experiences a…heat, so-to-speak.”
Completely out of breath, you weakly get out your rebuttal, “Shut…up…”
He laughs, squeezing your shins in his hands, “As you wish, princess.”
You swallow harshly, “Go—mmm—drink some water. We’re…doing that…again.”
His eyes peel off your body—truthfully, off your cunt dripping with his claim—and land on your eyes, “Again!?”
“Mmhm…s’good—so fucking good—need it…again...”
With a light growl and a laugh, he’s pulling your legs apart by your ankles, wedging his body back between your legs, “My insatiable, pup, huh? Need more of my cum, do you?”
As he’s pushing further forward, nuzzling his face into your neck, “Y-yes, oh my god—”
Speaking between kisses on your neck, “Mmm—fuck—I need five minutes.” His teeth sink into your neck, “...Make that two.”
You laugh quietly, your chest still heaving. His kisses on your neck slow, “But…I don’t get to make you cum with my mouth first, hm?”
You whine, “A-after—mmm—l-later—need you s’bad…”
He bites you again before speaking, a low growl getting cut off by a groan, “Mm—nngh—now who’s being the asshole?”
You tsk, tapping his back with your hand in defiance, “Hey!”
He quickly pulls his face from your neck, bringing his face in front of yours. “Kidding, baby. I take it back, I’m sorry,” he kisses several spots on your face, “really sorry, pup, that was mean.” He doesn’t stop kissing you or apologizing until you smile and giggle. “But asking me to keep my mouth off you…might just be meaner.” He kisses you softly, so softly it has you whining for more, “You know how much I love to make you cum that way…”
Panting, you raise your brows at him, “Are you saying you don’t want to cum inside me again, hm?”
He folds easily, too easily—in a way you absolutely love, “Okay, shit. I’ll be right back, gonna get us some water.” He hops off you with a speed that makes you laugh again. He points a finger at you, smiling, “You stay right there, hm?”
You gesture down with both of your hands to your pure comfortability sunken into the couch, legs spread and one dangling off for dramatic effect, giggling, “Do I look capable of moving to you?”
“Mmm—no…you don’t.” He teeters in place, contemplating jumping you right then after having just stood up, “Fuck! Okay, be right back.”
***
On the floor beside the couch, splayed out, “Okay, okay. …No…more…”
You roll onto your side and press your lips into his tricep, “One more?”
“No!” He groans to the thought, his abs flexing. “Fuck…” his voice cracks into a chuckle, “you’re tryin’ to fuckin’ to kill me, pup.”
Your voice becomes a tempting coo, “You’re just so—”
He interrupts, “Don’t start, you.” He speaks through deep pants, “You got me…for all…I’m worth…”
“Doesn’t hurt to find out, does it?” You tip your fingers up his chest, leaning into him as you start to sit up.
“Back, you! Uh-uh. You’ll—” he starts laughing as you quickly plop down on top of his large frame, “kill m-me!”
“Hmm…” You press your face into his chest, “hmph…”
Stroking your hair and back lovingly, you move with the rise and fall of his chest, “How about this, princess…as soon as we wake up, I’ll fuck you even harder, as many times as you want.” You moan into his chest. “You know how I am in the morning, hm?”
“Mmhm…even harder, huh?” You bite his chest weakly, a small whimper sounding, “Can we go to sleep right now, then?”
“Oh, god.” You giggle, squeezing your limbs over his body in a wide hug to encompass the size of him. “You’re not gonna let me rest the next few days, are you?”
You lift your head and look at him with a devious smile, “Nope.” You pop the “p,” pecking his chest with your lips once, “Now, off to bed, handsome.”
“My god…” he smiles, brushing your hair back with both hands, “what have I gotten myself into?”
You smile back at him, “You love me.”
He pinches your cheek, his eyes full of authentic warmth, “Mhm, more than you know.” Wrapping his arms around you, he’s tugging you further up his torso, “C’mere…naughty thing, you.” He feigns like he’s going to bite you before giving you a gentle, sweet kiss. After the kiss, “Let’s shower first, hm? I’ll clean you up.”
“Mmm…that sounds nice.” You kiss his cheek, “Thank you, baby.”
“Good, can’t just leave my girl a mess after all that. Come on, up you go.” You whine playfully, reluctantly peeling yourself off him. “Mm-mm, don’t stand up. I got you, baby.” Your heart warms and your stomach turns. You roll off him onto the carpet, sitting up slightly. After he stands up, he squats back down beside you, “Come on, arms around my neck, hm?” You smile, wrapping your arms around him as one of his arms scoops beneath both of your knees and the other supports your back. Regardless of how spent he may be, picking you up like this is absolutely nothing to him—no matter the situation.
Holding you in his arms, he smiles before pecking your lips, “I love you, pup.”
You stroke the side of his cheek with your hand, offering a light pinch, “I love you, handsome.”
As he heads for the bathroom with you in his arms, he chuckles, “Don’t get any ideas, Miss Hunter.” You laugh in response and rest your head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his warmth once again.
Description: Valko is tired and struggling to finish his office work, maybe you can help? (With your mouth!!!) (After the HJ/BJ this turns into spanking/implied sex in his office elevator...I...)
WC: 5.9k
After I put together my Valko masterlist, I started writing this immediately after I realized none of my Valko works include sucking him off. HEINOUS. Forgive me in the form of this work. Enjoy!
DUDE FUCK ME I KEEP GOING OVER MY BLURB WC CAP AND THEN AM JUST LIKE FUCK IT TIME TO KEEP GOING!!! 😩
In the low light of his high-rise opulent office, you turn your attention away from the large window and from gazing out into the city’s dim, sparkling lights when you hear Valko sigh deeply.
Driven to soothe any displeasure you hear from him, you walk over immediately. “Mm…” You let your hands smooth over his shoulders and down his chest, leaning into and over his right shoulder, your lips landing on his cheek, “Are you tired, baby?”
He sighs again, and while still deep and defeated, there’s a sense of relief in that same sigh from receiving your touch. “So fucking tired, pup.”
“Mmm…” Your lips press into his cheek again, slower and more intentional, “I’m so sorry, babe.” His right hand reaches up to clasp around yours that’s smoothed out over his chest. Leaning further into him, pressing your chest into his shoulder, your lips find his jaw, “Does it console you to know you look extremely handsome right now?”
“Hmm…” He lets out a light laugh, tilting in the direction of your touch, “Only a little.”
Leaning back, your lips touch his ear and offer up a sultry whisper, causing his hand to squeeze yours tighter, “Just a little?”
“Mhmm.” His eyes close, a happy hum sounding from his throat, “You should keep...complimenting me…hm?”
“Oh, awh,” you coo playfully, rubbing over his chest with your free left hand not clasped in his, “does someone need words of affirmation to get his work done so we can go home?”
“Mhm, I do.” His head leans back onto your left shoulder, a grin making its way onto his lips, his eyes still closed, “Especially from you…”
“Oh, yeah?” He lets go of your right hand, his hands flattening over his desk while he leans further back into his chair.
“Mmhm…” He rubs the back of his head on your shoulder, his face tilting toward your neck as his nose and lips brush against your skin.
“Mmm, okay, then, where to start?” With your right hand now free, using your index finger, you draw a line from beneath and over his adam’s apple until you reach his jaw, causing him to shudder. You muse sarcastically, “Hm, this will be difficult...”
He swallows under the touch of your finger, “Oh, shush you.” You smile and bring your hand back to his chest, turning your head toward him to leave a small kiss on his forehead.
“You’re so smart and kind…honest, handsome…” He hums, still rubbing against your shoulder. You let your right hand squeeze his pec over the soft, smooth material of his sleek suit, “You’re so big and strong…”
Smiling with his eyes closed, he lets out a more gravely hum, “Mhm…”
Flattening both of your hands against his chest again, “You also happen to look super fucking sexy in this suit…”
“Oh, yeah?” Tilting into you, he nuzzles into your neck with his nose, “You like me all cleaned up, hm?”
“Mhm…” Your lips touch his forehead again, “You know I like you wild, more. Specifically in workout clothes.” He laughs quietly, the corners of his eyes crinkling, “But…sometimes…yeah, I do.” You bring your right hand up to his tie, loosening it, “I really do...”
You let go of his tie and bring your right hand back toward his neck, the tips of your fingers reaching his adam’s apple again, each word an affectionate whisper you share near his ear, “You’re charitable…humble…decisive…funny…so loving…”
He sighs more openly, happily, “Mmm…”
“You’re so romantic…your dick is—”
His laugh interrupts you, lifting his head off your shoulder—he needs to focus. “Okay, there, pup.”
As he sits up, your left hand still on his chest comes up higher, your right still on his neck. Letting both of your hands glide to his shoulders, you lightly massage his traps, “Your tongue feels amazing…so do your hands…” He groans at your touch—at your words, “Don’t even get me started on—”
He interrupts again, his voice low, “Okay—I don’t know how this h-helping me finish my work at this point…”
You hum, continuing to massage, “You asked for my affirmations…I’m just giving them to you…” Running your hands off his traps and down to the sides of his shoulders, you squeeze, leaning your face back in toward his neck, “You feel absolutely amazing inside me, your cock is perfect…”
His hands slide off his desk and onto his lap, leaning back into you again, his voice a quiet groan, “Mmm, yeah?”
“Mmhm…oh, yeah.” You place a soft kiss against his neck, smiling when you feel goosebumps raise on his skin, “I wish it was in me now, actually, in the back of stretch.”
He twitches in his seat, sinking deeper into the chair, his legs kicking out slightly underneath his desk, “Mmmph…fuck—that sounds nice…”
“Mhm…doesn’t it?” You part your lips, sucking briefly on a particular spot on his neck you know he loves, “I love it when you can’t keep your hands off me on the way home…”
You let yourself more fervently attack his neck with your mouth, your teeth biting into his skin, “D-definitely not helping me—nngh—focus on work…”
“Mmmph…” You continue to sink into his neck. He tastes so good…smells so good… Breaking away from his neck with a small gasp, you speak suddenly into his skin, “I want you in my mouth…”
He moans, the feeling of your mouth even if gone, still lingering. He’s now left to picture your mouth doing something else. “Y-you—”
You bite his neck softly before speaking into his skin again, “Shh, it’ll help—”
He interrupts, groaning, “With w-what exactly?”
“Oh, definitely not your work, but—mmm—” You slip your right hand down his torso and along his abs—that you can feel even through a jacket and dress shirt—eventually landing at the edge of his hard cock that’s straining in his slacks.
“It’ll help this go away—” you palm his length, rubbing him slowly with your hand, “and…” your lips find his neck again for a soft, slow kiss, “it’ll help quell my need for your cock inside me just a little longer, hm?” He finally lets out loud moan, craning his neck slightly in the opposite direction of your mouth to allow your lips more access to his skin, “Let you get back to work, hm?”
Groaning expressly now, you smile as you watch his chest rise and fall quickly, “Mmm, you make such tempting offers, pup.”
Your lips touch the edge of his ear, “I know, right? Mmm—look at this—” With the space given to you at the behest of the material of his slacks, you grab his length, “From just a few compliments, huh?” Letting the palm of your hand rub against him again, “Be a good boy and relax for me, okay?” He starts to tilt his hips up in his chair, “I love watching you pant and struggle when I touch your cock—nngh—so sexy…”
“Mmhm—s-shit…”
“Do me a favor an unbutton your pants for me, hm? S’hard to reach…”
He does just as you ask, and quick, too. As soon as you can see him, you let out a gasp—it doesn’t matter how many times you see his cock. Eagerly, having to press against his back with your body to reach, you let your hand wrap just under the head of his cock. “I’m so fucking wet from just talking about it let alone doing it—I’m soaked now…” With a gentle but intentional grasp, you let your hand fall closer to the base before making it back up to the same spot, deliberately not touching the head of his cock.
His voice shakes, “B-baby—m-my god…”
“Mmhm, look—look how pretty you are in my hand, handsome. So big too, mmm—fuck—”
Gasping, he does what you say and watches, “H-holy shit…your hand…”
“Good boy, that’s it…just relax—you work so hard, baby.” You kiss his neck again and he groans, “I’ll make it all better, hm?”
“Mmhm—nngh—oh m-my god—”
Releasing him from your hand, he groans at the loss, “Do me another favor, handsome, lick my hand for me, hm?” As soon as you ask, he lets out a moan that sounds more like a whimper when you hold your hand in front of his face. Again, doing just as you ask, he licks a flat stripe up the center of your palm. “Such a good boy for me, aren’t you? Thank you, baby.” He moans again before you can even touch him.
Returning to him, you let your hand grip the center of his length, slow in how you move up toward his tip, your palm gently grazing over the sides of the head of his cock before smoothing back down toward the base. “Fuck me—b-baby—I—”
“Shh, you said you’re tired. Just relax, yeah?” He nods, trying to fight small whimpers and groans as you work him in your hand, intentionally letting the edge of your touch reach just under his tip without actually going over it again.
Suddenly, you let him go again and he groans louder this time, “Turn around, handsome.” You step back from his chair, and without missing a beat, he’s pushing away from the desk with his hands and using his feet to spin his office chair around to face you. “Good boy, such a good listener.” Finally getting a good look at his face, he’s completely flushed, a cute red hue cresting over his cheeks and ears. Offering him a coy smile, you sink down onto your knees, using your hands on his own for support.
“S’pretty, my fucking god—can barely stand to look at you, pup.” He sinks forward in his seat, allowing his hips and thighs to come forward as you take up the space between his spread legs.
Slowly—delicately—you let your hand wrap around the base, bringing your tongue to barely graze the underside of his tip. “Mmm—l love your cock—just look at it…”
Unbuttoning the jacket of his suit to allow himself more room to breathe, “F-fuck…b-baby—”
Eager, you let your tongue run a slow, long striped lick from base to tip, “Mmm…” You scoot in and hover your mouth over him, letting a thin strand of saliva from your watering mouth spill over the head of his cock.
His hands quickly wrap around the armrests of his chair, “Oh my god—”
“Mmhm—such a good boy for me.” With your fingers coiled in the shape of him, you push from his tip down, applying the gentlest squeeze as you work your way back down to his base.
His chest heaving, his cock now slick with your spit, “P-please…”
After offering several strokes of your hand, you tilt forward and kiss just underneath his tip, your tongue poking out to tease him, “Mm, please what, handsome?”
He speaks through a broken pant, “Please p-put m-me in your mouth—nngh—”
“Mmm, hold my hair for me.” With his thighs trembling, he leans forward, affectionately running his hands over and through your hair to collect it all into a loose ponytail. Holding your hair in one hand, he relaxes back into his chair. “Thank you, baby.” After letting your tongue repeatedly glide over his frenulum until he’s gasping and bucking his hips, “Mmm, all you had to do was ask, handsome.”
Slowly, you let your lips wrap around his tip, your tongue amply wetting the underside of his length as you push down carefully. Your eyes flutter at the taste of him and he instantly moans before you can truly get anywhere.
Humming against him, you take more, careful to let your tongue make short movements as your lips drag against his length while staring up at him. “Your e-eyes, f-fuck—stop looking at m-me like that—nngh!”
“Mmhmm…” Your less than subtle vocalization sends his hips forward, the pressure of him going deeper and stretching your mouth around him instantly sending a throb through your cunt. Moaning at the pressure of him, his hand tightens its grasp around your hair.
“S’pretty—love stretching your mouth open, doll.” You moan against him, obsessed with the feeling, your eyes growing dewy at the stretch. With impatience to have him cum down your throat, you grip his base in your hand as you move your mouth forward and back along his length, deliberate in the pressure from your tongue.
You’ve never been able to take the whole of him in your mouth, it most likely—and more so quite literally—impossible, but it was always fun to try. Past moving forward and back eagerly, you sink into him, his tip wedging into the soft palate at the back of your throat. “Ah—careful, pup. Don’t hurt yourself—slow d-down—” you lightly shake your head, both to simulate his tip squeezed into the entrance of your throat and to try and get just a little bit more of him into your throat, “nngh, f-fuck!”
After hearing a small gag, he pulls you back using your hair until your mouth pops off him with a gasp. When you whine, he gives you a knowing look, his chest heaving dramatically. He’s always worried about hurting you. Giving him a look with your eyes that says “Fine,” you take his tip in your mouth again, letting your hand do a lot of the other work as it meets your mouth at a consistent pace until he’s moaning again—the feeling of your lips wrapped around him, sucking while applying a gentle teasing pressure with your tongue, and your hand stroking him too much.
Staring up at him, you slow the stroke of your hand as you let your tongue rest needily against the underside of his tip before swiping back and forth. “Are you gonna give me your cum, handsome?”
Moaning while his hand tightens his grasp on your hair again, “M-mhmm…yes—f-fuck…s’good—”
Working your hand a bit faster again, you let your tongue return to teasing the head of his cock. “Good boy, that’s it.” When his head tilts back and he looks away from you, “Uh-uh, handsome. Look at me when I make you cum.” With his free hand not holding your hair, his knuckles go white against the arm of his chair and he nods helplessly, swallowing harshly after a whimper breaks past his lips. Offering the flat of your tongue to him and between gentle taps of the head of his cock against your tongue supported by your hand, “Mhm…right…here…”
As his gaze is wholly fixated on your inviting mouth, his brows knit deeply, “Oh—h-holy shit—m’gonna—” before he can finish his warning, his first rope of cum—hot and delicious—shoots neatly across your tongue, and as soon as it does, you’re wrapping your lips back around him and taking as much of him as you can, loving the feeling of his twitching cock in your mouth. “Nngh—f-fuck—pup—!”
With your eyes practically rolling back, you push until you can’t anymore, “Mmmph—” You relish in the subsequent spurts of his cum that glide easily down the back of your throat.
Letting go of your hair, both of his hands come around the sides of your head, trying to control the buck of his hips forward while also trying to stop you from pushing beyond your limit, helpless moans falling with each twitch and rope of cum he offers your mouth. “M-my god—baby—y-you—” You ignore him, swallowing all that you’re given.
After you’re sure he’s finished completely, you let your mouth pop off his length with a gasp and a bit of spit pooling at the corners of your mouth, “Oh my god, you taste so fucking perfect.” Still holding him and stroking gently, you let your tongue tease the underside of his tip again, daring and desiring to push him to his wits end.
His thighs twitch, “H-hey!”
You grin, “What?” You lick slower.
“S-stop it, y-you—nngh—”
“I can’t help myself, s’good—let me finish cleaning you off, make sure there’s nothing left—” You let your tongue return to his base, licking to his tip again.
“You definitely—nngh—pup—!” He wants to flick you, remind you that you absolutely got him for all he’s worth, but he doesn’t—a part of him very much enjoying the fun of overstimulation you long to cause him.
You moan, but finally stop licking him, “S’fun though…playing with you…”
Completely breathless, “God, you’re a m-menace…”
You smile, kissing under his tip again, “Just for you, handsome.”
He leans down and into you when you finally take your hand off him. Letting go of your hair and gripping your face with both of his hands instead, he lets out a low growl but still smiles, his eyes flicking between your lips and eyes. “S’fucking naughty, pup. Mmm, I love you.”
“I love—” He doesn’t let you finish, crashing his lips onto yours instead. You fight a smile, accepting the passion behind his kiss as he exhales deeply from his nose. You release a light moan into his mouth as he pushes his tongue into your mouth and against yours. Still holding your face, he breaks away, groaning before he pecks your nose with his lips. “I love you, handsome.”
“Mmm—I’m gonna bite you.”
“W-what!?” You giggle, trying to pull your face away but he holds you in place, bringing his lips to your cheek for a short kiss before he softly nips your skin. “Y-you—!”
Watching you carefully while he sits back, he tucks his cock back into his slacks. Without another word, he stands up from his chair and is quick to hook both of his hands underneath your armpits, yanking you off the ground and into his body. “B-babe—!”
He chuckles, bending down and wrapping his arms around your thighs and under your ass, promptly—and easily—throwing you over his shoulder. You release a sharp giggle, “H-hey, what are y-you—”
Fighting a smile, he keeps his tone as serious as he can, “You’re coming with me.”
Giggling with your head hanging past and behind him near his back, “And where may I ask, you gentle brute?”
His voice actually becomes serious, carrying a slight grit, “The stretch. So I can fuck you in the back, like you want—like I want.”
“Nngh—mmm—w-what about work?”
“Fuck work. Can wait until tomorrow.”
You watch the floor as you dangle and notice his consistent pace straight for the exit. “My affirmations didn’t work, then.”
“Oh, they worked all right.” He offers a light spank to your ass that’s over his shoulder, causing you to giggle and gasp.
Hitting the button of the elevator in his office, he keeps you over his shoulder until you’re both standing in the small space and the doors close. Carefully, he sets you down back onto your feet.
Wasting no time, he grips both of your wrists, lifting your arms up and pressing them—and you—against the side wall of the elevator. His height, his presence, his demeanor, his warmth—everything about him is intimidating and domineering, but what really makes you break is that you know the sweet man beneath all of that.
Peering down at you caught between him and the wall, “You got really hot for me really fast, hm?” He smirks, “Was it the suit?”
“Mmm—nngh—it d-definitely contributed…”
“Good, I’ll leave it on when I fuck you in about—” he glances over his shoulder toward the descending number displaying within the elevator, making a quick calculation for how long it’ll be until you’re both actually in the car, “four minutes.”
“F-fuck—” you whine, trying to arch into him under his grasp, “how about…right here, in the elevator, hm?”
“I thought you wanted it in the back of the stretch?” He overlaps your wrists so he can hold them up in just his left hand, providing an easier ability to lean down and into you, his face moving past yours until his lips are right next to your ear, whispering, “Don’t tell me you changed your mind, pretty girl.”
“Who said I d-did? A girl can’t have two wants, hm?”
“Fuckin’ hell…you’re trying to drain me, huh?”
“Always—” his teeth sink into your neck, “nngh—ah!”
“Whatever my princess wants…” He pulls his face from your neck, his face in front of yours, a cunning look in his eyes as you’re panting. Keeping you—and your arms—in place, he’s tall enough to lean away slightly and knock his right fist into the emergency stop button in the elevator.
Returning to you, his body pressing back into yours, his lips inching closer and closer, “She gets.”
From the look in his eyes, a chill of anticipatory nerves shoots up your spine, a small laugh escaping into the confined space you’re both now stuck in, “W-wait—Val—”
He shakes his head lightly, “Mm-mm, my turn—mmmph…” His lips land on yours in a way that leaves you breathless. You whine when he pulls away, “Maybe I really should wear this more often, hm?” You shake your head at him, panting. “Oh, no? And why is that, baby?”
He pulls your arms up just a little higher, the stretch causing your back to arch as your chest presses beneath his, “Nngh—”
He doesn’t need your confirmation and easily puts two and two together himself. “Oh, I see.” He kisses the corner of your mouth, “You like it’s rarity. Like a special treat, hm?”
You smile, small pants and another light laugh escaping, “Mmhm…”
“Mmm…” His lips trail kisses along your jaw, “Good to know.” With his right hand, his fingertips dig into your hip, his torso giving you some space as he nuzzles into your neck, his lips soft and slow. “You know, I like what you wear when you join me here, too.” Trapped beneath his grasp, you moan to the feeling of his lips on your neck—his teeth grazing your skin. “Little Miss Hunter in a pencil skirt and blouse, go figure.”
“Oh, y-yeah?”
“Very much so, pup. You’re sexy in everything—” His lips get closer to your ear, “You’re especially sexy in absolutely nothing, that’s my favorite,” pressing his parted lips back into your neck, “but—” you gasp when you feel his tongue run a short distance over your skin, “I do like this studious, corporate look on you, too, can’t lie.”
Wiggling against his grasp, wanting to touch him, “Is that s-so, handsome?”
“Mhm, I don’t know,” he laughs quietly into your skin, “you look like you might hit me with a ruler or something—”
“W-what!?” As he pulls his face out from your neck, you both laugh. You quirk your brow at him, “Is someone looking to get punished, hm?”
“Maybe…” His right hand on your hip comes up to gently grip your chin, “Do I get to punish you back?”
Letting your eyes flick down to his lips, “Dressed like you are now, most definitely.”
He gets a bit closer, leaving an intentional space between your lips, “Oh, yeah?”
You provide a short, slow nod, tilting your head off the wall as much as you’re able to get closer to his lips, “Mhm…bend me over your lap…spank me red…”
With his lips practically touching yours but still not offering a kiss, “Mmm—maybe we should go to the stretch…”
You lean your head back against the wall, tilting your hips forward toward him, “I mean—I would love to get bent over your thighs, but—there’s also a perfectly good elevator wall I could lean against that’s much closer…”
His index finger and thumb tighten their grasp on your chin, “Mm, that’s very true, pup.” Staring down at your lips before meeting your eyes again, “That little spank on your mind, hm?”
You bite your bottom lip, “Nngh—y-yes…”
“You’re s’naughty—I really shouldn’t take you to work...just trying to find an excuse to suck my cock, huh? Distract me?”
“N-no—”
“Don’t lie, baby.” He gives you a short, quick kiss, one that leaves you whining and wanting more. “I think you’ve been lying in wait each time I’ve brought you, trying to find a good time to get on your knees, hm?”
You try to get closer to his lips again but he doesn’t let you, “M-maybe…”
“Fuck—I’m weak, I lied.” You let out a breathy laugh at his inability to stand firm. He responds with a short chuckle before his voice calms and becomes more serious, “I’ll keep bringing you…maybe make you stay under my desk. Would you like that?”
The thought of being trapped under his desk with nowhere else to go makes your knees buckle, “Oh—mmhm—y-yes—”
A smirk plays on his lips, “Thought so.” Bringing his lips back to yours, he’s deliberate with the pace he sets in deepening the kiss, teasing you and testing your patience.
Suddenly breaking away, his voice becomes a growl, “Fuck, I can smell how wet you are.” He’s hurriedly pressing his lips against yours, eliciting a moan that breaks into the air when he pulls away, “God, I wanna taste you so bad right now but—I think you want something else, hm?” You nod desperately, “Mm—ngh—fine.” He’s always happy to give you whatever you want, but it’d be a lie to deny that fighting against his need to taste you was immensely challenging…
“Later, you’ll let me taste you, yeah? Mmm—sit on my face, maybe?” Despite the loud moan occurring to the thought, you smile and nod, “Good—you’re not allowed to forget, okay?”
“Mhm—I w-won’t—nngh—”
Leaning down, his right hand lands above your knee and his fingers grip the hem of your skirt, yanking it up considerably, its tight structure clinging to the back of your ass and thighs as he uses his hand to drag the front of the material up, and up. He’s tall enough that his left hand clamped around your wrists never has to move.
Letting his hand slip between your thighs, his middle and ring finger press against your slit, quick to feel the wetness that easily seeped through the material of your panties while you sucked his cock, “Gosh, pup. Is this just from having my cock in your mouth?”
You nod desperately, “Nngh—y-yes…”
“That’s s’fucking hot, my god.” His fingers find your clit, offering a slow and slight circular motion over the cotton, “You weren’t lying, hm? You love my cock, huh?”
“S-so much—f-fuck—”
He can’t help but smile, enjoying the look of desperation on your face that’s typically to be found on his own, “I should choke you with it more often, then.”
“Yes p-please, oh my god—”
He lets his lips brush teasingly against yours, whispering, “I like when you’re a bit of mess, slobbering on me—trying to take as much as you can—it was s’fucking hot.”
“Mmhm—nngh—”
“Mmm…you’re so fucking cute, why didn’t you tell me about this little fantasy, hm?” He slows the drag of his fingers, “You want the Chairman to take you into his elevator after abusing your mouth to spank you then fuck you silly, hm?”
“Val—h-holy shit—”
“Mm-mm, no backing out now, pup. Not when I’ve got you right where I want you…” Pushing underneath the top hem of your panties, “Why don’t you…beg a little, hm?”
“P-please—” A sudden gasp interrupts your sentence when his fingers spread your slit.
He tsks, “Awh, pup, you can do better than that. Much better. Come on, now, let me hear it.” He lets his fingers collect a considerable amount of wetness from your entrance before gliding back up to land on your clit.
“Val—nngh—”
“That’s Chairman to you, missy.” A loud moan rips from your chest and you’re sure if he wasn’t holding you up, you would’ve—without a doubt—collapsed onto the floor on the elevator.
“Fucking—oh my god—V-Val—”
He tsks at you again, his voice more commanding after the initial sound, “Ah, ah. What did I just say?”
“Mmm—nngh—Chairman will you—f-fuck—p-put your hands on me, p-please?”
He smiles, his lips teasing the edge of your jaw while the tip of his middle finger teases your clit, “Cute, good start, pup. Keep going.”
“Mmph—y-you—”
“Go on, you can do it, baby.”
“Fuck! Nngh—I w-want you to spank me—spank me p-please. I wanna feel your hands all over me—”
“Good girl.”
“I-I can’t—p-please—I n-need you to spank me—” His voice is a quiet hum, a groan slipping out of his mouth while he teases your clit, waiting for more. “Fuck—Chairman p-please—I w-want you to spank m-me s’fucking badly—’til I’m crying— I-I—”
Suddenly, his hand slips out from your panties and you release a sharp whine, “Mmm…turn around, let me hear a little more, yeah?” Shakily, with the little room that’s available between him and the wall, you turn the small circle to face the wall. “That’s it…put your hands on the wall for me.”
For some reason, the lack of an affectionate pet phrase he uses with you nearly every other sentence being missing from the last two sends a throb deep inside your cunt. He was playing into the fantasy and doing so exceptionally well.
Moaning, you do as he says, your palms flat against the cool metal near your shoulders, your elbows down and bent. “Val—”
“Ah…” His hands land on your hips, dragging you back while pressing his hips forward against your ass—his cock already painfully hard again and easily felt through both his slacks and your skirt.
Your voice is a shudder against the wall, “S-shit—C-Chairman—are you gonna spank m-me, hm?”
“Mmm…eventually…” Each time he drives his hips forward, he’s tugging you back slightly, causing you to slip further and further down and against the wall until you’re properly bent over in front of him.
“P-please—I need it—I need it s-so fucking bad—”
His voice is stern, “I can see that.”
“I’m s-sorry for distracting y-you—I c-can’t help myself—nngh—”
“So cute…” He easily slips back into his loving self hearing you apologize, but a slight edge still remains in his voice, “It’s okay, baby, I know you can’t.”
“Mhm—you’re too sexy—nngh—”
He lets his hands slip up and away from your hips, smoothing them over your back, “Mmhm…”
“P-please when you are gonna—”
Playing back into it, “Shh, have some patience, missy.” His hands glide back down to your hips.
Your legs shake, “F-fuck—mmmph…”
“S’naughty…I wish you told me this sooner, pup. Look at you—” he groans, his fingertips sinking into the fabric of your skirt on your hips, “wiggling your cute ass against me…you really want a good spanking, hm?”
“Y-yes, yes! Please—oh m-my god—”
His chuckle his low, his fingertips still teasing you and not reacting the way you want them to. “So impatient, pup. Isn’t that part of this little dynamic, I have the power, no?”
“Y-yes, you d-do…”
“Then be a good girl for me, yeah? I don’t wanna have to punish you worse than I’m already going to.” His hips drive forward again, his hard cock grinding into you, “Well…maybe that’s what you want.”
“Mmhm—f-fuck yes—h-holy shit I’m—” In quick succession, his hips pull off you and his left hand comes down on your ass, hard. “Mmm—! Oh m-my god—”
“S’cute…” You’re already trembling against the wall from a single smack, wanting infinitely more then what you just received.
Desiring to see what kind of reaction you can elicit, “Chairman—nngh—I k-know you can do b-better than that, hm?”
“Oh, is that right? Not hard enough for my princess, huh?”
“Mm-mm—” He lets his left hand grope you over your skirt.
“Gotta work up to that, pup. Don’t you worry…” His hand comes down again on the same cheek, harder but intentionally so not as hard as you’re asking for. “We’ll get there.”
“Nngh—mhm—y-yes please…”
“So needy for a good spanking, aren’t you?” Before you can mumble an agreement, his hand comes down again on your right cheek this time, the hardest yet.
“Ah—! Mmmph—” Panting and growing in satisfaction, you let the side of your face press against the wall.
“I haven’t even taken your skirt off yet, pup. Be patient.” He lets his fingers graze over the spot he just spanked, a little push into your flesh through the fabric from his fingertips driving a whine out from you. “Good girl.”
“Va—Chairman—p-please—more—I w-want—” His hand cocks back further, coming back down much, much, harder against you. “Mmph!” You let yourself moan loudly against the wall. “H-holy shit—mhm—j-just like that…”
He chuckles, his fingers delicately finding the small zipper on the back of your skirt. He pulls it down agonizingly slowly—so slow that you start whining. “Shush, you.”
“Nngh—!”
Once the zipper is at its end, both of his hands grip the material by your hips and he pulls your skirt down with a sharp tug, causing you to gasp. Once your skin is bare, he groans, letting go of your skirt and letting it drop—and stay—pooled around your ankles. “Mmm—s’fucking pretty…I know I said you completely naked is my favorite, and it is,” his fingers slip underneath the edge of your thong and he pulls the material outward, “but...this thong is fucking sexy…” when he finishes speaking, he lets go and it snaps against your skin.
“M-my god…” He lets both of his hands run down your skin, offering a grope and squeeze to both sides of your ass.
“Such a good girl, staying in place for me.”
“Mmhm…” Letting his fingers rest on and tease your skin, you don’t know when he may come down next. “P-please…”
“Please what, pup?”
“Spank m-me—nngh—fuckin’ please—I need—” Changing the angle of his body, he switches from using his left hand and his right comes down hard against your skin. “Y-yes—oh my god—yes—!” It was harder with his dominant hand, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the elevator.
Releasing a light growl, his hand comes down in the same spot quick—twice in a row. You let out a needy shriek as a result. Afterward, he smooths his large, warm palm over the spot turning a light pink. “I think you’re enjoying this a little too much, pup...you like being a bad girl, hm?”
Even without an active spank, you can’t stop moaning, “Mmhm—y-yes—”
His voice carries an edge while he gropes you again, “I bet you want my cock inside you right now—me to spank you during, huh?”
“Mmhm—oh my god—yes p-please—nngh—!”
“Let the Chairman spank you a little more then I’ll give you what you want, okay?”
***
Finally out of the high-rise and exiting from the first floor, once you’re both out the large glass double doors, he’s scooping you up bridal style and heading directly for the stretch. When he scoops you up, you giggle, happy to be in his arms, “Thank you, handsome.”
He smiles at you warmly, “Shouldn’t have to walk after all that, princess.”
You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek, grinning at him, “You’re a very generous Chairman, you know that?”
“Mmm, you can tell me more about how generous I am in the stretch, yeah, baby?”
Description: Valko bench pressing… Sitting on Valko while he bench presses… Sitting on Valko’s face while on the bench… Riding Valko while on the bench… (BENCH PRESS ME DADDY!!!)
WC: 4.4k
I’ll get back to writing for the other LIs (eventually) I swear, lol. Anyway…this is inspired by both @/mwphisto’s post about Valko loving post-workout pussy and my obsession since his first teaser of the thought of him bench pressing. Enjoy!
Btw in this he’s repping 225lbs LIGHT WORK as a WARM-UP ok ok like…SO easy for him. 315lbs would be closer to an actual work out lmao. 405lbs when he’s feeling spicy for a handful of reps. For my non-gym / non-freedom units folks, 225lbs is two 45lbs plates on either side of the bar (4 total = 180lbs) and a standard bar is 45lbs which all = 225lbs! (~102kg) For context, 225lbs is like the impressive and coveted goal in the gym for bench. 225, 315 (~142kg), & 405 (~183kg) are the tiers of godhood for the chest/bench gym bros, lol. My man can hit ‘em all with ease!!!!! Scooping you up and tossing you around is LIGHT WORK!!!!!
I FEEL IT IN MY BONES Y’ALL IDGAF, HE’S COMIN’ BACK!!!!! HOPIUM!!!!!
Valko’s voice is laced with amusement and cuts into the silence, “Like what you see, doll?”
Standing off to the side, lazily stretching after completing your workout, you blink rapidly at the question, “W-what?”
“You’ve been watching me for a whole five minutes.” He chuckles lightly, pushing the barbell back up with ease, the plates on either side making a small clank with each push.
You scoff, “It has not been five minutes...”
He smirks as the bar comes back down to meet his chest, “Six, actually.” Unable to help yourself, you listen closely to the sound of his exhale when he pushes up again, “I was just giving you the benefit of the doubt, baby.”
You finally give into a laugh, rolling your eyes at him, “Oh, shush you.”
He continues to tease you, “Mmm…how many sets do you have left of watching me?”
You step closer, pointing an accusatory finger at him, “S-shut up!”
“Can I work in?” He laughs again before his voice develops a slightly suggestive tinge, “When’s it my turn to watch you, hm?”
“You’re— Shush, you!” Still watching him carefully, he raises his legs, his knees casually in the air and engaged with his core, forcing his chest, shoulders, and triceps to do all of the work. “Pfft…you’re such a show off.” Despite your tone, your eyes drift, fixating on his taut hamstrings before back up toward his arms.
He grins, his breathing and movements still completely controlled. “You like it. Besides, I’m just helping you complete your set of something fun to watch.”
“Ugh…” You fight not to bite your bottom lip; he looks so unbelievably good...
“Still watching…” He extends his words, taunting you with his mocking tone.
“Val! Would you just—focus, over there, hm?” No matter what you say, you can’t peel your eyes off of him.
“How can I? You’re distracting me by keeping your eyes fixed on me.”
You offer a “Hmph,” and start to turn around. “Fine, I won’t look.”
“Woah, woah, woah. Slow down, there.” He chuckles, “That’s not what I meant.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to distract you, show off. You might hurt yourself.” You try to maintain a smug tone, not wanting to give in—just yet. In the end, it’s a futile and losing battle...
“Me? Pfft, never.” You let your eyes focus on him again when you hear the barbell rack with a loud clank. He sits up and speaks with a warm, coaxing voice, “C’mere.” As if possessed and driven to be close to him, you don’t hesitate to make your way over to him. “I was watching you earlier, you know.”
“Oh, yeah?” You fold your arms over your chest and raise your brows, “And what was I doing?”
He smiles, running a hand through his hair, “Facing away from the mirror…doing RDLs…”
Slowly, you crawl onto the end of the bench and straddle it, “Hmm, did you enjoy the view?”
“Mmhm, oh yeah.” He nods in tandem with his words, letting the faintest hint of a laugh sound from his nose with a small huff.
You scoot closer toward him on the bench, your knees touching his, “I wasn’t…distracting you?”
He reaches out to stroke your cheek with his thumb, giving you a warm smile, “Mmm, you know me, I’m very good at multi-tasking.”
“Hmm, debatable…” You shrug nonchalantly, trying to fight the smile working its way onto your own lips.
Pretending to be offended, he scoffs, “How rude, babe!” He pinches your cheek softly before pulling his hand back.
You smile at him before your voice becomes a coo, “Just kidding…”
“No, you’re not—” He sounds determined to prove you wrong.
“Hey!” With you giggling, he’s pulling you up into his lap by your waist, your legs dangling past his thighs and hips on either side of the bench. “Yes, I am!” Keeping you close with his arms around your waist, he moves in to nuzzle his face into your neck. “H-hey, I’m sweaty!”
“Mmm…don’t care—” Suddenly and without warning, his tongue runs up the length of the side of your neck, flat and slow, careful to taste the salty dew present on your skin.
“You know what distracts me just as much as how you look…it’s how good you smell right now…” he releases a groan against your skin, “s’fucking good…”
“Val—” You gasp at the feeling of his teeth lightly sinking into your jaw after his way up your neck, holding the bone between his sharp canines with ample restraint. “Mmph—nngh—”
He lets go, placing soft kisses along your jaw in between his words, “All hot…flushed…sweaty…fuck—you invade my senses.” His hands firmly grip your waist, “Maybe you really did distract me…”
“Fine,” you push hard against his chest with both of your palms until his back is flat against the bench again, “you should…continue your workout, then.” Applying a bit of pressure with your hips, you let yourself create a small drag against his body. “You did say you were good at multi-tasking, yeah?”
His voice noticeably drops as he holds in another groan, “Mmm…I did say that, unfortunately...” He scans you carefully, starting with your hands on his chest before his eyes land on your frame...on your hips...
You quirk a brow at him, “So...go on, then.”
He offers a short laugh, “Fine.” Suddenly, he’s holding onto the tops of your thighs with his hands and lifting the both of you up and back on the bench, causing you to shudder at the ease and weightlessness he creates when lifting with you on top of him so easily. He scoots back with you on him until he’s properly centered closer to the weight rack again, “I’ll give you the best seat in the house.”
You scoff playfully, folding your arms across your chest again as his hands wrap back around the bar a shoulder’s width apart. You watch the way he braces the space between his forefinger and thumb against the bar with both hands before wrapping his fingers around it, making two tight fists around the metal.
During each press—each rep—you watch his chest expand, his body in complete control. He’s not looking at you, but there’s a small smile playing on his lips anyway. Whenever the barbell descends, he inhales through his nose, and when he ascends the same bar with ease, he pushes out a smooth but firm exhale through his mouth. You note to yourself that his form is quite literally perfect—even with you sat on top of him.
With his feet planted firmly on the ground beside the bench, his glutes and core engaged, you feel the pressure from his groin press up into you as he works—the sensation instinctively causing you to twitch and uncross your arms.
“This is the best seat in the house…” Your voice is quiet as you let your fingers skim across his abs concealed by a pesky compression shirt, carefully feeling them contract with each movement.
