⊱˚. ✩ — SYNOPSIS Daily news by yours truly, Madam Jade: how to f*cking eat p*ssy good! Not everyone knows how to eat p*ssy like a professional, so here’s some tips from your favorite professional p*ssy muncher, Xavier! And he knows how to eat p*ssy good! Just remember to be extra careful, even professional like Xavier can get p*ssy drunk and can’t resist the urge to slide their hard c*ck inside a tight p*ssy!
⊱˚. ✩ — GENRE smut, porn with little plot
⊱˚. ✩ — P*SSY DRUNK VICTIM Xavier x reader (has chubby reader in mind, anyone can read tho!)
⊱˚. ✩ — WARNINGS fem!reader, pwlp, established relationship, possible grammar errors, explicit content, oral (fem), cunnilingus, marking, cum drinking, overstim, pet names, squirting, fingering, pussy drunk! Xavier, missionary, breeding
A/N I’m insanely close to 4K so just take a lil special for it mwah<3 (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
Don’t let yourself be easily fooled by Xavier’s, oh so sweet, timid, and quiet behavior. He is anything but that, in reality, he’s so needy, filthy, possessive, and downright nasty. As they always say, “the shyest ones are always the horniest ones”.
And Xavier definitely fits into that category perfectly. In public, he puts up this “naive” and “innocent” facade that fools everyone but you. If you got a penny for every time someone cooed and swooned at how pure and sweet your boyfriend is, you’d be a multi-millionaire.
Oh, how truly wrong they are. In private, Xavier is not clueless as it seems, far from it actually. He knows exactly what he’s doing, he just loves to pretend he doesn’t though. Especially during sex, those same antics and facade of his comes to play.
Xavier acts like he doesn’t know how to eat you out. With those pretty innocent, blue, watering eyes staring up at you from between your plump thighs. He would ask you softly and quietly, to the point he was just mumbling under his breath, if he could eat you out.
Xavier would have a gentle grip on your fat thighs, nuzzling against the warm, fat, soft skin of yours. And who are you to deny your lovable, pure boyfriend? Very big mistake, never open your legs for him, they won’t close once he’s got them pried open.
At first, Xavier will be so tender, careful, and gentle with your body, acting as if you were a porcelain doll. He’d lay you down against the soft sheets of the bed, pushing a pillow under your hips, peppering you up for better access to your already dripping pussy. He’d whisper sweet nothing against your thighs while pressing hot kisses to your skin, nibbling once in a while, sending shivers through your body.
Xavier will have your thighs wide open, hands firmly gripping your thighs, not enough to leave a pretty bruise behind. Instead, he’ll bite and nibble on your thighs, biting hard enough to leave a gorgeous hickey behind, letting you know that you're his.
And you should know, you’re his, nobody else. He’ll keep teasing you, nibbling at, licking at, kissing at your thighs until you're practically begging him with a whiney voice to finally stop teasing you and give you what you truly want. And he’ll listen, Xavier will listen to whatever you say or tell him.
Once he’d finally gotten rid of your useless clothes, leaving you in nothing but your panties. He’d stare lovingly at your pretty clothed pussy, a creamy stain on your panties from your sticky arousal and discharge. Xavier wouldn’t dare let any of your delicious juices go to waste, delicately sliding a slender finger against your clothed pussy lips, smearing clear juices onto his fingers.
He’d slowly kitten lick at his arousal covered fingers, moaning quietly in approval. Then, Xavier would peel your panties from off your body, staring at your naked body hungrily. He’ll take things slow, pressing an open mouth kiss to your puffy clit that throb agaisnt his lips.
A kiss followed by another one, gently introducing the pleasuring sensation. Once Xavier feels your melt into his touch, he’ll delve his hot tongue through your sticky pussy lips. And fuck, he’ll peer up at you with those bedroom eyes that makes you feel so dizzy and flustard.
Those bedroom eyes of his, hooded, clouded with hunger, fever, desire, devotion, and the intense determination of making you squeal and moan. Xavier will glide his tongue through your folds over and over, truly appreciating your delicious flavor. He’d leisurely lap at your hot pussy, licking from your fluttering gummy entrance to your swollen clit.
And, you can tell he gets concentrated too. His eyebrows would be furrowed, eyes briefly shut, moaning and whimpering against you, sending toe curling vibrations through your body. Xavier would slowly guide you through your first orgasm of the night, sneakily paying close attention to what makes you moan and cry out louder.
Then, he’d get absolutely hooked, pussy drunk even. Oh without a doubt Xavier is pussy drunk. Addicted to your sweet, yet tangy, flavor.
Your moans and whimpers made him feel dumb and desperate to hear more, what happened to taking his sweet, sweet time? Xavier was supposed to take his time, making you writhe and squirm under him! But now?
All that sweetness and tenderness he held quickly dissolved in front of your eyes, Xavier’s actions became more sloppier, messier, and needier.
The more his tongue collects your addictive juices the more he acts like a starved man, finally getting a 5 star meal. He’s intent on only using his mouth and tongue to make you cum and cum until your head feels fuzzy.
That’s all he needs to push to you over the edge, over and over until Xavier has successfully reduced you into a sobbing mess, wailing as you claw at the sheets. As hard as you try, you’re unable to squirm and writhe away from the delicious overstimulation Xavier accidentally provides.
It’s not his fault, it’s not like he was purposely trying to make you an overstimulated mess! He’s just soo addicted to you, making you cum for the nth time tonight. Xavier is too pussy drunk, too far gone in mind to realize how he’s making you crumble into nothing but a twitching, sobbing, overstimulated mess.
Xavier will always say he puts your pleasure ahead of his, but you know damn well that he gets off making you cum. Especially since you catch brief glances at him when he’s grinding against the bed, it’s like he can’t control how he rolls his hips, he’s just so desperate for some sort of stimulation! His cock has been straining against his restrictive pants, he’s been painfully hard for hours, since he parted your thighs.
Xavier doesn’t even realize that he’s been neglecting himself, so focused on you! His swollen cock twitches every once in a while, summoning a moan out of him. Fuck, thankfully you can’t see an obvious, creamy white stain on his dark pants, you’r tease him until he breaks!
This whole time, Xavier’s been leaking tons of precum. His balls pulsing with need as beads or precum trickles down from his tip. But, he’s ignoring his own desperation, focused on making you cum so hard that you see stars.
He’ll worry about himself later, just not right now. Xavier would be loudly slurping at your cunt. Delving his tongue between your fat folds, covering your dust with his spit, mixing up your arousal with his spit. And he’s nasty too, his spit trickling down his chin and the curve of your ass, he’s too pussy drunk to care though.
He’d lap at your gummy entrance, tongue swirling and circling your tight hole. Xavier would ever pull your pussy lips apart, collecting your sticky juices that ooze from your hole like his life depends on it. And it does.
Xavier needs you to cream and gush all over his face, he really loves it when it gets messy. Next thing you know, he’s needy for more, going straight to the source of your tasty juices, your gummy entrance. Once again, he’d trace his tongue around your entrance, the time sinking inside your hole, summoning a delightful gasp from you.
He’d tongue fuck you, rubbing and massaging your walls until your toes curled up. Xavier would be shamelessly moaning against your pussy, nuzzling close and close, as close as he can get to you. And when he nuzzles against your pussy, his nose is deliciously grinds and rubs against your puffy court with the perfect amount of pressure to make your back arch off the bed and your tongue lull out.
Once he’s satisfied with how stretched out your gummy entrance is, he’d direct his focus to your buzzing clit. Xavier will vigorously lick and lap until your legs feel numb, sucking harshly on your puffy clit until it’s twitching and swollen from the insane amount of attention. You can’t even begin about those obscure wet sounds, those deafening loud slurping sounds as he sucks on your pussy.
You’d be embarrassed by how loud the wet sounds were, if you could even think. He'd have his lips sealed around your swollen clit, lips sealed tightly as he shakes his head side to side flicking at the bud peeking from the hoods. It makes your thighs tremble and quake uncontrollably and your eyes roll back so far.