“Mhm, I told you.” He inhales through his nose as the bar lowers to his chest, “Next time,” the bar goes up again with his deep exhale, “I should press you instead.”
“Mmm…I think you’d like that more than me.”
“Maybe…” He glances at you before back up at the bar, his head not moving from its rest on the bench. “But…I could get my hands all over you…” the bar descends again, “squeeze you nice and tight…” before back up. “You’d like it, no?”
“Mmhm…” You’re honestly not sure what the last thing he said was, let alone whatever you said before that.
You dig your nails lightly into his abs through the material of his shirt, your hips driving down in the process. “Ah, hey—careful, pup. You don’t want me to drop this on myself, do you?”
Your voice is breathy but honest, “You won’t.” You simply watch the flex of his pecs, shoulders, biceps, forearms, abs… While a designated chest exercise, each muscle moves and thus then fills with blood, causing a noticeable pump to arise within every muscle by the second. If he wasn't already completely filling out his shirt...he sure as hell was now.
As you watch, your eyes single out various veins. The large, singular one that runs along the peak of each of his biceps…the various smaller ones running down the length of his forearms and onto his hands…the one running down the side of his neck…
Your voice becomes a whisper, “You’re s’fucking hot…” Your hands then flatten over his abs, careful not to push down, but rather, feel him. Compelled to speak from a place of total honesty, “I wish your cock was in me right now…”
On the latest push up on the bar, it held up directly over his chest, he stops—holding it there longer than usual. His eyes widen slightly before relaxing back into a focused gaze, a small smile appearing on his lips. “Mmm…” the bar goes back down again, “is that right?”
Your throat is swollen and you swallow harshly, looking for relief but not finding it, “Mmhm…”
He lets out a short, smug laugh...but you feel his lower half twitch against the pressure you’re creating with your body. He pushes the bar up again, “While I’m doing this? Or…”
“Either.” You answer honestly, tipping your hips forward until your hands riskily get closer to the bar that’s intermittently meeting his chest, again and again.
“Didn’t you tell me to finish my workout?” Despite his question, you feel his hardening cock start to press up and into your angled ass that’s resting in his lap.
“I did say that…didn’t I?” Your eyes are wholly fixated on his chest.
His voice becomes equally as quiet as yours, “Mhm, you did…”
Running your hands back down over his torso, you let your fingertips trace each dip and divot of his abs, “I don’t think either of us did any…cardio…today…”
“Mmm, then what would you call this morning, beautiful?” His voice remains low as he tries to stay focused, “Don’t tell me you forgot...”
You bite your bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood—picturing it...remembering it. Your fingers move to trace the prominent V-lines that trail lower and lower, somewhere you can’t currently reach... “More wouldn’t hurt…would it?”
He exhales harshly as the bar goes up again, “Definitely not…” His following inhale is shaky as he lowers the bar to his chest.
Seeking the next opportunity of the bar going up and away from his chest, you reach forward and allow the tips of each of your middle fingers to graze his nipples, drawing a short half-circle around them before grazing over them completely.
“H-hey!” You smirk at the quick and apparent hardening visible under his tight shirt.
“What?” You can’t help but grind your hips a little more intentionally against his lap, “Isn’t this seat like the splash zone? It’s an…interactive experience.”
“M-mhm, sure…” Despite still working the bar at a consistent and controlled pace, his breathing becomes mismatched—more shallow.
After your taunt on his chest, you let your hands glide down to his obliques to make room for the bar before it can come down again. During the following rep, you let your hands slide down the sides of his torso until they land at the top of his hips just above your thighs.
As the loss of his focus builds and a silence occurs, you decide to tease him further, “What are you thinking about, babe?”
He laughs, finally racking the bar. He lifts his head to look at you with a heavy-lidded gaze, “Do I have to answer that question? You already know the answer.”
You squeeze his hips, “What if I want to hear it?” He sits up fully, snaking his arms around your waist, keeping you sat pretty in his lap.
“I’m thinking about…” his lips brush the bottom of your chin and a shudder of his own is followed by a deep inhale through his nose, “how all I can smell…” then, his lips touch your jugular directly before he speaks against your skin, “is how fucking wet you are from watching me.”
Your chest is already heaving. “You’re not going to…finish your workout, hm?”
You feel him smile against your skin, “Oh, I am.” Without another reservation, his lips are attacking your neck—a bit playful a first, a small laugh from him sounding against your skin. However, your subsequent series of giggles quickly fades and transforms into a series of moans upon feeling his tongue…his teeth…
“Fuck—I want to be inside you so badly.” You whine at the feeling of him biting your neck, a moan immediately following as he soothes the bite with his tongue. “You taste so fuckin’ good.”
“Everywhere…you taste amazing…you smell amazing...” Your hands paw at his broad back as you create a helpless rocking in his lap from your hips, desperate to feel more friction from the situation—from him.
He pulls his face away from your neck, his lips softly finding yours before deepening the kiss, his hands smoothing down and over your back. In the midst of a short moan from you, he breaks the kiss, “But…there’s something else I wanna do first…”
“M-mhm,” your lips brush against his, simply desperate to be kissing him instead, easily eliciting a groan from him, “w-what’s that?”
His hands abandon your back and waist, arriving on the tops of your thighs instead. Lacking restraint or the ability to wait any longer for an answer, you’re gripping his face with both hands, pulling him back into a needy kiss. His fingers delicately pull and stretch before firmly gripping the material of your leggings, releasing right after so that they snap back against your legs. Breaking away from your lips, “Take these off…right now.”
Staring into his eyes, with a hint of mischievousness, “Will you help me?”
“Mhm—” You’re immediately giggling again as he snatches your waist with both of his hands, easily lifting you up and off of his lap with the support of you shifting your legs around him and to the side. Delicately, he sets you down onto your feet beside the bench.
“C’mere.” Pulling you close by your hips but turning you around in the process, his teeth sink into the supple flesh of your ass through the material. “Fuck—” Immediately, his fingertips sink underneath the fabric at your hips, harshly tugging the tight material straight down until it reaches your knees.
There’s a quiet gasp from him when he instantly realizes you’re not wearing any panties. “Naughty pup, aren’t you? No wonder I could smell it so particularly…”
Thinking he may grope or bite you again, you’re somewhat surprised when he pulls you back down to sit at the end edge of the bench, your bare ass making contact with the leather. “You know…” he reaches down and grabs both of your ankles, swinging your legs up into his lap, “these are really fuckin’ sexy and all…but…” he grips the material at your knees, tugging until everything ends up stuck at your ankles, “they’re a pain in the ass to get off.”
You’re nodding, both of you laughing as he snaps them off your feet aggressively, the nylon stretching and making a loud snap when you’re finally free of them. You chuckle, “You seem to be doing just fine.”
“Mhm…” Still holding the leggings in his hands, he bundles the center of the material into one hand, pressing them against his nose and mouth, inhaling deeply while keeping his gaze fixed on you.
“Oh my god—hey!” You scramble to reach for them, laughing during your attempt.
“Mm-mm.” He shakes his head no and blocks your arms with his other hand, holding you back from him. “God, you smell s’fuckin’ good.” His voice is muffled by the fabric against his face.
“Val!” Still laughing and trying to snatch them away from him, a blush is tearing its way up your neck to your cheeks. “Y-you—”
Holding you back, he tosses them aside onto the ground beside the bench, still batting your arms away. Once they meet the floor, he’s snatching you by your waist again, easily picking you up and returning to you to your rightful place on his lap. His tone completely shifts to a more gravely and less playful one, “Fuck that—I want the real thing—”
Your shock and residual laughter readily becomes another moan as he’s crashing his lips onto yours, one of his hands around your waist and the other coming up to cradle the back of your head just beneath your ponytail. Breaking the kiss but staying close, you both smile before returning to a lustful kiss.
Without warning, his hand wraps your ponytail around his fist, a light tug causing your lips to break. “You’re gonna let me taste you, yeah?”
Your voice is a broken whine, incentivized by the hold he has on your hair, “Mmhm—nngh—”
“Good girl.” Releasing you completely, he lies back down on the bench and you reach your hands out toward his chest to steady yourself. “Uh-uh, stand up. Come here.”
With an eager glance being exchanged between your exposed cunt and your eyes, he reaches up to tap the bar. “C’mere, and hold onto this for me, okay?”
“Mhm—o-okay—” You can already feel yourself dripping for him.
As soon as you’re close enough, he snatches the backs of your thighs to draw you closer to him, “That’s it…a little more, pup.”
“Mmhm…” You wrap your hands around the bar, your feet spread out wide enough not to accommodate the width of the bench, but to accommodate the width of him that easily exceeds the relatively skinny bench.
“I’ve been wanting this so badly…you sat on my face like a pretty girl, hm?” His palms glide up the sides of your thighs before reaching around to grip each side of your ass, squeezing you hard, “Would you like that, beautiful?”
“Mmhm—ngh—I w-would…”
“Good.” Still squeezing your ass tight in his hands, he draws you even closer, he himself sinking a bit lower down the bench. “My god…look at you…”
One of his hands leaves your ass, running its way up your side, around your hip, and flattening over your stomach, “Fuck me…this is the perfect view…”
Wearing your own cropped compression long-sleeve, his hand continues up until it’s groping one of your breasts. You coil your fingers tighter around the bar, “Mm—ngh—Val…”
“Yes, baby?” You moan again as your response while his hand shifts to your other breast, squeezing a bit harder than before.
His hands return to the backs of your thighs, tugging just enough that your knees start involuntarily bending, “Go ahead, doll…take the best seat in the house…”
As you lower, he immediately cranes his neck upward to lick a flat, long stripe up and along the length of your slit. “Shit—nngh—!”
“Mmm—my god—you taste s’fucking perfect…” His fingertips sink into your thighs, his nose brushing against the hood of your clit as his tongue breaks past your slit and moves upward, happily collecting the taste of you on his tongue.
Offering a gentle lap against your clit, it’s not long that he breaks away to rest his head back down against the bench. Grabbing your hips suddenly, “Sit. Don’t hover.” He pulls you down hard, his mouth eager and willing to engulf the whole of your cunt pressed against him. “Mmhmm…” The vibration of his vocalization sends a shiver down your spine as a loud moan breaks past your lips.
His hands move up to your waist, holding you firmly in place with no room for escape. Whining at the feeling of the flat of his tongue barely moving against your clit, you grind yourself against his tongue.
He lifts you up hardly an inch so he can speak, his breath washing over you, “Holy fuck—yes. Keep doing that.” You whimper when he tugs you straight back down against his mouth. Offering his tongue to you, you do as he says, grinding your cunt against his mouth at a slow and steady pace, whining at each tug against your clit.
“Mmhm…” A groan reverberates deep from his throat, the sensation already having you close.
You notice your knuckles turning white against the bar, attempting to hold on as tight as you’re able when your legs start trembling. “M-my god—Val—your tongue…” His fingertips dig into your waist, not ready to let you go anywhere or for this to ever end.
You glance down and process his brows knitted together in personal pleasure, his eyes closed. As you stare at him trapped beneath you, you grind your hips forward and back just a bit faster. At the new found speed and the sound of a loud moan falling from your lips, his eyes flutter back open and lock with yours, completely dark and consumed with lust.
Pulling you up only an inch again, he speaks, “That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on my tongue ’til you cum.”
“Nngh—h-holy shit…I-I—”
“Mmhm…” Done letting you get any respite, he holds you in place, groaning and moaning against your skin, moving his tongue in the way he’s able as you rock against him.
“Fuck—! Oh m-my god—M’gonna—” With completely weak legs, trembling and quaking, he lifts you again as you start to cum so that he can wrap his lips around your clit and suck.
“Val—oh m-my—!” You’re practically shrieking, trying to wiggle in any direction, or at the very least, collapse down again, but he doesn’t let you. Not until your whines of sensitivity tell him you’re done.
With a strong tremble in tow, you finally fully stand back up. “That was…so…fucking…hot.” You’re laughing slightly, still holding onto the bar for support and in shock. “I need you to sit on my cock. Right now.”
You don’t even have the words to reply, a simple moan falling instead just at the thought of him inside you right now.
After a brief adjustment, you’re still standing with your legs on either side of him and bench, and he’s pushed his shorts and briefs off and down just enough to reveal himself. Holding his cock upright for you, you’re taking your time to relax your legs, gripping his chest with both hands. “I need— We’re doing that again later, okay? That was…fuck— Sit on me, please. Right now.”
“Mmhm…” With a whimper, you slowly take the head of his cock into your entrance, whining at the stretch.
Once he’s able to let go of himself, he uses both of his hands to steady your hips as you sink down onto him. “Yes, pup, that’s it—nngh—oh my god—”
Digging your nails into his still clothed chest, your legs continue to shake as you lower and take more of him, “Val—mmph—nngh!”
“Good job, baby—take your time.” Your hands flatten out over his chest, moaning loudly once your body fully meets his and he’s full up inside you. “Good girl…”
Panting heavily, your legs tremble violently before you can even lift yourself again. “Just relax, pretty girl. Let me help you.”
“Mhm…y-yeah…” With his hands firmly gripping onto your hips, you push onto your tippy toes repeatedly, taking him only with his support. “T-thank you…” Your legs are still a trembling mess from being made to cum standing, all of your muscles engaged not just from working out.
“Of course, doll—mmm—fuck—you feel so perfect…”
Consumed by the pleasure he provides, his tip brushing and pressing into your G-spot with each sink down onto him, you’re whimpering but push past the feeling of weakness in your legs, wanting more, and more—faster.
“Shit—y-you’re—”
“Mmhm…” Your nails sink back into his chest again, “You feel so amazing—m-my god—”
Starting to feel weak and completely spent, he can sense your limit before you can, sitting up quickly to embrace you in his arms. “Look at me, baby.” One of his hands comes up to grip your chin softly, gently tilting your gaze to meet his. “I’ve got you, yeah?”
“Mmhm…” A loud moan breaks from your throat at the change in angle while he wedges you further into his lap, your feet finally up and off the floor.
His voice is soft as his lips brush against your cheek, “Just like that, let me do it, mhm?”
“Y-yes, please.” His lips land on your neck softly before he bares his teeth into your skin. “Ooh—” You moan helplessly at the feeling of his hands slipping between your bodies, easily grasping your thighs and ass to move you up and down onto his cock. “F-fuck—nngh!”
“Go ahead, pretty girl. I want to feel you cum around me, don’t fight it.” Despite the confidence, his own voice begins to break at the feeling of you clenching around him.
You’re gasping, letting your body sink into him and become completely under his control—his command, “S’deep—nngh—”
He groans, his fingertips driving deeper into your flesh as he pulls you firmly down onto his cock, “Mmhm—s’nice, right?”
“S’fuckin’ g-good—d-don’t stop…” You rest your head into the crook of his neck, utterly dizzy and at the behest of his control, lifting you back up then down for each plunge, his hips tilting into you each time to add to the pressure.
Seconds after you’re moaning vehemently into his neck, he’s groaning—almost growling—to the feeling of your cunt squeezing his throbbing cock throughout your release, “F-fuck—babe—nngh—!” A choked gasp mixed with a groan rips from his throat, his arms holding you down in place and close to him. As he spills into you, several twitches from his cock make you tremble and shake further—harder, clenching helplessly around him.
Placing a few soft kisses against his neck—your body still trembling—you start to laugh quietly. It’s a breathless, quiet laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. “W-what?”
“That really was the best seat in the house...”
He chuckles and kisses the side of your head, smoothing a hand over your back, “Which? My face or my dick?”
“You—!” You purposefully sink your nails into his back, hard.
“Ah—hey!”
You raise your head from his neck and grip both sides of his face; you can’t help but smile at his adorable and loving gaze, “Both, you asshat.”
He laughs again, squeezing his arms around you and laying back against the bench—taking you with him so that you’re resting against his chest. You both release a small moan on the way down, still not fully recovered and still connected.
“You love me.” He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head as you pant against his chest.
Description: Playing around with Valko until he's begging for it. However, there's likely to be some...consequences.
WC: 5.5k
The 9th can't come fast enough. GIMME!!!!!!!!! (⸝⸝꩜﹃ ꩜⸝⸝;)
^Welp, you can tell when I wrote that. How fucking depressing... This whole thing fucking sucks, but I hope you still enjoy! We'll always be horny for him LMAO ദ്ദി߹𖥦߹) And in love with him gIVE ME MY FUCKIN PUPPY BACK!!!
In a fit of giggles, you’re scrambling through the doorway to your bedroom, “Hey—aah!”
With an equally light and playful laugh, directly behind you and on your heels is Valko, “C’mere!”
“W-wait—!” You’re stuttering over your laughter, trying to stay a step ahead. But, alas, Valko is much faster than you and with ease, he scoops you straight off the ground and into his arms.
Another warm laugh sounds by your ear as you’re both tumbling down onto your bed, “Gotcha, beautiful!” He’s sure that he’s the one to take the fall while you land softly in his arms before he rolls the two of you over to the side, pulling you in close.
Laying with your back pressed against his chest and his arms around you, you’re trying to feign a pout through your giggles that haven’t stopped, “No fair! Y-you’re too fast!”
“Well,” he chuckles, squeezing you tighter as he presses his chin into your shoulder, “didn’t I tell you it’s a bad idea to run from a wolf?”
You grab one of his forearms that's wrapped around you, digging into his skin lightly, “Hmph!”
He kisses the side of your head, “If we keep training, maybe...eventually...you’ll be fast enough to outrun me.”
“Yeah, right!” You scoff, still laughing in his grasp.
“Hypothetically speaking…” You don’t need to be looking at him directly to know he’s smiling—with that wide grin you love.
“You—!” You’re silenced by the sudden feeling of his lips on your neck, offering a sweet, tender kiss to your skin. “Mm…”
“Y-you’d never let that happen…you like c-catching me too much...” You’re trying to keep your breathing steady at the feeling of his lips on you. The laughter from before is replaced by a soft mix of your collective panting breaths due to the short run from the living room to the bedroom. Although, you're panting much more aggressively than he is...
His lips press into your neck again, “Mmhm…” before they part from you and he exhales against your skin, “I do.” His voice lost its playfulness, suddenly becoming low and serious.
Even though you actually are melting into his touch, you play it up for dramatic effect, aiming to catch him off guard.
The way your body relaxes and a small breath escapes your lips works exactly as intended. As he releases a soft, “Mmph…” against your neck, with a swift push of your arm backward against his chest, you’re shoving him flat onto his back behind you. Turning around, you’re quick to climb on top of him in a straddle. With shock in his eyes but a smile on his lips, you grab his wrists and pin his arms above his head onto the bed.
Despite the plastered smile he's wearing on his face, the look in his eyes changes from shock to desire straight after you—albeit aggressively—pin his wrists, your chest nearing his face a moment while you come back down to a seated position on his lap.
The distance being too great, you’re almost pressing your entire torso against his if you want to maintain your grasp on his wrists and keep your thighs against his hips.
“Too slow.” You grin at him with your face right near his, “It looks like I’ve caught you now...”
He picks his head up off the mattress slightly, leaning in toward your lips, “Oh no…what ever will I do…” His voice is dripping with sensual sarcasm, very much so enjoying the place he's found himself in.
You roll your eyes with huge grin, but before you can speak, “What’s this huntress gonna do now that she’s bagged her wolf, hm?”
“Hmm…let’s see...” You withhold your kiss just from his lips as he tries to lean up further to meet you, “Maybe I’ll make you beg for it…”
He leans his head back against the mattress, still smiling, “Sold. I’ll start begging right no—”
“Shush!” You giggle, shoving your face into his neck, your chest finally flattening over his as you continue to hold his wrists.
He lets out a short laugh before pressing his cheek against the side of your head. “I’m all yours... Do whatever you want to me, gorgeous.”
You press your lips against his neck softly before muttering, “Whatever I want?”
“Mmhm…whatever.” You feel a light twitch from his hips as he presses up into you. Although his hips moved, he didn’t fight your grasp on his wrists whatsoever.
“You’re gonna regret saying that...” You whisper into his skin, pressing an open mouth kiss lower on his neck.
“Never.”
“Mmm…we’ll see about that…” At your words, a short, anticipatory whine falls from his lips. You drag your hips forward, grinding yourself against his hardening length, gripping his wrists a bit tighter.
“F-fuck.”
“Mhm…that’s right.” You start to gently suck on his neck. By then, he let his hips buck harder against your grinding.
Parting from his neck, you hover your face over his again. Feigning like you may kiss him, you keep your lips mere centimeters away from his.
“Mm…you’re such a good boy. You could flip me over and take what you want, but you don’t.” He lets out a ragged breath that washes over your lips, staring into your eyes, a desperate tinge of helplessness in his own. “Isn’t that right? You wait for me to tell you to.”
He gives a slight nod, watching your lips carefully while you speak, “Mhm…y-yes…”
“Good boy.” Your voice is a dripping coo of praise before you’re meeting his lips with yours.
“Mmph…” He melts instantly at your kiss, not even bothering to fight against your grasp and instead just relishing in the feeling of your weight on him and your lips pressed against his.
It’s short lived, though, as you intentionally break away from him, eliciting another whine from his lips.
You scoot down and back slightly so that you can sit upright directly on his hard cock. In the process, you release his wrists. He immediately goes to move his hands toward your body, “Ah, ah. I just can’t reach sitting like this. I didn’t say you could move them.”
Moaning, he puts his arms right back to where you were holding them seconds before. Placing your hands on your thighs to steady yourself, you continue to grind yourself down onto him, “Tell me…what do you want, handsome?”
“I want,” he swallows harshly, his chest expanding with a breath before relaxing again, “to be inside you.”
“Oh, yeah?” Your hips drag again, painfully slow, “Why don’t you be a good boy and tell me about that?” His jaw clenches and he exhales deeply from his nose.
“I w-want—mmph—to feel you wrapped around me.” His hips buck into your constant glide against his cock, the friction from the material almost too much, even for you. “I love feeling you tight around me, so wet—ngh—so fucking warm—squeezing me...like you’re asking for my cum...”
“Fuck—” his eyes snap shut a moment from your torturing of his cock with the act of nonchalant dry humping before opening again, “I need to be inside you—so fucking badly—please…”
“Ooh,” you coo teasingly, “good boy, I finally got a please.” You've deliberately kept your hands off him so far since releasing his wrists.
“Please.” He whines, obediently repeating the word you want to hear. “Please, just fuck yourself with my cock. I w-won’t do anything— I’ll—”
“Mmm, desperation is good. Very good. I might give you what you want.”
His head tilts back into the bed, his eyes staring up desperately at the ceiling rather than you, his hands restrained by nothing but in place nonetheless, as if they were chained. “Y-yes, please—fuck—I need you.”
You let out a small laugh, continuing to grind yourself on his cock, almost moaning but careful in finding restraint. The look of him was too damn delicious...
You watch his hands ball up into fists above his head, “I k-know you’re fuckin’ soaked—just—”
You interrupt him, “Oh, is that so?”
“Mhm…” his breathing is beyond ragged, “I can smell it.” Watching his hands flex once more, he groans, “You smell s’fucking good, please...”
“I bet you can. But, you’re such a good listener. And I’m having so much fun.” You finally plant both of your hands on his chest, never having stopped the back and forth drag of your hips. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes—fuck! …Mmhm, y-yes.” Despite being both broken and desperate, his voice is still enthusiastic.
“That’s what I thought.” Gripping his pecs through his shirt, you slow the drag of your hips again.
Suddenly, his hands raise but you give him a stern look, and a low growl emits from his throat, “Ngh—fuck!” He laces his fingers together and puts his hands underneath his head.
“Good boy.” You coo, grasping at his muscles a little tighter.
His hips buck the hardest yet, his body lifting you off the mattress and toward him. “Please—kiss me, at least. Fucking p-please…” Thankfully, your hands on his chest keep you from tumbling forward into him and giving him what he wants.
“Mmm…not yet, handsome. You’re so cute when you’re begging for me.”
His voice cracks, “Fuckin’ hell, beautiful, you drive me crazy...”
“Good. That’s what I like to hear.”
“P-please, let me touch you, then.”
“No.” You have such a wicked grin, just watching his face knit in palpable pleasure and eager discomfort. By now, he was completely rock hard beneath you. On top of that, the friction provided against your hidden clit—plus his begging, of course—was absolutely euphoric.
“Let’s see…” You run your hands down from his chest toward his stomach, letting your fingertips dip under the confines of his shirt.
You moan at the contact of your fingertips touching his warm skin…his muscles. It was so hard not to break when he looked like this…sounded like this… When he was a weak, obedient mess of muscle underneath you, ready to do whatever you asked.
With his hands still laced beneath his head, he watches you carefully as you touch him, pushing his shirt up further and further until you reveal his chest. His voice is hoarse from whining, “Like what you see, beautiful?”
“Mmhm…of course. You’re such a good boy.” Without thinking, you dip down and get your mouth on his abs, biting into his skin.
“Shit—”
“So fucking hot…” You drag your tongue along his abs and up, nearing his chest. Almost laying on him again, your mouth ends up close to his chin.
His voice cracks once again in desperation, “Fuck—kiss m-me, please.”
“Mm-mm…” You shake your head softly before bringing your mouth down again, planting slow kisses along his chest until you meet one of his nipples and gently swipe your tongue over it.
“Nngh—my god…” His hips buck again, hard.
“How long c-can you keep this up, hm?” He lifts his hips again off the bed and you with them, a small gasp coming from you at his strength. “I said I can smell it, but n-now I can practically feel it.”
“As long as I want.” You pinch his skin with both hands near his obliques, dragging your nails along and down his torso directly after.
He was starting to shake, a nervous laugh escaping his lips alongside a moan at the feeling of your nails racking down his body. “Stop being so sexy and maybe...maybe, I’ll stop.”
“No can do, beautiful—ngh—y-you’re killin’ me here…”
“That doesn’t help your case.” You smile, palming his bare chest and pressing down with both your hands and hips, forcing his body and thus hips back down onto the mattress.
“Don’t you wanna feel my cock?” Trying to sound resolute, he fails, only sounding desperate instead.
“Mmhm…I really do...” You sink your nails into his pecs, “But you’re so fucking sexy when you’re a whimpering mess, it’s so hard to stop...”
“F-fuck—ngh—baby, please…”
“Hmph...fine.” Without another word, you get off him and the bed.
As soon as he moves an inch, you speak, “Uh-uh.” You shake your head at him while starting to finally undress, “Stay.”
He groans deeply, throwing his head back onto the mattress. “All you’re gonna do for me is take out your cock, okay?”
“M-mhm.” At the sound of permission, his hands are instantly working the button and fly of his pants, quick to reveal his pitifully throbbing cock.
“Mm…fuck…” Your voice is quiet as you stare at him, almost completely undressed now, with the exception of your panties that you can feel are clinging to your skin. Locking your eyes with his and not breaking away, you slip them off slowly. He moans in response, staring at you helplessly.
You watch his cock twitch as you crawl back on top of him, carefully adjusting onto the soles of your feet on either side of him. Before you even touch him, “Put your hands back under your head for me, handsome.”
“Shit—o-okay—” He’s promptly whimpering, just waiting for you to sit on his cock, but he obliges anyway.
“You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you?”
“Mmhm—” you grab the base of his cock, angling him up and toward you, “nngh—my god…”
Carefully, with your body and the support of your hand guiding him, you let the head of cock push between your soaking slit. You moan at the feeling of his tip nudging your swollen clit.
He lets out a low hiss and throws his head back into his hands, “Ah, ah. Eyes on me.” When he lifts his head back up, his eyes are bright and glowing.
“Good…” Slowly, you lift up onto the balls of your feet, letting his tip wedge into your entrance.
“Oh my god…” His voice is spent, utterly weak while you moan at the instant stretch. “You’re s-so fucking hot...m’gonna lose it…” He almost sounds like he could cry, and the sheer sound of his utter desperation makes you just want to take him completely, but you withhold yourself.
Sinking down nearly halfway after a moment, you finally remove your hand from him, bracing on his chest with both hands but still keeping your knees up high and angled so he can have a complete view of his cock disappearing into you.
“You’re so wet—holy f-fuck…” His jaw clenches as his chest rises and falls rapidly. “Go on, baby, fuck yourself. Use me, I wanna watch, p-please…”
“Because you asked so nicely…” You let yourself sink down completely, moaning loudly at the feeling of him full up inside you. “God—you’re s-so—nngh—big…” You’re biting your bottom lip, hard, trying to stay quiet and in control but slowly failing second by second.
“Mhm…” His eyes are simply fixed on what’s happening, especially when you lift back up. “That’s it—” you sink back down a bit faster “fuck!”
Losing control, you do exactly what he tells you and fuck yourself onto his cock, enjoying each delicious plunge and stretch, his tip easily massaging your G-spot as each inch of him massages everything else.
From slow to fast to slow again, he’s let himself become thoroughly complacent, just whimpering and moaning each time his cock is buried as deep as it can go inside you.
“Fuck...fuck—aah! Fuck! Please, please...let me flip you over, I-I’m gonna cum…” His voice is loud as he struggles, but you can still hear the slapping of skin on skin each time you bounce on him.
“I know you love it w-when I pound into you and fill you with my cum, p-please just—”
You slow down, keeping him completely inside you a moment, dragging your hips in a slow, small circle until he's moaning again, “One more, handsome. Just breathe for me, okay?”
“Mhm—y-yeah…” He's panting harshly as you slowly drag your gripping cunt back up the length of his cock. “You're s-such a tease...”
As soon as your body meets the base of his cock again, he hurriedly sits up and places a hand on your low back, the other on your hip, flipping the position as if it were nothing and he could’ve done so all along.
During the entire rotation of power, his cock remained buried its full extent inside you. As soon as you're laying flat on your back and he pulls outward, just his tip wedged into you, you whine loudly at the feeling of him slamming back into you with force, “Nngh—aah!”
“You said…o-one more. That was one m-more, I’m d-done. I can’t fuckin’ take it.” He shoves his face into your neck, placing sloppy kisses to the area, his breathing a mess and his restraint evaporated.
“Now…” he bites your neck, hard, before releasing, “you’re gonna take my cock like a good girl, hm?” His voice is low and quiet into the skin of your neck.
“Mmhm—y-yes—!”
At each of the most recent, aggressive, thrusts, you’re clawing at his back desperately, taking each inch of him with a tremble and shake, your body completely losing the fight for control.
“That’s i-it, pretty girl…” His face lifts from your neck and he presses his forehead against yours, just pounding away and utterly lost in the moment. “Do you want me to fill you with my cum?”
“Mmhm—h-holy shit—fuck y-yes, so badly...p-please!” How quick the roles were to reverse...
After a few more hard thrusts that have you screaming out his name into the otherwise silent room, “F-fuck—m’gonna—” Rather than let him just wail and growl, you wrap your arms around his neck and bring your lips to his, enjoying his grunts that spill into your mouth while you simultaneously feel his cock spill his thick, hot cum into your cunt. Each lasting stroke is so vigorously firm and in line with each pump of his release.
You’re mutually locked in a kiss until you’re shaking, reaching your own release alongside his, the aggressive thrusts slamming against your G-spot easily sending you tumbling over the edge. Both out of breath, the kiss breaks, but your lips stay close, foreheads pressed together, needy moans, whines, and whimpers falling out of your lips and overlapping with one another as you both ride out the feeling.
His face falls back to your neck as he offers a few more much gentler strokes, “Holy…shit…”
“Mmhm…I-I—” You can’t even speak, your cunt still twitching around him.
Spending a moment in each other’s embrace sprinkled with a few light kisses, he pulls out carefully; but once he does, he’s wrapping you tight into his arms and pulling you into him. Similar to how this all started, you end up giggling at the feeling of his lips placing kisses all over the side of your face.
“H-hey!”
“My god…” his lips plant firmly against your cheek, “you are brutal, gorgeous.” You laugh, smiling as his face presses into your cheek.
Pulling back slightly, “And…I’m not gonna just let you get away with it...” Your eyes widen at the remark and at the fact he sounds dead serious.
“Y-you—” With another jittery laugh, you’re scrambling off and away from him. But, like before, he’s much faster, using both of his arms to circle around your waist and keep you on the bed.
With ease, he’s pulling and pushing you down until your back is against the bed again. “Oh, I don’t think so.” Spreading your legs so he can wedge between them, he trails kisses down toward your stomach.
Stopping, he looks up at you, “You’re not gonna get away that easily.”
Spreading your legs with both of his hands, his lips land on your inner thigh, “You gotta be faster than that, pretty girl.”
“Val…” You warn, still trembling while you start to feel his cum drip out slowly from your entrance.
He smirks at you, “What? Of course I’m gonna play around with you.”
“Oh, fuck me…” You exhale sharply.
“Mmm, we just did that…I was thinking of something else.” His lips press into your thigh again, spreading your legs even further apart with his hands. “But…we can do that again after I do this. Okay, beautiful?”
Feeling your clit throb, both residually and in anticipation, all you can do is weakly nod while peering down at him. He was so sexy staring up at you...wanting his pay back...or, perhaps...he wanted to offer his thanks...
“You know, I’m not the only good listener...” Looking like he wants to add something else, he stops himself, his eyes trailing down to your exposed cunt. “Fuck…you look perfect with my cum dripping out of you.”
Spreading your slit with two fingers, he exhales deeply. “…I think you just like driving me crazy so I’ll fuck you as hard as I can…” Letting go, he swipes his thumb over your clit, “Isn’t that right, pup?”
“Nngh—mmhm…”
“Thought so…” Circling your clit with his thumb, “You’re just so desperate for a good, hard fuck from my cock, huh?”
You nod pathetically, trying to withhold a moan but failing, “Y-yes.” Without saying another word, his thumb leaves your clit and he plunges two fingers into your leaking cunt. “Mmmph—f-fuck…”
“You’re so pretty when you’re full of my cum…mmm…all mine.”
“Mmhm…” You notice his eyes are fixated on his fingers, watching them pump in and out of you slowly, enjoying the look of both your slickness and his cum painting his fingers.
Pulling out from you suddenly, he sits up onto his knees, leaning over and into you. He brings his fingers to your still panting mouth, “Open your mouth, beautiful.”
Whining, you do as you’re told, moaning when his fingers glide against your tongue, “Mm...good girl.”
“Mhm…” You look up at him with needy eyes, his fingers still in your mouth with your lips wrapped tightly around them.
“Don’t look at me like that…I’ll have to fuck you again way sooner than I plan to...” With that, he pops his fingers from your mouth, leaving you gasping. “Now…I want that kiss you wouldn’t give me earlier. Can you do that, hm?”
“Uh-h-huh…” With the same hand’s fingers that were just in your mouth, he places a gentle grip around your throat, leaning further into you while tugging you up toward him gently.
Eagerly—enjoying the feeling of his hand around your throat—you lean up to meet him, but just as his mouth is close to yours, he drops his grip on your throat and leans away, your head falling back against the mattress in desperation. “Y-you—!”
“Just giving you a taste of your own medicine, doll.” He smirks, leaning back down to trail kisses along your body again before looking back up at you. “I want you begging for it. Then, maybe, I’ll give you what you want.”
He settles back between your legs, “First…I’m gonna make you cum until you’re screaming for me to stop.” He's pushing your thighs open again, “I still might not stop.” You shiver, a part of you knowing he’s kidding, but then again, you have a safeword and if it’s not used…he may very well hold true to that.
“Val, p-please…” Your voice breaks into a moan.
“Oh, it’s too late for that. I had fun, didn’t you? It’s my turn to have fun with you.” His hands palm your thighs, squeezing your flesh hard. “Trust me, you’ll like it and be begging me for my cock once I’m done.”
“Mmhm…” Like his did earlier, your eyes snap shut a moment as he places your thighs over his shoulders.
“Ah, ah.” He mocks you, “Keep yours eyes on me.”
“F-fuck, o-okay…” Your voice cracks again into yet another anticipatory moan.
“You’re so pretty when you’re desperate for me. Can you handle when the tables are turned on you, though?” He licks a slow, controlled stripe up the length of your slit. His voice becomes low, “Let’s find out together, hm, pretty girl?”
“Nngh—mhm…”
Without another word, his tongue immediately meets your clit, which is still terribly swollen from grinding against him, arguably too long.
“Fuck…you taste so good.” He licks you again, slower. “I love that you have my scent all over you...”
Bumping the top of your slit with his nose, he shudders, “You were so fucking pretty bouncing on my cock earlier. I could watch you do that all day long.”
Moaning himself, his mouth meets you again, his lips easily circling around your clit, sucking extremely gently. Despite it being gentle, you nearly shriek.
“Awh,” he coos after letting you go a moment, “someone already overstimulated themselves against my cock.”
He barely grazes your clit with his tongue before speaking again, “I’ll be gentle, beautiful.” Just then, his voice became exceptionally sweet.
“Val—my god—” You’re cut off by a slow lap from his tongue, tugging upward on your clit. “S-shit—”
“Mmm…” It’s debatable whether what comes next is gentle. Maybe you’re just so swollen from grinding against him...
In a short time, rather than keep his distance, he engulfs you completely with his mouth, sucking your clit softly with quiet slurps sounding here and again between a gentle switch between up and down, side to side, and circular motions of his tongue.
“Mmm—I c-can’t—oh my—”
He interrupts, “You can, pup. I can feel it, it’s right there. Just relax, okay?”
“Mmhm…” You reach down and run your fingers through his hair, both of your hands landing at the back of his head as you push up and into his mouth, completely giving into the feeling—into him.
He’s groaning against you, quickening his pace just slightly as he feels your release approaching. But, once that wave is just at its edge, he slows down tremendously, the delicate push of his tongue so slight that it’s devastating, gently coaxing your orgasm to the surface.
As soon as you’re moaning desperately, bucking into his mouth, his lips are wrapping around your swollen clit again, sucking more harshly than before, a loud series of shrieks wailing from your mouth as you cum. As your legs shake and try to press together, he uses his strong hands to hold you exactly where you are against his shoulders.
Already feeling the desire to kick away, he doesn’t let you, holding you there, his tongue not stopping. “H-holy shit—w-wait, wa—fuck!” With no time for respite between and with the low growls from his throat vibrating against you, you’re already cumming again in short succession.
“M-my god—Val—w-wait—it’s s’fucking m-much—”
“Mm-mm.” He sounds against your skin, sucking again.
“Aah! F-fuck—!”
Breaking away with a gasp, “At least one more, baby. You can do it.” His mouth is instantly back on you.
Even tighter, his fingers are digging into the skin of your quads, pushing your legs down and against his shoulders. Not missing a beat, while sucking, he shakes his head lightly, eliciting a sharp whine from you while you feel a third—technically fourth if you count the sex—orgasm cresting over you.
In the end, his tongue is hardly moving, barely brushing against your clit slowly, but you’re screaming nonetheless, wiggling and writhing in his grasp, your back arching dramatically because it’s all you’re able to do.
Pulling his mouth off you, his mouth and chin completely slick, he groans, “Fuck. I want to make you cum again.”
Rather than say no—and not necessarily wanting to—you’re just a moaning mess, slack against the bed and his arms. His tongue juts out and swipes your clit again, “Aah!” He chuckles, pulling his mouth back.
For a moment, he watches your recovering cunt clench repeatedly around nothing. Looking back up at you, “Fine,” he grins, “I’ll do it with my cock.”
You whimper, your cunt beyond sensitive and just dripping—from everything. “It looks like that’s what you want.” His voice becomes low again, “Would you like that, beautiful?”
Panting and trying to catch your breath, your desire supersedes your overstimulation, “Mmhm…”
“Good girl.” He grins, finally releasing your thighs. “How do you want me?”
“I-I—” He crawls up to meet you, his hard cock pressing into the low point of your stomach, causing you to moan at the pressure. “Will you k-kiss me, p-please?”
“Fuck—” He tsks, “You’re so damn cute, how can I say no?”
Wrapping your legs around him, you draw him in, so needy for his lips on yours. Abandoning his pursuit to ruin you like you ruined him, he’s quick and equally desperate as you to meet your lips, easily moaning into your mouth as he presses further into you.
He partially breaks the kiss, smiling against you when he feels your feet pushing on the remainder of the clothing still attached to his bottom half. “I want you inside me s-so badly…” Your voice is a quiet—desperate and weak—whisper, your cunt still aching from his onslaught.
“Yeah?”
You keep pushing against the fabric, “Mmhm…”
“You’re sure?”
You release a light, breathy laugh, “D-don’t hold back now.”
He lets out a small chuckle, kissing you again softly before speaking, “Just want to make sure, beautiful.”
“Mmhm…yes, p-please…” You’re still shaking, quiet moans slipping past your lips.
“Rough? …Or sweet?” His smile is so genuine, a true warmth radiating in his eyes.
“Hmm…b-both…?” You smile back at him, a small giggle falling out from your lips—devastatingly in love with him right then. Always—all the time—but something about just then…
“Don’t have to tell me twice, pretty girl.”
Getting off the bed to completely undress, he’s quick to make his way back to you. Lifting your legs and placing them atop his shoulders, “Is this okay?”
“Absolutely...” You’re both still smiling at each other—a radical sense of nothing other than puppy love always occurring between the two of you.
Although, that familiar face of pleasure returns instantly when he lines himself up and pushes the head of his cock into your entrance. “Mmm—my god—”
“Fuckin’ hell…” He groans, withholding himself a moment, “You’re so fucking pretty. You feel s-so good wrapped around me.”
“Mmhm…Val—nngh—!” You struggle to say more as he sinks into you, slow at first before picking up the pace. “God—you feel a-amazing—” Your voice is contained by a breathy moan.
As he starts to thrust more intentionally, your head tilts back into the bed. “Mmm—look at me, baby. I want to see your pretty eyes.”
When you tilt forward again and meet his gaze, you both moan. At the sight and the sound of you, he thrusts a bit faster.
Whining, you reach past your angled hips and grip the backs of his hamstrings, tugging desperately each time he’s pulling partially out from you before thrusting forward again. “Mmm…someone really wants my cum...”
“I do—mmph—f-fuck, I really do…”
He groans, his arms flexing beside you as he withholds himself. “I want to feel you—ngh—cum one more t-time…”
Thrusting even faster, with slight grit emitting from his throat at the feeling of you swollen and milking him, he's trying to resist. With the speed, depth, and angle, it isn’t long before you feel yourself spasming.
Meeting you at the exact same pace and in the exact same place, he's groaning deeply while you're moaning loudly, the repeated and velvety clench of your cunt easily causing him to fill you again.
You’re both tired, spent, and so deeply satisfied. Not just from the arousal, but simply the warmth of each other’s presence. Cuddled together, your breathing synchronizes in a shallow consistency.
“You’re such a good boy.” You whisper, a grin fighting its way onto your lips.
“Don’t tempt me.” He laughs, pressing his lips against your forehead, his arms around you. “You’re such a good girl for me.” He coos somewhat mockingly, squeezing you tight.
He lets out a satisfied sigh, squeezing you again, “You’re the best girl... My girl.” His voice is soft as you cling onto him, hugging him from the side of his body, the side of your face pressed against his chest.
You cock your head and look up at him, and he's already gazing down at you, “I love you so much.” Your voice is a whisper falling after a brief silence, feeling completely safe wrapped up in his arms.
His voice is warm and gentle, “I love you more.”
With a quiet, but utterly content, sigh, you snuggle further into him. “No, I love—”
He’s quick to interrupt you, “Don’t even try it.” You offer a light scoff in response, laughing into his side. “I’ll stay up all night...and I’ll win.” You grin happily instead, poking his side with the tip of your finger, your eyes closed.
“Fine...” You press your lips against the side of his chest, “I'll let you have this one...”
The last thing you feel before falling asleep, still secure in his arms, is his lips pressed against the top of your head.
Description: Zayne spanks the almighty living fuck out of MC. ∠(‘-‘ )
WC: 3.1k
This started as an all LIs drabble about public sex and somehow turned into Zayne taking brat!MC home to spank the fuck out of her. ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ )
- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)
“Stop it.” He tsks, brushing your hand off his thigh.
“But, doctor, I don’t feel so good.” You lean your shoulder against his, fighting a smile. “I think I need my temperature checked.” You whisper under your breath.
“Stop. It.” He grits, balling his fists in his lap. You’ve been making these little comments for hours.
You smile and lean away. At the latest medical conference, he’s up to speak soon.
You’re doing this sitting in an audience of people, not a care in the world, your only thoughts being salacious ones about him. You're hoping, knowing, later on he’ll spank you before burying himself inside you as punishment for teasing him.
Aching to get thrown over his lap and spanked, you whisper again, “I love how focused you are.”
He ignores you, staring forward at the current speaker. “So sexy…” You tease, fighting a laugh while trying to keep your voice as low as possible.
“So…serious…” Now, you’re just straight up mocking him.
Without turning his head, he glares at you, hard, from the corner of his eye. “You’re such a brat.” He tsks again, quiet under his breath with slight grit in his tone.
“You love it.” You coo toward him in a whisper.
Waiting a few more minutes before prodding his patience again, “You know…” he takes a large inhale through his nose, so irritated with you, “all today…following you around…” you brush the side of his thigh with your fingertips, “I can’t stop thinking about you spanking me red.”
He pushes his glasses up, finally leaning toward you, whispering, “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll be getting what you deserve.”
Frustrated that you’re in a room full of people and can’t jump him right there, you bite your bottom lip so hard you thought you might draw blood.
Finally called up to speak, before he can stand, you plant a quick but intentional kiss on his cheek, on a spot on the side of his face you know he likes. With eyes on you both, he gives a polite smile at the kiss.
While he’s presenting, you feel yourself getting further soaked, to a nearly uncomfortable degree. You’re making eyes at him the whole time, not even on purpose, just so fucking turned on by his demeanor. The few times he looks your way, you’re quick to notice his habit of several rapid blinks.
Toward the end of the conference, you’re making the rounds with him, chatting with a few of his colleagues, and making small talk. But mostly, you’re just staring at his lips while he talks, wanting them all over you.
Walking back to the shared office where the guest speakers were told to keep their things, he grips your wrist hard and drags you inside, quickly shutting the door and slamming you against it with his body, “Do you think that’s funny?”
“A little…” You respond, suddenly nervous under his stern gaze. You reach out to touch his chest, but he’s quick to snatch your hand, pressing it against the door above your head. Beautiful; this is exactly what you wanted.
Before you can make any more movements, he does the same with your other hand. He presses into you so hard you can’t even lean your head up and off the door. You whine a little, feeling his cock pressing against you. “You like fucking with me, hm?” Zayne is hardly one to ever curse, but when he does, it sends a throb deep inside your cunt.
Opening your mouth to speak, he interrupts, “Don’t lie, or else your punishment will be worse.”
Whining in his grasp, you’re trying to move but he does not let you, “What’s wrong? Isn’t this what you wanted? To get me angry? So hot and bothered that I just drag you into any room and have my way with you?”
Compelled by his words, you moan aloud, staring up at him. “Well, you’re not going to get what you want, sweetheart.” You pout at him, “Don’t, give me that look.” You start struggling against his arms, feeling him get harder each time he speaks, “You did this to yourself. Not me.”
He’s staring at your lips. “So, how are you going to deal with it, hm?” He lets go of one of your hands and firmly grips your jaw, your mouth opening at the pressure, “Answer me.”
“I a-already won and am getting what I want.” Trying to hold firm in tone, you fail, moaning at the end of your sentence.
“Oh, really? Is that so?”
“Mhm—nngh—” His jaw clenches and you surmise by the look in his eyes that he’s thinking of ripping your clothes off and pounding you right here against this door.
“You really are such a brat.” He hisses, ripping you off the door, turning you around and pressing your torso against it, the side of your face pressed into the wood. Now with his painfully hard cock pressed against your ass, he presses his full weight against you, his lips touching your ear, “What if I don’t give in, huh? Instead, I’ll make you sit and writhe, not allowed to cum. Not allowed to touch me.”
“Y-you wouldn’t—”
“Be quiet.” Your lips seal immediately, huffing in and out through your nose instead.
“What if I tied you up, hm? Made you watch while I pleasure myself until I cum all over you.” His teeth nip your cheek. “I won’t even untie you. I'll just leave you there to deal with the consequences of your actions.”
You feel your cunt just dripping as wetness pools between your thighs. “What then, huh?” You moan against the door. “Be. Quiet.”
“I-I know you want to fuck me and would r-rather cum inside me.” You eek out pathetically.
“Of course I would. But do you deserve that?”
“Y-yes.”
“Hmm, I’m not so sure you do.”
“P-please.”
“Good, begging is a strong start.”
“Nngh…Zayne…”
“Yes?”
“Please, I-I…”
“You what?”
“I want you so fucking badly, please.”
“Mmm, not good enough…” He suddenly releases you completely, stepping back and sitting on the edge of the desk in the room, gripping the furniture, his knuckles turning white. For a second, you stay pressed up against the door, panting.
Shamefully turning to face him, you notice the outline of his cock is so painfully obvious. “Go ahead, beg me.”
Weak at the knees, you approach him, wrapping your arms around his neck. When you try to kiss him, he tilts up and away, eliciting a whine from you. “Kissing me is not begging me.”
You drop to your knees in front of him. “Please, I—I’m sorry..." you're so wet and so dizzy, “I d-didn’t think…”
“No, you didn’t, did you?” He stares down at you. “You want punishment? I’ll give it to you.” You run your hands up to the tops of his thighs, starting at his knees. “Would you like that?”
“Y-yes.” You croak. “God, I need you so fucking much. I want you to spank me senseless until I’m crying, screaming for you to stop.” His jaw clenches again as you run a hand over his cock hidden beneath his slacks. “I want you to cum inside me, make a complete mess of me…please. Do whatever you want, please.”
“Better.” You moan at his response, rubbing his cock through his clothes.
“Can I plea—” You reach for the button of his slacks, but he stops you with his hand and interrupts, “No.” He leans down, peering at you seriously. “I won’t even take out or let you touch my cock until you’re screaming for me to stop.”
“Yes, p-please.” He suddenly grabs your wrist and yanks you off the floor. Gripping your jaw again, “You really love being pathetic for me, huh?”
“Yes…” you moan, nodding, “...and you love making me pathetic, h-huh? I felt you, you’re s-so fucking hard. I k-know you want to fuck me.”
His grip tightens on your jaw, “Of fucking course I do. I want to make you fall apart for me, edge you until you’re crying to cum, but I still won’t let you.”
Moaning again, you push his hand off your face sloppily, “Please, just fucking kiss me.”
“If I do, will you be a good girl and do what I ask for the rest of the night?”
“Y-yes, pleas—” Before you can finish, he comes crashing down onto you.
***
When you both arrive home, you’re silent and tempted to run from him, anticipating the most brutal treatment imaginable. Before you can act on it, he calmly sits on the couch and loosens his tie. “Come here.”
Nervous in your approach, once you’re close enough, he’s quick to snatch your thighs and bend you over his lap. “Aah—!”
“Quiet.” Without another word, his hand comes down hard on your ass. “Hmmph—” Twice more, harder. The first few spanks over your clothes are just a warmup to allow a tingling sensation to build.
Suddenly, both his hands grip your pants from your hips and yank down firmly, leaving them just at the top of your thighs. The next few spanks land slightly less hard, switching between your right and left cheek.
“Zay—” Without warning, his hand comes down abruptly on your right cheek, the hardest yet, an instant and erotic shriek spilling from your lips. After, he lets his hand glide over the spot, his fingers lightly squeezing, causing a weak and shaky moan to part from your lips.
“That’s it.” He grits, giving you several much softer spanks in the exact same spot. Even through your panties, you begin to feel completely raw.
Before finally pulling your panties off, he gropes both cheeks using one hand, sliding over and across each, little moans escaping your lips with the mix of pleasure, pain, and overstimulation. Same as your pants, he finally tears your panties down, leaving them nestled against your pants that are still at the top of your thighs.
Whimpering as your body goes lax over his thighs, he gives you another h a r d smack to the left cheek, the sound of skin on skin echoing loudly throughout the house. Suddenly, on the right cheek he started with, still raw from the extra attention thus far, he spanks you several times in a row, h a r d. “Fuck! Zayne!”
“This is what you wanted.” He says coolly, but you can feel his cock pressing into you.
After the quick series of firm spanks, he goes back to teasing, letting his fingertips trace the stamp of red. The teasing leaves you twitching and anxious for when his hand may come crashing down next.
“P-please—fuck—!” You choke out, and he spanks again, h a r d. “I w-want your fingers inside me.”
“No.” Again, h a r d e r. He returns to teasing the skin mixed with a few softer spanks between.
“Oh my god, please. I’m so fucking—” SMACK “wet!”
“I can see that.” He remarks flatly, gripping your right cheek firmly.
“Hnngh…” You’re weak and shaky, your whole ass tingly and twitching whenever he teases you with his fingers. “I’m sorr—” SMACK.
“Please what?” You hesitate to speak, knowing he’ll just come down hard again.
“…Ple—” SMACK. “Zayne!”
“Yes?” Tears start brimming in your eyes, but you can’t focus on anything but the wetness dripping between your thighs and the sting from his hand.
“Finger me, please. I w-want—” SMACK.
“What do you want?”
“I-I—” SMACK. You’re whining desperately, absolutely fucking ruined. You’re convinced you’re soaking your clothes, him, the couch, and it’s because you are.
“Please…” Suddenly, his fingers dip between your thighs, so easily entering you. “Oh my god, yes—hmmph…” He fucks your dripping cunt with his fingers, fast, curling toward your G-spot immediately where normally he may take it slow.
“Fuck—fu—yes!” You clutch at his calf desperately with both hands as you dangle over his lap.
“God, you’re such a mess.” He remarks, slight amusement brewing in his tone.
“Mhm…” The feeling of the remainder of his hand bumping into your red, tender ass as he pounds you with his fingers leaves you quaking, quickly feeling like you’re about to cum.
As soon as he feels you clenching around his fingers, shaking, he removes them. “W-wait—” SMACK. “Fuck!” He laughs at you: low, sweet, and delicious.
“Don’t you remember?” SMACK. “You’re not allowed to cum until I say so.” SMACK.
“Zayne—please, I’ll never—hnngh—mess with you again—” SMACK.
“You’re such a liar.” SMACK. “You fucking brat.” SMACK.
Reaching between your thighs again, he softly toys with your clit, eliciting an immediate shriek of pleasure. “You love being a mess, don’t you?”
“Y-yes.” He rubs slow, painfully slow, circles on your clit.
“Why is that?”
“H-Huh?” He stops, running his hand up your most sensitive cheek, waiting…SMACK. “Why is that?”
“B-because…” SMACK. “Aah!” SMACK. “I’m a brat.” SMACK.
“Yes, yes you are.” SMACK. “F-fuck!” SMACK.
“Are you enjoying your punishment, sweetheart?”
“Y-ye—” SMACK. “Aah!”
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
“Ye—” SMACK. “Zayne…” With you panting, whining, moaning, and now completely squirming, he uses his other hand to hold you down. SMACK.
“Fuck, you look so good.” He groans. SMACK. “I want to fill you with my cum.”
“I’m just giving you what you wanted.” SMACK. “I’m having fun, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes.”
“That’s what I thought.” SMACK.
***
This goes on a while longer, but eventually, he’s worried he’s going to cum just from watching you struggle. Now flat on your stomach on the couch, he finally enters you from behind, thrusting into you violently. Each smack from his groin against your ass creating a heinously raw feeling. Pulling your hair back and cocking your head to the side, he plunges his tongue into your mouth, fighting his own orgasm.
“Good girl.” He grits as you’re screaming into the cushions. “Beg me,” he struggles, “to cum inside you.”
“P-please—fuck—cum inside me. I need you to cum, I’m going c-crazy…” Your voice is so weak. Suddenly, he pulls out completely, the loss devastating.
“Get up.” Shaking at the knees, you melt off the couch, almost falling over. “Bend over the couch.”
“B-but—”
“Do it.” Like a complete and utter mess, you stumble over the couch, and without missing a beat, he kicks your legs open by your foot using his own, spreading your legs open. “Aah!” Still fully clothed, dress shoes, slacks, tie, and all...his pants are open just enough.
He hurriedly enters you again, quick to snatch both of your arms and hold them behind your back one-handed using your overlapped wrists. “Z-Zayne—oh my god—”
“Tell me how much of a brat you are.”
“I—” SMACK. “Fuck! I’m such—” SMACK “a brat!”
“Good girl. Do you want me to fill you with my cum?” Thrusting into you absolutely ravenously, his voice is still somehow relatively composed. He uses your clasped wrists to bring you back every time he thrusts forward.
“Ye—” SMACK. “Fuck! Yes! Please, I need you to cum inside me. Please!” SMACK.
He stops smacking your ass, and instead wraps your hair around his fist, your wrists still in his other hand, lifting your head up harshly from its position of pathetically dangling over the couch. He’s now bent over you, still thrusting, his face beside the back of your head. “One more time. Beg me.” You feel his cock already twitching inside of you.
“Zayne…nngh…fucking please! I need your cum inside me. I—I can’t. Please just—” His hand drops your hair and claps over your mouth as you wail against his palm until he finally cums, slamming into your dripping cunt as hard as he can, using less frequent, but powerful, thrusts forward with each rope of cum that he shoots into you.
***
The next morning, you wake up to soft rustling beneath the sheets. “Mmm…” Zayne softly kisses up your thighs, nestling his way between them. As his tongue gently grazes your clit, you moan instinctively.
Pulling the sheet back, he’s already looking up at you. Stopping only to say, “Mmph…Morning…” before continuing, his nose pressing into you.
“Good morning…” you respond with a breathy laugh, reaching to lace your fingers in his hair, “Mmm…”
This was his apology, for perhaps going a bit too far last night. Despite his knowledge that he gave you exactly what you wanted, he still always felt a bit bad after a night like that. Only slightly, though. Even after rigorous aftercare the night of, he typically was sweet and needy the following days.
“Nngh…Zayne…your tongue—” Reaching up, he gently grips your hips, enjoying the feeling of your hands in his hair. As you wiggle against him, already feeling ready to cum due to the lasting sensitivity from last night, you feel how sore your ass still is, its residual sting adding to the current gentle sensations of his tongue.
“I want you to cum…” He whispers against you before delicately sucking on your clit.
“Aa—mmph…”
This was also a part of his apology, for the next few days, like always, he’d make you cum as many times as you wanted, giving into your every whim.
Quiet, warm, and slow, you find your release, clutching at both him and the sheets surrounding you, moans and gaps falling from your lips. Crawling up to face you, he nuzzles his face in your neck and presses his hard cock against you.
“Don’t make me do that…” He mumbles into your skin.
Still catching your breath from a gentle morning’s release, you run your hands down his back. “What? Did you not have fun last night?” You tease, gently raking your nails up his back.
“Hmm…no…I did…” He grumbles, pressing his length harder against you.
“Mhm, that’s what I thought.”
Lazily lifting his head, facing you, he asks seriously, “Did you cum last night?”
“I could hardly distinguish between when I was cumming and when I wasn’t, so I’d say so, yes.” You laugh softly, continuing to rub his back.
“Mmm…good.” His voice is sleepy as he kisses your cheek.
He lets his lips trail from your cheek to your jaw, before back down to your neck. “You were so good for me…” He says while grinding against you, reaching down to pull your thighs around him.
“I just want to be close to you,” he sucks the flesh on your neck, “feel you cum around me…” Hardly listening, you start pushing his briefs down his thighs lazily using your feet, pawing at his back, too, before gripping the back of his neck...
Description: A collective steamy exchange between the trio leads to adverse consequences and spilt directions. Choices—and mistakes—are made. Friends alike are impacted and tensions rise. Who would you choose? Zayne or Caleb? (...Both?)
This is a Pt. 2 to Pathetic Desperation (Blurb; 2.3k). Absolutely read it before this for context! (I’ll be combining both parts and uploading to AO3 because this shit is LONG!)
WC: 10.5k
This College AU You!MC is messy—like, bad messy. LMAO. No clue where this came from, honestly. But I had fun writing it and that’s what matters! Enjoy!
You!MC gets freaky with Caleb, then Zayne, then Caleb again, LOL. (I think I refuse to write a Pt. 3 because it’ll break me and I CAN’T keep doing this to Zayne. WTF!) Last comment...the final Caleb section of smut is so driven by the song "Cigarette Stub" - Asal..."kiss you me like you love me, touch me like you're pissed off" AAAHHH!
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Strolling awkwardly across campus with Zayne only a few days after the…incident, suddenly a large, heavy set of arms swings around both you and Zayne’s shoulders, “Hey, guys! How’s it going, hmm?”
You wince, this voice the complete opposite of indistinguishable. When you cock your head toward Caleb, he’s got an overtly smug grin. You simply narrow your eyes at him, but that has absolutely zero effect on his demeanor.
Zayne’s voice is curt, his eyes forward, “Fine…”
Caleb turns toward him, his fingers digging into both of your shoulders, “Oh, yeah? I bet.”
You roll your eyes, “Caleb, ugh.”
He turns back to you, “What!?”
You shrug his arm off, “I gotta go, yeah? I’ll see you both—er, later…”
After you start to walk off, “Pips—!”
Once you’re far enough away, Zayne’s voice becomes a hiss, “Could you have made that any worse than it already is?”
Grabbing Zayne’s other shoulder with his now free hand due to your departure, Caleb responds mockingly, “Yes, yes I definitely could’ve.”
“I’m also leaving.” Zayne jerks Caleb’s arm and hand off his shoulders, “I won’t see you later.”
Exasperated, Caleb tosses his arms up, “Oh, come on!” If there’s one thing Zayne and you both knew, it was that Caleb possessed little room for tact.
***
Both his repeated instances of pestering you—and Zayne—as well as the incident itself was brought up with Gideon many, many, times over the course of several days.
“You’ve gotta just let it go, man.”
“Let it go!?”
Gideon sighs, “Yes, let it the fuck go.”
“You saw it! You want me to just—”
He interrupts Caleb, “Yes, I, very unfortunately, saw it. That’s why I’m telling you, just let it go.”
Caleb rolls his eyes, “Oh, fuck off. It was hot.”
“That’s one way to describe it. I’d use the word disgusting but—to each their own.”
“Dude!”
“Dude, what!?” Gideon lowers his voice, “What do you think is gonna happen? You’ll have a three—”
Caleb grimaces, “Shut up! Fuck, no. I’d have to kill him.”
Gideon’s voice raises, “Then just drop it!”
“I can’t!” Caleb runs his hands through his hair, “It’s—oh my god, you saw it, you know.”
Gideon pinches the bridge of his nose, speaking again once he lets go, “I really wish I didn’t!”
“Lies.”
“Truths! All the truths! I had to wash my eyes out after!”
Caleb scoffs, “Oh, come on. It’s not like we—”
“Stop. Whatever you’re gonna say, I can’t take it.”
***
Attempting to have a normal lunch, “You liked it, hm? I could tell.”
“Caleb!”
His brows raise, “I heard you moaning.”
“I was drunk! We were all—”
Interrupting you, he cocks his head to the side, “I know you, you weren’t that drunk. Neither was I…neither was he. Well, maybe him the most, honestly.”
Your shoulders tense, “Okay, whatever. Just—”
He interrupts again, “So, who’s it gonna be, hm?”
“Who’s it gonna be, what!?” After raising an octave, you bring your voice back to neutral, “It’s not a big deal. It didn’t mean anything, just some fun.” Your eyes look to his pleadingly, “Right?”
He nods quickly, shaking his head after, “R-right—I’m—I’m sorry…”
“It’s fine, just—!” You let your shoulders drop and exhale deeply, “Let’s just…leave it in the past, okay?”
“Okay, mhm,” he bows his head slightly, “yeah…sorry.”
***
Despite it being far less painful than Caleb’s version, this conversation wouldn’t let up on its other opposing end either.
You sigh, “Listen, we’ve got to stop having this conversation. I accept your apology, okay? Just—”
His voice is tense and racked with guilt, “I am, really—really—sorry. It was inappropriate, I—”
“Zayne! I promise, we’re totally okay. Just…let’s drop it, yeah?”
His brows furrow and he nods quickly, somewhere between a yes and a no, “O-okay, yeah. I’m sorry.”
***
For almost a week straight, from all angles, this simply wouldn’t let up. At least you found yourself having lunch without them—for now.
Gideon’s girlfriend shakes her head, “You gotta pick.”
You squeal, “Pick!?”
“Yes, pick.”
Stammering, trying to push that night from your mind that no one will let you forget, “I c-can’t! I pick neither!”
Her face scrunches accusingly, “Neither!? Oh, come on.” She sighs, “If you don’t pick soon, they’re gonna lose their fucking minds. Well, one is gonna lose their mind regardless, but…” Each word from her elicits a stronger and stronger expression of stress from you. “If you don’t pick, both are losing their minds—so, you gotta pick!”
“Oh my god. I can’t. I cannot have this conversation! Why can’t everyone just let it—”
Her eyes widen, looking past you to the nearest door, “Hey, guys!” When you turn and see the pair, your heart races, wishing you could just disappear…off the face of the earth.
***
You couldn’t keep having these conversations. It had now actually been a week, and there was at least one a day. From all directions, it kept coming up.
Whether it was because of the conversations, or what actually happened, you couldn’t stop thinking about it—waking up to the thought of it. You’d lost count of how many mornings this past week you spent squeezing your thighs together and screaming into your pillow.
You thought it simply couldn’t get any worse than this. But, oh, it was about to get, much, much, worse. In more ways than one.
***
“Okay, screw this. You guys are making this so awkward. Would you just kiss both of them and then pick so he,” Gideon gestures to Caleb, “can stop bothering me, and so he,” then he gestures to Zayne, “can stop looking so depressed and guilty.”
Their voices overlap, their tones much different, “I’ve not been bothering you!” “I don’t look depressed.”
Gideon rolls his eyes, “Right, right. Neither of those fucking statements are true.”
His girlfriend chimes in, tapping his arm, “Babe! Quit it.”
“No! This is ridiculous, everything is so weird now, and I’m stick of it!” He looks between Caleb and Zayne, “One of you make a move before I lose my fucking mind with this situation.”
Caleb’s response is quick, “I vote I do it.”
She scowls at him, “Caleb, shut the fuck up, would you?”
With a flat expression, you put both of your hands up, “Alright, you know what? I’m leaving. Bye.”
“Pips!”
“No! Just—leave it alone, Caleb. Why do you have to always go and make everything worse, hm?” Now that one...was like a knife straight to the heart.
That same night, he sent you just a few texts…
hey…i’m sorry
really really really sorry
can we just…talk?
i promise i won’t be a dick :p
i just want to apologize
please pips
There were more, but there was another significant thread about a week later.
when are you gonna stop ignoring me?
it’s been a WEEK
i can’t take it
I’M SORRY OKAY PLEASE
:(
we need to talk call me
***
Later that same night after his second long thread of messages, a week past everyone’s arguing and two weeks past the incident, thinking the knock you heard may have been a friend from across the hall, as soon as you open the door, “Ugh! Caleb! What are you doing here? Just…” you push the door closed slowly, “go away.”
Wedging his foot between the door and its jamb, “No.”
“Caleb!”
“No.” He places a hand on the door and pushes, not hard, but a push nonetheless, “You’re gonna let me in and let me apologize.”
Grumbling your annoyances to yourself, you let him in. This was bound to come to pass anyway, better to just get it over with. Right?
Folding your arms across your chest, you look away from him. “Pips…” he sighs, "will you at least look at me?” You sigh in return, still avoiding eye contact—it was too hard to look at him right now, “I-I, I’m sorry, okay? Fuck! I don’t know what to say, I just…I can’t stand to be away from you.”
You finally look over to him, and it breaks your heart to see just how sad he truly appears when you finally get a good look at him, “Caleb…”
“It hurts, pips. It hurts so fucking badly.” His hand raises and flattens over his heart, “My chest—i-it’s like I can’t breathe. It’s driving me crazy.” He takes a step closer toward you, “I am really sorry if I hurt you.” He shakes his head, “Shit, I did hurt you. I’m so sorry. Please, just—stop being mad at me. I-I—”
You sigh again, deeper, “Caleb, I can’t just…decide. It’s…”
“You can.” Another step. “You can. We’ll just…let it go. Like you wanted in the first place. I’m sorry I didn’t do that…in the first place. This is all my fault.”
“Well…” feeling your own sense of guilt, “it’s not entirely your fault…” You end up letting out a small huffed laugh, the entire situation frankly crazy, and a bit of everyone’s fault. The three of you, that is—and for more reasons than just that one night.
Seeing the slight smile from your quiet laugh, “You have no idea how much I’ve been missing seeing you smile.”
“Caleb—”
“I’m serious.” A third step. “I can’t live without it.” A fourth.
“W-wait—”
He grabs both of your hands, “I-I know you want him. I’m not stupid, just—” his head drops and shakes again, “Please…” before he looks at you again, “Can I show you how much I want you?” Your eyes widen, a slight shake in your hands that he won’t let go of, “Please. I need to show you.” Your mouth opens to speak, but nothing comes out. “Pull away, shove me, hell, hit me and—I’ll stop. I just need to show you.” His look his earnest, deeply and fearfully earnest, “Will you let me?”
You’re frozen, the look in his eyes paralyzing you and stopping your heartbeat. “Caleb—” You take another step back but he follows, “w-wait—” he lets go of your hands as you take another step back, “Cal—”
He interrupts, “God, you’re so pretty, just—”
With the next step you take, you bump into your desk, “C-Caleb—”
Your hands raise and press against his chest. He swallows hard, “Push me away.”
“I-I—” You stop speaking completely the closer he gets, stammering due to your proximity.
Leaning in slowly, as close as he can get within the limit of your patience, his nose brushes against yours, a warm wash of his heavy breathing hitting your lips, “…Push me away.” He sighs, his eyes closing briefly before looking back at you, “That simple…just…” Your chest heaves as he tilts, his lips so close to yours without touching.
When he pushes the remainder of the distance, his eyes close and yours widen, “Mmm—!” Your left hand balls into a fist and beats down on his chest softly once as your eyes flutter from the delicateness of his kiss…then a second time, a bit softer…before your hand flattens and your eyes also close, “Mmph…”
“Mmhm…” The sound he makes affirms—relishes—in your reaction. Both of his hands raise to cup your face.
It was soft, tender, and full of longing. Full of everything he ever wanted to say. There was no tension, rivalry, alcohol, or…obstacles. No lines drawn in the sand. It just felt…real; overwhelmingly—scarily—real. It was the scariest thing you have ever done together—and that was saying something considering all that you’ve been through together.
When he pulls back, you can hardly focus, “See? Just—” He presses his lips against yours again, holding you close by your face, his fingertips adding the slightest bit of pressure as he attempts to reserve his desperation of this moment—this long awaited moment.
Letting you breathe, your voice is a soft moan, “Cal—” but he comes right back, “Mmm—” You feel yourself melting, giving into the soft touch he provides, feeling a much different feeling than that night. That night was lust, this is…
“Mmm—” He breaks away, giving you several soft kisses against your lips, the corner of your mouth, all while you go slack. Mumbling against your skin between kisses, “P-please, just… I-I—” He can’t finish, not without pressing his lips back against yours more passionately.
He lets his fingertips slip from your cheeks, gliding down and over your jaw, coiling past your neck and up and into your hair. Trying to tame himself, his grip in your hair gets tighter and tighter before it suddenly loosens. Breaking apart from your lips, both of you heaving, he presses his forehead against yours, “…Well?”
His eyes widen when your hands slide up from his chest and grip the back of his neck, pulling him back against your lips for another kiss. Left stunned, as soon as you speak, “Show me. Keep—” he’s right back against your skin, providing a less controlled kiss.
When he pulls back, “Mmm—oh my—” you don’t let him continue to speak, needing—badly so—to keep exploring whatever this feeling was, buried deep under the surface of your skin.
Sinking into it, losing yourselves in it, he’s quickly switching the angle, bringing his face back only an inch as his nose brushes against yours only to crash back down. This happens a few different times, the lasting kiss only getting deeper, more desperate—your mouths slowly opening for each other in the process.
Strangely, you can feel his reservation, and so you’re first, slipping your tongue into his mouth to meet his own. Timid at first, this turns into both of your heads cocked heavily to the side, welcoming each other gladly and rubbing the flats of your tongues against the other. It was like you already knew what he would taste like. Sweet, warm, and like a place you could call home…
Pressed against your desk, he parts from you when there’s an opening, gripping behind your left knee with his right hand, dragging it up along his own leg. As soon as he has your thigh up high enough, his lips are back on yours. He doesn’t push too far, try to wrap it around his hip, or explore too thoroughly, he simply holds your leg against his body, his fingertips squeezing your skin as his weight is able to bear down harder onto you.
With the ability to press into you more openly, you feel his hard length press into you. “S-sorry—ngh—”
“It’s o-okay—” It wasn’t, but right then…you wanted it to be. “W-we—” You moan when his lips find your jaw, then your neck—a lot more tender than that night. “Oh m-my god—” The feeling of his lips breaks and you can feel him smile against your skin before his lips are back on you, parted and pressing open mouth kisses to your neck until he reaches just beneath your ear.
“S-sorry that I gave you a hickey—” he pants against your neck, “I saw it…” He gently kisses the exact same spot the hickey was that by now had faded. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to...”
You almost laugh, “Y-yes, you did.”
He groans, pressing his mouth back to that spot, sucking softly. “I w-won’t do it again, I’m sorry.” He kisses your skin, “I’m sorry. So sorry…”
“Mhm—ngh—”
Suddenly, he drops your leg and both of his hands return to your face, kissing you deeply, so long that you start to get dizzy and push on his chest lightly—seeking air. “Do y-you want me to stop?”
“Mm-mm. Just—” You felt nauseous, strange and somehow deliciously nauseous, “C-can’t breathe—”
He laughs softly, kissing your cheek. “I’ll catch you if you pass out.”
“Caleb!” You flick his chest with your finger.
“Sorry.” He smiles, leaning back in hesitantly to kiss you again, waiting for you to tilt in his direction before doing anything.
When you come back together again, it’s somehow more desperate than before. The desperation peaks to the sounds of throaty moans following from one to the next, exchanged by a lasting connection. Without warning, he bites your bottom lip, not too hard, but still. You whine, feeling the pressure of his length against you.
Unprompted, he pulls away, his voice different than it was minutes ago, “He’d probably tell you I’m an asshole.” He kisses you again, “Could never like you the way I say I do.” Again, harder, “That I could never be gentle with you. He has no idea.”
“C-Caleb—”
“He doesn’t deserve you. Couldn’t care for you like me. Couldn’t protect you like me.” He stares into your eyes piercingly, your skin burning not just from his touch, but also the searing intensity of this look in particular, “All I think about is this.” He grips your face, planting his lips on yours again, “Only this.”
“Mmm—”
Leaving you gasping, he suddenly drops to his knees. His hands find your hips, his face rubbing against your stomach. Your hands reach down and tentatively touch his shoulders, not knowing what to expect. “Just—” His fingers barely tip up the hem of your shirt, his lips hardly grazing your skin.
“I just—” His nose digs into your torso as he exhales deeply, “I want…” You feel like you’re trembling, unsure if what’s happening is actually real—actually happening. “I-I want to make you feel good.” His lips touch your skin again before he looks up at you, “So good… If you’ll let me…”
A hot flush rises in your cheeks and your stomach drops—picturing it, “I d-don’t know…”
“Fuck. Sorry, I’m s-sorry. I shouldn’t…say that…just—I do. I always do…” his hands grip your hips tighter as he presses his face back into your torso, his voice a whisper, “so fucking badly.”
Collecting himself and letting you go, he stands back up quickly, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry— I’m not trying to pressure you, I—”
You cut him off with your lips on his for a quick, rushed kiss, “H-how would you do it, hm?”
“O-oh—” he nearly coughs, his face immediately getting more flushed than it already is, “Lots of ways…lots, pips.”
“…You said you wanted to show me, so…show me.”
He stammers, practically groaning outwardly, “Y-you’re sure? Like—are you fucking with me, o-or…?”
Driven by a deep dark place of curiosity lusting to test the level of his devotion, “I am not fucking with you.”
“Don’t. I-I—” he grips your face again with both hands, “I want to. I—” His lips hover over yours, looking for restraint and unable to find it—anywhere. This was insane. Internally, you both acknowledged as much, but…you just had to get it out. You had to see what would happen.
Fuck it, he thought. Selfishly and pathetically, he thought if he did a good enough job, he could win this game Zayne and he had been playing for years.
“Okay—mmm—o-okay, yeah.” You smile softly, enjoying the sound of nerves that don’t usually accompany him or his demeanor. Your grin is cut short though when he’s pressing back into you with his body, his lips back on yours. When he pulls away again, the look in his eyes and the subsequent shift in his tone sends a raking shiver down the entire length of your spine, “Lay down.”
Both extremely jittery, you hardly speak over the next several moments. You sit down at the end edge of your bed, bracing yourself to scoot back with your hands. Before you can get too far, “W-wait.” You stop, and he leans in, hooking his fingers into your pants. You lift your hips, the eye contact between the both of you searing you to your core.
Before he can settle between your legs, his lips land on your knee first, trailing up your thigh, “So pretty…” Eventually, he’s settling in between your thighs, running his warm palms up and down your skin, “You’re beautiful. So beautiful.” He trails light kisses to your thighs.
He laughs into your thigh, “I have to cope with humor and being a dick or I’ll lose my fucking mind.” His voice gets more serious again, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He exhales against your skin, pressing several kisses into your thighs between words, each kiss a bit deeper, adding a pressure that sends a shock through your nervous system, “So, so, so…mmm…sorry…”
Stopping himself, he looks up at you, “Tell me if you want me to stop.” You nod, but that’s not enough, “Pips, I’m serious.”
“Mmhm, mhm…I-I will…”
He sits up again, “Good…” His fingers slip under the edge of your panties at your hips and pull. Once they’re completely off, he swallows hard, trying to silence a soft hum from his throat at the sight of you.
It was shy at first, timid. He presses a light kiss against the rounded curve of your pubic bone, not quite touching you—yet. Again, a little lower. Acknowledging the pure insanity happening—that you gave permission to happen—you let your head fall back onto the pillows.
His voice is soft and quiet, “Look at me. …Look, I’ll show you.” He kisses with more pressure, directly over the hood of your clit.
“S-shit.”
“Just,” open, his mouth hovers over you, deep pants washing over your skin, “watch me, hm?” When he spoke those last words, his bottom lip grazes your skin. Holding your eye contact, he lets his tongue jut from his mouth, softly stroking your skin over your hidden clit.
“Mmm—oh—”
He does so again, but with slightly more pressure, “Mhm…”
“C-Caleb—”
“I’m right here. Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”
You nod, swallowing harshly, “Mhm, y-yeah.”
“I’ll go slow.” Eventually, that became a lie. But not quite yet. It was slow, at first.
He makes gradual, soft licks over your slit until it naturally parts, already wet from the time spent against your desk, providing easy access to your clit as he pushes up. His tongue is warm, so fucking warm—the thought, feeling, and taste of it still lingering in your mind and mouth. In between licks, to calm the nerves surrounding you both, his lips press soft kisses against your skin.
When his tongue becomes more intentional and lasting, your chest starts heaving, the flat then more pointed motions causing your stomach to sink into knots.
With each squirm, he flattens, rocking the rounded center base of his tongue up and down in a slow grinding sensation. With each sigh and instance of relaxation, he points, flicking and circling your clit lightly, waiting for whatever motion would elicit the strongest reaction. He is surprised to find you reacted in particular to the slow, soft, yet intentional grind rather than any deliberate flick with his tongue.
He doesn’t mind though, this meant his mouth could be closer to you, taste you more openly, and if he just…let his mouth close around you, he could consume you completely.
The pull of his mouth has you lacing your fingers into his hair, pressing your body closer to him and pulling him in, “Caleb—oh m-my god—”
“That’s it—mmm—hold onto me.” From here, he increases in fervor, hums sounding from his throat at each physical and vocal reaction from you he obtains. Lost in the feeling and unable to focus on anything else, you miss him driving his hips forward into the mattress.
“Nngh—I-I—”
He pulls away, voice raspy, “Don’t stop looking at me.” He can barely finish his sentence before his mouth is back on you.
“S-shit—your tongue—oh m-my—” Realization settling in on who was about to make you cum, you minorly—for lack of a better word—start to freak out. “W-wait—wait—oh my fucking—nngh! God! I’m—f-fuck—wait—m’gonna, m’gonna—!”
Despite your words and your shock, you don’t let go of his hair nor do you stop the soft bucking of your hips, grinding your soaking wet cunt against his mouth. His eyes practically light up before relaxing into a heavy-lidded gaze again, moaning against your skin from the depth of his throat, not once stopping the movements from his tongue.
In short, unlike you pleaded, he doesn’t wait. After all, there was no “stop” in that broken sentence.
As soon as you start to properly lose yourself, your thighs tightening against his head, your head landing back into the pillows as your back arches, his hands snap up from your thighs to palm your hips, gently pressing and holding you down. When you relax into it, his hands slip underneath your shirt, gripping around your waist—only your waist.
“Mmmph—! Caleb! Oh m-my—y-you—ngh!” It feels like a never ending wave, his tongue particularly delicate against your clit to continue the feeling and ensure you ride out each and every portion of this violent feeling.
He offers only slight respite when you start to calm down, “Oh my god.” He licks you teasingly again, eliciting a whine, “You—” again, “T-that was—mmmph—” He pushes back in, lacking restraint and wrapping his lips around your clit to gently suck until you’re whimpering loudly.
“H-hey—” Your head snaps back up, only to see him with his eyes closed, “C-Caleb—nngh! Oh, f-fuck—I’m—”
Sucking a moment longer, when you sound near to exasperated tears through a shriek, he flattens, grinding his tongue against your clit until you cum for a second time.
Panting in pathetic, broken breaths, “O-okay—nngh—h-holy fuck—you showed m-me…” you breathe out deeply, “…y-you…showed…me…”
He chuckles, pulling away from between your legs before plopping down right beside you, a bit more like his usual self.
When you turn your head toward him, he’s already looking at you. You both share a glance to each other’s lips. You both know you probably shouldn’t, but…
Your eyes trail further, instantly landing on the painfully obvious outline of his hard cock through his pants. A thought crosses your mind, but when it passes, you both turn to look at one another with blushing faces. “No, n-no. Seriously. I…I just wanted to do that.” He chuckles quietly, “Well, um,” he clears his throat, “sorry.” You laugh, biting back a smile. “Sorry! W-what’d you expect, I just—”
He just made you cum with his mouth, twice. You press both of your palms against your face and interrupt him, “Oh, god…”
“It was really hot, you know. You’re pretty when you cum—really pretty…” Tentatively, his lips gently touch your shoulder, “Can I do it again?”
Your voice is muffled by your hands, “Caleb!”
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I’m pushing my luck.” Knowing you well and sensing that you’re now feeling abashed, naked from the waist down with him fully clothed, he hops up out of bed. Also knowing where you’re likely to keep your things, he finds a pair of underwear and some shorts.
Walking back over, he hands them to you, slowly sitting back down, “…Thanks.”