And yes, he gets messy and nasty without a care in the world. Xavier couldn’t care that his face is covered with your sticky juices, smeared on his chin and nose, in fact, that’s what he wants. Not only does he want you to be a mess, he wants everything to get messy.
The sheets below you are gross and nasty, all your juices and his saliva trickling down the fat of ass to the bedsheets, creating such a mess below your ass. And you? You are a hot mess, eyes glistening from new fat tears threatening to spill from your eyes, flushed cheeks stained with dried tears, drool trickling from your lips, trickling down to your chin, eyes rolled back, lips parted.
The blood must have rushed to Xavier’s ears, it’s like he can’t hear a single thing, or he’s pretending like he can’t. He can’t hear those pretty squeals, gasps, wails, moans, and your incoherent pleads and begs for him to finally stop slobbering on your overstimulated pussy. And just when you thought he was down with your overstimulated and exhausted body, he isn’t.
Xavier will retreat from between your twitching, trembling thighs while he licks off the extra cum from his lips. He’ll hover over your body, giving you a clear sight of the obvious bulge twitching and throbbing in his dark pants.
You feel so dizzy, brain mushy from the intense pleasure you’re receiving. Your sweaty body melts against the bed, drenching the thin fabric sheet. Your vision is blurry with fat tears, pretty innocent eyes glistening and watering slightly, cheeks flushed pinkish red with dried tears resting on your skin, new tears rolling down your cheek.
You’re biting down harshly onto your bottom lip, desperately trying to stifle those loud moans that dare to escape you. It’s hard to not moan when there’s a head between your thighs, lapping at your sensitive pussy.
“O- ohmyfucking.. god-!” You mewl loudly, finally releasing your poor swollen bottom lip from between your teeth.
A hot tongue delves between your sticky folds, licking up your juices from your previous orgasms. Xavier is leisurely and lazily lapping through your folds, tongue agonizingly slowly licking from your gummy entrance to your puffy clit. He’s not in a rush, far from it.
He’s happily taking his time to coax out as many orgasms from you until you're a shaking, quivering, drooling mess. You uselessly grab at the sheets beside your head, easily clawing through the flimsy fabric.
“Ooh~ p , please-!” You beg, drool seeping from your swollen parted lips.
What exactly are you begging for?
You're unsure what you’re begging Xavier for too. Are you asking him to stop lapping at your overstimulated cunt or begging him for more and more?
“Xavier . . . Nghh-“
“-can’t. . .take anymore!” You wail pathetically, back arching off the soaked sheets beneath you.
Xavier’s grip tightens on your plush thighs, fingers sinking into the fat, hard enough to summon a whimper from you. He’s got such a firm grip on you, holding you still, at his mercy while his hungry mouth eagerly laps at your pussy.
“. . .mmph” Xavier moans softly against your pussy lips, nuzzling closer to you.
Fuck, how many times has Xavier made you cum tonight? All you know is that you feel so light headed from the intense pleasure, burning hot skin, sweaty, and sticky from your own juices on your skin.
“Haaah. . S’too much-!” You wail, eyes rolling back you sweat you could see your skull.
Xavier lays his tongue flat on your pussy, dragging his tongue up to your swollen clit. A gentle kiss, feeling the bud twitch with need against his lips. An open mouth kiss, tenderly licking at the hood of your clit.
Xavier slots his lips against your puffy clit, moaning in approval when you let out a choked moan. He keeps his lips sealed around your aching bud, his tongue experimentally flicking onto your clit.
“Noooo~ ngh-“ you sob, fresh tears trickling down your cheek.
He pulls away from your aching clit, a thin string of a mixture of spit and arousal connects his lip to your clit, quickly breaking. Xavier slowly glides his tongue through your folds, tongue tracing your gummy entrance, making you flutter around nothing.
“You taste. . .so g- good” he whines quietly, tongue prodding at your dripping entrance.
He, lazily, licks at your hole, happily tasting your additive taste. Xavier gently peels your fat pussy lips apart, getting a much better view of your soaked pussy. He traced his tongue around your fluttering hole, teasingly sinking inside only to quickly slide from your pussy.