While you’re wiggling yourself into the articles of clothing he brought you, he lays back down beside you. Once you’re dressed again, his forehead presses into your shoulder, “I meant everything I said, pips.” He sighs, lifting his head to look at you, “I—”
“Don’t.” You sigh before stammering, “W-we…”
“Why not?” His hand brushes against yours before pulling away, “Fine…” He sighs, “You already know. Of course you do. Just…think about what I said then, yeah?”
“M-mhm, y-yeah, I will…”
***
Perturbed and exasperated, Gideon exclaims on the other end of the phone, “Excuse me, what the fuck happened!?”
“It was so hot.”
“Okay, my god. Less details. As few as possible, actually.”
“I can’t stop jacking off.”
“DUDE! UGH, my god…fucking EW!” He sighs deeply on the other end of the call, mulling over the details shared against his will, “…She didn’t…?”
“No, no. I didn’t want her to. I didn’t ask.”
“Bro.”
“What!?”
“My god. This—t-this just keeps getting worse! You’re insane. Everything about this is insane! What the fuck!”
“Just because she didn’t—”
“That is not why I’m saying this is insane! …My god, dude.” He didn’t have the heart to tell Caleb that if you didn’t choose him, it would quite literally break him. He knew his best friend well—too well. The more this escalated, the harder the fall from grace would become.
***
A few days pass and you receive a voicemail. Conveniently, Caleb and you had both been busy, only seeing each other in passing with a subtle blush, maybe a text or two here and there.
Getting a moment to listen to the voicemail, “Hey…you, um…you never got the chance to open your gift, I don’t think. Could we…talk, maybe? You could open it and we could…talk—yeah. Why don’t you give me a call back when you can, okay? Alright, bye.”
Only a few hours later, you’re sat with Zayne at the end of your bed in your dorm. Your eyes are fixated on the small snowflake pendant of a dainty necklace. “I-it’s so beautiful, thank you. I—”
He interrupts you by clearing his throat, “I know we shouldn’t talk about it, but—I really am sorry, again. Um, you know me, don’t really drink—ever—so, I-I—”
“Zayne, seriously. It’s okay. We’re okay. This is a really sweet gift, thank you. Would you…” you cautiously hold out the necklace to him, “put it on for me?”
“Y-yeah, yeah. Of course.” You switch the angle you’re sitting at, turning your back to him. He swallows, “Will you…”
“Oh, yeah! Sorry…” Using one hand, you sweep all of your hair forward and over one shoulder.
He gulps quietly, a knot forming in his throat while staring at the same spot on your neck he put his mouth that night. Holding the chain in one hand, both of his arms come around you, his other hand unclasping the hook to bring the necklace toward you and lay it over your neck.
His voice is quiet, “Okay, there.”
Lifting your hair out and over the necklace, you turn back around with a smile, touching the pendant with your fingertips. “Thank you, Zayne.”
“You’re welcome. It looks really pretty on you.” You blush, your hands falling to your lap. Feeling a sense of emboldenment similar to that night, he tips forward, “Really…pretty…”
Your voice is a hushed whisper, “Zayne…”
His eyes dart to your lips before back up, “You’re really pretty…”
You both tip and tilt, slow and full of caution, until your voice cracks out of guilt and you speak suddenly, “C-Caleb and I— W-we kissed—like actually, kissed. I-I, I’m—”
His voice is sudden and surprisingly smooth—calm, “Did you get it out of your system?”
Your eyes widen, “W-what?”
“Did you both get it out of your system?”
“I-I—I think so—but…” you shake your head and swallow, your eyes snapping shut a moment, “we did more than—”
“Stop.” He blinks in a similar manner, turning his head slightly, “I don’t care.” Turning back toward you, glancing at your lips again, “Honestly, I don’t care.” He sighs, “He’s not right for you, you know that, right?” He looks into your eyes with a serious, pleading look, “He’s incapable of being right for you.”
You sigh, “Zayne—”
“Not even close to enough. Too arrogant. Too easily angered.” His jaw clenches, “If you think you owe him something, you don’t.” He shakes his head, “You don’t owe anyone anything.” He glances back to your lips—each sentence between the both of you bringing you closer, “You don’t…owe me anything.”
You feel his fingertips brush your thigh, “Just tell me, do you like me how I think you do? …Do you…like me how I like you?”
Your eyes flick across his face, processing the depths of his expression, “…Yes.”
“Good.” He leans even closer, his breath washing over your lips, “That’s all I need to know.” Slowly, the mattress dips the further you both lean into one another, “Nothing else.”
The kiss you share is a gentle, timid exchange, timed perfectly with a longing sigh from each of you, “Mmmph—” It’s slow and sweet at first, both of your hands reserved and either in your lap or on the bed.
He reaches out first, his left hand crossing over your waist to grip your right hip. He pulls away, “I-I’m sorry, you don’t— I’m not trying to—” Your arms snaking up his shoulders and around his neck silence him instantly.
You bring your lips closer to his again, your voice nearly an inaudible whisper, “Kiss me.” His eyes search yours thoroughly, searching for any resistance. When he finds none, he meets you again, much less tempered. “Mmm—”
As you hold yourself to him, his hand on your hip slides down your thigh, a slight tug under your knee bringing your thigh up onto his leg. When you break away, you both have a tame smile, one that only grows as he brushes his nose against yours.
You anchor your palms on his shoulders, swinging your thigh completely over his lap to straddle him. Despite still wearing a small smile, his eyes widen. You don’t allow that expression to last long though, cupping his face in your hands before crashing your lips down onto his.
As the kiss deepens, you feel the rim of his glasses touch your skin. Pulling away with a gasp, you both release a quiet laugh when you simultaneously reach for them. “Can I?”
His hand backs off, “Mhm…” Slowly, you pull them off his face. It was a rare sight—Zayne without his glasses. Your gaze softens when you truly get a good look them.
“Y-you—you’re so…handsome.” The flush already present on his skin immediately deepens. “I’ve— …I’ve always thought that.”
Sat in his lap, holding his glasses between your chests, both of his hands come up to your face, his thumbs stroking over your cheeks, “You’re…the most…beautiful woman I’ve ever seen—I’ve ever known.” Forgetting his glasses are still in your hands, you tilt toward his lips, “I’ve always thought that.” You both share another warm smile, the confession—while innocent and secretly already known—feeling so good to release and say aloud. “I’ll…always think that.”
The following kiss is intimately tender, your heads craning in opposite directions at the feeling of a more opened mouth kiss. Without parting from your lips, his hands gently take his glasses from yours, extending his arm out once he has them to place them on the bed as far as he can without leaving you.
As soon as he’s finished, his arms coil around your waist, drawing you closer to him. Between kisses, “Mm…I m-meant…what…I said…you don’t—ngh—owe me…anything.”
“Mhm,” you kiss him passionately again, your hips driving down into his lap, “I know.”
After falling back onto the bed together, somehow things end up scooted to the headboard as a cozy make-out ensues. Eventually, both on your sides, you’re completely entangled, one of his legs between yours. Without realizing it, you start grinding onto his thigh, desperate to feel more friction as soon as his tongue slips into your mouth.
Breathless, he pulls away, a small smile on his lips, his cheeks and ears completely flush. The look he gives you prompts you, “W-what?”
“N-nothing, you—” He doesn’t finish, instead applying pressure with his body until you’re completely on your back and only he is left on his side. Leaning in to kiss you again, his hand gently rests on your thigh, slowly working inward and gripping, squeezing your leg. Sighing into your mouth, his hand gets closer and further between your legs, feeling the warmth between them.
Your hand lands on top of his, delicately brushing your fingertips over his knuckles. Together, the pair of your hands slides up until his fingers are flush between your legs, applying a bit of pressure.
Deepening the kiss, you moan into his mouth when he intentionally rubs your clothed cunt, the base of his palm creating additional pressure near your pubic bone.
Eventually, his fingers slip beneath the confines of your pants and panties, “Is this okay?” You nod, angling toward him as his middle finger slips between your slit. He bites back a groan when immediately feeling how wet you already are.
“M-mhm—ngh—”
Dipping down, his finger drags back up and lands on your clit. His voice is quiet before he starts moving, “You’re sure?”
When you nod again, the pad of his finger delicately circles your clit, “Y-yes—oh m-my—”
“You’re so pretty.” His face nuzzles into your neck, his lips placing soft delicate kisses against your skin, “Beautiful…”
The tip of his middle finger is gentle, coaxing, and slow—easily drawing a moan from your lips. You sigh, a relaxation happening that spreads from your chest and out—everywhere, “Z-Zayne…”
“Tell me if,” his lips press against your jaw, “you want me to stop, hm?”
You nod against the pillow, “Mhm—y-yeah.”
“Good.” He sits partially up, his face hovering above yours. His eyes flick across your expression, stopping at your furrowed brows, your soft eyes, your parted lips…
His breath washes over your lips, his own mouth parting at the sound of a whine from you, his lips touching yours but offering no kiss. Your voice is a whisper, “I-it feels s-so good—ngh—”
“You look…” Your head hardly lifts, both of you teasing one another with the subtle touch of your lips, each gasp from your mouth making him shudder. With the feeling of his finger circling your clit, eventually—quickly—a moan breaks past your lips but is shortly silenced by his mouth crashing down onto yours.
As his tongue slips into your mouth, your legs raise, your knees up as you wiggle and start to squirm, the feeling of release quickly building. When you moan loudly into his mouth, it only makes him press his weight further into you, groaning in return.
Tipping back, his lips press into your cheek, his voice hoarse, “I want you to cum…”
“I-I—oh my god—”
“Mmhm…” You moan again not only to his intentional movements on your clit, but also to the feeling of his hard cock pressing against your thigh, a slow movement forward from his hips driving the pressure further.
“Z-Zayne—ngh!”
“That’s it…” Your head turns toward his, desperate to get your lips back on his.
The look in his eyes is one you’ve absolutely never seen before, your lips teasing each other again before leaning into it completely, your hips softly bucking into his hand when your lips finally meet, “Mmmph—”
You don’t stop kissing until your moans become overwhelming, your head turning away and down into the pillows, “Oh m-my god—nngh!” His face immediately nuzzles into your neck again, his mouth slow and tender in how he sucks your flesh, the drag of his finger slowing as he works you through the raw, tantalizing feeling.
He’s already starting to crawl on top of you before his hand completely leaves your panties. “Zayne—h-holy sh—” You can’t finish speaking before he’s recklessly meeting you for another kiss, his body wedging between your thighs as his hips drive into you.
“I’m s-sorry—” his lips press against yours again, “just—” again, deeper. You pull him closer, your hands threading into the hair at the nape of his neck.
Wrapping your legs around the low point of his waist, and in a moment between kisses, “Z-Zayne—”
His face nuzzles back into your neck, his mouth leaving a trail of sloppy kisses, “Mm—y-yeah?”
“I-I—ngh,” you moan to the feeling of his hard cock pressing into you, “I want y-you inside me.” He groans loudly into your skin, his teeth grazing your skin in restraint.
Taking a moment to respond, his hips roll forward several times—picturing it...imagining it. He’s not sure he really heard what he thought he did. Pulling his face out from your neck, he presses his forehead against yours, “Y-you—a-are you—”
You interrupt by getting your lips back on his, mumbling against his skin, “Y-yes—mm—yes.”
His hips don’t stop, “Do you hav— Are you really—ngh—sure?”
“Yes a-and yes.” You both let out a quiet, light laugh before kissing again.
“Mmhm—god, mhm—I want you…so badly.”
Your hands reach for the bottom of his thin sweater, starting to lift and tug, “Off. Take this off.” With zero hesitation, he sits up onto his knees and practically tears the garment off and over his head. Your fingertips delicately touch the skin of his abs, trailing upward toward his chest, “Y-you…"
His hands touch the hem of your shirt, “Can I?”
You sit up to support the action, “Mhm…”
“You’re so…beautiful— I’m—” You don’t let him continue, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him back down again.
Only a few short minutes later, you’re both completely undressed, somewhere in between you leaned and reached over to your nightstand, fumbling around for a condom while he kissed your thighs, your stomach, your arms…
Up on his knees in front of you, your eyes are fixated on his cock, the flush pink of his tip matching perfectly to his lips. You clench at the sight of a bead of slickness just before he rolls the latex down onto himself, “You’re sure? Please, tell me if—”
You smile, forcing your eyes back up to his to interrupt, “Yes, more than sure.”
He smiles softly, “Mhm—o-okay…” Bending down again, his mouth trails up your thighs before placing a light kiss against the top of your slit, driving a quiet moan from you and a groan from him against your skin. The thought…another time…crosses both of your minds—but instead land on simply being desperate to feel each other instead.
His mouth follows up your stomach, between your breasts, and back to your neck. By the time he’s at your neck, his cock is pressing into you, anticipation spreading between the both of you. He lifts to look at you properly, “Tell me if—”
You cut him off, your brows raising, “Zayne.”
He blushes, kissing you lightly instead, “Sorry. I’ll stop.” You nod with a small smile, wanting his lips back on yours instead.
Slowly with the support of his hand, he guides the head of his cock along your slit, the graze against your clit before back down to your entrance leaving you whining. Watching carefully, he guides himself, sinking his tip inside your twitching cunt. You both gasp, quickly sharing a look. Letting himself go, both of his arms prop himself up beside you as you wrap your legs around his waist, the adjustment causing him to sink further.
Your voices overlap, “Oh my god—mmm.” “Zayne—ngh—y-you…”
Pressing his forehead against yours, his brows knitting deeply as he pushes deeper, “Is t-this okay?”
“M-mmhm—” your voice cracks, “ngh—y-yes.”
Until he’s completely inside you, the kisses are slow, soft, and teasing, tiny whines from you and deep hums from him. Once he’s filling you to the brim, the pressure its most intense and with no space between you, you both moan, abandoning the intimacy of a soft kiss for a much deeper one. With your lips locked, his hips move back before driving forward again at a controlled pace.
When that pace picks up, you gasp, cocking your head back and away from his lips, tilting into the pillows beneath your head. “You’re—ngh—this is…”
“Mmhm—oh m-my god—will you, aah—thrust a little—mmm—faster…”
“Ngh—m-mhm…” Trying to temper himself as to not lose control too quickly, he still does as you ask. The subtle rock of his hips becoming one of intention, a small tilt each time toward the end, “You feel s-so good—”
“I-it’s—” You gasp and are silenced when one of his hands lowers, his palm applying a light pressure between the low of your stomach and the top of your pubic bone. Not, whatsoever, expecting the move from him, “Zayne—ngh!”
His voice loses its sense of control, “I want to feel you cum—mmm—while I’m inside.” The buck of his hips is not only now faster, but also harder, the pressure from him, his hand, and the tilt of his hips growing in how overwhelming it becomes.
When loud moans start to fall from your lips more frequently, he watches your expression carefully, his own lips parted, low moans coming him. “Mhm—” His palm lets up on the pressure, his thumb finding your clit instead, creating a bit more distance between you two.
“H-holy shit—ngh—y-you—”
“I’m right here—mmph—”
“D-don’t stop—oh m-my god—m’gonna—” Your voice cracks into a loud moan, your legs squeezing tighter around the low point of his waist, inadvertently forcing his thumb off your clit and his arm out from between you.
Your hands paw at his shoulders, tugging him down and closer, the thrust of his hips even faster as he buries his face in your neck. “Mmm—o-oh my—I’m—” Still not recovered, you shudder to the feeling his mouth—his teeth—sinking into your neck, a loud groan reverberating against your skin as his hips snap forward, slowing in speed but increasing in strength as he quickly finds his own release.
“Z-Zayne—ngh!” You feel his cock twitch, your walls squeezing down around him, “Kiss m-me.” When his face departs from your neck, his mouth is slack and hovering above yours, another firm thrust forward from his hips as he continues to cum. The kiss is sloppy—needy—each of you exchanging deep moans trapped between your lips, his hips eventually slowing.
After several sweet, gentle kisses surrounded by endless panting, he’s careful in how he pulls out of you, your legs lowering beside him. Once you’re both laying beside each other again, you turn nearly simultaneously, sharing a look and immediately blushing, a quiet yet affectionate laugh coming from both of you.
***
“He did what!? And you fucking let him!?” Surprisingly, this was one story Gideon didn’t let slip to his girlfriend; probably because he didn’t want to think about it—not one bit.
“It’s…” you sigh, deeply, “there’s more.”
“More!?”
… … …
“You two did WHAT!? Yesterday!?”
You flail your arms across the table, “Shh, SHUSH! Oh my god…”
She points a finger toward your neck, “Wait—what are you wearing?”
… … …
“Oh. My. God.” She lowers her head before letting it snap back up, “Well…you’re fucked. Like, so…extremely…fucked.” What she didn’t want to say was: he’s going to find out. They’re both going to find out. Imminently. Technically, Zayne already knew. Well, sort of. He didn’t know what he knew exactly, but he knew.
You groan, folding your arms over the table and laying your head within. You knew you were, indeed, utterly fucked.
***
It only took a few days for that information—all of it—to slip amongst the group. Truthfully, you had no one to blame but yourself. But them, too; however, the guilt you felt was plenty strong enough to place everything on yourself.
Once that information made its way around, it took no time at all for Caleb to be barging back through your door. Only this time, it wasn’t to apologize.
Before he even can speak, he paces around your dorm, taking only a few steps back and forth while you bite the nail of your index finger. “You’re saying y-you don’t— I thought…” He laughs, and that scares you. “I’ve—I’ve been alone in these feelings for years? Sitting around like a dumb, pathetic third wheel?”
“Caleb…”
“No, no. You know what?” He finally stops moving, turning to face you instead. “Say it.” He exhales slowly, “Say you feel absolutely nothing for me.” You sigh, your lips parting but no sound leaves them, “Not one single thing. That it’s all just for him, hm?”
“I-I—”
“Go on. Not one, tiny, burning thing that eats at you from the inside like it does to me. I need to hear it and I’ll let it go. Forever.”
“C-Caleb—I—”
“You c-can’t just—ah! You drive me insane! I know I’m not insane. I saw how you looked at me. How you kissed me!” He folds his arms over his chest, “So, please, say it.”
“I-I can’t! I fucking can’t, okay!? Are you happy!? God, you’re so—” He’s quick to close the gap, taking your face in his hands and pressing his lips against yours, “Mmm—” your hands are weak against his chest when he pulls away, searching your eyes only to come back more intensely, “Cal—”
His jaw clenches as he presses his forehead against yours and his eyes close, his voice quiet, “Do you actually think…he loves you how I do?” He lets you go, stepping back. “He can’t! It’s—It’d be impossible!” You stand in place, your chest heaving. “I love you.”
Your head tilts to the side in warning, your jaw clenching as you give him a stern look, “Stop it.”
“Did he tell you he loves you?”
Your breathing shudders, “Caleb, I’m serious.”
“I. Love. You.” He steps closer again, “I know. I fucking know some part you loves me, too. Loves me more than what we say on the surface.”
“Caleb!”
He comes right back, “If he won’t say it, I will. I love you. I love—”
While you interrupt, “S-stop…please, I-I—” he’s close enough to take your face in his hands again.
“I love you.” There’s a brief silence as you stare at one another. In the midst of the silence, your breathing only mutually gets faster and faster before you’re recklessly coming together in a heated kiss.
Between passionate kisses, “Just—ngh—stop…talking…”
“Whatever—mmm—you have…had—it can’t—ngh—I know…it’s not…like this.” He breaks away properly, staring at you intensely, watching for any micro expression written on your face, “It can’t be.”
Your lips brush but don’t properly touch, “Just—stop it…” You’re the one to meet him intensely this time.
“Ngh—no—” He pulls you off his mouth using his hands, “Look at us!” You come right back, “Mmm—” He repeats the process, his forehead pressing against yours as he speaks affectionately, “Look at you…” He returns, a groan from his mouth to yours, “Fuck—you make me crazy.” Again, and again, between each confession, “So fucking crazy… I need this… I need you…” Each time he speaks between a kiss, it only makes you come back to him needier than the time before, “Say stop—mmm—right now—ngh—and I’ll stop.”
Without the time to respond, he’s already kissing you again, “Ngh—oh m-my god—mmm—” His hands leave your face and find your waist, then your hips, walking you the short distance back until your back presses against the door of your dorm.
Breaking away with a gasp, he speaks earnestly, restraint slipping further and further away with each kiss, “Say it.”
“Y-you—”
He interrupts, “Hm?” He takes your hands and lifts your arms above your head and against the door, “What do I have to do, hm?” Pushing his fingers into your palms, he threads his fingers into yours until they’re laced, “It’s me.” Holding you there, his lips are back on yours, speaking yet again between desperate kisses, “You h-have to—tell me—to stop.”
“D-don’t stop.”
“Again.” His lips touch the corner of your mouth as you moan from the pressure he creates with his hands—his body, “Tell me again.”
“Don’t s-stop.”
His tone then carries a certain grit that makes your blood boil, “One more time.”
“Fuck you! Don’t fucking st—” Silencing you mid-sentence, his lips quickly make their way back to yours, “Mmph…”
He breaks away with a gasp, “Oh, now you’re mad at me, huh?” With his breathing rapid and beating down against your mouth, “How long can you keep that up? Were you mad when you were practically screaming my name when I made you cum?” His knee slips between your legs, “Didn’t seem mad to me.”
You huff, “Y-you’re such a—”
He interrupts, “Go ahead.” He presses more of his weight into you, “If it makes you feel better, I can take it.”
“Asshole!”
He nods, “Mhm, that’s right.” His hands squeeze yours tighter, “Deny all you want. All you need to. Doesn’t change this feeling, does it?”
The look in your eyes tempts him to crash down again, “Mm—ngh!”
When you nip his bottom lip with your teeth, he parts from you, a small smile in tow before he comes back down, “Mhm, that’s it—f-fuck—mmm—”
Suddenly, he lets go of your arms, dropping to his knees—like he did before, only this time it wasn’t out of desperation. Instead, his movements contained an unrestrained desire to prove you wrong. So wrong.
He presses his lips against your clothed cunt, applying ample pressure with his mouth while his fingers sink underneath all of the fabric at your hips. Once his mouth is off you, he’s yanking everything down with a swift tug. Slowly, both of you taking labored, angry, breaths, he lifts your feet one at a time to get your clothes completely off while staring up at you.
When you’re bare from your bottom half down—again, rather than do what you think he might, he grips your hips in his hands hard, turning you around and pressing you against the door. “O-oh—” You’re silenced by the feeling of his teeth nipping your ass, descending to bite your thigh, and your ass again before upward toward your hip. Each bite makes you whine, your hands pressed against the door beside your chest providing you the only distance from the door.
Standing back up, he draws your hips back toward his own, the feeling of his hard length contained by coarse jeans making you moan. Letting go of your hips, his hands slowly brush all of your hair to one side of your shoulder and over, finding the clasp of your necklace.
His fingers delicately find the clasp and unlock it, slowly pulling it off your neck. “I don’t…” from one end, he holds the chain near the door and beside your face turned against the wood, “want to look at this.” As soon as he finishes speaking, he drops it to the ground. With force, his hands come down on the door, his face leaning in toward your exposed neck, his lips pressing back into you, causing you to gasp.
His lips find your ear, “I should give you another hickey.” His teeth nip the edge of your ear, “As many as I can, actually.” You whimper softly when his right hand leaves the door and snakes around your waist, pulling you closer against his body. “That way…” he lowers slightly and presses his lips tenderly against your neck, “he’ll get the message—” again, with more fervor, “not…to touch…what’s mine.”
You can’t help but moan, especially when his right hand drops from your waist and weaves down between your thighs. You whimper when his middle finger pushes past your slit, his lips on your neck again. He chuckles quietly against your skin, “You like that idea, hm? You’re already so fucking wet. Ready for me to make you cum again, huh?”
“S-shit—Caleb—”
“Mm-mm, I’ve got you right where I want you.” His teeth nip your ear again, “…Right where I think you want to be, hm?”
You moan loudly as his middle finger toys with your clit, nodding against the door, “Mmhm—ngh!”
“Good… I’m curious, pips. Did he get you this wet, hm? Did you even cum?”
“F-fuck—shut u-up, stop t-talking.”
“Mm-mm. I want to know. Were you grinding your cute ass on him before he fucked you? Soaking wet just from kissing him?” He arches over slightly, pulling you closer, slowly slipping his finger into your dripping cunt, causing a loud gasp to rip from your throat. “Where did he put his mouth, hm?” Quickly, your right hand snaps off the door to grab his wrist, but not to stop him—to anchor yourself. “I need to know…” Retracting his middle finger almost completely out of you, he pushes back in with the addition of his index finger. “…So I can put my mouth there instead.”
Your grip on his wrist loosens, “Oh m-my god—”
“Mhm—fuck—you feel so good—”
“Caleb—h-holy fuck—”
“Mm-mm, wanna make you cum just like this—with just my fingers.” His voice becomes a whisper, “Remember, I told you. …Lots, and lots, of ways.”
Pumping in and out, his lips touch your neck between each stroke of his fingers, “With my mouth—hmph, did that—now with my fingers…” You moan with each angle change and twitch. He only presses his cock harder against your ass, “I think you know what’s next after that…”
“Oh my god—nngh—”
“S’warm…s’cute—wrapped around my fingers like this…” Intentionally, the pads of his fingers gently press into your G-spot with slight pressure, “Did he touch this?”
You eek out a pathetic moan, his voice a hiss by your ear, “With his fingers or his dick, hm?”
“Fucking—nngh! S-shut up…”
His teeth sink into your neck like they did that night, hard, “Doesn’t matter.”
“S-shit—”
He groans, “That’s it, gonna cum already, hm?”
“N-no—ngh—”
“Mmm, but I can feel it—“ his fingers push against and massage the spongy wall of flesh, “you’re squeezing me.” His tongue runs along your neck before he speaks again, “God, this would feel so fucking good around my cock.”
“C-Caleb—I’m—”
He interrupts, his voice smug in your ear, “Thinking about my dick inside you, hm?”
“Nngh! M’gonna—oh m-my god—w-wait—”
“No more waiting. I want you to cum—just…like…this.” When you start to shake and whine, you release his wrist completely and press your hand back against the door as his fingers curl and press, “Picture it’s me, deep inside you—” He moans when feeling your walls clench around his fingers as a direct result of his words, “Mmm—fuck.” His voice becomes gravely when you start trembling, moaning loudly as you cum, “Mhm—good job…”
After you both pant and stay as you are a moment, he eventually steps back from you. As soon as you turn around, you stare at each other a moment before coming back together—like putty in his arms. Wasting no more time, he’s stripping you of the rest of your clothes. In the midst of things, all you manage to get off is his shirt.
You gasp loudly when he bends and scoops you straight off the ground by the backs of your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist. After approaching, he practically tosses you down onto your bed sideways. “Did he fuck you right here, hm? Right where I made you come?”
“God—ngh—” you tilt your head back onto the bed, your tone weak, “just shut the fuck up!”
“No.” Unbuttoning his pants, he lets them fall to the ground and steps out of them, “I’m gonna fuck you in the same place—better.”
Crawling onto the bed, he stays up on his knees between your thighs, “Show me where he put his mouth.”
Your eyes are practically glazed over when you weakly point your finger to your thighs, all over your stomach, your chest, your neck… His mouth follows anywhere you point, his teeth frequently sinking into your flesh, nipping before he kisses and sucks. “Oh my god—”
“Mhm—every place.” Once he’s close enough, he nips at your chin before going back down toward your chest, kissing along your throat first. “Everywhere else, too.” With his hands, he yanks up your clasp-less bra against your clavicle. “Here, hm?”
“N-no.”
“Seriously?” He scoffs, “God—what a—”
You whine, interrupting him, “Just—!” Before you can say anything else, he’s interrupting you by taking one of your breasts into his mouth, immediately groaning into your skin and pressing his hips down into you. “Oh m-my god—”
“Mmhm…” His other hand raises and gropes your opposite breast. Not waiting long, he’s switching sides with his mouth, his hand applying pressure while he sucks.
His hips continue to drive forward with force, moaning when he lets you go and brings his face to hover above yours, “Did you beg him like this?”
You eek out a weak moan, “S-stop it.”
He uses one hand to push his briefs down, “Did you?” You gasp when the underside of his cock grinds against your soaked slit, a moan of his own spilling out at the contact.
“Mm-mm—p-please—!”
Between heated, nearly angry, kisses, “A little more—ngh—I want to hear—mmm—how bad you want it.”
“I w-want it. I fucking—ngh—” sharing sloppy, wet kisses, your hands are everywhere you can get them—on his face, neck, shoulders, and arms… You miss his hand slip between the two of you, angling his pathetically hard cock with your entrance, “I-I need it, p-please.”
You gasp when his tip presses into your entrance, “Oh m-my—” He doesn’t let you speak, crashing his lips onto yours, drinking in each whine you give him with each inch he provides.
“C-Caleb—nngh!”
“Y-you—this—mmm—” he groans loudly, his forearms coming down by your head, boxing you in, “mine…fuckin’—ngh—mine.”
When his length is buried its full extent inside you, completely—utterly—skin-to-skin, you’re both gasping desperately, his forehead pressing against yours. “It’s n-not the same. I k-know it’s not. Can’t be.”
Your neck cranes and your lips brush against his, “C-Caleb—nngh—y-you feel—”
He interrupts, groaning, “You’re perfect—s-so perfect—you feel amazing—nngh—”
When he really starts to thrust, you both lose it—lose yourselves. Each one a bit faster, harder than the last. The raw feeling of him has you pawing—clawing—at his back, moaning loudly out into the room. Occasionally—truthfully, much more than occasionally—his mouth his hot on yours, trying to keep each and every moan that escapes your lips. He wants—needs—to claim them all for himself.
When you can’t stop saying his name, over and over again, a pained gasp mixed with a grunt rips from his chest, “Oh my god—I’m—I’m gonna cum—”
“Caleb—nngh—w-wait—” you’re trying to warn him, but each next thrust is more powerful than the last, “Caleb!” and all you can do is moan, scream his name as you start to reach your own release at the repeated plunge of his cock hitting your G-spot in just the right way, “Mmph—h-holy f-fuck—!”
Still shaking from the start of your orgasm, he’s quickly—and for him, regretfully—slipping out of you completely, his twitching cock pressing and grinding against the top of your slit while his hips continue to buck forward, “Mmm—nngh!” Numerous ropes of his cum hit your stomach—some even all the way to your chest.
Panting loud exasperated breaths, you both stare down, having watched the entire scene unfold, “Oh m-my god…”
Still slowly grinding against you, you’re whining at the friction while he groans, “Mmm—h-holy shit—” Tentatively, your eyes meet again.
“C-Caleb, I—” The way you begin to speak makes him shake his head, still shuddering and panting.
His forehead presses against yours, his eyes closing as he interrupts you, “D-don’t say it…I can’t handle it.”
Description: You!MC and Zayne are in a situationship / FWB / early stage relationship mess, and well...Caleb is Caleb. IYKYK. (Essentially, Caleb x You!MC finally give in and when you do, neither of you can stop.)
WC: 11.9k ... (·•᷄ࡇ•᷅ ) idk y'all don't ask, it's been a tough week...
You're sad. I'm sad. We're all sad. We're all disappointed. We shall see what the next few weeks, unfortunately, maybe months, look like...𑣲𓃦
This is—without a doubt—THE meanest thing I've ever done to my pookie Zayne. CRAZY. Forgive me, husband. (All their ages are shifted/closer. MC/Caleb are both of age/he's slightly older; she's pre hunter's academy, he's pre aerospace academy & Zayne's early into med school. Pretend MC gave Caleb his necklace pre leaving for academy.)
You know what I love about apple queens? The continuum from "Caleb's love for MC is unyielding/undying to the nth degree you don't understand!!!" to "I wanna call him gege while he fucks me 'til he literally kills me with his dick..." & YK WHAT!!! I have a deep love for both sides. However, this...is written for those falling on the ladder, lol.
I'd suggest not reading this if you dislike his trope. Use of Gege/Meimei (way heavier on gege, more minor on meimei), &, unfortunately, cheating. OFC!!! DON'T FUCKIN' CHEAT ON PEOPLE!!! However...if it's with your sexy step bro...it's fine, right? I'M KIDDING I'M KIDDING I'M KIDDING...WHOOPS!!! ENJOY! (ó﹏ò｡)
In the realm of fiction, all is fair in the game of love and porn war, okay? Kick your feet up and enjoy some filth, you deserve it. ( ˘ ³˘)
- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)
Standing by the dining table, you’re leaning into Zayne, peering over his shoulder at his laptop, a wide grin plastered on your face.
“…Hey.” Caleb’s voice cuts into the sound of your laughter, making you stand straight up onto the balls of your feet.
Zayne offers him a neutral smile, “Hey.”
“Um, I’m gonna be leaving soon…for a bit…you two…need anything?” Caleb was lying through his teeth.
“No—nope, thank you, Gege.” You smile guiltily at him and it’s like a knife through his heart.
“Mm—mhm, yep, no problem…”
Caleb didn’t need verbal confirmation from you to know what was going on. He wasn’t a fucking idiot. Zayne had been visiting home from college too frequently lately, and somehow…just kept ending up at your house. Way too damn often, in fact…
***
Passing you by while you stood in front of the open fridge only a few weeks ago, Caleb leaned in, his breath a hot warning on your neck. “Why is he here…again…hm?”
“Oh, um—I-I…” His hand came down onto the fridge door beside your head as you closed it.
When you didn’t answer, “Hm?”
“He’s been…helping me! With…um, some application stuff, mhm...”
He scoffed, “Right…sure.”
You lightly poked your elbow back and into his stomach, “Ugh, Gege, back up. Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, you know.”
“Pfft, I am not jealous.” You didn’t need to be facing him to know he was actively rolling his eyes.
You mocked him, “Right…sure.”
He hadn’t moved his arm and was far too close for you to just slip out, so you spun around in a small circle, caught between him and the fridge. Your voice became a whine, “Gege…” You pressed your palms flat against his chest, pushing him hard, but he didn’t move. He brought his other hand up slowly, placing it beside the other side of your head, leaning down and in, scarily close to your face. “…Caleb!”
He narrowed his eyes at you, “If he hurts you…I will kill him.”
You raised your voice an octave, “—! W-what are you talking about!?”
As if on cue, “…Everything…okay?”
Snapping his hands off the fridge and away from you, you both turned to stand at attention toward Zayne who just happened to stumble into the kitchen.
“Mhm, yep!” Trying to offer the most passable—totally not desperate—nod, you smiled awkwardly.
“Uh-huh…” Caleb was quick to walk out of the kitchen, his shoulder checking Zayne’s on his way out, “Everything’s just fine...”
***
It didn’t matter if Zayne was legitimately helping you with something important, he would be helping you with something very different as soon as Caleb stepped out the front door.
You chose to suppress that conversation from a few weeks ago. You chose to suppress a whole hell of a lot of things with Caleb… But it lingered in your mind...and—quite literally—stroke a sense of tantalizing fear in your heart. He meant what he said...
In the present, though, the thought didn’t linger long—it couldn’t. You waited only a few seconds after that click of the front door to jump Zayne.
He pulls his lips back from yours, “H-hey, you—!” He offers you a small, knowing smile. “Can’t even wait thirty-seconds, can you?”
“Nope.” You grin, taking his hand in yours and tugging him down the hall toward your bedroom.
Once the door to your room closes, everything is hot and heavy. Both of you kicking your shoes off while kissing, him taking his glasses off and tossing them onto your desk, you fumbling with his belt…
Very few clothes were spared…
Randomly, he breaks away, panting but choosing to speak, “Remember when you used to call me Gege?”
“W-what!?” Your shock comes mixed with a laugh, shoving him by his chest until he’s sitting down on the edge of your bed.
He smirks lightly, pulling you between his legs by your hips, “I’m older than you, too, you know.”
You straddle his lap, “Oh my god, shut up.” You let your fingers trace his exposed collarbones, shaking your head at the remark but loving the feeling of his skin under your fingertips.
“What?” His voice is a whisper, brushing some loose hair behind your ear, “You realize he knows, right?”
Instead of watching the heave of his chest like you just had been, your eyes snap up to meet his. “N-no, he doesn’t.”
“Yes, he definitely does. He looks like he’s going to kill me if all I do is breathe.” His arms wrap around your waist, and he places a gentle kiss to your shoulder.
“He’s so mad…” You lean into him, and his lips trail upward until they meet your neck, his fingertips digging into your hips. After placing a tender kiss on your neck, his lips part to gently suck on your flesh. Against your skin, he speaks again, “He wants you...all to himself…”
Withholding a moan from his actions that contrast his words, your eyes widen and you shake your head again. “Mm-mm, that’s n-not true.”
He whispers into your skin, “You know it is.”
“Nngh—stop it.” You grip his shoulders tight—a warning.
“But you’re mine, hm?” His bottom lip drags along your neck, causing a moan to fall from your lips.
Your nails sink into the skin of his shoulders, your head tilting back, “Mmhm…”
He pulls his face away from your neck, and gently, his index finger and thumb grip your chin, a light tug forcing your gaze to land on his. “Say it for me, then.”
You can’t help but melt at the look in his eyes, “I-I’m yours.”
“That’s right.” Unable to handle the tension—or what he’s saying—you crash your lips onto his. Falling together back onto the bed, you sit up in his lap, running your hands along his torso. Watching you touch him with a heavy-lidded gaze, “I don’t blame him…I think I would’ve lost it myself. Now you’re parading me around, thinking you’re coy. Must be torture.”
“Z-Zayne!” You pinch his skin, but he doesn’t even flinch.
His brows raise, “Hm? It’s true…”
You flatten your palms over his chest, working your way down his torso with your nails until he’s groaning, “Mm-mm…”
“Deny it all you want…”
Waiting only a handful of moments, Caleb was already slipping back into the house quietly, knowing—and unfortunately, knowing well—that the two of you had already made off for your bedroom.
Hearing each beat of your conversation starting at the mention of Gege, he had his left arm bent at his elbow, his forearm horizontal and pressed against the wall of the hallway.
Shaking, he presses his forehead firmly against his forearm. His right hand had already fumbled his pants undone, his cock excruciatingly hard and in his hand—tight. A subtle punishment for being…this way.
He was delusional enough that maybe—just maybe—your avid denial meant you felt something, too. It was just…too hard to confront, perhaps. Maybe…it meant that you’d let him wedge his tip into your pretty pussy—call him Gege while he did it.
His eyes snap shut. He wanted to open the door. He wanted to watch. He wanted to kill Zayne. He wanted to kill him for getting his hands all over what’s rightfully his. He wanted to cover you in his cum and force Zayne to watch. You were his, after all. You belonged to him. Only him.
He felt dizzy from being so turned on, internally cursing himself at the fact that another man touching you got him so hot and bothered. He should only be enraged. But it made him weak—so fucking weak—so pathetically hard in his own hand that he was beyond accustomed to.
He wanted to see you, watch you writhe and process what made you tick. He wondered what made you beg and how he could get you in that position…hot, sweaty, completely undone and begging for his cock.
“H-hurry up—nngh—Caleb will be b-back s-soon…”
His hips jolt forward at the sheer sound of his name leaving your lips, muffled beyond the door and mixed with a moan.
You moaned his fucking name. The sound became instantly memory-holed, burned into his skin forever. He always pictured it…heard it. Caleb…Gege… He always had no trouble at all visualizing the shape your lips would make while you said it, the intonation…
Fighting, and fighting desperately, not to cum instantaneously, he turns around quickly, his back pressing—a little too hard—into the wall of the hallway. He allows his heels to spread out and forward, letting his back rest completely against the wall.
“Nngh—w-what was—” Zayne’s hand is quick to palm and cover your mouth, his hips never stopping their delicious and deliberate thrusting into your aching cunt. He heard it too.
“Shh—” You moan against his hand, the head of his cock repeatedly hitting your G-spot. You press the heels of your feet into his low back, desperate to feel more.
During the subtle gasps, moans, and quiet creaking of the bed frame, Caleb strokes himself viciously with his hand, careful to hold his cock angled upright so that all of his cum would ruin his clothes and no evidence would have even the chance to make its way onto the floor.
The thought did cross Zayne’s mind, that Caleb was right there, listening in. No way…but…
Zayne slowly lets his hand leave your mouth, your moans and whines easily slipping out into the room. Initially, you didn’t think anything of it, simply too engrossed with the feeling of him fucking you. You would think about it later, though—you’d put two and two together, privately.
Your voice is the loudest yet, “S-shit—m-my god…m’gonna cum—nngh!”
Zayne groans deeply, fighting his own release that’s spurred on quicker by a sense of possessiveness, “Go ahead, cum for me…”
The back of Caleb’s head presses into the wall, staring up at the ceiling, trying and failing, pathetically so, to stop picturing himself right there instead, your perfect pussy wrapped around his cock and milking him, just begging him to fill you completely. He could hear it… “Gege, p-please…”
As soon as your cries officially and unmistakably ring out, Caleb lets go, cum readily spurting out all over his hand that doesn’t stop stroking, plenty shooting up and against his T-shirt. Lifting his other hand at the start of the process which took a complete hold over him, he bit his fist as hard as he could, his abs clenching violently with each pump he released due to the suppression of even a single noise exiting his throat.
He had listened in on you make yourself cum, many, many, times. But this was so different. He knew that hot cum was pouring into you, and it wasn’t his—but it made his dick throb pitifully nonetheless.
Still twitching, the remainder of his cum oozing out and leaking from his tip, he continued to torture himself with his hand. He could feel what your tight pussy might feel like, squeezing out each and every drop of cum he had to offer you—every…last…drop. He let his own hand mimic his imagination, an on and off again squeeze.
He was pathetically, pathologically, and obediently waiting for that day…
Zayne was right. This was complete and utter fucking torture…
***
Two weeks later, padding across the floor quickly to your room, Caleb peers over the couch and interrupts, sensing instantly a shift in your mood, “What’s wrong, pips?”
You stop in your tracks, “N-nothing, I don’t wanna talk about it.”
He lets his arm sling over the back of the couch, “Hm, and why not?”
You shake your head, “Nothing! Just…whatever, it doesn’t matter.”
“Fine, come sit, then. Wanna watch this movie with me?” He smiles at you, raising a brow.
“Caleb…” You groan, folding your arms over your chest.
“What!? Just…come sit with me.” He wanted to tell you that he’d been missing you lately, but he didn’t.
“You’re so—”
“Funny? Handsome? The best ever?” You finally crack a smile, and he smiles in kind, “There it is, pips.” He said so extremely earnestly, genuinely sounding so happy to see you smile. He pats the couch, “No frowning allowed on the weekends, c’mere.”
You roll your eyes but go to sit next to him anyway. “Here,” he lays a blanket over your thighs, “get cozy.” Covering you was for the best.
“Mm…thanks.” It only takes a few minutes for you to be leaning your head on his shoulder. The awareness you lack, though, is the fact that with your head so close to his face, he can smell your shampoo—and it promptly makes his dick jump.
Balling his fists in his lap, he speaks, and of the one thing he knows will make his dick go soft immediately. Well…hopefully. “So…where’s your boyfriend?”
“H-he’s not—” You snap your head up, turning to drive your fist straight into his tricep.
“Ow, pips! What the hell!” He laughs it off, and while it did actually kind of hurt, that—unfortunately—also made his dick twitch.
You sigh deeply, “Would you just…shut up about this... It’s getting ridiculous.”
He scoffs, placing an offended hand in his chest, “Oh, I’m sorry for noticing he’s been here practically every free weekend and suddenly, he’s not here.”
“Whatever.” You roll your eyes again and lean back into the couch rather than on him.
“Don’t you whatever me, pips.” He leans in toward you, “Is something going on, I’ll—”
“Kill him! Yes, Caleb, I know. You can stop saying it.” He rolls his eyes.
“I was going to say...I’ll be here for you, dork.” He leans in closer, fighting a smile, “But yeah, I’ll do that, too, now that you mention it.” You whine, quickly flicking his chest with your finger. “Ow! Would you stop hitting me!?”
“Stop being a jerk!”
“Being there for you is being a jerk!?”
You look away from him, “N-no, just—drop it, okay?”
“Fine,” he wraps his arm around your shoulders, forcing you to return back to resting on him, “come here, then, and I’ll leave it alone.”
“Ugh, you—!” You go to pinch his side with your hands, but his voice stops you.
“Shush, watch the movie, pips.”
You clench your jaw while staring at the screen, “You’re incorrigible…I should bite you.”
“Do it. You won’t.” He really wanted you to—really, really, wanted you to.
“Oh, yeah? You think I won’t?”
“Nope.” He pops the “p” sound, grinning devilishly while your eyes are off him. You were too easy.
Turning your head toward him with his arm still around you, you sink your teeth into the side of his pec, and hard while you’re at it.
“Ah!” He winces, trying his hardest not to let a moan fall from his lips. His voice becomes gravely, “You’re such a brat, you know that?” If his dick wasn’t already painfully hard, it was now.
You huff, sounding happy with yourself, “You made me this way, blame yourself.”
His fingers dig into your shoulder, “Oh, trust me, I do.”
“Mhm, sure.” After waiting a moment, compelled by a frenzied irritation, and…something else entirely, you quickly cock your head back and to the side to sink your teeth into his neck.
“Pips—what are—ah! Nngh—”
“Did you just...moan!? You—”
“You—! No! S-shut up! …I did fucking not.”
“Oh, you absolutely did. I heard it.” You go to bite his neck again, but his free arm comes up and his hand quickly—aggressively—grips your face, his fingertips and thumb pressing into your cheeks, pursing your lips…
“Pips,” his voice is a stern warning, “what are you doing?” Staring into your eyes, he eases up on his grip, “You wanna hear me moan again, or what?”
You wiggle your face out from his grasp, “So, you did moan.”
“Shut up.”
“No.”
“You—! That’s it, c’mere.” His arms quickly coil around you.
“H-hey!” You’re giggling, small shrieks of helplessness against his strength occurring between each bout of giggles while he’s yanking you up into his lap.
Whether he thought about how painfully hard his cock was and that you were going to feel it, was...questionable—to say the least.
Squeezing you tight, holding your arms down and in place, “Watch. The. Movie. I’ll hold you here myself.”
“Mm—” Your voice cracks, a few more giggles falling that turn into pants as you struggle against his arms.
“Cut it out. You’re such a pain in the ass, pips.”
“Hmph…” You suddenly stop wriggling when you feel it. “C-Cal—”
His lips touch the outer edge of your ear, his voice lowering, “I said, watch the movie.”
You twitch, your voice breaking, “Y-you…”
“Quiet, or I’ll hold you here all night.” A shiver rakes its way through your whole body. He had to have known, right? But, perhaps his frustration with you made it…ignorable…somehow?
Shamefully, the feeling of his hard cock pressing up into you and his arms around you makes your cunt throb. His lips so close to your ear, too…
Waiting maybe a minute, the pressure makes you feel dizzy, so you tilt your head back onto his shoulder. “What are you—” You turn your head toward his neck, and rather than bite, your lips press softly into his skin. “W-what—o-oh—”
“C-Caleb…” your voice is a shuttered whisper against his neck, “I can feel y-you…you’re s-so hard—”
“Stop. Stop talking.” His eyes close, seeking restraint but not finding it. Quietly and slowly, his hands let go of your arms and find your ribcage, sliding up your waist and squeezing until his hands rest just beneath your breasts.
You try to fight a gasp but fail, “Mmm…”
“Tell me…where’s your boyfriend, hm?”
“I-it’s complicated…”
“Oh, yeah? Then…what would you call this?” His fingertips dig into your skin through your shirt. You can already feel your nipples hardening from the pressure of his hands close by.
“M-mm—I-I don’t know…”
“Me either…” He was lying. He had gotten very good at lying.
Feeling completely hot and dizzy, you nuzzle your face into his neck, foolishly looking for relief there and finding anything but. “Gege…”
The sound of the affectionate phrase makes his cock twitch, hard. “S-shut up. D-don’t call me that right now...” His fingers dig aggressively into your ribcage, causing another gasp to break out from your throat.
“But—” you press your lips into his skin again, “that’s what you are…”
“Mhm…I am…” You’re both trembling, but as you start to wiggle again, it only makes him hold you tighter against his body, the writhing too much for his cock. He thought to himself that thank god, he already made himself cum in the shower earlier or else he would’ve let him fall apart instantly. His voice becomes commanding, “Stop moving.”
“I c-can’t…”
“Fuck—” You moan to the feeling of his fingertips squeezing even harder into your skin through the thin material of your shirt. “Mmm, who’s moaning now?”
“S-shit—”
“I want you to answer me…” he lets his hands slip upward just slightly, his fingertips cresting the bottoms of your breasts, contained only by a loose bralette under your shirt, “if that, is complicated, then what the hell, would you call this?” You shake your head no, pressing your face into his neck. “Not gonna answer me, huh?”
“Mm-mm…” InstinctIvely, you press your body harder down against his, wiggling your hips in desperation for something—anything, to happen.
He groans, “Fine...” His hands continue to glide up until they’re cupping each of your breasts completely, an easy gasp breaking past your lips and into his skin, “I’ll just have to find out myself, then, won’t I?”
You feel your cunt clench as you fight a whimper, “Mmhm…”
Letting his hands sink back down slightly, his thumbs on the outer edges of your breasts, his fingers angle up as he squeezes over you, his index fingers gladly grazing over the peaks of your nipples—easily felt through only two thin layers of fabric. He sucks in a breath, processing that they were already hard—from just one touch...from him holding you.
“Nngh—” His own groan, one that rips deep from his throat, overlaps and silences your moan.
“Fucking hell…” He squeezes again, gentler this time, and twice in a row. He’s deliberate in how he palms the surface of your breasts closer to the edges with this fingertips, easily drawing blood forward, “you’re so soft…”
To silence a rising gasp, you part your lips and press them into his neck, your tongue making subtle contact with his skin, prompting him—and quickly—to squeeze again, hard. “Mmmph…”
“So naughty, pips…did you bite me hoping this would happen, hm?” You shake your head no again against him, sucking his flesh. “Hmm, I don’t believe you…” His sentence ends in a moan, the feeling of your lips—your tongue—against his neck making him break.
“Even if that was true,” you moan against his skin when he squeezes again, his index and middle fingers on either side of each nipple not quite pinching intentionally, but unintentionally with the firmness of his squeeze, “what did you think was going to happen, huh?”
Pinching now definitely intentionally between the two fingers on both sides, “That I’d be a good Gege and just...let it go? You put your mouth on me...three times.” His voice shakes, “You knew what you were doing…”
“Mmhm…”
The fingers caught around your nipples barely glide a short distance, “As soon as I pulled you onto my lap, you couldn’t help but wiggle your cute ass down onto my cock, either.”
“Nngh—!” Your voice becomes ragged and whiny, using his flesh continuously to silence the truth.
“You forget, I know you better than anyone.” He lets go of your breasts. Suddenly, he grabs the hem of your shirt and yanks it up, pulling it tight against your clavicle. His hands return to your chest, careful this time—much slower. A thin layer of material still holding you back, but so much closer now… “Better than anyone could even try to...”
“I bet you’re so fucking wet right now.” His tone changes, less controlled, “just from me touching your pretty tits, hm?” You moan in response to his vocal vulgarity.
“Fuck—such a perfect fit in my hands. I knew they would be...” The mention has you gasping, ripping your head from his neck and down to watch. “Oh,” he lets out a light chuckle, “you liked that, did you? ...You wanna watch Gege grope you, huh?”
“Mmhm…” You nod pathetically, wiggling your hips down. “Y-yes.”
“Good girl…I’ll grope you as long as you want—as long as you’ll let me.” His index fingers carefully rub the peak of each bud while the rest of his hands push you up.
“Oh m-my god…mmph—”
He stops the tease of his fingertips, laughing softly when you instantly whine from the loss. “So needy, pips.” He brings his fingers right back, “I bet…” He presses down slightly with his index fingers, causing you to moan again, “I could make you cum just from this…”
His lips touch your ear, whispering, “I could do this for hours…if you’d let me. I’d do it whenever you want. I’d do it until you were trembling, whimpering, crying…”
Now outright moaning nearly nonstop, he laughs again, suddenly stopping his fingertips and squeezes you hard instead, pressing your breasts up and together in his hands. “Does he tease you like this, hm?”
You whimper, the pressure from his hands sending a throb straight to your cunt that won’t stop clenching at each push, pull, pinch, and tease. “Or…is he too desperate to get inside your cute little pussy, hm?” You shake your head, not even knowing what you’re responding to or trying to say.
“I bet he is... I don’t blame him. You’re so fucking cute. Probably tripping over his own feet just to get inside you.” The pads of his index fingers continue to tease, hardly pressing and pushing the buds in different directions, looking carefully for the motion that elicits the strongest reaction. His teeth nip your ear, “Not willing to take his time…”
“C-Caleb, h-holy shit—”
“Mm-mm.” He shakes his head beside yours, the heavy rise and fall of his chest pressing into your back, “You’re stuck here now. I’ll show you how I’d play with you.” You moan, staring at the careful, slow work of his index fingers, the rest of his fingers pushing in on almost all sides, drawing the peaks further forward with his pressure. “So long as you don’t tell me to stop, I’m not fucking going to.”
“Nngh!” He laughs quietly again, stopping the tease of his fingers to palm and grope more freely again.
“That didn’t sound like stop to me.” You shake your head again, staring down at his wide hands groping you. “I want you fucking drenched. Unable to hold back.”
Your voice shakes, “F-fuck—mmhm…”
His fingers dip underneath the fabric at the curves by the straps, “Can I?”
Your voice is so quiet, the sounds of the completely ignored movie almost drowning you out, “Yes, mhm—p-please…”
“Good girl…so naughty…you want Gege’s hands all over you, huh?”
Waiting, vibrating with anticipation, “Mmhm…”
With a swift tug on both sides at the tops of the flexible, stretchy cotton, your breasts spill out, the simple act of them out and touching the room’s thick air tearing a moan straight from your throat.
Holding the fabric in a tight line underneath your breasts, he leans forward over your shoulder; he needs to get a good look. Groaning, he pulls the line of the fabric up slightly, “Oh my god…look at you, so fucking pretty…”
Letting go of the material and leaving it there, his hands are immediately cupping you again, pulling you down and back harder against his body as he drives his hips up into your ass. “Fuck me…my god…mmm…”
All you’re left with is needy moans, the feeling of his hard cock driving up into you and his warm hands on you unbearable. You haven’t taken your eyes off his hands since your face left his neck. “You love to watch, don’t you? ...Does he let you watch all the things he does to you?”
Another sharp whine breaks from your throat, “P-please—I-I—”
“Open your mouth.” Broken—completely obedient—you do what he says, “Good girl.” His right hand leaves your right breast, his left still holding in a firm squeeze.
Dipping his index and middle finger past your lips, he moans when your lips wrap around his fingers. Pushing deeper, his left hand squeezes harder until you’re moaning against his fingers. If everything stopped right then, he was simply grateful to have a good idea of what your lips might feel like wrapped around his cock. What your tongue feels like against his skin... First his neck, now this.
Popping his fingers out from your mouth, “Thank you.” It takes no time at all that he lets your spit drag across your nipple, slow and taunting with two fingers in a circle.
“S-shit—nngh!”
“Mmhm…keep looking. Open your mouth again.” With you compliant, as he circles your right, his left hand leaves your chest and comes up to your mouth, repeating the process.
Using both hands now, he toys with your nipples until you’re squirming—thrashing, almost. “Cut it out.” His hands come down in a firm grasp again, pulling you into him. Using his wet index and middle finger on both hands, he pinches the buds between the inner sides of his fingers again.
Panting and whining through your words, “W-why—oh my god—Gege—I feel like this is g-gonna make m-me cum…”
“What? He’s never done this to you before? Hmph, go figure.”
“S-shut u-up.” He pinches you between his fingers, hard. “Ah—!”
“Want me to stop?”
You shake your head no dramatically, staring helplessly at his fingers. “Thought so.” Easing up on the pressure, “Don’t get upset when I point out disappointing truths, pips. He doesn’t want you how I want you.” With the whole of his hands, he palms both of your breasts, finally letting up on your nipples. His voice lowers immensely, “That’d be impossible.” Hearing him groan and feeling him twitch beneath you, “You realize just how fucking much I want you, right?”
“Mhm…y-yes...”
“Good.” He pinches both nipples suddenly between his index fingers and thumbs, rolling and tweaking the buds softly. “God, you’re so mean to me for pretending you don’t.”
Still watching, you shake your head in denial, “Nngh—mm-mm…”
“Oh, you don’t pretend? Is that right?” His palms go flat, pinching the buds between two fingers again while he squeezes and gropes, slight shifts in his fingertips to different spots.
Your voice comes out a desperate stutter, “N-no—I d-do…”
“Mhm, there ya go, pips. Honesty is good…”
“Mmhm—ngh!”
“Wet my fingers again. We’re doing this until you cum, sitting in my lap—right where you belong... Okay?” You’re moaning as you take each set of fingers separately. “Naughty little girl, aren’t you?”
Not even using his index fingers despite them also finding their way back into your mouth, he lets his wet middle fingers circle around each bud, careful not to touch the peaks at first. “Did you even know you could cum like this? I feel you trembling.” He lets the warm pads of his fingers graze over the peaks repeatedly, “Don’t fight. Embrace it, feels good, hm?”
“S-so fucking good—oh m-my god!”
“That’s it...fucking cum for me. I’ve hardly done any portion of what I truly want to do to you.”
Gripping the rest of your flesh tight under his fingertips, he lets his middle fingers circle, toy, and brush over your nipples until you’re completely weak, your cunt clenching repeatedly as you find a different, new kind of release. “C-Caleb—nngh—f-fuck—!”
“Mmhm…good girl.” Your head collapses back onto his shoulder, but his middle fingers don’t stop, not until your whines start to sound painful.
“W-wait—o-oh my god…”
His voice is almost a hiss, “No wonder he can’t stop fucking coming over here, you look so damn pretty when you cum.” His lips touch the side of your temple, “You sound fucking immaculate, too.”
“Mmm—h-holy shit…y-your fingers…”
“Good, right? They’re only for you. Here whenever you want them, okay?”
“Mmhm…f-fuck…” The feeling beneath the blanket still in your lap is obscene. You can feel, unmistakably, the utter mess barely contained within your panties, probably—most definitely—leaking out onto your shorts, your thighs, him…
His lips touch your ear, whispering, “They’ve been in your mouth, on your tits…imagine them in your pussy…”
“Caleb!” You take a gasping breath, completely overwhelmed, “I-I c-can’t believe I came…y-you…”
“Believe it. I’ll make you cum over, and over, again. However you want, whenever you want.”
“Gege…”
A growl sounds from his throat as he sinks his teeth into your neck, still groping your sensitive breasts and pulling you in. “You’re gonna need to stop calling me that,” his breath is hot against your neck and his voice serious as his fingers graze your nipples again until you whine, “or else I might have to choke you with my cock.”
You moan at the idea, picturing your eyes wet and watering, his hands gripping your hair while he fucks your face. The thought makes your untouched clit throb. “Gege—I-I’m s’fucking wet…”
His left hand leaves your breast and comes up to grip your throat, his lips pressing harshly into your cheek before speaking into your skin, “What did I just say?”
“G-Gege…”
“Oh? So, you want to get choked with my cock, then?” His hand returns to your chest, squeezing you, “The thought turns you on, hm?”
Unashamed and honest, “Y-yes…”
He lets out a quiet, smug laugh. “Good to know.” He squeezes both of your breasts again, eliciting another whine, “But…I have other plans, we can do that later, okay?”
Thoughtlessly, “Mmhm—w-whatever you want…”
“Oh—don’t say that...” He tsks, “You might regret it.” His fingertips dig in again.
“Mm-mm…” You shake your head, “I w-want—”
He interrupts you, “What do you want, pips?”
“Kiss me, kiss m-me r-right fucking n-now. I’m—” Interrupting whatever word may have come next, his left hand that he used to grab your throat quickly comes up from your chest, snatching your jaw and cocking your head to the side toward him.
Instantaneously, his lips are feverishly on yours—bruisingly, almost. Both sighing into the kiss somewhere deep from your chests, you’re moaning pathetically into each other’s mouths. At first, everything is a clash, teeth grazing each other’s lips...lips desperate and fumbling before you’re both able to calm and find a rhythm. Without a warning, his tongue is slipping into your mouth, his other hand still groping your right breast as the one on your jaw holds you tight against him.
Pulling you off his mouth by the grip he has on your jaw, “Get up. Get up right now.” In a rush, he’s ripping the blanket away from your lap and tossing it aside, pushing you off his lap and turning you around before dragging you straight back to him, facing forward this time.
Trying desperately to get your lips back on his once you’re straddled in his lap, he stops you. “Uh-uh, take all this off. Right fucking now.” Lacking the patience or restraint to wait for you to do it yourself, he’s tearing your shirt—that’s been stuck under your arms and tight against your collarbones this entire time—up and over your head, doing the same with your bra that has no clasp.
“Fuck—” he yanks you by the backs of your thighs, forcing you upright onto your knees instead of folded and sitting in his lap, his lips brushing your sternum, “I haven’t even put them in my mouth yet...”
Wrapping his arms tight around you, his mouth is quickly latching onto one of yours breasts, sucking your flesh hard. “Shit—ah!” Your voice breaks into an elicit, erotic whine, “Gege—t-they’re sensitive—nngh—!”
He pops you from his mouth, “S-sorry—fuck…” his mouth hovers over your other breast, “but…you did say whatever I want…”
You tsk at him, panting, while he grins up at you. “I’ll be more gentle. I’ll try... You taste s’good…” Unable to refrain, his lips wrap around your other bud while he sucks, softer—but still not soft.
Staring at each other—you down at him and him up at you—you feel shock…but can’t ignore the aching throb deep inside your cunt. “Nngh—m-my god…” Moaning into your skin, he shakes his head lightly, wanting, yearning for another moan from you—which he gets, easily.
Stopping the pressure, he lets his tongue flatten over the bud, licking from the bottom and over, pointing the tip of his tongue toward the end. Whining at the action, he flicks his tongue twice more. “Some other time…” he places a kiss to the side of your breast, “I’ll make you cum the same way, but with my tongue, okay?”
“Mmhm…just—let me kiss y-you, p-please—”
“Fuck—sorry—c’mere.” Supporting you by moving his hands to your hips, you sink back down into his lap. “So fucking pretty, look at you—” You don’t let him speak anymore, it’s too fucking much to listen to him.
“Mmmph…” Wrapping your arms around his neck, he’s groaning into you, holding you down firmly in his lap. You let your fingers lace into the hair at the nape of his neck, desperate for more, grinding your hips down onto him.
Pulling apart for air, “Fuck—this is so, so, bad—”
“Mhm,” you agree with a short nod, “I k-know.”
After kissing you again, “I can’t stop—don’t wanna stop.”
Moaning, you’re pressing your lips back to his, “Don’t.”
“Fuck—don’t fucking say that—I’ll...”
“Don’t stop.” Instinctively, you’re grinding down against him eagerly.
Gripping your face with both of his hands, he leans in and presses his forehead against yours, stopping the draw of your hips back and forth. His jaw noticeably clenches as his eyes snap shut, tilting his head just barely to the side, fighting helplessly against a deep, dark place rooted in careful, calculated restraint.
“Kiss me. Don’t stop.” His eyes open as soon as you make a sound, watching your lips speak carefully. How could he find restraint when you were saying what you were saying?
The answer was very simple. “Fuck—” Leaving behind whatever was left, he lets himself go—completely. Dizzy, you’re unsure which specific spilt second his lips end up back on yours.
Speaking between rash, hot, and wet kisses... “I need this…I need this so fucking badly…you have no clue…just how fucking bad…you think…you know…you don’t.”
“I do.” You’re both trembling, holding each other close, your lips brushing as you fight for air to make its way back into your lungs.
“Mm-mm, you fucking don’t. You don’t know the extent—nngh—so bad…”
Ignoring him, you issue a command, “Take off your shirt.”
He nods, “Mhm.” You scoot back on his thighs, helping him free himself of his cotton T-shirt.
“My god—” You run your hands down his chest as you wiggle back in. He snatches your wrists, lifting your arms up and pulling them back and past him until you’re off his lap again and your arms are dangling past the back of the couch.
He wraps his arms around your waist, his face back in front of your chest. He lets his tongue, completely flat, run between your breasts, up your neck, and all the way to your chin as you sink back down. Groaning loudly, “You’re so fucking perfect.” He almost whimpers, “W-why are you letting me do this…”
You shake your head, panting heavily, “Don’t stop.”
“Stop saying that... Fuck—!” Quickly grabbing the back of your neck, he pulls you toward his mouth, wanting nothing more than to have your lips on his.
Pulling you off his lips using your hair, he cocks your head to the side to get his mouth on your neck, biting you before sucking hard. “W-wait—” you’re moaning, “I-I—”
He realizes. Speaking into your neck, “Oh— What? Nervous he’ll see?” His blood boils, but it somehow makes everything better. Hotter. More sinful. “Fine. I’ll be a good boy, I’ll do what he won’t see.”
“That’s n-not—”
“Yes, it is.” He bites your neck again, not as hard this time. “It’s fine, you don’t have to lie to me.” Pulling out from your neck, he scans your panting form on top of him, “Pretend all you want. Look at you,” his hands land on your hips, tugging you down further, “grinding your soaked pussy on me.” You press your hands against his chest, whining. “Lie to me. Lie to yourself. I don’t care. Doesn’t change this,” he kisses you slowly, careful to watch the look in your eyes after, “does it?”
“Nngh—mmm—f-fuck—”
“Hmm…you know I’m right. So, go ahead, lie all you want. Doesn’t matter to me.” He grips your chin again, brushing his lips with yours while keeping an intentional space between them, “This does.”
You’re shaking violently in his lap, “God damn it. Y-you—”
“Let it out. Rage at me, if you want.”
“Y-you—!” You press your hands harder against his chest, tilting your nails into his bare, hot skin.
Fervently amused, “Just like that—mhm…scream at me, for all I care. ...I. Don’t. Care.”
“You m-make me s-so fucking angry.” Despite your words, you can’t stop rocking your hips down onto him—he feels too good and your skin is boiling beneath the surface.
“Mhm, that’s right. Feel what I’ve been feeling.” His thumb tugs your bottom lip down, “Let it consume you.” He smiles, “I welcome it all, with open arms.” Breaking his gaze from your lips, he stares into your eyes, “Nothing…” His thumb strokes your bottom lip while his fingertips still on your hip sink in, “Nothing you say...nothing you do, will change how I feel.” He groans, bringing his face closer to yours, leaving his hand on your face, “Can he say the same?”
“I-I—”
“Give me whatever you’ll let me have, and I’ll take it.” You knock his hand off your chin with your forearm against his wrist and grab his face with one hand, your thumb on one cheek, your fingers on the other, and your palm pressed firmly against his chin.
“Mhm,” you grip tighter, “that’s it…” He huffs out a laugh the more you squeeze—it’s all futile. “You started this. Not me.” You sink your nails into his cheeks until he winces, another laugh spilling out of his mouth. “You…not…me.” You’re scowling at him, vibrating with anger, “You look so pretty, all fired up. Angry with the truth.”
“You’re such a—”
“Go on. Let me have it.” You practically shriek, anger pouring out from your lungs. “You can’t take it, can you?” He smiles again under your grasp, “Just how much...you want me to fuck you. Claim you. All you have to do…is let me.”
“Ugh! You—!”
“Yes?” Not letting go, keeping your nails pressed into his skin, you crash your lips recklessly back onto his. He fights a heinous smile, letting his arms coil around you.
Panting heavily between kisses, “That’s it. Just…like…that.” Grabbing your wrist, he yanks your hand off his face, taking your other hand and placing them back around his neck.
In the heat of your kiss, you bite his bottom lip, hard enough that he lets out a pained wince mixed with a moan. “Retaliate however you want, I’m still going to fuck you until all you can think about is me. Only me. Got that?”
You’re so furious, so fucking pathetically hot for him—for his sinful truths that he feels no restraint in telling you. Tired of wasting time—tired of waiting—holding you to him, he stands up off the couch with you in his arms, but only to lay you right back down flat.
“Such a naughty girl...” His fingers coil over the hem of your shorts, yanking them down and off. “You know I’m right.” Before settling between your legs, he drops his shorts to the ground. The only thing left keeping any decency in the room—in the atmosphere of the situation—being the fact that both of you still have your underwear on.
“My god…” Making space between your thighs, he settles in, both of his hands gripping the armrest of the couch above your head. You let your hands run down his torso, feeling each muscle and how they twitch when you graze over them. “I’m going to fucking ruin you...”
He looks up from your body directly into your eyes, “You’re sure you want that, Meimei?”
You want to tell him to go ahead and try, but it’s too late. He’s already succeeded. You grab the necklace you gave him that’s dangling between the two of you, tugging down gently for him to get closer. Fuck it, you think, what could be worse than this dark, sinful rabbit hole you both already tripped and fell down? The answer was nothing. “Go ahead and try.”
“Oh—” a moan breaks from his throat, “I’ve created the biggest brat...” His voice is hoarse as he smirks, “Lucky me.” Letting his cock finally, even if clothed, press against your slit, “It’ll be so easy...”
You fail to speak through a moan, “S-shut up—nngh—”
Driving his hips forward, “No. I don’t think I will.”
“You—!” You’re silenced by his lips on yours, his hips still driving into your cunt.
Wedging his face into your neck, his arms bent and holding himself up, he kisses you intentionally softly at the behest of your silent request not to mark you. He groans deeply, “Every. Fucking. Night.” He bares his teeth into your skin but doesn’t bite down. “Every night. I think about this. Only this.”
Caught up in the moment, he never processed how incredibly wet you are, not until the pressure caused the slickness to seep and bleed against his briefs. He lifts his head from your neck, “H-holy shit.”
“You weren’t kidding, hm?” You moan to the feeling of his cock grinding against you, your panties verging on being well beyond irritating from just how pathetically soaked they are. The friction from his painfully hard cock and the soaked cotton dangerous. “Does he get you wet like this, Meimei?”
“S-shit…oh my god—”
“Hm? I want you to tell me…” You bite your bottom lip, shaking your head no—trying your damndest not to scream. “You’re so fucking soaked for my dick… I bet you’ve never been this wet before…all for me, huh?”
“I haven’t touched your pussy, I don’t think I even need to.” You let out a sharp whimper, reaching out to grip his arms, your nails sinking into his triceps. “Fuck—I wanna feel how wet you are for me.” He reaches down to push his briefs down only far enough to reveal his cock—you gasp at the sight.
“Nngh—Gege, p-please…”
There it was…what Caleb always wanted to hear: your plea. Specifically, your plea for his cock deep inside your pussy. You were utterly trembling, staring at and feeling his cock finally pressing against you.
“You know this pussy is mine, right?” Taking his cock in his hand, he’s intentional with how he rubs the head of his cock along the length of your slit. On his way back up, he makes short and deliberate strokes against your clit. “Give it to whoever you want, it’ll never stop being mine.”
“M-mmhm…” You’re gasping, reaching for any part of him that’s available to touch while he tortures you with his cock.
“Good girl…” He taps the head of his cock against your clit, moaning himself as he watches his actions carefully. Your panties are practically translucent, his cock gliding so easily against you. “Will you let Gege fill you up?”
“Uh-h-huh, p-please—m-my god…I c-can’t...”
“I can. You look so pretty. Totally helpless for my cock. Do you know how often I picture this?”
Staring down at the lack of space between you, you shake your head while swallowing harshly, “Mm-mm…tell m-me…”
Pressing his cock harder against your clit, he peels his eyes off your wet cunt to look at you, “Don’t fucking lie to me, you brat.”
“Nngh!”
“You know. You’ve always known, hm? Did you know I was outside the door the last time he was here?” Weakly, still staring down at his cock, you nod. You did know. “Mhm…thought so.” Groaning, he won’t stop rubbing his cock on you.
“P-please—oh m-my fucking—nngh!”
His voice becomes completely hoarse, his eyes back on your twitching cunt and his cock still grinding against you, “Can I take these off?”
“Fuck—y-yes, p-please. They’re so w-wet—it a-almost hurts…”
“Awh, poor pips, I bet it does. Let Gege help you, yeah?” Despite what he says, he continues to drag his cock against you, enjoying the look of helplessness etched onto your face.
“Mmhm…s-shit—y-you—” He grins, still dragging his throbbing cock along the length of your slit, “S-stop it, y-you—! Y-you’re—”
“Sorry, can’t help myself…s’fucking wet…even through these…”
Needing to change the situation, “Mmm—d-don’t you wanna feel m-me?” His eyes snap up to yours and he finally stops.
After peeling your completely ruined panties off, he lets out an extremely deep sigh, wedging himself down low between your twitching legs.
Your thighs instinctively try to close, “Ah, ah. Let Gege see. You’re so fucking cute.” He spreads your slit with two fingers, “Oh, I should go kill him…right now…” He shudders, “Look at this. So puffy and so swollen,” he tsks, “and I didn’t even properly touch you.”
“So pretty…” Watching you carefully while you squeeze your breasts with your own hands in anticipation, staring down at him, he lets his tongue jut out, barely brushing the hood of your clit. “Mmmph…”
Holding your eye contact, he lets his tongue dip down toward your entrance, slow in how he moves up until he lands on your clit. “Tastes fucking amazing, too, I knew you would...”
“You really are so fucking mean for letting him fuck this pretty pussy and not me, hm?” Taking his mouth back to you, you’re moaning pathetically, more so at his words than his actions. His actions, too, but…his words create such a sick, nauseating thrill throughout your entire body. Massaging your clit with his tongue, he barely stops to speak, “Aren’t you?”
“Mmhm—nngh—f-fuck—Caleb!” All you can do is watch.
“I just want what’s fair…” he coos, barely tapping your clit with his tongue, “can you blame me?”
Panting pathetically, “Mm-mm—n-no.”
Spreading you with his fingers again, “No one worships you like I do.”
“I k-know…”
“Then why are we doing this only just now, hm?”
“I-I—”
“Shh, it’s okay. You don’t have to answer.” Between each utterance shared, he’s been delicately licking your clit in between, causing you to twitch, tremble, and moan each time. “You really are so soaked…it’s fucking insane…”
“All for me…all for Gege, hm?” He lets out what starts as a groan but becomes a growl deep from his throat. He wants to stay planted right there—all night—but he also wants—needs—his dick back on you.
Obeying his desires, he comes back up, planting his hands back on the armrest of the couch. Without the use of his hands, he lets his length slide easily between and against your messy slit—completely fucking drenched—with a slow torque of his hips.
He moans so damn loud when he first makes contact with you, his vicious, frequent dreams becoming a reality right before his very eyes. It’s too fucking much.
“Fucking hell, I want my mouth on you so bad but I can’t keep my dick off you... It feels too good.” He groans, “S’fucking good, you have no idea…”
“It d-does…” Your eyes share glances between his cock and his face, his brows knitted and his face focused entirely on not cumming on you.
You buck your hips up, “P-please, put it i-in—s-stop teasing m-me…”
He smiles, fighting back another groan, “No, not yet. I think you fuck him while I’m around to drive me crazy. To push me until I do this…”
“Caleb—f-fuck—put it i-in…”
“No. You’re too cute, I want to hear you begging a little longer...” You’re stuck, slack and obedient to the grinding of his cock. “…To push me until I tease your pretty little pussy with my dick—”
Your voice is almost a cry—so fucking loud and needy, “You’re s-so mean!”
“I’m mean?” He laughs, “Oh, pips, that’s cute. So cute. You’ve got no idea... This is me being nice.”
“You’re the one who’s mean, teasing me... All. The. Fucking. Time. You walk around in little shorts, just your bra, bite me, hit me, bend over in front of me…” During his onslaught of grinding, he lets the head of his cock rest against your entrance briefly, causing you to gasp before he drives it straight back up toward your clit, slowly. “You even get your tight little pussy fucked while I’m home.” He releases a grunt, the head of his cock stopping at your clit, “And I’m mean?” He laughs—to himself, not you.
Your voice is a crude whine, “C-Caleb!”
“I’ll ask you one last time…where’s your boyfriend right now, huh?”
You can’t peel your eyes off his cock, “He’s not my b-boyfriend…”
“Mhm, sure.” He careful in how he lets his tip slow down by your clit, “If he’s not your boyfriend, then what am I, hm?”
“Gege…”
“That’s right…and Gege’s ready to take care of you when he’s not here.”
Only able to offer up a whimper, “Mmhm…”
“Look at you, already obsessed with watching my cock. Told you I'd ruin you.” You want to say something, do something—hit him—but you can’t...you don’t even bother to look at him. “Open your mouth.”
“Mmph—nngh…”
His voice is low, “Look at me and open your mouth...” Taking one of his hands off the armrest, he leans in closer, pinching both sides of the chain of his necklace between two fingers. “That’s it…” The pendant drops into your mouth, “Remember when you gave this to me?”
The metal is cool in your mouth, “Mmhm…” You’re dizzy...his cock still hasn’t stopped...
“You claim me, too, you know.” He groans, lowering further until he can get his lips on yours. Tilting up again, his necklace pulls from your mouth, “You’re mine. All fucking mine... Don’t you forget it.” You nod desperately and he suddenly appears completely satisfied, “Are you ready for Gege to fill you up?”
“Yes, y-yes, yes! S-stop f-fucking—” You gasp violently, “Mmm!”
Relatively easy due to the utter slickness now spread and covering you both, he pushes just the tip of his cock inside you.
Shaking from the feeling, you both stay silent a moment. He’s sure to look down again before back up at you to confirm that what he’s seeing—what he’s feeling—is actually real.
Maybe…this was your opportunity to turn the tides against him. If you could just focus—it’d be so damn easy to make him cum.
You draw your knees up, the shift in angle drawing his cock just the tiniest bit further inside until he’s practically wincing. “You’re b-barely inside, Gege—gonna cum a-already?”
“N-no—shush...I’m—h-holy shit—when I-I don’t move…it feels like you’re—nngh—f-fuck!”
Pulling your legs up higher, lifting your feet off the couch, you carefully grip the backs of your thighs, tugging until your thighs are pressed against your body. Fighting a moan, “G-go on, ruin me—l-like you said y-you would…”
“Mmm—mmhm…” Sinking a bit deeper, his eyes close and he takes a deep breath through his nose, trying so hard to concentrate. You let out a small giggle, watching his face carefully. “H-hey, quiet, y-you.”
“Mmm—” he sinks in more, the head of his cock and a little over an inch past finally inside, “f-fuck...”
“Gege, you’re s-so big, mmmph—” It didn’t matter how wet you were, the stretch was still overwhelmingly palpable, the head of his cock spreading you wide open in order to take him.
“Shh, d-don’t—stop it—nngh—”
Moaning, your fingers dig into your thighs, pulling up even further, hoping to encourage him to go deeper. “P-please—m-more—mmm—” Seeming to have calmed down some, he lets his eyes open again, his pupils blown and consuming all color in his eyes. “Better?”
“Mmhm…h-hardly—” Groaning, he lets himself sink further, a little over halfway now.
You’re gasping at the pressure, letting your legs go and reaching for his arms instead. “Closer—nngh—I w-want you closer to me.”
After a slight adjustment, he’s able to take his hands off the armrest, “Mmm…hold onto m-me, wrap your legs around me...” Nodding, your arms go up and around his neck and your legs around the low point of his waist, his arms braced on the couch itself now, your chests much closer together.
What he doesn’t anticipate though, is your heels pressing into his back, pushing him down—pulling him in. Once he’s completely inside you, you stay in a mutual silence after a shared loud gasp, “Meimei…your pussy feels s’good…s-so much better than I imagined—m-my god…”
“Y-you feel s-so good inside me—oh m-my—nngh—”
Pressing his forehead against yours, “I don’t want him inside you ever again—nngh—just me, always me.” He pulls back partially before pushing back in slowly—so slow that it’s almost excruciating to feel each inch of him stretching you, ripping a moan straight from your throat. “But—mmm—you’re s’fucking naughty…I know you’ll let him—even after this…” He does the same thing—but, pulls out further and comes back faster.
“F-fuck—!”
“God, you’re so fucking mean to me…keeping this from me…” His hips tilt upward during his most recent thrust, your brows knitting deeply as you moan vehemently. “Oh—” He smirks, thinking but not saying out loud: found it.
“K-kiss me, p-please.” You don’t have to ask twice.
Slow at first, eventually his weight comes baring down onto you, his hips thrusting at a careful pace—not too fast, not too slow—both of you exhaling through your nose as the kiss deepens. It was painful—just how much was behind this moment.
This moment was a complete surrendering. A surrendering to passion, lust, and a deep, all consuming love. It was easy to cloak such feelings throughout the night in lust and lust alone, but right now, that ability became less and less, instead being easily felt and understood in this particular kiss.
It was still easier, though, not to say so aloud, but to do this, instead.
Breaking away to gasp and moan, your head tilts back into the couch. His lips come down on your chin, the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your neck…nuzzling his face into you affectionately.
With his lips right next to your ear, “Next time his cock is as deep as it’ll go inside you…I want you to think about this…” Your hands move from his neck to his back, feeling his taut muscles before digging your nails into his skin. “Your pussy gripping me tight, pulling me in…begging me for my cum, yeah?” Helplessly, the mention, the thought...and the realization finally settling in, you buck your hips up to meet his, wanting nothing more than for him to fill you. “Can you do that for me, Meimei?”
“Nngh! Mmhm…y-yes—f-fuck, yes—”
“Good girl…” Groaning loudly, losing his grip over his ability to hold back along with a piece of his sanity, “Tell me…what do you want?”
“H-harder—nngh—faster—p-please…m-my god— I want—”
Doing just as you ask, his voice is hoarse as he fights his own release, “Go on…”
“Y-you to cum inside me, p-please—mmph—!”
Crashing his lips down onto yours, he holds on as long as he can, waiting, waiting until the very last second…waiting until you’re trying to turn your head away from him so you can breath. So you can scream, the repeated thrust of his cock leaving your legs shaking and your walls clenching around him until he can’t wait anymore.
But, even then, he doesn’t give you that opportunity to breathe, his lips still feverishly on yours, loud, desperate moans being exchanged between your mouths when you both finally let go—together.
***
The next—who knows how many—days are filled with frenzied impatience, waiting until the house is completely empty…just laying in wait to get your hands all over each other…to all the places they shouldn’t be. Neither of you could stop—it was the most thrilling feeling there ever was.
***
“C-Caleb—s-stop it—what are you—” A giggling mess, already having your legs over his shoulders, he clamps his hands down around the tops of your thighs above your knees and sits up—all the way to his knees, dragging you with him.
Completely upright on his knees on the bed, you’re dangling by your legs from his body, your head almost not even on the mattress, only barely resting there at an angle.
Still laughing, you’re trying to paw at any part of him, but you can’t reach. “Y-you’re crazy—w-what even—”
Staring down at you, his mouth hovering over your cunt, he smiles, his eyes flicking between your breasts spilling forward toward your neck and your gasping, giggling face.
“So cute…” Without another word and silencing your laughter immediately, he engulfs your curvature with his mouth, softly sucking on your clit.
“H-hey—mmph—s-shit—” Dangling from his body, you feel the blood rushing to your head and already creating a deliciously nauseating sensation.
Stopping only to lick a stripe up your slit, parting you further, with the point of his tongue, he drives his tongue into your entrance, “Mmph…”
“Oh my god—h-hey—! Nngh—” His fingers dig into your thighs while he watches your expression, slowing the in and out plunge of his tongue each time you moan. “Y-your tongue…mmm…m-my god…it’s—”
Pulling his tongue out from you, he kisses the top of your slit lightly, “It’s what?”
“S’fucking good—mmph—”
He smiles down at you again before circling your clit with his tongue, shortly after pushing his tongue right back inside you. “T-that’s—oh my god—”
“What?” He licks your clit again, “He doesn’t do this, either?” You moan and shake your head no, “My poor pips…I’ll treat you right, hm?” His tongue drags against the length of your slit again, the endless teasing driving a moan straight out from your chest, “I treat you how you deserve.”
***
As you slip your hands around his waist, his voice is a hiss, “Pips—”
“Hmm?” Your voice is lazy, sleepy. “…No one’s here…”
Without you seeing, his brows raise, “Oh—”
“You look so handsome when you’re cooking breakfast…for me, hm?”
You slip your hand underneath the hem of his sweats, “Uh-h-huh…” In a tank top, you find the skin available to you, and sink your teeth into his tricep. He’s quick to harden in your hand, “S-shit…”
“Mhm…you’re sweet for cooking for me, but...I want something else…”
At the soft stroke of your hand, he lets out a gasp, “Oh, y-yeah?”
Your voice is a slow drag as your hand glides over his cock, “Mhmm…”
Huffing a breath out from his nose, “…And what’s that?”
You let your fingertips brush the head of his cock before the whole of your hand returns to his base, “Do I really have to say?”
He drops what he’s holding, gripping the kitchen counter instead, a small groan escaping his lips. “Mhm, I wanna hear you say it…”
You press your face into his back, your free hand coming up toward his chest, your fingers grazing over one of his nipples, “...I want you to cum down my throat.”
“Geez—nngh—pips…someone woke up horny, hm?”
“Mhm…can’t stop thinking about last night…been wanting your cum in my mouth since then…”
“Fuck—”
It doesn’t take much longer for his sweats to be around his ankles on the floor of the kitchen and for you to be on your knees in front of him, taking him into your mouth. “H-holy fuck…”
“Mmhm…” The vibrations from your vocalizations have him a groaning mess, his thumb stroking your cheek while he stares down at you.
“S’pretty…good girl…” You nod softly, your tongue careful to glide and apply pressure to the underside of his length. “Mmm—your tongue—” Both of his hands wrap around the back of your head, not pushing or pulling, but just resting, his fingertips gently slipping into your hair.
Unintentionally—sort of, you bat your eyes at him, moaning against his cock, “Mmhmm…” He knows what you want without you having to say so.
“You’re s-sure?” You nod, scooting closer to him to take more. “F-fuck—okay…” His fingers grip a bit tighter as he pulls his hips back, careful and slow before pushing back in a little faster—not fast enough.
You grip the back of his thighs, pressing your nails hard into his skin until he winces, “Ah—! Fuck, s’naughty…you want Gege to fuck your face, hm?” You moan against his skin, pulling him forward. Lacing his fingers further into your hair, he grips you tight, “Alright…don’t forget you asked…”
As soon as he’s lewdly plunging into your mouth repeatedly, your eyes are practically rolling back into your skull, the hot, wet feeling of him hitting the back of your throat again, and again, exhilarating. He can’t stop cursing or telling you how pretty you look as spit starts to pool and drip from the corners of your mouth.
By the time he’s shooting his cum deep into the back of your throat, your eyes are watering, moans, gasps, and small gags coming frequently and easily from your throat. It doesn’t matter though, with him still wedged deep in your mouth, you swallow each and every drop of cum he has to offer you.
Curious for what he might do, fighting the fact that you’re dizzy and dripping, afterward you stand straight up, wipe your chin, and say, “Thank you,” with a wicked grin, turning on your heel to walk out of the kitchen.
“Woah, woah—you—!” He’s rushing to pick his clothes up off the floor and back onto his hips. Just fast enough, he’s stopping you by encircling his arms around your waist, his lips against your ear, “And where do you think you’re going, hm?”
“Oh, you know…back to sleep.” You’re biting your bottom lip to stop a smile from spreading across your face as a result of getting the exact reaction you wanted.
“Mmm,” his face nuzzles your neck, his teeth grazing your skin but not biting down, “but I haven’t had my breakfast yet…”
***
Already half asleep, you hear your bedroom door creak open quietly before closing. Without a word, a familiar, warm and cozy figure slips underneath your comforter.
You welcome his arms wrapping around you, pulling you back into his chest. “Mmm, what you are doing, it’s late…”
His voice is groggy, “Can’t sleep…can’t stop thinking about you…” He drives his hips into you, “Wanna be close to you…”
“We can’t, it’s late…we’ll be…loud…”
He chuckles quietly into your shoulder, “Mmm…we could risk it, hm? I’ve been wanting to test your ability to stay quiet…”
You giggle softly, both of your voices a continued whisper, “Oh, is that right?”
“Mhm…” His hand finds its way between your thighs, running up slowly until he lets the whole of his hand cup your curvature. “It’ll be hot…whaddya say?” Keeping his entire hand between your legs and over your panties, he lets his middle and ringer finger apply pressure to your slit, slowly starting to rub up then down before landing on your clit. You let out a small gasp into your pillow, “Hm?” You push your ass back into his already hard cock, “Oh? A silent yes? You’re already doing a good job at keeping quiet, pips.”
You stay like that surprisingly long, even when his hand slips beneath your panties to play with you, leaving small kisses to your neck. When tiny, needy whimpers fall from your lips, “Shh, you’re doing so good…”
“Mmhm…” You reach your hand back, finding the edge of his briefs and pushing down. He bites your shoulder softly, helping your hand in the process, shortly after doing the same with your panties. Neither his briefs nor your panties even make it past your knees before he’s slipping his cock inside you from behind. “Mmmph—nngh—”
Quickly, his hand comes over and around your shoulder to cover your mouth, knowing well what sounds you make when he fills you completely. “Shh…” You bite the edge of his palm, “Mhm…good girl…”
Despite everything starting slow, gentle, and deliberate, when things pick up in intensity, you’re fighting so hard to stay quiet. Sensing your impending failure, he pulls out, “W-wait—”
“Shh, lay on your stomach for me.” Giving you the space to do so, once you’re comfortable, he wedges his knees between your legs. As you arch to meet him, with his cock in his hand, he teases your entrance until you’re wriggling. When you whine, “Shush, you. Put your face in the pillow for me, yeah?”
As soon as you do what he says, he slips right back in and you release a less contained moan into the fabric of the pillow. His lips come right next to your ear, whispering, “Mmm, that’s it…good girl for Gege, hm? Can’t stay completely quiet, can you?”
***
This ended like how it all began…Caleb on the other side of the door, working himself into his hand listening in while Zayne helplessly…passionately…drove himself into your cunt.
But this time…it was wildly more exhilarating. He knew—and knew well—you were thinking about him now. How could you not? You were probably busy thinking about how as soon as Zayne left, Caleb would be sure to claim you all over again—to replace Zayne’s scent on you, with his.
You were his. You are his. Like he said, give yourself to whoever you want. It didn’t matter. All he had to do was start the process over again—each and every time.
The barrier between you both was broken—forever.
***
Later that same night…Caleb’s pulling you back from behind onto his cock, your hands gripping the counter in the bathroom until your knuckles turn white—the room still full of steam from the shower you just had. You purposefully left the door unlocked. You didn’t even dry off...
Once he’s completely inside you, your walls clenching down hard and repeatedly around him, “Was it good, pips?”
“Nngh—f-fuck—”
“It’s okay—like I’ve told you—you don’t have to lie to me.” Keeping one hand on your left hip, he continues to pull you back as he drives forward—again, and again—but his right hand snakes around you, easily finding your clit. “You’re allowed to say yes, you know.”
“Mmmph—m-my god—”
He smiles, staring down at you while you take him. “That just means this...mmm....has to be better.”
“C-Caleb—nngh—h-holy fuck—”
Staying completely inside you a moment, his left hand leaves your hip, switching to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking you back and up—forcing you to look at him through the foggy mirror. “Look at you, so fucking pretty—always. But, especially when my cock is filling you up.”
“Mmhm…”
“I bet you’ve asked him to do some of the things I do to you, haven’t you?”
“Mm-mm—nngh—I h-haven’t.”
“Liar. I have ears, you know.” His voice cracks into a loud groan, obsessed with the feeling of you. “Okay—this, I want you to lie about. Whatever the answer, you know which one I wanna hear.”
Pulling your hair tighter, his right hand that’s been on your clit leaves you, offering only the smallest bit of respite, that is until that same hand latches onto your right hip, pulling out to the very tip of his cock only to slam back into your needy, swollen cunt as hard as he can.
Your trembling body presses into the counter from the force, “Ah—f-fuck—!”
Tipping forward by bending slightly at his hips, he gets as close to the back of your head as he can, using your hair to pull you even closer back toward him, your back arching dramatically. “Tell me...who feels better?”
Your answer rings out into the small bathroom quick, “Nngh—y-you—!” It wasn't a lie—and he knew it, too.
Description: Goading Caleb into calling you Jiejie. Even if not by much, you’re older than him, after all.
WC: 3.5k
So...um...yeah, no plot. (TW: Gege/Jiejie usage) This is for my baby apples who are older than Caleb &/or aren’t but want him to call you Jiejie anyway—teehee. Enjoy, MWAH!
- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)
Starting as a coaxing coo, palming his clothed length with your hand in slow strokes during, “Go on…” eventually your voice develops an edge, “say it.”
“Ngh—mm-mm…” Caleb shakes his head side to side desperately, swallowing harshly with rapid blinks when he peers back down at you, his next word coming out like it’s meant for himself—not you, “W-won’t—” His knuckles start to turn white the harder he grips the desk he’s leaning against.
“Oh,” you smile, “but...you will.” Letting your fingertips trail up his length to the head of his cock, vehemently restrained and tugging against his briefs, you swipe only the very tip of your index finger on his head, feeling a warm, wet patch against the cotton. As he’s whining, staring at your slow, torturous finger that’s now making a teasing circle, “Come on, go ahead.”
“Mmm, f-fuck…you’re not even—” his eyes meet yours again, which have been trained on him from the start, wicked and ill-intentioned, “hah, ngh—a full year—”
You hum warmly, interrupting him as you let your finger slip from his tip and trace a line back down to the base of his cock, “Still counts, doesn’t it?”
“Mmm,” his brows knit deeply, another firm gulp occurring in his throat, paired with an occasional buck from his hips toward your hand, “oh my god, p-please, I-I—”
“Hm, I don’t think so…” Down on your knees as you have been, you lean in closer, as if you’re speaking directly to his cock before meeting his eyes again, “You know what I wanna hear.”
You grin at him, watching his built chest rise and fall, quickly but simultaneously deeply, “…Jiejie, please…” Getting what you long for is like soothing and melodic music to your ears; it’s too easy to get him to crack…but man oh man, is it fun—too fun. Still palming him, it gives you time to appreciate the bright flush stretching from his cheeks to his ears, down his neck, even his chest…
“I’m so hard, ngh—” his voice becomes increasingly desperate, “s-so fucking hard, j-just—”
Cutting him some slack due to his inability to finish his sentence, you moan quietly when feeling his cock twitch—jump—under your hand, “Mm, that’s a good boy.”
Slowly, you let your fingertips hook beneath the band of his briefs—his breath immediately hitches, and the sound allows you an additional wicked grin. “So good for me, hm?” He nods pathetically, almost gasping, not even looking at you directly, his eyes fixed on your hands and the slow pull of his briefs outward and down—the glistening head of his cock, slick with precum, finally hitting the air.
He gasps properly now, “F-fuck—”
You make your own sound, somewhere between an appreciative hum and a breathy moan, “Mmm—just look at you…”
“Mhm—” Slow—really slow—in your movements, you haven’t even pulled his briefs completely off yet. His voice is quiet and pleading; his desperation and the sight of his length sending a throb straight to your cunt, “P-please—h-holy shit—” He would never admit it, but he was fearing—badly so—that he was soon to burst from the night’s prolonged teasing.
You can’t help but suck your bottom lip between your teeth when he’s finally, and completely, free, a gentle bob in his weighty cock—practically staring you down. After pressing a feather-light kiss to his slick tip, “You wanna cum in Jiejie’s mouth, hm?”
You smile up at him again, relishing in his vigorous nod, “Y-yes, oh my god, yes. S’bad, p-please—”
“Mm, I’ll reward you for being so good.” You lick a smooth, long stripe up your palm, eliciting an instant and anticipatory throaty groan from him. Setting a deliberate pace, you cautiously wrap your hand around his base, scooting closer and lifting up slightly with your quads until you’re sitting on your heels.
With his jaw alternating between slack and clenched, you start with slow strokes, hardly reaching the halfway point of his cock, “T-thank you, thank y-you…than—” Silencing his repetitious thanks instantly, you carefully wrap your lips around his tip, “Oh, h-holy fuck—”
You can’t not giggle in the form of a small reverberation from your throat, your tongue meeting the underside of the head of his cock as you glide over him to take more, “Mmhm…”
Knowing you’re flippant and very well may stop just to fuck with him, his hands cautiously come off the desk, slowly brushing some hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ears, “S’fuckin’ pretty…my cock s-stretching your mouth open…n-ngh, f-fuck…”
To his surprise, the praise only makes you take more of him, your hand moving a bit faster as it works to meet your mouth in the middle, “M-my god, y-you…your tongue i-is—it’s fuckin’ p-perfect—mmph!”
You sigh a quiet hum against his velvety skin, an originally slow warming of your core now burning. You watch him carefully, drinking in the flex of his taut abs, clenching seemingly each and every time your tongue glides and caresses the underside of his length. With each push, pull, and bob of your head—forward and back—your hand matches the rhythm, a bit of spit now pooling at the corners of your mouth.
“S’good…so, so, so—” his head collapses back momentarily, an attempt to collect and control himself before snapping back up, practically gasping for air that only seems to escape him, “so fuckin’ good—nngh—the b-best…” His thumbs delicately swipe over your cheeks, enjoying the sight of his thick length filling your mouth, your lips tightly wrapped around him.
When he presses into one of your cheeks with his thumb, you give him a look—a subtle warning, but he only grins, “I’m still—hah, mmm—s-shit, I’m still y-your Gege, hm?”
You release a subtle moan against his cock, slowly pulling your mouth off him but allowing your hand to still work him, “Yes. Yes, you are.” He moans openly to your confirmation, his eyes never leaving yours as you also utter the moans he longs to hear.
“Now…” you slow the stroke of your hand, “be a good boy for Jiejie...and cum—” stopping somewhere in the middle of his impressive length, you jut your tongue out, staring up at him as you tap the head of his cock against your tongue and between words, “…right…here…”
His voice is almost a chuckle—almost, “Oh, y-you’re so—” he gaps loudly, shuttering, when you deliberately grind the base of your tongue against his frenulum, his hips bucking forward, eyes fixed on your inviting mouth—swollen and flushed lips—and the head of his cock running back and forth over your tongue, “Fuck—! Nngh!” Staying as you are, you release a restrained moan when a hot, thick rope of his cum shoots and spreads across your tongue, gliding down and into your throat. Hardly—but still—swiping your tongue, your hand moves faster, reaching just below the head of cock as you jerk him off into your mouth.
The look on his face and the whimpers mixed with guttural groans send repeated throbs through your cunt, your clit practically twitching to each beautiful sound he makes, “Fuuuck, oh m-my god, y-you—” He can’t form proper sentences, each rope of his delicious cum he gives you ending them and forcing him to start another, “P-perfect, y-you’re—” By then, your eyes are mutually locked, a glimmer of satisfaction resounding in yours, “S’good—pips, fuck me—h-holy—so, so, so—ngh!”
Swallowing along the way, more than once, “W-wait—wait—mmm—h-hold on—” You know what he wants. Residual cum in your mouth, your hand still gripped on his cock, you let what’s left spill partially over your bottom lip. He’s quick to catch it before it can drip, using his thumb to spread it across and over your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth, “Fuuck, look at that—” Your lips wrap around his thumb, sucking softly while the pad of his thumb rubs over your tongue, pushing down slightly, “S’fuckin’ pretty…”
Suddenly lacking your bravado of control, you moan around his thumb, the noise sounding louder when he pops his digit out of your mouth, leaving you to happily swallow again—whatever, and all, of what’s left. When you finally release his cock from your hand, he’s pushing off the desk and bending down to quickly hook his hands under your armpits and yank you off the floor, “Kiss m-me—kiss me right fuckin’ now.”
Wasting not a spilt second, you’re throwing your arms around his neck, your mouths quick to connect—tongues first, “Mmph—nngh—” The sounds you make match, a gentle hum as you both cock your heads in opposite directions, exploring the warmth, pace, and taste of each other—the taste of him.
With a strand of saliva that snaps between your lips as you both pull away, “Mm—fuckin’ hell—you w-wreck me…” You grin, leaning in to kiss him again, but he tips back, his arms tightening around you, “You have no idea...” but you force it, crashing down onto him again. This leaves him only with the option to speak between wet, desperate kisses, “Wanna…need to—mm, ngh—make you cum.” You just keep coming back, “Let me…taste you…nngh…need it…s’fuckin’…badly.” You don’t stop kissing him—you can’t, it’s too addicting.
You gasp into his mouth when both of his hands clamp onto your waist like a vice, lifting you straight off the ground, “C’mere,” turning around to place you onto the desk he was just “sitting” on.
You release a surprised giggle, “Ah! H-hey—!” You’re actually properly sitting with the way he places you. Already completely naked, that makes the next series of actions easier—much easier.
He shakes his head softly, his eyes dark, “Mm-mm.” Leaning into your neck, his teeth sink into your skin before he speaks in a low tone, “You got what you wanted. My turn.” Tired of waiting, he parts from your body and drops to his knees with a thud.
“Oh,” you try your damnedest not to let your voice falter as he places one of your thighs at a time over his shoulders, “so, you didn’t want what you just got, is that it?”
Palming—massaging—your quads in his hands, his eyes are fixed on your dripping wet cunt, a moan escaping his throat at the sight of how wet making him cum got you, “…Didn’t say that.”
Sputtering from the look in his eyes when he gazes back up at you, hair messy and clinging to his forehead, “Hm—sure s-sounded like—” He looks away again and you’re cut off by his mouth immediately engulfing you, a warm caress of his lips at the top of you curvature, his tongue following soon after to part your slit, “Oh my god—C-Caleb—”
Panting, he shakes his head, placing sloppy, reckless kisses to your slit before speaking, “Uh-uh—Gege.” You can’t respond before his tongue is back on you, swiping at your clit, a gentle massage with the rounded and center base of his tongue.
Just as he did, you grip the desk, “S-shit—your tongue—”
“Mhm—” He’s, in effect, making out with your cunt, a shaky hum sounding with each kiss, lick, and suck. Pulling away partially, he licks a slow stripe up the length of your messy slit, his eyes landing on yours when the tip of his tongue meets your clit, “Say it, or I’ll stop.”
With a quiet but mocking laugh, “Is this y-your revenge, hm? Punishment for Jiejie?”
He raises his brows in defiance, leaning away, “Fine—”
You sit up a bit, “Okay—okay! So needy, hm, Gege?” Reaching out with one hand to lace your fingers into the hair at the back of his head, you pull him forward again, “Don’t pout, c’mere.” Alongside your guidance, he gets closer, his eyes flicking between yours and your wet cunt directly in front of his face, “Mhm—closer.” He groans when your grip tightens, “Good boy.” He can’t refrain from kissing your slit again, earning a hum from you before you speak again, “Gege, will you pleeease make me cum?” When he looks up at you, you’re sure to play up your appreciative whine, “You’re sooo good at it. The best.”
He groans deeply, his eyes not knowing where to land. Your warm eyes? Your heaving breasts? Or, your inviting, dripping cunt? Wet for him, and him only. He swallows harshly, “Now you’re just taunting me...”
You gently shake your head, “Mm-mm.” Moving your one hand temporarily, you rake both of your hands through his hair, a light tug as you lace your fingers through it, prompting him to look up at you properly, “I mean it.” You watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallows again, his eyes overtly soft—nearly pleading, “No one can make me feel like you do, Gege.” When you say those words, a quiet whimper escapes him. “I can see how bad you want it...” Using his hair, you pull him closer, “So…just take it, hm?”
With his eyes fixed back on your cunt, he hardly nods, possessed and driven to move closer—and closer. He does want it—badly. You gasp when his tongue gently meets your clit. “That’s it…” with each quiet whimper from you, he goes the slightest bit faster, his tongue a smooth, gentle lap, “g-good boy.”
His hands return to your thighs, squeezing the muscle under his wide palms, seeming to—if anything—push and nudge your thighs to close in around his head, “O-oh my god, mhm—s-see? Why would Jiejie lie?” He hums a satisfied groan, the vibrations from his pleased vocalizations making you twitch, “S’good—the absolute b-best—nngh—” you release a sharp whine followed by a gasp when his lips form a tight circle over your clit, applying a light vacuumed pressure as he sucks, “mmph!”
After the sound of low suckle stops, he pops his mouth off of you with a gasp. In between light kitten licks to your clit, “Fuck—taste s’good—mmm—” he can’t help but press the whole of his mouth back against you, grinding his tongue on your clit just to hear you moan again before speaking further, “want you…to…cum…” He resumes a consistent pace, needing the sound of you moaning to flood his ears...more than he needs absolutely anything else.
“Oh m-my god, mhm, just like that—ngh!” Despite your words, he stops suddenly, leaving you wholly desperate and panting loudly—your chest heaving dramatically. “H-hey—!”
Maybe he does want revenge. Just a little bit, is all...
He looks up at you with a wicked grin, his lips and chin glistening and slick, “Such a good girl.” Letting one of his hands leave your thighs, he swipes his thumb as delicately as he’s able over your clit, slowly and repeatedly in a short up and down motion, “Are you gonna cum for Gege?”
“Y-yes, yes—!” He grins once more, pressing his lips into your inner thigh, “F-fuckin’ shit…Gege, keep going—p-please…”
He hums into your thigh before biting your flesh, hard, “That’s more like it, hm?”
“Please, p-please, your m-mouth feels s’fuckin’ good— I-I—”
His voice is low, warm breath washing over you but partially blocked by his thumb, “One more time, Jiejie.”
“Gege, please—make me cum—I w-want—” You’re gasping as his thumb leaves you, replaced by his mouth hungrily back on you—sparing little time in sucking your clit. Your voice is a sharp whine, near a shriek, “Fuuck—f-fuck!”
See? Just a little bit...
Glossed over by the sounds of your pleasure, you swear you hear him laugh against you—well, you’re at least sure you feel it, a low vibration against your clit when he switches back to a deliberate grind with his tongue. “S-shit—shit, m’gonna, m’gonna—!” Determined for him not to go anywhere, your fingers thread through his hair again, pulling him as close as he can possibly get to your cunt. With the same exact—if not stronger—determination as you, his hands grip your thighs bruisingly, he himself humming and groaning as you fall apart on his tongue.
As he’s caught between your legs, you twitch—nearly kick—your feet pressing into his broad back as he works you through each lasting sensation. “Caleb—C-Caleb, oh m-my fucking god! S-slow down—slow dow—f-fuck! It’s s-s’good—I c-can’t—I ca—” As your voice peters out into nothing but whiny moans, he shakes his head “no” to the extent he’s able between your squeezing thighs, only holding you tighter as he wraps his lips to suck again, “Ah! Hah, nngh, fuck!”
Eyes closed, he sounds completely animalistic below you, working, and working quickly, to bring you to a second cascading orgasm—more intense than the last. “Gege—mmph! H-holy shit, stop, s-stop—oh my—” he doesn’t stop, “nngh!”
Okay, maybe more than just a little bit...
Eventually unsure of the count of your end—or ends, rather—he doesn’t stop until you’re yanking his hair hard enough to pull him off of you, the lower half of his face soaked. Trembling on the desk—just about ready to fold forward—he’s nudging your thighs off his shoulders, standing up in a rush, and wedging his hips between your legs, wrapping your legs around him in the process.
“You sound...” he grips your chin harshly with his index finger and thumb, “s’fuckin’ perfect when you cum.” He crashes his lips onto yours, speaking between hot, wet, and broken kisses—the taste of you permeating in both of your mouths, “When you…cum…for Gege…hm?”
“Y-yes—” Before you can continue, you’re gasping to the feeling of his painfully hard cock grinding against your drenched slit, “Oh m-my god—” Between more sloppy kisses, “So hard—a-already, hm? Didn’t I just—”
He sounds almost irritated, having had enough with your brattiness all damn day, “Fucking duh, ’course I am—mmm—f-fuck—love makin’ you cum.” Peeling his mouth from yours, he leans back just enough, taking his cock in his hand to drag it up and down the length of your parted slit, particular in rubbing his tip against your swollen clit until you whimper.
“F-fuck, Gege—put it in—r-right now.” You latch onto his moving forearm, using your other hand to grip his opposite bicep, “I n-need to feel you.”
Ripping his eyes away from the beautiful sight of teasing you, he’s grinning when he looks at you, his cock under his control not stopping, “Look who’s desperate now, hm?”
You sink your nails into his skin further, awaiting—and receiving—a welcomed hiss from him, “Shut up and fuck me, would you?”
He tsks, tapping the head of his cock against your clit, “So bossy, Jiejie.”
Biting back a moan, your eyes switching from his cock to his amused expression, “You—ngh—l-like it.”
“Mmhm, I really—ngh—” he runs his tip back down to your entrance, slowly pushing into you, “mmm...really fucking do...” You share the same relieved moan, adjusting under the pressure of one another—sure to hold onto each other as tightly as you’re able.
As he sinks, you both watch his cock disappear into you, “Mmph! M-more, more, s-so—nngh!”
When you both look away from the closing distance, his forehead presses against yours, “Jiejie, your pussy feels amazing—p-perfect—s’perfect…”
You smile, struggling to hold the expression and to speak through a series of broken moans when he starts to intentionally thrust into your aching cunt, “T-thought you didn’t w-wanna call me—”
His voice carries a specific grit, his hips snapping forward to fill you completely, “Quiet—” but that grit is lost as he feels your walls squeeze, pulse, and hug around him—as he listens to you moan loudly for him, “mm—h-holy fuck—” You allow both of your hands to come around his shoulders, your nails sinking, scratching at his soft skin.
Holding you close, he nuzzles his face into your neck, his hands gripping your hips to scoot you closer to the desk’s edge—or, better yet, further onto his cock, the torque of his hips only getting faster and faster with each gasping second shared between the both of you. “S-shit, yes, y-yes! Mmhm, right t-there—!” He groans into your neck, biting you again, “Gege, don’t f-fuckin’ stop—ngh!”
Growling into your neck, “Thaaat’s it.” You cling desperately to him, moaning—mewling—at each instance of the head of his cock pressing into your G-spot with repetitive intensity, “Much better, pips. Goood fuckin’ girl for me, huh?” One of his hands leaves your hip, gripping the hair at the nape of your neck and craning your head to the side. With easier access to your ear, his voice is a harsh and close whisper, “Want Gege to fill you up...again, hm?”
“Yes—y-yes, oh my god—I need y-your cum—all of i-it, all of it, a-all—” Interrupting you, he laughs at your stuttering—at your eager and repetitive desperation for him.
“Don’t worry, Jiejie…Gege will give you everything you want...”
Description: Caleb gets a kick out of how hot you think he looks with his hair pushed back.
WC: 4k
As Regina George once said..."Your hair looks so sexy pushed back." (Someone actually hit me in the face I can't stop thinking about him. REEEE!!!!!!!!!!)
- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)
Looking for you, as usual, Caleb’s voice sounds from down the hall. “Pips?”
As he enters the living room and when you peer up from your phone while sat on a long lounge chair, your eyes widen.
He’s got a crisp, white towel wrapped and hanging low on his hips. A few droplets of water roll from his collarbones down his bare chest, and…wet, his hair is slicked back.
Taking slow and nonchalant steps forward, as a wet strand of hair falls down over his forehead, he takes both of his hands and rakes his fingers through his hair, pulling it all back again and in place. “Babe, have you seen my— Hey, what’s the matter?”
Your lips part, but nothing comes out. Your eyes finally relax as they fall and follow a single droplet of water that descends past his chest, down his abs, and disappears at contact with the towel at his hips. You swallow hard, your lips finally closing.
Your eyes linger on his hips—on his V-lines that disappear beyond the towel. That is, until he speaks, “Hello, earth to pips!” Your eyes snap back up to meet his, but, they quickly flick between his eyes and his hair.
“Mm, um—y-you—” You blink slowly, shaking your head, “Your hair is—i-it’s getting kinda long, n-no?” You’re trying to fight against an active pant. You’re not sure the last time you even got a good look at his forehead. The answer probably was in the shower—together—but it’d be hard to remember details…
“What? Don’t like it?” He places his hands on his hips, “I can go get a trim this week, hm?” He offers you a warm smile, happy and willing to do whatever you ask of him—and get rid of anything you don’t like.
You sit up in your seat, “N-no—I didn’t say that...” Not meaning to, your tongue parts past your lips, the action prompting you to pull your bottom lip between your teeth before you speak again, “It’s...pushed back...”
“Well...yeah,” he nods, running a singular hand through it again while speaking—tempting your mouth to fall open again, “been getting in my eyes when I try to shave.”
Your mouth somehow feels wet and dry at the same time, “It’s…”
“Geez pips, what’s the matter? You hate it?” He pouts, cocking his head to the side.
“No! ...No.” You set your phone down, scooting down further, “It’s cute...really, cute.”
He steps forward, smirking, “Oh, is that so?”
“Mmhm...it’s actually...so sexy it’s—” he laughs and you follow suit before continuing, “it’s blinding me— Please, go put a shirt on.”
He gets even closer, too close, his voice a coo, “Ooo, I see.”
Stuttering, you scoot back a bit, “H-hey—y-you—mm-mm! Back up!”
He raises his brows, “Should I drop my towel while I’m at it?” When you don’t reply, one of his hands grips the edge of his towel folded over his hips.
You laugh nervously, “S-stop it! No! ...No.”
Letting go of his towel, he grins, looking you up from head to toe, “You look really cute, too, you know.”
“Caleb—I’m serious—you b-better—”
He gets close enough that his shins are brushing against your feet dangling off the lounge chair. “Especially when you’re blushing from how cute you think I am.” He bends down to meet your eye-line, “Oh, I’m sorry. How sexy I am.” His grin is wicked—you want to hit him.
You get a whole body shiver just from the look in his eyes, which, joking or not, the intent is there and creates a rich sense of anticipation, “Quit it!”
He bends further, “All nervous...hm?”
You try to steel your expression, “I am n-not!”
“Your face doesn’t lie, pips. Especially not to me.” Slowly, his fingers wrap around your ankles until he has you in a firm grasp in his hands. “C’mere—” With a swift tug, he yanks you down until you’re resting at the edge of the lounge chair, your legs spreading and going past his own.
“Y-you—!”
He lets your ankles go and presses his palms flat against the chair just beside your hips, leaning down until his face is directly in front of yours, “Mmm, you’re s’fuckin’ cute when you’re all flustered…”
“I’m not flustered! Y-you just—”
He interrupts, still grinning, “Stop stuttering, then.”
You reach out and flick his bare chest with your finger, “Quiet, you!”
“Ow!” He chuckles, rubbing the spot with his hand while pretending to pout. Once he’s finished, he puts his hand right back where it was. “Don’t act naughty with me just because seeing me out the shower got you all hot and bothered.”
“Caleb!”
“What?” He smile is devious, “Mmm…c’mere, you.” Without a proper warning, he’s sinking his fingertips into your waist, pulling you straight up and out of your seat.
“H-hey!”
“S’fucking cute…you’re coming with me.” You giggle, trying to “fight” against his grasp but wrap your legs around his waist anyway.
After walking a short distance toward the couch, he turns around while holding you to him. You gasp when he plops down onto the couch with you in his arms. Despite the fall he let himself take, he’s careful to hold you up right in his lap. You press your hands against his chest, “You’re—!”
He laughs, cutting you off by pressing his lips into your cheek. “Go ahead, run your hands through it. I know you wanna…” He extends his words in a way that is irritatingly cute.
“Mmm…ugh—y-you—”
“Shush, go ahead.”
You try to say as flatly as you can, “It’s wet.”
“Mhm...wanna help me dry it?”
“Caleb—!”
“Go on…”
Offering up an unsatisfied grumble, you bring your hands up to his forehead, gently pushing your fingers into his wet hair. He hums, leaning back into the couch while gripping your hips a bit tighter. As you push your fingers back, you stare at his hair while he stares at you.
Your voice becomes a whisper, “You’re too cute... You’re not allowed to go outside looking like this.” You pull your hands back only to slip them right back through his hair, this time letting your pinkies line up with the tops of his ears as your hands slide through his hair from the sides of his head rather than the top. He groans, tilting his hips up into your lap. Once your hands pass completely through, you let your fingers trail down the sides of his neck, “Too handsome…”
“Mmm...l like when you’re jealous. But I could say the same about you. If I had my way, I’d never let you go out...” Tempted by the low rumble of his voice, you let your face get closer to his, your lips only mere centimeters apart. “You’re just for me, hm?” One of his hands comes up to caress your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin.
“Mmhm...” You tip further forward, almost whispering against his lips. “And you’re just for me...”
“That’s right—” He meets the other side of your face and with both hands now on your cheeks, pulls you in for a hasty kiss, sighing deep from his chest at the feeling of your lips against his.
You press your forearms against his chest and sink into the kiss, your fingers still a light touch on his neck and his hands on your face holding you close. Allowing a soft “mm” to leave your mouth and enter his, you both crane your heads in slightly opposite directions to deepen the kiss.
Breaking away, he pecks your lips with his once before speaking, “Ngh—” He groans, “Sit up for me.” You do as he says, lifting up off his lap. Quickly, his right hand leaves your face and he slips it beneath his towel, adjusting the uncomfortable angle of his hardening length.
As soon as his hand disappears, you let out a small giggle, instantly putting two and two together. “Hey! Don’t you laugh at me!” He pinches your side with a smile on his face, “You’re the one sitting on me, rubbing up on me, telling me how cute I am.” You sink back into his lap, now easily feeling his hard cock against you and offered up for you to grind against beneath his towel. You let out a quiet hum, twitching against him. His chest heaves under the press of your forearms. “What’d you expect, hm?”
You let your arms lift off his chest and snake behind his neck, allowing one of your hands to grip the hair at the back of his neck, pulling just hard enough so that his head cocks back. You bite his chin playfully until he groans. When you release him from your mouth, “You didn’t have to come over here! You’re the one who—”
Panting with a sly smirk, “Fine. Should I get up, then?”
You scowl, “No…”
His look becomes smug as you loosen your grip in his hair, “Thought as much.”
You narrow your eyes at him, “You—! I’m gonna bite you.”
He smirks, “You just did that. But please, do it again.”
“Ugh! Caleb—”
“S’cute...love it when you want me.” The way he says so makes your brow quirk.
“I always want you.”
“Yeah but…” his hands land back on your hips, “when you really want me.”
You offer him a short, but sweet, kiss, “I always really want you.”
“Shush, you. You know what I mean.” He grips your hips tighter, “When you’re nice and hot for me, can’t hold back…mmm…s’hot.” You laugh at him and roll your eyes.
“Who said I couldn’t hold back?” His eyes glance down to your hands on his chest, your nails sinking into his skin. “Oh, shut up.” Before he can speak again, you’re pressing your lips against his as he fights a small smile. “God—why did you have to come out looking like this?”
“Just to tease you, obviously.” You pinch his skin with your nails, “Ah—!”
Relaxing into his touch, you let your hips drag on his lap, trying to get as much friction as you can from him with a controlled, subtle movement, internally not wanting to give him the satisfaction of appearing—being—pitifully desperate for him.
Slowly, his fingertips slide upward away from your hips and underneath your shirt, beginning to crest on your waist. “You know what I just realized?”
“Hm…?” You sound lazily, continuing to grind yourself down onto his hard cock.
He fights back a groan, his chest rising more dramatically as you apply pressure with your hips, “I’m practically naked…and you’re wearing far too many clothes, pips.”
Your voice is murmur, focused on the feeling he provides, “Why don’t you…help me out of some, then?”
“Mmm…that I can do…” Waiting not at all, he’s tugging your shirt off and over your head, “So beautiful…”
Trying to regain some control, “You’re not so bad yourself...”
“Oh? I thought I was blindingly sexy, hm?”
You grin, fighting a chuckle, “Eh, I was being overly dramatic.”
“You—!” His jaw clenches but his lips are still curled into a smirk, but when his jaw relaxes again, he lets out a laugh. His hands release your hips and come up to run through his hair. “Overly dramatic, huh?”
As you watch him, “Uh-huh…” He laces his fingers behind his head, his elbows out and bent, a slight flex occurring in his biceps. You whine at him, “Stop it! You’re doing that on purpose!”
He angles his hips up into you, causing you to gasp, “What am I doing on purpose?”
“Ugh! You’re r-ridiculous...” Instinctively, you reach between the space created by his arms and palm his biceps. When you give them a gentle squeeze, he can’t help but groan.
He smiles, “Go on, pips. Tell me how sexy I am.”
After one more squeeze, “Quiet, you.” You release his arms and get off his lap.
“Hey—wait—”
“Shush. Keep your arms there, no touching.”
His brows lift and a small smile returns to his face, “Oh?” Standing in front of him you wiggle your shorts off. “Mmm…” His arms twitch and you watch him carefully, making sure he doesn’t move. You turn around in front of him, slowly dragging your panties down with a slight bend at your hips. “Fuck—”
You hear him move. “Ah, ah. What’d I say?”
He sucks in a breath, a throaty chuckle sounding, “Oh, you’re good. This is just mean.”
You turn to face him again, “You started it.” Holding eye contact with him, you let one of your hands slip behind your back to unclasp your bra. He watches it hit the floor, a twitch in his legs.
When you stand closer between his knees, he goes to lower his arms but you press your palms against his elbows to stop him, holding him there. “Mm-mm. You put your arms there, you can leave them there, hm?”
While you hold his arms up by his elbows, his eyes flick down to your bare chest, “Nngh—oh, come o-on, don’t be like that, babe.”
You grin, “Don’t be like what?”
“Mmm—” You let his arms go but give him a stern look. His gaze becomes heavy as he obliges, leaving his hands laced behind his head.
“Stay.” He tilts back, his jaw clenching. “Good boy.”
He moans hearing those words, “Ngh—pips—”
“Shh.” You reach down and tug apart the connection of his towel. “Mmm—” He sucks in another breath, his head tilting down to glance at his cock before back at you, not without stopping at your chest first, though. You look back to him, but only after having a hard time peeling your eyes away from his cock, “Now we’re both completely naked, happy?”
“M-mmhm…” He lets out a groan, fighting to stay still as his abs visibly clench, “Don’t tell me y-you’re gonna sit on my cock and not let m-me touch you...”
You crawl back onto his lap, “Hm…we’ll see.”
“F-fuck—I take it all back—just let me—”
“Shush.” As you sink down into his lap, your slit, already dripping, finally makes contact with his skin.
“Oh—fuck me—”
You let your hips press forward as you grind against him, “Mmhm, I’m about to…”
His arms flex, hard, “God—”
You interrupt whatever he may have said next, “You’re bad at staying quiet—and staying still—you know that?”
Staring at your chest, his voice is mumble, “Mmhm…”
Lifting onto your knees beside his thighs, you grip his length, drawing the head of cock a short distance between your slit that parts easily. “H-holy fuck—” He moans, “S’wet already, hm? I r-really am that sexy, huh?”
You drag the head of his cock between your slit until he moans again, “You’re not making this any easier on yourself.”
“S-shit—sorry—fuck—put m-me in—please.”
“Oh? A shift in attitude, hm?”
“Uh-h-huh—p-please—I wanna feel you s’bad—” You hum contemplatively, slowly and softly rubbing him against your clit until you moan. “My god—”
With a smug tone, “Beg a little more, handsome.”
“F-fuck—p-please—I want you wrapped around m-me—please, babe—oh my god—”
“That’s more like it.” Wanting him desperately and trying not to let that fact slip, you let the head of his cock press into your entrance.
His voice becomes a hiss, despite being amply wet just from seeing him and grinding on him, you’re both used to him making you cum with his mouth to his heart’s content before he’s inside you, “S-shit—s’tight—nngh—”
Holding firm, you try to fight a moan from cracking out through your throat as you slowly press onto him. “S-so pretty—mmm—let me touch y-you—”
“No.” He groans loudly at your refusal, unlacing his fingers from behind his head—not to touch you, but to extend his arms across the back of the couch so he has an easier time driving his hips upward.
You let a loud moan slip to the feeling, “Nngh—t-that’s cheating—”
Ignoring your comment, “Oh m-my—you feel s’good…f-fuck, kiss me—at least.” As you sink further down onto him, you bring your face as close to his as you can without kissing him. When he leans forward, you lean away. “Ugh—nngh—y-you brat—” When he says so, you let yourself sink down completely, “Mmm!”
Staying there a moment, you offer him a quick, short kiss, beckoning him to lean forward for more, “Oh, come o-on—nngh—”
You make a small circle with your hips, moaning to the feeling of him full up inside you, “You r-really are so handsome—nngh—”
“Babe—y-you’re so mean—just—” You interrupt and silence him by dragging your body up, the clench of your walls around him eliciting a deep moan straight from his chest. “D-don’t you want my h-help?” You shake your head at him, a small smile playing on your lips.
After you raise and lower—slowly—a few more times, he bucks his hips up hard, “Fuck—you feel s’good…look s’pretty—lemme help, p-please—”
Losing your ability to fight against desperation, “Fine.” He releases a deep groan at the instance of your permission, his arms coming off the couch instantly and his hands grabbing your face so he can crash his lips recklessly onto yours while he sits up. The change in angle makes you moan into his mouth, “Mmmph—nngh—”
After staying like that a moment, his hands go straight to your hips, “Knew you wanted my help—mmm—f-fuck—” His strength makes the glide up and down so much easier—faster.
“Oh m-my—C-Caleb—!” Leaning further into you, you arch back at the pressure of him. Staying completely inside you with his hands on your hips, as you lean away, he continues forward, his mouth immediately finding purchase on your chest. “Nngh!” Letting his hands leave your hips, his arms quickly coil around you, one of his palms flat against your back and holding you to him, allowing for a more dramatic arch of your back under his strength. Dragging your hips up and down the short distance you’re able, “H-how is this—ngh—h-helping?”
He ignores you initially, taking your other breast into his mouth, sucking harshly before his mouth trails to the side of your breast, sinking his teeth into your skin until you’re whining. At the sound of your whine, his mouth is immediately returning to same bud. He chuckles through a groan, flicking his tongue against you before popping his mouth off you with a gasp, “It’s helping me…”
“Ugh—nngh—” You press your hands flat against his chest, pushing him back against the couch. “Help me, w-why don’t y-you...”
“Mmhm—fuck—” His hands return to your hips, supporting you in lifting higher on his cock before back down. Your hands grip the back edge of the couch, pulling each time he pushes you up, each plunge back down onto his cock driving deep, loud moans out from your chest. “S-shit—you’re squeezing the hell outta me—feel like m’gonna—”
You interrupt, slowing down in the process, “Mmm—n-not yet…” He groans, fighting his imminent release. Realizing you’re driving a lot of the work now with your hands on the couch, he lets his right hand leave your hip. He dips his thumb into his mouth, wetting his skin before bringing his thumb down onto your clit, eliciting an instant moan from you.
“I want you to cum—ngh—” Your hands leave the couch, gripping his shoulders instead. Engrossed—obsessed—with the feeling of his cock and the slow tease of his thumb, your hands slip down to his chest while you whine and whimper. “Mmhm—that’s it…” As your nails sink into his warm skin, he’s tilting and driving his hips up harder, his left hand around your hip applying ample pressure to support the action. “God—you feel s’fuckin’ amazing—”
Clenching down around him repeatedly, your release easily breaks through as he works your clit in tandem with the thrust of his hips. Watching your expression carefully while you moan out his name, he lets himself enjoy the look of utter ecstasy on your face accompanied by the delicious feeling of you milking him. This, though, is quickly interrupted by the violence of his own release, a loud and guttural groan expelling from his chest as his head tilts onto the back of the couch.
After the initial shock, his thumb leaves your clit and clamps back down on your hip, holding you down and against him with both of his hands—desiring nothing more than to be completely buried inside you when he cums.
The intermittent twitches you feel from his cock send you forward, leaning into him to grab his face in your hands. Panting heavily and still moaning, your lips brush but don’t actually touch, enjoying the sights and sounds of each other’s end too much.
As things calm, you finally press your lips to his, “Mmmph…” You pull away and nuzzle your face into his neck, letting your hands slip back behind his head to play with his still wet hair. You wiggle your hips enough to elicit an additional groan, “Mmm—” His hands around your hips try to stop you from moving, “Well...I sure as hell know how I’m gonna wear my hair from now on.”
Your head snaps up from his neck, a pleading look in your eyes, “You can’t!”
He smiles warmly, brushing some hair away from your face, admiring the look of you—flushed and satisfied, “And why not? ...Afraid you’ll want me too much?”
You tug at his hair again, “You—! You’re so infuriating!”
“And you—” he taps the tip of your nose with his finger, “are so adorable.”
***
The next several weeks, Caleb avoids getting a haircut. He takes each and every post-shower opportunity to come find you, just to see you blush. During this time, he absolutely takes note of how much you’ve been running your fingers through his hair—holding his eye contact—while he makes you cum, over, and over, again with his tongue.
Appearing to you with pushed back wet hair and in a towel, “You’re gonna wear out how cute I think you look, jerk!” You still blush.
“Hmm, uh-huh, sure…” his voice trails off back down the hall, so he gets louder, “I doubt it!”
You chuck a pillow toward the hall as he disappears, “Ugh!”
***
At the next more extravagant gathering for the Fleet, to your dismay, Caleb intentionally slicks his hair back. You grumble, “I can’t believe you...”
He speaks extremely sarcastically, a wide grin on his face, “What? Don’t like it?”
You speed up ahead of him, mumbling, “Stupid...cute stupid face—ugh, unbelievable…s’hot...”
Laughing, he catches up, “I’m planning on getting it cut tomorrow, actually.”
With him now next to you again, you grip his bicep with both of your hands, turning to him with pleading eyes, “No!” He raises his brows at you, fighting an intense smirk, “Ugh! Y-you! M’gonna kill you—”
He leans down and presses his lips against your cheek, “I love you, too.”
***
Later, back at home after the event, as soon as you both make it inside, Caleb finds the nearest counter to pick you up and put you on—his uniform still intact.
While he kneels down on the floor in front of you, after pushing your dress up your thighs all the way to your hips, “Tell me…who do you like more—” His breath washes over you, sending a shiver down your spine, his mouth as close as he can get to your panties without touching them.
He looks up at you with soft eyes, “Boyfriend Caleb with his hair slicked back or…” You suck in a breath, gripping the edges of the counter as he places your legs over his shoulders, “Colonel Caleb with his hair slicked back...hm?”
“You’re s-such an asshole—” Chuckling to himself, his lips press against you, creating a tantalizing pressure against your clit over your panties, “Ngh! …You’re n-never gonna—mmm—let this go, huh?”
His fingertips dip into the edge of the fabric, his voice low and his eyes fixated forward between your legs, “Absolutely not.” As soon as he finishes speaking, he’s yanking your panties to the side.
Description: Caleb visits home from the academy and MC is in her first year of college. Things get…mutually intimate.
WC: 6.4k
DUDE juneleb is getting to me wtf is happening honestly. Anyway…sEMI off campus inspired ??? “headcannon” because I’m still thinking about that show LMAO. (Literally just because they masturbate in front of each other for a sec, that’s it. LOL.) For this to work, Caleb has to be slightly less jealous than his usual self, okay? Okay.
This was supposed to be a 1k blurb. It's now a 6k+ smutty but sweet monster that I wrote in two days... (ᵕ—ᴗ—) Enjoy! xoxo
- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)
“Would you stop talking about that guy from your class?” Caleb rolled his eyes. “Here I am visiting my one and only pips and she’s off daydreaming.”
“I’m n-not! It’s just…”
“Just what?”
“He—” I hesitated, “He asked me out.” I looked away from Caleb nervously.
He cocked an eyebrow at me, leaning closer toward me from his chair. “Really!?” He almost laughed, but it sounded more like a scoff.
“Don’t sound so surprised!” I quipped.
“I’m not.” He replied simply.
“Exactly! I’m a catch…” I rubbed the side of my arm.
“You are.” He smiled, but his eyes didn’t match the rest of his expression.
“Sooo…” He sounded. “What’s the problem, exactly?”
“Oh god! You know what, never mind! I cannot talk to you about this.” I covered my face with both hands.
“Oh, uh-uh. You can’t bring something up and then just renege! Spill it, pips.”
“I-I’m—” I broke our eye contact again. “I—”
“Geez, pips. Whatever it is, you can talk to me.” He got up from the lounge chair and sat beside me on the couch. “It’s me.”
“Y-you’re right.” I nodded.
“I’m—” I sighed, taking a deep breath, “I said yes, that I’d go out with him. We’ve been…texting a bit, and it’s getting a little, you know…”
“Oh god, ew!” He shoved my shoulder lightly.
“See! I can’t talk to you about this.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Gut reaction.” He scooted closer to me. “Yes, you can. I’m listening.”
“I’ve never…”
“Oh—oh.” He clutched both of his knees with his hands, looking away from me. “I see.”
“You’re nervous?” He asked softly, looking back toward me.
“So nervous!” I exclaimed, leaning back into the couch.
“That’s totally normal, pips. You’re going to be nervous, and that's okay.”
“Yeah but—” I sat up, “I don’t want to be!” I hung my head into my hands, huffing loudly.
I felt his hand touch my shoulder. “You should only ever do something you feel completely comfortable and safe doing.”
“I know but…”
“What?”
“I’m worried that I won’t feel…instantly comfortable, you know?”
“Then don’t do it.” He shrugged, fighting a slight smile at the corner of his lips.
“But—I want to.”
“Okay…ew.” I shoved him by the shoulder.
“Sorry, gut reaction again.” He laughed but then looked at me seriously. “Comfortability isn’t something you can just…force. It’s built. It’ll take time, but you’ll know when you’re ready. Whether it’s with this loser or someone…else.”
“He’s not a loser!” I laughed, weakly punching his arm.
“I bet he is.” He smiled, bumping into me with his shoulder.
His tone suddenly became serious. “No one is good enough for you, pips.”
“That’s not true.” I scoffed.
“It definitely is.” He tilted his head down, giving me a knowing look.
“Anyway…” he leaned back, “what are you…worried about…specifically?”
“All of it!” I blurted. “Being…naked in front of someone else, being…touched, touching som—”
He swallowed harshly. “O-okay, okay. I get it.”
“Well…” with his back against the couch, he turned to look at me, “like I said, time will make those things…easier.”
“How much time?”
“I don’t know, pips! It’s not a science.” He laughed awkwardly.
“Could it be?”
He furrowed his brows at me, confused. “What do you mean…?”
I spoke as quietly as I could while still ensuring he could hear me. “I feel the safest and most comfortable with…you.” He watched me speak carefully. “What if we…?”
His eyes widened dramatically, practically gawking at me. “Never mind! Shut up, shut up! Don’t say anything!” I quickly got up off the couch. “Pretend I did not just say that!” Ready to walk away, his left hand wrapped around my right wrist and stopped me.
He stood up, still holding onto my wrist, peering down at me earnestly. “I’ll do it.” He whispered.
“W-what…?” I looked up at him.
“I’ll do—whatever…you want me to…” He whispered again, brushing some hair away from my face with his right hand.
“I—”
“Can I kiss you?” He asked tentatively, staring at my lips.
I nodded, but that wasn’t good enough. “Say yes, or I won’t do it.” He said so like it was a warning.
“Yes.” I replied in an almost silent whisper.
Still holding onto my wrist, he straightened his posture. Using his right hand, the back of his knuckles stroked my cheek.
He leaned forward slowly, the gap between us beginning to close. The hand that was touching my cheek suddenly covered my mouth, resting gently over my lips. He got closer and closer, staring into my eyes.
“I won’t do anything,” he breathed out lowly, his own lips almost touching the back of his hand, “unless you tell me I can.”
My eyes were wide, the feeling of his large hand warm against my face.
“Nod if you understand.” He spoke quietly as the tension in the room pooled around us.
A particular desperation laced his tone, one I had never heard before. I nodded slowly and deliberately, my eyes softening in anticipation.
Each of his hands abruptly cupped the sides of my face, “Good—” he murmured before crashing his lips onto mine. Almost stumbling back, I caught each lapel of his jacket, holding onto him.
“Mmph…” he sounded against my lips, the emphasis behind the vocalization like a long-standing tension finally released.
He pulled away, still holding my face in his hands while resting his forehead against mine. We both breathed in and out heavily, a silent acknowledgment happening that we just broke a barrier that could never be rebuilt.
“Caleb…” I whispered, my lips brushing against his.
In a spilt second from hearing his name, his jaw clenched, “God—” he groaned before pulling me back into another kiss, deeper this time.
I brought my hands up from his waist and cupped his face in kind, the feeling of his lips, soft and warm, against mine absolutely exhilarating. I just wanted to touch more of his skin…
Our wrists were momentarily overlapped before he dropped his hands from my face and wrapped both of his arms around my waist, pulling me against his torso, causing me to further crane my neck back to maintain our connection.
He broke away again, leaning into one of my palms that cupped his face, closing his eyes. I admired his strong features as he leaned into me. “Don’t stop…” I murmured, stroking his skin with my fingertips.
His eyes snapped back open, darker than they were before. He breathed out harshly through his nose, in and out as I stared up at him. “I won’t.”
Releasing his right hand from my waist, he coiled it under my hair and around the back of my neck. His lips returned close to mine, but he left an intentional space between them.
“Not unless you tell me to.” He whispered against my lips before pulling me back into him, our lips meeting again.
I moaned into his mouth, absolutely lost within what was happening. With his left hand still on my waist, he hooked his arm further around me, his fingertips reaching the opposite side of my waist, pressing me firmly against him. With my mind hazy, the strong press of his fingertips through my clothes felt like a message saying he never wanted to let go.
He pulled away from my lips again, our bodies still pressed against one another. “You have no idea…” he kissed me deeply before breaking the kiss again, “how long…” again, sloppily this time, “I’ve wanted to do this…”
I breathed out slowly, the pressure from him holding me against him almost overwhelming me. His taut torso against my chest and his defined arm wrapped around my back made me feel exactly as I thought it might…secure, safe in his arms.
“You need to tell me if you want me to stop.” He breathed out shakily. I shamelessly stared at his lips as he spoke. Suddenly, his right hand left my neck and gripped my chin, tilting my head up and forcing me to meet his gaze. “Because if you don’t, I won’t be able to stop.” A shiver extended through me from head to toe.
“I don’t want you to stop.” I replied, fighting back a moan.
“You’re sure?” He asked breathlessly.
“Yes.” I nodded in unison with my words.
Wanting to feel more of him, I pushed the edges of his jacket back against his shoulders, the swell of his muscles making it so that I couldn’t just easily push it off. As I did so, he kissed me passionately, his arms releasing me and connecting behind his back so he could tug each sleeve off more easily.
While he worked to pull the material off his large frame, I cupped both sides of his face, holding him to me until he finished shaking the jacket off, letting the heavy leather fall to the ground.
“Hnngh…” he moaned into my mouth, his arms wrapping around me again. Now in just a T-shirt, I took the opportunity to grab the sides of his arms, my fingernails digging into his triceps.
Reluctantly, he parted our lips. “Can I pick you up?” He asked, his cheeks red and his lips slightly swollen.
“Please.” I responded desperately.
“Yes works too, you know.” He held back a smirk. Of course he had to tease me, even now.
“S-shut up.” I huffed, trying to catch my breath.
“Okay.” He responded immediately and obediently, causing my knees to practically buckle. Before I could say anything else, he bent down and gripped the back of my thighs, hoisting me up in one fluid motion.
I wrapped my legs around the low point of his waist. To better situate, he tossed me up lightly, causing a gasp to escape my lips. His strength and ease in doing so driving the pit in my stomach deeper. His fingers dug into my thighs as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“You’re so beautiful.” He murmured, looking slightly up at me as he held me high in his arms.
I brought one of my hands back to his face, letting my fingertips graze his cheek. I let my hand dip further down, extending my thumb over his bottom lip, tugging it down gently, his grip on my thighs tightening.
“You’re so handsome…” I whispered delicately, drinking in every curve of each feature on his face with my eyes. While it should’ve felt strange to say, the words came naturally, something I always wanted to say to him.
“I want you.” The words tumbled from my lips without my explicit consent, a natural expression of my feelings.
“I need you.” He groaned. My eyes widened slightly before relaxing again, his words so free and honest, like a truth being set on fire.
“I—” I couldn’t finish. I didn’t know how, so I cut myself off with his lips, grabbing his face again.
Intimately familiar with the layout, he stepped out and around the couch, still kissing me. Holding me, he continued down the hall until we reached my room. Releasing one of my thighs, he pushed the door open, our lips never breaking.
When we entered, he shut the door behind us and pressed me against it. He released my thighs, using his body and the door to hold me up instead. We hadn’t fully broken apart until then.
He pressed his forehead against mine. “This is crazy, right?” He panted, a faint smile playing on his lips.
“I don’t care.” I huffed, lacing my fingers into to the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Fuck,” he gritted as I tightened my grasp in his hair, wanting his lips back on mine, “you’re driving me crazy.”
I gasped when he pressed more of his weight into me, his hips driving forward.
“Please,” he whispered, “stop me anytime if you feel uncomfortable.” His tone was suddenly serious again instead of playful.
I nodded but he quickly gave me a stern look. “I will.” I assured him. “Just kiss me, please.”
He did not need to be told twice, easily bringing his lips to mine again. I used the opportunity to feel the muscles at the top of his back before grasping at the material of his cotton T-shirt.
His tongue grazed my bottom lip, and as I reacted, opening my mouth further, his tongue dipped into my mouth. We both moaned as the kiss deepened, our heads craning slightly in opposite directions. I gripped his shoulders firmly as his tongue ran against my own.
Suddenly, he was pulling me from the door, and he carefully set me back onto my feet. I was somewhere I did not want to be: the ground. Adding to the displeasure of not being up and in his arms, he fully let me go, stepping backward further into the room, keeping his eyes trained on mine.
“Step one for getting comfortable…” he reached a hand over his shoulder and behind his back, clutching the material of his shirt at the top of his spine and easily pulling it off and over his head one-handed, the necklace I gave him lifting and falling back onto his chest.
While sure, I’d seen him without a shirt plenty of times, not like this, panting and flush with a pinkish-red hue coating his neck and the top of his chest. I internalized his appearance, noting that he definitely had gotten even more fit since being at the academy.
I bit my bottom lip, gazing openly at his chest before letting my eyes fall to his abs…then his hips. Each muscle along his torso carefully and clearly defined, the low light in the room casting delicious shadows over each one.
“Like what you see, pips?” He chuckled softly, watching me watch him.
“N-no, shut up…” I blushed, wincing that our usual banter slipped into this moment. But, he didn’t seem to mind. If anything…he was enjoying it.
“Are you sure?” He cooed, stepping back to me.
“No…” I whispered pathetically as he grabbed my hips and pulled me toward him.
“Thought so.” He smirked. Ignoring him, I brought both of my hands to his chest, letting them cascade down and stop at the top of his abs.
He sucked in a breath, his chest rising under my touch. As he went to bring his face closer to mine, I pressed a finger into his chest, stopping him by pushing him back lightly with a playful smile.
“Naughty.” He quipped, stepping back again.
I reached down to the bottom of my own shirt, pulling it off, my hair lifting then falling in unison with the material. He watched me carefully, eyes widening slightly. They widened further when I reached a hand behind my back, unhooking my bra with one hand. Sliding the straps off slowly, I tossed the garment onto the floor.
“Fuck.” He whispered under his breath.
“Like what you see?” I taunted, raising a brow at him.
“I— U-um,” he struggled nervously, “…yes.”
“Thought so.” I teased, resting my hands on my hips.
He swallowed harshly, staring at my chest, a deeper blush creeping onto his cheeks. Looking into my eyes again, his hands found the button on his jeans. Popping the button, he slowly pulled the zipper down.
Stopping, he waited for me to act. I followed suit, then we both pushed and let our jeans pool at our ankles, each stepping out one foot at a time. I noticed him straining against the tight material of his briefs as I kicked my jeans aside. We both stood in silence, the only thing to be heard was a series of deep breaths as we looked at each other agonizingly.
He reached over and pulled out the chair to my desk, turning it around, like he was ready to sit but still standing. I walked over to the side of my bed, also still standing but ready to sit at a moment's notice.
Standing in front of the chair, he hooked his thumbs into his briefs, “Is this okay?” He asked tentatively.
“Yes.” I bit my bottom lip, mentally preparing to see him completely naked.
I let out an audible gasp when his briefs hit the ground around his ankles. He stood at complete attention, his tip the same color as his lips. I swallowed dryly as I processed both the length and width that easily verged on being intimidating.
Slowly, he sat down in the chair, allowing me to unabashedly stare. He didn't say a word and simply leaned back, his length pressing up toward his stomach.
I hooked my own fingers into my panties at my hips, pushing them down slowly until they fell on their own. He exhaled and tipped further back into the chair, looking me up and down one inch at a time. I sat down across from him on the side of the bed.
He stared into my eyes, sitting up a little, “Are you okay?”
“Y-yeah.” I stuttered, still taking in his body, just a few feet from me.
“Are you su—”
I interrupted him, gaining confidence, “Yes.”
He smirked lightly, leaning back again. We formed a silent agreement that we weren’t going to touch each other, yet. This would be how we got comfortable.
“You know,” he breathed out, wrapping his hand around himself, “I used to hear you through the wall…”
“C-Caleb!” I nearly squealed, embarrassment cresting in the form of a red hue spreading across my cheeks.
“What?” He retorted lazily, staring at my body. “I thought now may be the best time to mention it…” He panted, his hand moving up, then down slowly.
“Moaning…whimpering…” his hand moved slightly faster, “Thinking no one was home…”
“Is this what you did?” I choked out, my hand gliding between my thighs.
“Something like that…” He groaned, staring at my hand as it slid up my thigh.
“All I know is—mmm—I wanted to barge in…” he moaned, his hand keeping pace, “and have you right then…” As he said so, my ring and middle finger parted my wet slit, easily gliding over my clit, causing me to moan.
“Fuck.” He breathed.
“Open your legs. Let me see.” He insisted, sitting up slightly while still stroking himself.
I hesitantly spread my legs further apart, and he exhaled at the sight, his chest rising and falling quickly, his hand still moving. I let my eyes glide over each inch of his body, each taut muscle, flexing and relaxing with each shift of his arm and hand. My eyes landed on his intimidating length as I watched the movements of his hand carefully.
I bit my bottom lip firmly as my own fingers quickened their pace, circling over my clit. This was crazy. But I didn’t care.
“Look at me.” He said lowly.
When our eyes met, I moaned needily. His brows furrowed and his lips parted as we stared into each other, the room suddenly feeling exceedingly rich and humid.
“Do you want me to make you come?” He asked calmly, his hand still moving.
“W-what?” I struggled, my legs starting to gently twitch and shake.
“You heard me.” His hand stopped moving. “Yes, or no?”
I continued to rub my clit gently, unable to process the question. “Because I’m more than happy to just watch.” He smirked.
“Y-yes.” I moaned, still looking at his body.
He stood up, pulling his briefs back on. He approached me, “Well then,” letting out a small laugh, “you better stop before you beat me to it.”
I blushed furiously, quickly removing my hand from between my thighs. Before I could do anything else with the hand I was using, he caught my wrist, kneeling down in front of me on the floor before the bed. Gingerly, he took my fingers into his mouth, instantly moaning when his tongue touched them.
“Holy shit.” He said as he released my fingers from his mouth. Still holding onto my wrist, he nipped my knee with his teeth, groaning against the skin.
“Tell me what you want me to do.” He breathed out deeply, staring up at me like he would’ve done anything I asked him to do.
Instinctively, I looked over at his hand that was gripping my wrist. “Oh,” he said seductively, “is that so?”
He let go of my wrist and stood back up. With a teasingly slow pace, he placed each hand beside my thighs on the bed, leaning in toward me. I leaned back until I was on my elbows. He peered down at my exposed chest before back up and into my eyes. “You want to deprive me from completely tasting you?”
“I—”
“Sorry,” he interrupted, blushing and guilty, “I…I’m getting ahead of myself, I’m kidding—sort of.”
“Like I said, I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” He gave me a soft smile, searching my eyes.
“But, if you change your mind, you can tell me that, too.” He smirked, standing up again.
My chest heaved up and down. “No one’s ever done either, I thought that may be—”
“Shh.” He sounded gently, sitting higher up on the side of the bed and away from me, closer to the row of pillows. Using both hands, he pushed himself back and toward the center, staying upright and resting his legs open.
“Come here.” He tapped his muscular chest with two fingers, causing me to gulp.
I crawled up toward him but before I could get too close, he spoke, “The other way. Turn around.”
“Oh.”
After I started to situate between his thighs, he brushed all my hair over one shoulder, the feeling of his fingertips sending a shiver down my spine. When my back pressed against his chest, he let out a low, desperate groan.
With our skin finally really touching, I felt goosebumps rising nearly everywhere. “Are you sure this is comfortable?” I asked, feeling his length hard and pressed up against me.
“Very.” He whispered, his lips near my ear.
“Relax.” He said quietly, running his hands down my arms. “It’s just me.” I released tension I didn’t realize I was holding in my body, getting more comfortable against him.
“Can I touch you?” He whispered in my ear.
“Yes, please.” He kissed my neck gently once in response.
His right hand wrapped around me, his palm flat against my stomach, sliding down. I swallowed dryly as I watched his hand descend.
His fingers gently parted my already soaked slit easily. He inhaled sharply against my neck, as his fingers glided down then back up, collecting more wetness from my entrance.
“You’re so wet.” He huffed, toying with my clit deliberately. “Is that from kissing me or watching me touch myself…or both?”
“B-both.” I stuttered weakly, looking down at his hand moving delicately, the veins subtly shifting with his actions.
“Hmm…”
“You saying…” I breathed out shakily, “that you—nngh—could hear me.”
“Oh yeah?” He purred. “There’s a lot more I could tell you.”
I moaned as he began to switch from a gentle up and down motion to a slow, circular one. “Like w-what?” I struggled to say as my left leg started to close inward. He caught my leg with his left hand, holding it down and open.
“Like how every time I make myself come…” his fingers slowed down to a painfully teasing degree, “I’m thinking about you…”
I moaned, squirming against him. “Beneath me, calling out my name, staring into my eyes…holding onto me like your life depends on it.”
“Caleb—oh my god.”
“Filling you completely…” He groaned, kissing my neck again, sucking the flesh there.
“Hmmph…” He released a series of sounds against my neck, kissing, licking, and sucking, his fingers working in a perfect unison.
His lips left my neck, his fingers moving slightly faster. “You name it…I’ve thought about it.”
“I’m always thinking of you.” I moaned helplessly at his words.
“C-Caleb?” I groaned out in a questioning tone.
“Yes?” He cooed.
“Don’t s-stop what you’re doing, but please, stop talking—nngh—I’m gonna—”
“Good.” He chuckled lightly against my neck. “Isn’t that the point?”
“Y-yes, but—”
“Fine.” He wrapped his left leg over mine that he had been holding down with his unoccupied hand.
Now with a freed-up hand, he brought it to my face, gripping my jaw firmly and cocking my face to the side and back toward his.
He looked into my eyes, “I won’t talk.” He brushed his lips against my mine, my mouth going slack as I whined while his fingers continued. “But you will come.”
His tongue plunged into my mouth, holding me firmly in a passionate kiss, keeping each moan from me for himself.
His fingers found the perfect rhythm and direction, keeping steady as I struggled against him. Shifting and moving against my will in pleasure, our kiss broke, and a singular strand of saliva stretched then broke between our lips.
“Caleb…” I whined, my head collapsing against his shoulder.
He kissed my cheek softly. “Go on…” He whispered.
“I— Oh my god…” By now I was moaning desperately and repeatedly against him. “Aah— Caleb…!” I reached down and gripped his flexing forearm, but he didn’t budge.
“Don’t fight it.” His lips were against the side of my face, his voice hoarse and low. “That’s it.” He moaned, my legs trembling uncontrollably.
“Fu—Caleb!” I shrieked erotically, desperately clutching at his arm. Still moaning and gasping, he didn’t stop, carefully working me through the release.
“Oh my god.” I huffed excessively, making a failed attempt at trying to catch my breath.
“God,” he panted, pulling his wet fingers up and away from me, wrapping his right arm loosely around my neck and dipping his fingers into his mouth, “mmph…” before pulling them out from between his lips, “that was so fucking hot.”
“You— You’re—” I gripped his forearm that was across my chest and near my neck with both hands. “T-that was—” I struggled to breathe.
“You have no idea…” he released his arm, running it down my side, “the amount of restraint I’m imploring right now.”
He wrapped both his arms around me, folding them just under my breasts. “I want…” he breathed out slowly, his grasp around me tightening, “to touch every inch of you…bury myself inside of you until we lose control… I want to make you scream my name, over and over again… And I never want to let you leave…”
“So…do it.” I responded quietly, my ragged breathing still louder than my words.
He breathed out shakily, something holding him back. “Caleb…?”
“I—” he squeezed me tighter in his arms, “If I do, nothing will ever be the same.”
“Things already aren’t the same…” I whispered, “Just—”
With his left hand, he gripped my jaw again, stopping me from speaking. With his right still around me, he pulled me slightly to the side, positioning and pulling me until my head was craned back again, staring into the unfathomable depths in his eyes.
“Is that what you want?” He asked earnestly, watching for any micro-expression I may have made.
“Because…” he stared at my lips before back up into my eyes, “that’s what I want.”
“So. Fucking. Badly.” Each word was a slow, painful truth for him.
“But I—” he breathed out slowly, “I won’t. Not unless it's what you truly want.”
Stunned and silenced by his burning desire, I stared back at him. “Just tell me...” he inched toward my lips, “do you want me?”
“I—” Maybe we were both right; things were different now, but perhaps not yet irreversible, like they would be when I answered him.
“I want you.” I whispered and his body relaxed. “No—I, I need you. I'm always thinking about you,” I admitted shamelessly, “God, do I fucking ne—”
Lacking both patience and the restraint to let me finish, he crashed his lips onto mine recklessly, devouring me helplessly. When we parted, both trying to find any semblance of air, he stared at me, “Get up.” He insisted.
I scooted away from him and crawled toward the end of the bed, but he caught my ankle, pulling me until I collapsed, my breasts and stomach making full contact with the bed, causing me to gasp.
He sat up, getting onto his knees and hovering over my legs, bending at his hips to kiss up my thighs, sinking his teeth into the supple skin of my backside when he got there. “Hey!” I laughed into the mattress.
He ignored me and kept kissing upward, along my spine until his face was beside mine. He pressed down into me with his hips, his clothed, hard cock pressing into my ass.
“Fuck…” He nearly whimpered.
“Turn around.” He demanded, lifting his hips up and getting onto his knees.
I wiggled until I could flip over and face him, his hands beside my head and his knees boxing me in beside my thighs. “You’re so gorgeous…” He murmured, looking down at me, and I blushed, reaching out to touch his arms.
Bending down, he kissed my sternum, his lips inching closer toward my left breast. “Can I?” He asked eagerly against my skin.
“Yes, please.” I bit my bottom lip, peering down at him.
“You know,” he spoke hushed against my skin, his lips pressing into the side of my breast, “I’m really starting to like hearing yes and please from you in the same sentence. It’s unusual for you.”
“You—” I went to scold him but was silenced when his left hand came up and gently gripped my right breast, his mouth continuing to kiss the left.
“Nngh…” I moaned as he squeezed slightly harder, my nipple between two of his fingers. His tongue dipped out of his mouth and licked the left before his lips closed around the bud.
“Mmm…” He sounded desperately against my skin, sucking delicately, and I let my fingers lace through his hair.
Suddenly, he removed his mouth, using both hands to cup each breast, shoving his face between them, licking a firm stripe with his tongue.
“Caleb—” Greedily, his mouth moved to my right, giving it the same treatment. He moaned against my skin, bucking his hips forward as I was trapped beneath him, nothing to do but watch.
He moved to the side, biting the flesh lightly, “Fuck—” He grunted before sitting up, his cock noticeably and painfully hard under his briefs. Using his right knee at first, he pushed between my legs until they were completely spread, and he situated himself comfortably between them.
Cautiously, I reached my hand between us, only getting to barely graze his clothed cock with my hand before his eyes widened and he snatched my wrist, pinning it above my head.
“Why—”
“I want this to be about you.” He answered my unfinished question.
“What if I want to?”
He slowly released my wrist and used one hand to push his briefs down his hips, just enough. I brought my hand back between us, gently taking him in my hand. He sucked in a breath as my fingertips grazed his tip, a bead of slickness already forming there.
My hand continued down and wrapped around the base, slowly with a gentle grasp moving up then back down. His eyes closed as he breathed out shakily.
“Fuck—” I watched his brows contort as his lips parted. As I kept moving my hand, his eyes opened, giving me a slight squint before relaxing again.
“W-what?” I asked nervously.
He took my hand off him again, grabbing the other and pinning both above my head, his torso dipping down and pressing nearly flush with mine, his cock finally touching my soaked slit.
We both sucked in a breath, staring at each other. “You’re sure you’ve not done that before?” He teased, still somewhat serious.
“What? N-no!” I exhaled. “Well, you know, I’ve watched—”
“Ooo, do tell.” He cooed, interrupting me, pressing his cock harder against me.
“Nngh—Caleb, you—!” He silenced me with his lips, bucking his hips forward, the underside of his length grinding against my clit, causing me to moan into his mouth.
“I want to be inside you so bad,” he spoke between desperate kisses, “I can’t think about anything else.” He groaned, kissing me again, his hips still rocking against me, creating a delicious pressure.
Suddenly, he released my wrists. “Shit.” He whispered, “We don’t have any protection.”
“Actually…” I looked over and pointed a finger toward my nightstand.
Sitting up back onto his knees, he arched back and to the side to reach for the drawer. I watched his torso stretch and flex, admiring his elongated muscles. Retrieving one, he held it up between us. “Now, what do you have these for, pips?”
“This, obviously.” I rebuked, fighting a smile.
“You—” he laughed, “You’re so lucky.” He groaned, slight grit coming through in his tone, giving me a knowing look that expressed his jealousy.
“I’d say you’re the lucky one.”
“You got that fucking right.” He moaned, quickly leaning down and kissing my stomach, between my breasts, then my neck.
He pushed his briefs fully off, sitting back up, tearing open the package and rolling the latex down onto himself. I simply stared in awe, admiring his body. He caught my eye line and smirked at me before settling back between my legs, grabbing one of my legs at a time and wrapping them around his hips.
“Are you ready? You’re sure?” He murmured, taking his cock in his hand, his tip close to my entrance.
“Yes, please. I just want you inside m—” He didn’t wait for me to finish, and instead pushed forward, just a quarter of the way in. I gasped, my eyes widening. Letting go of himself, he brought his hand back near my head, boxing me in again.
“Is this okay? Does it hurt?” He whispered, pressing his forehead against mine, his forearms now down beside my head. He pushed in painfully slowly, seemingly a centimeter at a time.
“No—aah, it’s just…” I moaned, a rasp in my throat, clutching onto his arms, “big.” I whined, feeling him stretch me slowly.
“Fuck—” his eyes flashed with amusement, “don’t say that.” He closed his eyes tightly for a moment, breathing through his nose.
“C-can’t take a compliment?” I whimpered as he continued forward, slow and steady.
“Not from you…” he groaned, “not unless you want me to come already.”
“God…” He breathed out slowly, almost completely inside me.
“Fuck—!” I whined when our bodies met completely, and he balled the comforter in his fists beside me.
“This— You’re perfect.” He mumbled desperately as he leaned down, pressing into me as his lips found mine. Keeping his lips on mine, he pulled out slightly before pressing back in, my breath caught in my throat.
“Oh my god—” I moaned against his lips, his nose brushing against my own. I wrapped my arms around his neck, never wanting to let him go.
“Look at me.” He struggled to get the words out, “Don’t stop…looking…at me.” He was pathetically flushed and desperate, increasing the speed of his thrusts while I stared back at him, mouth agape.
His necklace dangled between us, brushing my chest initially but now hitting near my chin as he thrusted harder and faster. I reached out and held onto it, my other hand still on his shoulder. Taking it from me with one hand, he put it in his mouth, his teeth closed and holding it by its chain.
The sight truly immaculate, “Caleb—” I moaned, “This is— You feel—” I couldn’t form a complete sentence.
“I know…” He gritted, the necklace’s chain still in his mouth. His brows furrowed in concentration.
“Kiss me, please.” My voice was weak, but he was swift to comply with my request. A cool chain was between our lips, the pendant dangling below our mouths and resting against my chin as he moaned into me.
As he continued thrusting, I felt his tip graze depths I was wholly unable to reach with just my fingers alone, the sweet sensation making me dizzy, paired with a delicious stretch each time he moved deeper. Picking up the pace as I relaxed into him, he thrusted against the spot more firmly.
I forcefully broke the kiss, my head tipping back and practically dangling off the edge of the end of the bed. “Caleb— I—!” My legs were trembling violently. A wave began to crash over me, much different than the one caused by his hand. Both exquisite, but different, very, different.
As I unraveled beneath him, he finally stopped fighting his body, immediately reaching his own climax. The necklace dropped from his mouth as he plunged firmly into me, slower and more deliberate than before, chasing each moment of his release as he groaned and whimpered desperately.
His head dipped and nuzzled into my neck, his thrusts slowing further. “Sorry…” He groaned.
“W-why?” I asked breathlessly, both of us still trying to recover.
“That was a bit…brief.” He spoke into my skin.
“What would I know?” I held back a laugh, stroking his back with my hands.
He lifted his head, softly kissing my lips once. “Good point.” He smiled.
I reached between us and flicked his chest with my finger. “Hey!”
He laughed softly before beginning to kiss all over my face playfully, “H-hey, hey!” I giggled. Then, his kisses became soft and sweet, stopping to look at me, a serious and somewhat fearful expressing creeping in.
“I love you,” he blurted, staring into my eyes, “so much.”
“You have no id—” I pressed the finger I had used to flick his chest against his lips, silencing him.
“I love you.” I emphasized, and he kissed my finger lightly in response. “And I think…I have a pretty good idea just how much you do.” I teased as my finger fell.
He fought an eye roll, a genuine smile that reached his eyes growing on his lips that he simply couldn’t fight before kissing me more passionately than we had all evening, full of slow, sweet longing.
***
After cleaning up, we snuggled against each other for who knows how long, his hands switching from stroking my hair, to my back, to my face and back again… Until I finally broke away momentarily, reaching toward my phone on the nightstand, curious how long we’d been like this, and what time it was.
Not moving, lifting his head, or opening his eyes, he spoke, “You better be grabbing your phone only because you’re canceling that date.”
Description: CrowFish Throuple; Sylus and Rafayel spoil you for your birthday.
WC: 2.3k
Hehehe this blurb is a gift to my bestie mootie, @galaconic! Happy Birthday, Gala! I hope you have an amazing day and all your birthday dreams come true! Aka, I hope Sylus and Rafayel manifest and buy you WHATEVER you want and then eiffel tower you. Yk, like a good friend would hope for, LMAO. Genuinely, I’m so grateful to have made a great friend on here that I can absolutely CACKLE with and share my unhinged bs to. LOVE YOU QUEEN, MWAH! Go have a wonderful day while I manifest them for you with my magic spells, okay?
Enjoy!!! /ᐠ > ˕ <マ ₊˚⊹♡
(A/N: This is a x reader story! Only two mentions of specific gift specifications, but otherwise can still be enjoyed by anyone! MWAH!)
- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)
Sylus hums, leaning in toward you from the opposite end of the opulent island in his kitchen, “What do you want to do next week for your birthday, kitten?”
Sitting next to, you don’t have the chance to answer, “What does she want to do!? Are you seriously asking that!?”
Sylus raises his brows, slowly turning in the direction of an excitable Rafayel, “…Yes. Problem?”
“Duh! Cutie wants us to decide for her, hm?” Rafayel pinches your cheek affectionately, “Wants us to already know, don’t you? Isn’t that right, cutie?”
You can’t help but giggle—albeit a bit nervously—blushing and exchanging a rapid glance between the pair, “Hmm—”
Sensing your inability to lean in either direction, “I always want my kitten to choose and express herself. She doesn’t need us to choose for her.”
“I want that for my cutie, too. But, I know a part of her wants us to already know exactly what she wants,” Rafayel turns in his stool toward you, a soft smirk on his face, “Huh, cutie?”
Sylus saunters over to your side, standing beside your stool but looking to Rafayel sat beside you, “Raf, would you let her speak? You’re excitable today, hm?”
“Sorry, I can’t help it! I want everything to be amazing and give our love whatever she wants.” He breaks his pout toward Sylus to smile back at you, “You know that’s why, right, cutie?”
“Mhm—” Your voice falters feeling Sylus’ looming presence get closer to you, “O-of course. You’re both so swe—”
You’re silenced by the feeling of Sylus’ warm breath against your neck, his lips offering one gentle kiss before hovering by your ear, his voice low, “While I do love to let you decide for yourself—always, I do have a pretty good sense of knowing what you want and when,” he kisses your skin again, “don’t I, kitten?”
“Y-yes, you do…”
“Mmhm…” Sylus wastes no time in parting his mouth, kissing your skin openly and sucking. The moan he acquires from you occurs in record time.
Rafayel twitches in his seat, “H-hey!” You reach out to stroke Rafayel’s arm.
Sylus groans, letting his teeth nip your neck before mumbling into your skin, but not to you, “Quiet—mmm, help me give our love an early birthday treat, hm?”
Without hesitation, Rafayel is leaning in toward you from his stool. Your hand glides from his arm to his shoulder to the back of his neck, threading your fingers into his hair the closer he gets. Before his lips on are the opposite side of your neck, your grip tightens in his hair, “Ngh—mhm, y-yeah…”
In less than a minute, the pair are sloppy, needy on both sides of your neck—kissing, biting, nipping, licking… You let out a breathy laugh, one that’s broken up by a string of hums, sighs, and quiet moans, “Hah—ngh—mm—h-happy early birthday to m-me…”
They both laugh, a quiet grumbly laugh, one that reverberates against your skin and sends a stark shiver down your spine. You let a louder moan slip when their hands collectively move and shift—waist, thighs, hips, chest…anywhere they can reach, even if that means crossing paths.
***
The day of your actual birthday, the three of you found yourselves waking up in Rafayel’s house. It was a welcomed treat for Sylus, despite a bizarrely kept schedule, the warm rays of sun streaming in through the tall windows and spanning over and across the bed, splashing over you and Rafayel—each only lazily and partially covered by a crisp, white sheet—warmed him from the inside out.
Gently sitting down next to you, Sylus strokes your hair, pushing it away from your eyes. “Hmph…” He thought about just how cute you looked sleeping. Stroking your cheek a moment, eventually you stir, blinking your eyes open slowly but immediately smiling at the sight of him.
“Sy—”
He offers you a light pinch on your cheek, smiling down at you and interrupting, “Happy birthday, kitten. I love you.”
Like the words were an alarm clock ringing, there’s another stir on the other side of the large bed, accompanied by a groggy voice, “Ngh—hm? N-no, no!” Rafayel immediately turns over, quickly drawing your hips toward him, “I wanted to be the one to say it first!”
Sylus shrugs, still grinning, “You snooze, you lose.”
“Ugh! You—! ...Happy birthday, cutie! I love youuu!” He’s quick to attack your cheek and neck in peppered kisses until you laugh.
Once he relaxes but still holds you close, you hum, welcoming the pressure from Rafayel, “Mmm—no bickering on my birthday, hm?”
They both share a small grumble, but agree anyway, their voices overlapping at your command, “Yes, kitten.” “Only for you, cutie.”
You smile, “Good.”
As Rafayel begins to nuzzle his face into your neck again, Sylus clears his throat, “Kitten, I got you something.”
You spring up immediately, “Ooo, wha—”
Rafayel sits up, interrupting you, “Ngh—hey!”
You practically bounce on the bed, already giddy, “What, what, what!?”
Sylus smirks, “You’re so cute, kitten. It’s something I know you really want.”
You raise a brow, “Oh, yeah?”
“Mhm,” he bends down by the nightstand nearby, retrieving a medium sized box he tucked there, “here my love, happy birthday.”
Somewhere between a whine and light shriek, “Thank you!” Quick to pull the box apart and open, “Oh. My. God. How did you know I wanted this!?”
He cocks his head to the side, playing it off with a dashing smile, “Mm, a little birdie told me.”
When you pull out the Supermarket Calico Critter set, Rafayel instantly shrieks, “You did fucking not!” Scrambling and leaning over the edge of the bed on his side, he pulls out another box and hands it to you.
Sylus sighs, “Are you—”
“Yes, yes, I am very serious.”
Laughing but still in shock at the irony, “How did either of you know about this!?”
“Him, I don’t know—probably Mephisto. Me, yes, I definitely went through your Ebay likes.”
You tap his shoulder, “Raf!”
“W-what!?”
There were more—they both got more, a lot more.
***
After prioritizing a specialized good morning birthday wake-up—of sorts, when you walk out into the kitchen, there’s a decadent spread of food. “W-what—”
Yet again, “Sylus!”
He smirks over to Rafayel, “What?”
“H-how—”
He kisses the side of your head, “The twins.” He gestures for you to sit, “Only the best for my kitten.”
“I’m gonna kill you.”
“Shush, eat up, hm?”
***
Throughout the day, Rafayel has his revenge. But, secretly, Sylus is more than happy to let him have it—he loves the smile on your face, no matter which of them is the one to spoil you. Rafayel holds your hand over every set of steps or crack in the sidewalk, holds open every door, doesn’t abandon—or let you hold—your purse once, not all day.
Spotting the Lego store, “Ooo, can we go in!?”
Despite the man already indulging in a material whim that was somewhat similar, Sylus cocks a brow, “Of course. But you know I could just buy you—”
Rafayel is quick to interrupt, “Shush, you! Yes, cutie. We’re going in. I’ll buy you whatever sets you want, hm?”
You kiss his cheek, and an instant and warm blush spreads on his face, “Yay!” As he holds the door open for you he scowls at Sylus, but he only receives a grin right back.
Sylus reads the set’s name to himself quietly, “The Old Town…15th Anniversary…” he gets a bit louder, turning toward you, “Hm, kitten, I own a building similar to this, I could just—”
“Quiet!” Sylus laughs, tipping back with his hands in the air. Before you can say a thing, Rafayel’s grabbing the set off the shelf and paying.
Sylus leans in and kisses the top of your head, whispering, “It’s fine, I’ll give you the real thing, too.”
When you walk out, Sylus immediately takes the bag from Rafayel. “So cutie, what made you love that one, hm?”
“Oh, well, it’s super cute but—it’s got Cole, I loved him growing up.” Sylus snickers to himself, thinking—oh, here we go.
Rafayel, gasps loudly—loud enough to turn heads, “What!? Cutie!? You love—”
Sylus cocks a brow at him—at his outburst, “Raf…”
He squints his eyes at Sylus, trying to find control in himself considering the given day, “Mm, hm— …Ngh, ugh. Fine.”
***
During the event of shopping, Sylus functioned like the ecstatic and brooding body guard, a comforting presence of security behind the two of you.
Walking around like a joyous pack mule, Sylus carries everything, letting the two of you walk arm in arm. But before dinner, somehow, and without either of you noticing, the bags just…disappear. When either of you question it, he just shakes his head, “Don’t worry, kitten. Everything is already at home, yeah?” The twins, maybe? You could never be too sure, all you knew was if there was one man who “had his ways,” it was Sylus.
Dinner is, of course, completely private—to the extent of being heinously luxurious. There’s not a single soul in the building beyond staff, you, Sylus, and Rafayel. You have your fill of a complete seafood buffet, and, of course and as expected, they bicker over who can feed you what and when. However, Sylus is kind enough to let Rafayel win—most of the time, that is.
***
The twins were smart enough to have already made themselves scarce long before the three of you made it back to the base. Beyond the threshold, everything is hands, kissing, and a clattering of shoes. Three pairs, to be exact.
Before you can even make it anywhere near a single bedroom, the pair is quick to strip you bare. Sylus peels off your coat, Rafayel your dress, Sylus your bra, Rafayel your panties...whether intentional or not, they took turns playing this game.
“Mmm...” Sylus looks to Rafayel, raising a brow, “Should we play chase the birthday girl?”
You stammer, shuffle, and moan, “H-hey—”
Rafayel grins, giving you a mischievous look, hardly looking over to Sylus, “Huh, that does sound fun...doesn’t it?”
Sylus stalks toward you, “Mhm…” Rafayel takes a few steps to the side of him.
Your voice cracks into a giggle, “Y-you two, h-hey—!”
In a low purr, “C’mere, kitten…”
Letting a true laugh escape your mouth, you practically bolt into the nearest den. Their casual footsteps trailing after you makes your entire body throb with anticipation.
***
You’re splayed out on a large, lush couch, Sylus cozy between your thighs with Rafayel stood behind you near the armrest, his fingers brushing through your hair. By this point, everyone was completely bare.
“Look at him, kitten. So frustrated with me all day, why don’t you be a good birthday girl and give him what he wants, hm?”
“Ngh—shut up, you. Do whatever you’d like cutie, mmm, i-it—” You cock your head back and to the side, licking his tip, “oh my god—”
Sylus chuckles, “Good girl, kitten. You do that, and I’ll do this…” As soon as Sylus’ mouth meets your slit, you moan against Rafayel’s cock, his hand tightening its grasp in your hair.
The further you take him, the more it tempts him to push forward, “S-shit—cutie, mmm, this seems—hah, ngh—unfair, Miss Birthday Girl, hm?”
You shake your head just barely, still holding him in your mouth, “Mm-mm—mmph—”
Hardly lifting his mouth off you, Sylus’ voice is hoarse, “Cute. Good job, birthday girl. Keep going.”
Arching his head back, groaning, he suddenly snaps back up, watching Sylus between your legs and listening to—feeling—you whine against his cock, “F-fuck—wait—w-wait—f-feel like m’gonna—” Sylus hums a low chuckle against your skin, the vibrations sending a throb through your clit. Quickly, Rafayel completely pulls back from your mouth, his chest heaving deeply as he pants through broken moans.
After gasping and now more free, you tilt your head back up and lock eyes with Sylus, threading your fingers into his hair, “Ngh! Oh my god, Sy—” feeling ready to let go, Rafayel’s hand wraps under and around your chin, cocking your head back again against the armrest of the couch, his lips crashing down onto yours, “mmph!” You whine and squirm, endless moans pouring from your mouth into his. Ironically, each of them release low, throaty laughs, enjoying nothing more than the shared experience of hearing you cum. It never mattered who was making it happen.
After a moment, sitting up and swiping his thumb over his bottom lip, “Come here, Raf. Give her the birthday girl what she wants, hm? I’ll gladly take your place.”
***
Now with the pair having switched places, Sylus groans, “Oh, kitten…so pretty…”
With one leg up on Rafayel’s shoulder and the other pressed into the side of the back cushions, “Nngh! O-oh my god—mm!”
It almost sounded sarcastic, but it was only because he knew your answer—he could see your answer, “Does he feel good?” You lean your head back against the arm rest, making eye contact with Sylus as he strokes the side of your face, “Ah, ah, kitten.” He gently pushes your head back forward, “Why don’t you watch him, hm? Look at him fill you up.”
Groaning above you, each torque from his hips rips a gasp from your chest, “F-fuck—cutie, you feel s’good—”
“Mmhm—such a pretty birthday girl…” Sylus kneels down behind you and the couch’s armrest, his voice quiet and by your ear, “Let’s watch together, hm?”
“S-Sylus—h-holy shit—mmph!”
You both watch Rafayel drive himself into your twitching cunt, “That’s it…good job, kitten.”
“P-please, mm!”
“Awh, does the birthday girl want me to cum down her throat? You can feel he’s about to cum, I bet.”
Before speaking, Rafayel gasps, “S-shut up, f-fuck—”
Sylus chuckles then stands up again, “I’ll give you what you want, my love.” As he tilts your head back and to the side, he gently slips the head of his cock past your lips, “Happy birthday, kitten...”
At the sight, Rafayel thrusts faster—harder, “H-happy birthday—ngh—c-cutie…”
Description: You and Rafayel are both professors. Tensions rise and a sexual relationship develops.
WC: 1.4k
BEEN thinking about Prof Raf for a while now, however this idea received a new element bc of my LOVELY MOOTIE @galaconic's idea. BLESS YOU QUEEN. (TW: voyeurism/exhibitionism kinda??? i mean yeah lol)
Wish I could've wrote this using a name "Ms. Last Name" style but alas, for the x reader grind, I just went with "Miss"! Enjoy! I'VE NEVER WRITTEN RAF BEAR WITH ME!!! I KNOW THIS IS SECOND PLACE ON THE POLL BUT SNOWAPPLE IS COOKING TRUST!!!
- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)
This was months—and months—in the making. An endless tease…an endless flirtation…
“Miss, when are you going to stop by for a lecture?”
Passing you in the hall, “Can I stop by your class later?”
“So, Miss, when are you gonna let me paint you, hm?”
Leaning in close to you in one of the faculty offices, whispering, “You look cute today, Miss.”
All of which happened, over and over, long before you finally found yourselves stumbling into his office, ripping each other’s clothes off to explore every single inch of one another’s bodies.
Sat on his desk completely bare with your legs spread, “We r-really shouldn’t be doing t-this—ngh—s-shit.”
“Hm, why cutie?” His lips land on your inner thigh, his index and middle finger slowly pushing into your entrance, “It’s not like you’re my student or I’m yours...”
“Y-yeah, but—” you whine when his fingers are inside you completely, a slight curl upward, “oh m-my god…”
“But, what?” He starts to pump his fingers in and out, delicate and smooth, “Shh, you’re so pretty—being so good for me.”
You gasp, your fingers coiling around the edge of his desk for support, “And i-if we—nngh—get caught?”
He brings his mouth straight to your dripping cunt, hovering directly over your clit while his fingers continue to work you, “We won’t. Promise.”
All of those “little” comments—and lingering, burning gazes—built up over months, with the added coffee or pastry brought to you before your class started, left you here.
***
Why you ever agreed to this was absolutely beyond your comprehension. He was persuasive, very persuasive—to say the least. He promised he wouldn’t actually use it. However, even you weren’t naive to that particular glint in his eyes that you let you know he was lying. That lie excited you—so you agreed.
In recent weeks, you spent way too many mornings rushing out from his house to get to work on time. But this morning… This morning, after he made you cum numerous times, he then got down onto his knees, pushing a small oval-shaped vibrator into your already spent and leaking cunt.
“Raf—h-hurry up—I’m gonna be late—I-I—” He slows his pace, leaving teasing kisses along your slit until the toy is buried inside you completely.
“But…you’re just sooo pretty. Gonna be good for me today, hm? Don’t wanna make me use this—” he picks up the small remote by his side, “do you?”
You bite your bottom lip hard, peering down at him and shaking your head no. After using his other hand to spread your slit with his fingers to get a good look, he looks back up at you, “Oh? No, you’re not gonna be good for me? Or no, you wanna make me use this, hm?”
“No—n-no. I’ll be good, I swear. P-please, don’t use i-it.” Holding your slit spread with his fingers, his tongue grazes over your exposed clit and you whine loudly, still so sensitive from before.
He groans, licking you once more, “God, but you’re just so perfect. It’ll be sooo hard not to. I can see it now…”
You moan, a tremble already returning to your thighs, “R-Raf—”
He practically bats his lashes at you, cooing, “What about right now, hm? Before you go…”
“I c-can’t—we already—I’m g-gonna be—” with a simple click from his thumb on the remote, the toy starts vibrating, your walls immediately twitching and clenching around it at the feel of its subtle vibration, “Nngh!”
“So…pretty…” He drops the remote, both of his hands immediately gripping your thighs and holding you apart so he can suck on your clit.
He was sure to make you cum at least once more before you left—that much, came easy…literally.
Whether the toy was on or not, you were soaked all fucking day, your panties sticking and clinging to you as you squeezed your thighs together, which only prompted you to frequently recollect this morning. The fact that is was there, waiting under the threat of being used, made your cunt clench around it, over…and over. All. Day.
***
Toward the tail end of your last lecture for the day, your face falls mid-sentence at the feeling of a low vibration deep inside your cunt. That. Fucking. Asshole.
After struggling your way through your last few reminders, staying as calm as you are able, “Class— …dismissed!” With only a few brow raises around the room, when your students start shuffling out, you immediately sit down, trying to focus all of your attention on your desktop—hoping and praying there are no end-of-class questions. By the grace of all that is good, you receive none.
Once everyone is gone, Rafayel does a slow clap as he walks in, “Bravo, bravo, cutie.”
You snap your head toward the sound of his voice, your hands gripping the edge of your desk, “Y-you—!”
He tsks, walking closer to you, “Ah, ah. I mean what I said. You did a very good job.”
With his left hand in his pocket, the closer he gets the vibration only gets stronger, “Mm—ngh—s-stop—holy s-shit—the d-door is still—”
He raises his brows, the pace of the vibration stabilizing—for now, “Open? Mhm. You should stay quiet, then.”
You whine, trying your very hardest to keep your voice down, “Rafayel—!”
He places his free hand on the edge of your desk, smirking down at you in your chair, “That’s Professor to you, Miss.”
You scowl at him, but your face can’t hold the expression long as your lips part and your burrows furrow, “We’re both—gah—mmmph—you asshole—ngh!”
His voice is a coo, drinking in each twitch of your expression, “So gorgeous…” When you let a quiet moan slip, he cocks a brow at you, “Are you gonna cum at your desk, hm?”
“P-please—h-holy fuck—” You tilt back into your chair, trying to squeeze your legs together to no avail.
Leaning in toward you, his right hand on your desk and his left still in his pocket, his look is beyond devious, “So naughty, what if someone were to walk in, huh?”
“Y-you—”
The vibration gets stronger, again, “Shh, be a good girl and keep your voice down.” He grins when your eyes close as you bite your bottom lip, “That’s it…”
Your eyes snap back open, “Raf!” You lean forward and snatch the end of his tie, drawing his face toward yours in desperation.
He tsks again, shaking his head, “Quiet. You can do it, cutie. You did so well while teaching your class. You can handle it, hm?” While staring down at your lips, “Now, the whole room is empty—just us.”
Quickly losing your ability to fight it for much longer, you gaze back at his own lips—his smirk—visualizing the look of him this morning, “F-fuck—nngh—”
His lips inch toward yours, “Mmhm, good gi—”
At the end of the room by the door, a voice breaks the tension and immediately makes you come back down to earth and silences Rafayel, “Miss? Oh—!” You instantly let go of his tie and he stands up straight, cocking his head back and to the side as you both look over.
“U-um—” thankfully, from his hand in his pocket, the device clicks off, “s-sorry, he was—”
He interrupts you, standing up straighter and using his teacherly tone, “Helping her navigate some documents on her desktop. Did you need something?”
“O-oh, um, I was just going to ask Miss when the study guide would be posted.”
“This weekend! Mhm, probably Fri—” he glances at you, his eyes widening slightly—he is taking you out this Friday, “Saturday. On Saturday.”
The student smiles, “Great, thanks! See you next week!”
“Of course, see you then.” You let out the deepest sigh when they turn around to leave.
As soon as the student steps out completely, you snatch his tie and draw him straight back down to your face. After an initial eyebrow raise, he grins, “Go close. That. Fucking. Door.”
“Yes, Miss,” he pulls his tie out from your grasp with his right hand, turning away and walking toward the door, “whatever you say.” From within his pocket once again, the device turns back on.
“Y-you—!” He closes the door all right, but only with him on the other side of it. You eek out a whine, “Raf!”
“Oh my god—” You know he’s staying at least relatively close by, the connection from device to remote not that strong. “That f-fucking—mmmph—nngh!”
You press your forehead down against the edge of your desk, gasping and squirming in your seat. You nearly shriek when you feel the vibration get just one notch stronger from the place it last left off. “O-oh—fuck—I’m gonna kill—nngh!” You squeeze your thighs together and bite your palm, mewling into your hand as you cum violently.
Just as you’re panting, still a hefty tremble in your thighs, your phone vibrates from a text message.
Description: When feeling down, Sylus always knows exactly what you need.
WC: 2.9k
Wrote this for a lovely anon who suggested some Sy comfort! GAH, I hope this is at least kinda what you were hoping/looking for!!!??? 🫶 Definitely needed some solo Sylus on my page, please enjoy! Boss Man is so soft for his dearest wife!!! Bit of an upset/not ready to chat about it reader / Sy & you missed each other situation!
- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)
After having recently showered, in only his briefs, Sylus slips into the bed next to you, “What’s wrong, kitten?”
You roll toward him, “Hmph…just tired, I guess.”
He carries a faint smile, but his brows subtly twitch with worry, “Is there anything I can do, sweetie?”
“Will you just—” you sigh, getting closer, “lay with me, hm?”
His brows relax, and he welcomes you into his arms, “Come here, my love.”
You happily nuzzle against the side of his chest, “So cozy—mmm—thank you.”
“Of course.” After kissing the top of your head, he stays silent a moment, enjoying the feeling of you beginning to soften and relax against him. “If you want to talk about it, kitten, you know I’m right here, hm?”
“Y-yeah, of course. Thank you.” You tilt your head up to meet his eyes, hoping to offer some assurance, “It’s just…work, I don’t know—feeling drained.”
“I see.” He nods slightly, his warm gaze fixed on you while he strokes your cheek with his thumb. This is before his brows raise, “My diligent hunter who knows she doesn’t have to work, but does it for the people.”
You tap his chest with your hand, “Shush, you!”
“I’m only teasing, sweetheart.” He lets his finger stroke your nose, giving you a gentle tap as he smiles. “I know how hard you work. You do a lot. Too much, I think. They don’t deserve it.” He says so like he means it, earnestly believing your efforts aren’t acknowledged to the extent they should be. Suddenly, his eyes shift and become softer, more playful, “Mmm, been too busy to let me spoil you.”
You lift a brow and mirror his same smirk, “Spoil me, huh?”
He hums, “Mhm…” His thumb returns to your cheek, stroking your skin lovingly while drinking in each curve and each feature your face has to offer him. His voice becomes smooth and coaxing, “Let me take you somewhere. Wherever you want. Whenever you want. I’ll get you whatever you want. You deserve a break, hm?”
You smile, your hand flattening over his chest, “All I want...is to be right here, next to you.” His shoulders relax further as your hand runs along his skin, “You’ve been busy too, you know.”
He lets out an honest, regretful breath, “I know, kitten.” He pauses, trying to absorb exactly how you’re feeling, “...Do you think I enjoy being away from you?” While laced with his usual tinge of sarcasm, a part of him genuinely asks, sometimes fearful that you may underestimate the pain it causes him to be anywhere other than right next to you.
You grumble, turning your face back into his chest. You knew, and knew well, of course not. But those biting insecurities from a long and tired day—days—nipped at your heels and allowed doubt to spread—feeling an angst grow that what if you did, in fact, rely on him more than he did you?
He brushes your hair back and away from your forehead, staying silent yet another moment to enjoy the sound and the feeling of you breathing against him. “After we met, every separation has tested my patience. But because it’s you, and only you, I’m willing to wait.”
“What if—” you sigh deeply before looking back up at him, “I can’t wait. I never want to wait.”
He squeezes you tighter with the arm holding you against his chest, “Just because I said I’m willing, does not mean it’s not the most grueling moments of any given day, kitten.”
“Hmph…” You press your lips against his chest before letting your cheek rest against him again.
His voice becomes a playful coo, “Hm? Not good enough for you, sweetie?” Suddenly, his other arm coils around you and he’s flipping you onto your back, letting his weight press down between your thighs.
When he hears you giggle and sees a small smile, he grins, “What if...I told you that waiting…missing you…being away from you…is pure, utter, and complete torture, hm?”
Your eyes crinkle as you smile, and he can’t help but smile right back, pure admiration and adoration in his eyes, “Mm, now we’re talking…”
He offers a light laugh and a smirk, “Oh, yeah?” He lets his head dip, pressing a light kiss against your collarbone. “Well…” his bottom lip drags up the base of your neck before pressing a kiss against your skin, “it is.” Between gentle kisses on your neck, “You have…no…idea…just…how painful it is.”
“Mmm—”
“Every hour,” his lips part, pressing a more passionate kiss against your neck, his hips driving forward between your legs, “every minute,” then, you feel his teeth from a soft nip, “every second…”
When you laugh again, he’s already groaning and beginning to suck on your flesh, soothing the pressure against your skin with his tongue. Your string of quiet laughs ends up faltering into a moan.
He pulls out from your neck, and he cocks a brow but still wears his famous smirk, “And what is so funny about that, kitten?”
“Nothing, you just—” effectively silencing you, with his arms propping himself up above you, he lifts his left hand, tracing the outline of your bottom lip with his thumb while you speak, “y-you…”
He smirks again, “Cat’s got your tongue?”
“N-no…”
“So cute.” His thumb drops from your lip, his index finger working in tandem to grip your chin lightly, leaning in to give you a soft kiss.
You notice the faintest glow from his right eye, “I don’t think my princess wants to talk about it, hm?” You don’t move or respond, stuck in place with searing anticipation. He speaks warmly, “That’s fine by me, I’m ready to listen when you’re ready to share. But…” His gaze drops to your lips before returning to your eyes, “Until then, you seem to have a different desire, hm?”
Letting go of your chin, his knuckles lightly brush against your cheek affectionately, “I can promise you, kitten. I missed you more than you missed me.”
You shake your head softly, “Mm-mm.” Your hands raise to slip over and past his neck and into the hair at the nape of his neck, “Not possible.”
Putting his left hand back on the bed, his lips curl into a smile the closer he gets, “Very—very—possible, kitten.” He leans in further, his lips hovering over yours while you toy with the ends of his hair, his voice a whisper, “More than likely, actually.”
You smile again, wrapping your legs around the low point of his waist, “Will you tell me more about those minutes and seconds?”
“Oh, kitten…” you tilt up, your lips grazing his, “even better, I’ll show you.” Directly after he finishes speaking, he’s crashing his lips down onto yours, a gravely groan humming from his throat.
“Mmmph—” You let your fingers thread completely into his hair as your legs squeeze tighter around him.
When you break away, his lips are immediately touching the corner of your mouth, your jaw, and back down to your neck, “Sy—mmm—I missed you—” he bites your skin softly, “ngh—so much…”
His lips touch the edge of your ear, “More, kitten. So much more.”
“Mm-mm—” Each denial, each bicker over whose longing held more depth, causes him to bite you—a quiet punishment for, in his eyes, denying his supreme truth.
He chuckles against your skin, “I don’t think so.”
Your chest starts to heave, “I d-do.”
“Is that so?”
“Mmhm…”
Making his way down your body, he shakes his head, again and again, his lips touching your shoulder, your sternum, the top of your chest... He sits up, pushing your nighty up your thighs, “No, kitten.” He smirks at you, his palms warm against your skin, “Not possible.”
“Yes, poss—” He gives you a look that makes you stop speaking, his fingers hooking into the top edge of your panties by each hip, slowly pulling them down.
Leaning back in and down, relaxing between your thighs, his lips press against your skin, “Are you comfortable, kitten?”
You rake your fingers through his hair, pushing it back, “Mmhm.”
He grins, pressing his lips into your other thigh, “Good. Now, let me show you, hm?”
“Y-yes, please.”
“Good girl.” The phrase makes your hips twitch, your exposed cunt bucking just barely in the direction of his mouth. Immediately, his eyes flick to yours, a devious grin etched onto his face, “Oh, I see. This is what you missed so badly, hm?”
“N-no—mm—well, yes but—”
He laughs quietly, his hands slipping beneath your thighs and gripping your hips, using a short and swift tug to pull you closer to his mouth which makes you release a sharp gasp. “It’s okay, kitten. No need to lie. I promise, I also missed this more than you.”
You laugh in response, offering a firm tug of his hair to force his gaze back on you while he tries to lean in to get his mouth on you, the action making him groan and give you a heavy-lidded gaze full of amusement. You smirk, “There’s absolutely no way.”
“Oh, but there is.” His fingertips dig into your hips, “Let me go, and I’ll be happy to show you, kitten.”
“Mmm…” Your grip loosens and he smiles.
“That’s it...good girl.” Keeping his eyes on you, his tongue barely grazes the hood of your clit, slow and short, but still enough to make you whine. “Mm, that, too. I missed the sounds you make...” He presses a light kiss to the top of your slit, just above your clit. He kisses his way down, waiting for another whine, which he gets easily.
When you buck your hips again, his fingers press into your skin. “Ah, ah. You have little patience, sweetie.” His tongue parts your slit, running up until he creates a soft tug against your clit, “Let me enjoy what I missed so dearly, hm?” You nod, biting your bottom lip while trying to keep your hips down. “Mmm, good.”
With a more flat stroke of his tongue, he gently licks over your clit until you whimper, “S’pretty…” With each noise you provide, he’s consuming you more openly—getting greedier each second.
“Sy—oh m-my god—” Your head falls back against the silk covered pillows.
Barely lifting his mouth and between slow laps of his tongue, “Mm-mm. …Mmm—eyes on me, kitten.” Weakly, you lift your head, his right eye promptly glowing now. “Mmhm…” He hums against you, the vibration—the look in his eyes—making you moan.
“Mmmph—y-you—”
He stops, “Just relax, sweetie.” His right hand lets go of your hip, his arm coiling around your leg and hip until the nook of his elbow is wrapped around your thigh. He brings his hand past and down your stomach, all the way down until he‘s spreading your slit with his fingers. “Mmm…look at you. I miss everything about you, kitten.”
He licks a slow, short stripe over your wholly exposed clit, and continues to do so repeatedly between speaking, “Each sound…each sight…each desire you have.” You tremble, whining while staring down at him helplessly. “It’s my job to give them to you, all of them. When I’m away from you…” His lips wrap around your clit, offering the slightest and most gentle suck he’s capable of. When letting you go, “I can’t stand it.”
“S-Sylus—mmm…”
Without another word, his hand leaves your slit and returns to your hip, his mouth hungrily back on you, engulfing you completely as he grinds the flat of his tongue against your clit. “H-holy shit—nngh—!” Both of your hands lace into his hair, tugging while lifting your hips to get closer to his mouth—as close as possible.
You moan loudly when he chuckles against your skin, your eyes mutually locked. You never needed to tell him when you were about to cum. He knew. He could see it, sense it, feel it—taste it. He could watch it happen with absolute certainty. It didn’t matter if it was loud and fast or slow and quiet. This one, though, laced with longing was somewhere in between.
With zero words spoken, it’s like he gave you silent permission with his eyes that you were allowed to finally throw your head back and look away from him. When given that look, your back arches dramatically and your head falls back into the many lush pillows beneath you.
As soon as you start to whine, whimper, shriek, he’s extending his hands past your hips, his large hands palming your waist, his fingertips digging into your back and his thumbs into your waist, pulling you down closer to him.
Humming, groaning, a gravely grit in his voice spilling from his throat and vibrating against you only made things more intense. “Sy—oh m-my god—f-fuck!”
He only chuckles again and hums from his throat, slowing the stroke of his tongue to draw out the furtherest most depths of the feeling—to force it to last as long as possible.
Before you, or he, is even finished, “I-inside me, I n-need you inside me—nngh!”
His hips drive forward into the mattress, having been completely hard right from the start, but painfully so at the actualization of your release he himself created. But even then, he doesn’t stop, wrapping his lips back around your clit to suck, “S-Sy—h-holy shit—mmm!”
Gasping, “P-please—ngh—I need you.” The emphasis unintentionally placed on “you” makes him immediately stop. Despite the frequency to which he loves to make you cum—over and over again—with his mouth, who was he to deny his greatest love of all her desires? To gratify them instantly, whenever she calls for them. It’s what he was made for, he thought.
Crawling up to meet you, his lips suddenly are on your thighs again, your hips, your stomach, your chest, your neck…all while you’re panting and failing to recover. “Look at me.” His lips press into your cheek, his voice softer—gentler, “Look at me, kitten.”
When you meet his eyes, “Mmm—t-that was—” He doesn’t let you finish, his lips quickly meeting yours instead, his tongue slipping into your mouth easily as you welcome him. Without thinking of it, your feet raise, trying to push down and against the material of his briefs hugged around his hips.
He parts from you, chuckling, “So needy, kitten.”
“Y-yes, yes—I need you, please.”
His expression softens, “I need you, more, princess. Always.”
After a quick adjustment, you’re both completely bare, the underside of his length grinding against your soaked slit while he kisses everywhere he has access to at this angle. Your lips, your face, your chest, your neck...
With his face buried in your neck, “I missed you.” His voice is honest, slowly losing its typical collected edge as it slips into raw desperation, “I missed you so much.”
“Mm-mm. I—” your voice cracks into a whine at the sensation of his hard cock grinding against your clit teasingly slowly, “m-more—” Your sentence can’t be properly stated, let alone finished. As a result, you feel him smile against your skin.
He continues to grind against you, the feeling unbearable as you’re desperate to feel him—all of him, “Sy—S-Sy—e-enough. You w-win. You missed m-me more, p-please just—mmm!” You gasp when he lets the head of his cock press against your entrance.
“Y-you’re so—” You want to scold him, but can’t, especially not as he starts to sink into you while groaning into your neck, “Y-you—oh my god—y-yes, mmhm—”
It’s slow and undulating, driving a deep sense of comfort that penetrates far beyond that of your skin and reaches all the way down to your bones. That is especially when he lifts his head from your neck and presses his forehead against yours.
When your eyes start to close at the all-consuming sensation, “Right here, kitten. I’m right here. Stay with me.” His voice is a smooth hum, not possessive or commanding, but rather a reminder that he’s exactly where he should be—where he’ll always be.
Connecting in this way transcends the physical, and becomes an embodiment that whether you were as close as you could be, or as far, it didn’t matter. The very fabric of your souls are one—like he was keen on reminding you, showing and displaying to you in every action, word, or task he performed for you out of his deep, burning love.
“That’s it. Look at me.”
Your moan is thin and quiet when he presses into you completely, your eyes both wanting to close and to stay open to savor the love he shares with you from his own. He was right, every hour, minute, and second, not feeling this way, was torture.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Sy—” You can’t find the right words to respond with, completely engrossed by the feeling he transfers to you with an intention and loyal devotion felt—experienced—through his skin. The slow, meticulous thrust of his hips left you exactly where you wanted to be—in his embrace.
Eventually, you do find the right words, “I love you.”
The way in which he speaks those same words back, “I love you…” carries such weight, another reminder that his love is endless—always right here; always waiting, ready, and willing to be provided whenever you call for it, need it, or hell, even demand it, “so very much.”
You don’t need to ask him to kiss you, to kiss you and never stop—never part from this feeling of sheer and pure entanglement in every sense of the word. In any given moment, before you can utter the words, he already knows exactly what you need, and is more than devoted to give you just that—whatever it may be.
He always knows. Every hour, every minute, and every second.
ANON...sorry this took so long!!! Enjoy freaked out bunny boy, mwah! IT’S ABT TIME I WROTE SOLO XAV!!! Some reworked lines from misty silhouette! I have a much cuter piece for him in the backlogs, I’ll get there, I swear!
- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)
One too many conversations with other hunters coupled with you and Neo gushing over the illustrious Lumiere...is what got you in this position.
***
“Have you ever thought about switching partners?” It didn’t matter who was asking—it simply mattered that the question was being propositioned to you at all.
“Oh! Um…no, not particularly. Xav and I—”
The hunter interrupts you, “Or, at least, going on missions with other hunters? You know, it’s good for us to—”
Suddenly, a cool, calculated and discerning—yet eerily calm—voice breaks the tension, “It’s good for us to what?”
“Oh, uh! You know...work with everyone in the field…”
“Um, yeah…so, anyway…” The hunter looks back toward you, “Just think about it, hm?”
As the hunter turns away, you notice Xavier take a step forward so you instinctively grab the cuff of his uniform, stopping him by his wrist. When he looks back at you, his bright eyes are steely, focused into a slight squint. You return to him an overtly pleading look—keeping your relationship a secret at work is already hard enough as is.
This was just one of today’s frustrating scenarios... Eventually, you could practically see the steam boiling out from his ears—eyes twitching with irritation.
***
Leaving the association, after the elevator dings and the doors open completely, Xavier is shoving you inside with one nice, firm push between your shoulder blades with his fingertips. Not hard, but not soft, either. “In, Starlight.”
You feel a steady throb between your legs. His avid tendency toward jealousy shouldn’t have this effect on you, but... “Xav—”
“Quiet.”
When the doors close, he’s immediately pressing you against the back wall of the elevator, his chest against your back. His voice is full of grit, “What don’t you understand about the words, ‘You’re mine’?” You’re already stuttering, trembling with fear and excitement within his grasp. He drives his hips into your ass when he gets no response, “Hm?”
Feeling hot, you stutter, “I d-do understand.”
“I don’t think you do.” Slowly, he brings your hair to one side of your neck, whispering in your ear, “Don’t. Move.” He lets you go, turns, and hits the emergency stop on the elevator with his fist. You don’t dare move.
When you hear him step back to you, “X-Xav—”
He’s expeditious in his interruption, “Ah, ah. I clearly need to show you...” With his palm against the back of your head, he grips lightly and turns your head to the side, pressing your cheek against the cool metal of the elevator wall, “I need to put you in check, hm? Remind you who you belong to.”
Instinctively, you press your hips back, your ass flush against his groin, “Ngh—mmhm—”
“Good. Now, be quiet and be a good girl for me, yeah?” You nod the small extent you’re able considering the pressure from his hand and his body.
Finally letting you go, he yanks all the material at your hips down to your ankles as hard and as fast as he can. The act rips a whine out of your throat.
He’s quick to stand back up to the sound of your needy whine, shucking off his own pants just enough to grip his hard cock. With his free hand, he pushes against your shoulder, your hips naturally going out and back even further as your chest flattens against the wall. Lining himself up with you, “God, you just love pissing me off, don’t you, Star?”
He didn’t mean it—well, maybe about the Lumiere comments... Regardless, the suspension of disbelief made the air thicker—and you both knew it...needed it.
***
The walk back to your shared apartment complex is quiet, small murmurs—near whimpers—falling from your lips to the feeling of his cum dripping out of you and into your panties. He’s noticeably smug, but still obviously upset. His jealousy does have its bounds, if one could believe it—but today was particularly frustrating. More than one proposition from other hunters, as well as Lumiere this...Lumiere that. He had enough.
When you enter your apartment together, the silence only feels louder. Setting your things down, he starts to strip himself of the outer layers of his uniform. “You can’t still be—” You stop yourself, and with a hint of humor in your tone, “…Are you pretending to be mad, Xavier?”
Grabbing your wrist, he pulls you into his chest, using his other hand to swoop a finger under your chin and cock your head up to meet his hard gaze, “I only ever pretend not to be.”
Trying to fight a sly smile, you let your index finger of your free hand not gripped by his press into his chest firmly, “I thought you were the type to calm down quickly, no?”
His chin lifts slightly as he peers down at you. “That depends…” his finger under your chin is joined by his thumb, enacting a tight grip, “on who I’m with...” Your lips part when his thumb tugs on the space between your bottom lip and chin, “It also depends on how I want to calm myself down...” The flat look in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine, and all you’re left able to provide him with is a short nod.
He leans in slowly, his lips hovering near yours, “Can’t you tell?” His voice is quiet and composed, “I won’t be easily satisfied tonight...” His grip on your chin tightens further with a pressured squeeze, “So, are you going to help me calm down?”
Driving his anger further—on purpose, “I thought I already did, hm?”
He huffs, nearly smirking, “Not even close.” After speaking, he lets you go, and without warning, he drops to his knees in front of you, his fingers hooking into both your pants and panties simultaneously, “Let’s take a look, though, to see how far you got, shall we?”
***
Having stripped one another in a tumble down the hall, you’re both completely bare in your bed. He’s staked his claim by mounting you, trapping you with his weight, his cock its full extent inside you. You’re beyond breathless, flushed and panting, “Xavier—”
After all this time, his voice is still composed despite the juxtaposing sound of skin on skin smacking together with each jealousy fueled thrust into your already filled once cunt, “Go on, tell me.”
Each time the head of his cock slams against your G-spot, your eyes flutter, “O-oh my god—”
Full of a lustful grit, “Tell me, Star.”
Your sharp nails bite into the skin of his shoulders and he hardly reacts, perhaps only a slight clench of his jaw, “S-shit—!”
“Me?” Suddenly, his hips work faster, “Or Lumiere?”
“F-fuck—y-you’re s-so—nngh!”
“The longer you don’t answer—” the slapping of skin only gets louder, and you’re well aware that the bottoms of your thighs and the low curve of your ass just have to be turning a bright red, “the harder I’ll go.” His words are an ensured—enticing—threat.
This is a threat he keeps—and keeps quickly—when you fail in your confirmation being fast enough for his liking. “Ah! Hah, nngh! Y-you—you!”
He shakes his head lightly, his voice hoarse—but the torque of his hips doesn’t slow…not one bit, “I don’t—mm—believe you.”
“You, y-you—ngh—I swear—!” It doesn’t matter what you say, each thrust is harder and faster—more vicious…more lewd into your already spent and dripping cunt, “S-shit!”
“Say it.” Without the ability to process anything beyond the feeling of his cock stretching and pounding you into a dazed state, one of his hands leaves the space beside your head, moving to meticulously peel one of your legs off from around his waist.
“F-fuck, fuck! Oh m-my—!”
His voice is almost vitriolic, a level of commanding you’re not quite sure you’ve heard from him before, “Say. It.” Dizzy, eyes rolling, you also can’t process him taking the same steps with your opposite leg, “Say my name.”
You gasp loudly when he forcefully pins your knees beside your head, working your hamstrings to their full ability, continuing to slam shamelessly into your cunt—claiming it, “Ah! F-fuck, X-Xavier—!”
With his palms pressed against the back of your knees, his fingers squeeze tighter against your skin, “Good. Again.”
“Xavier—p-please—!” You mewl, drooling once you feel the head of his cock tap your cervix as a result of the new angle, a mix of pleasure and pain shooting through each inch of you—from each inch of him, “Ah! Mmph!”
Completely untempered, his voice near a growl, “More.” Gasping, you struggle to take in the appearance of his furrowed brows, jaw slack and panting as he drives into you with all the force he can muster.
“Xav—f-fuck! Right t-there, right—oh m-my—m’gonna cum—!”
With intentional gravel in his tone, “Good.” His hands tighten their grip yet again, a vice reminding you that there’s nowhere to go but here, “Scream my name when you cum for me.”
“X-Xav—Xavier—! H-holy fuck—mmph!” When you release an utterly desperate, erotic shriek, his name falling from your lips over and over—and over again—he finally cracks the smallest grin. Said grin is devilish—proud. However, he can’t hold the expression long—the sight of you is just too damn pretty not to groan to.
Not even close to recovered, your walls still convulsing around his length, he still doesn’t let up, “W-wait—mmm—f-fucking h-hell‚ Xav! Slow d-down—mm!”
“No.”
“Xav! Ngh!”
Between wicked, powerful thrusts, “I want...you...to cum...again.”
“Oh my god—fuck, fuck, f-fuck—!”
That same small smile returns, “I want all your attention on me.” When your hands try to grab at anything—his shoulders, his neck, his arms—he’s certain to shake you off with a slight jostle of his body, his hands still holding you exactly where he wants you...spread, exposed, and taking him completely, “Look at me, Star.”