“Nonono. . why’d you stop?” You whisper breathlessly, whimpering when he pushes his tongue back inside.
Your walls split apart to accommodate the tiny stretch of Xavier’s tongue, leaving a delicious burn in your belly. That heat in your belly steadily builds up, your orgasm getting closer and closer.
“Mmph. . ‘m confused, darling. .” Xavier mutters between your thighs, pressing a brief kiss to your thigh.
“Just earlier. . you were begging me to stop-” he murmurs, interrupting himself, kissing your puffy clit.
Xavier rolls his tongue around the swollen flesh, sucking gently, enough to make your lips to part and your toes curl up. A wet pop, he releases your poor throbbing clit. His breath fans onto your exposed clit, eliciting a quiet whine from you, soft pants escaping him.
“-‘n’ now, you’re begging me to not stop. .” Xavier mumbles, nuzzling his head against your plump thighs.
Xavier peers up at you, those bedroom eyes of his hoods, clouded with hunger and desperation. You shiver slightly, watch him dip back between your thoughts only his hair you’re able to see.
“X-Xavier. .” You sigh, relaxing when he peppers kisses against your soft thigh.
Once again, Xavier’s tongue delves between your sticky folds, loudly moaning in delight.
“Can I. . . go a ‘lil faster now?” He asks softly, sending those pretty pouty eyes at you.
How could you ever deny your innocent, timid, and pure boyfriend? You would never deprive him of such desires! He looks at you with a hint of eagerness, smiling softly when you nod your head slowly.
“Thank you, darling” Xavier whispers, disappearing back between your fat thighs.
He briefly kisses your clit, instead of taking his sweet time like earlier, he dives straight into it. Xavier vigorously flicks his tongue against your throbbing clit, summoning a shocked gasp from you. He quickly rolls his tongue in circles around your clit, drawing out the most angelic moans and gasps from you.
All those moans and whimpers you let out goes straight to his stomach, blood rushing to his crotch. It’s hard not to recognize that he’s hard, especially when his cock twitches matches with his racing heartbeat. But, Xavier doesn’t care about himself, not right now.
Xavier focused on making you cum in his mouth for the nth time, desperate to pull another orgasm from you.
“Ohmygod! I- I-! Haah~ s, so good. .” You drool, head tossed back.
Xavier’s grip is tight, holding your legs on a bruising grip. Compared to earlier, he’s sloppier and just focused on making out with your pussy. Spit dribbles down his lips, trickling down his chin.
That obscure slurping, squelching, and wet sounds gets louder as Xavier just licks and laps at anything he can get his mouth on. He doesn’t seem to mind how his spit and your juices are everywhere. Your soft belly?
Droplets of your cum still on your skin from a previous orgasm where you squirted everywhere. Thighs? Your sticky cum trickles down your skin, dripping onto the sheets below.
Xavier’s face? Drenched, your sticky juices dried on his skin, and he doesn’t care. That feeling in your belly only gets stronger with every second, your moans and whimpers getting louder.
You can’t help the way you roll your hips, grinding your soaked pussy against his face. Once, twice, thrice, Xavier laps through your pussy lips. Hot tongue gliding against your heated skin, sliding up to your clit, capturing it and sucking harshly.
“Mmph. . ‘m getting closer-“ you gasp, gripping the sheets tighter.
He lays his tongue flat against your pussy, moaning as he glides down to your fluttering hole. Xavier concentrates on rolling his tongue around your needy entrance, unconsciously teasing you.
“Don’t tease-“ you protest, being cut short.
Xavier only teases you for a mere second, his tongue instantly slipping inside you until his nose is pressed so nicely against your puffy clit. That loud, pretty moan that you let out sends a wave of heat to his stomach, a delightful shiver through his body. He lazily grinds against the bed, whimpering against you.
His tongue swirls and wiggles inside you, massaging your gooey walls. Xavier’s eyebrows furrow up, eyes open as he watches your back arch up, chest rising and falling. His tongue fucks you quickly, the loud squelching sound of your pussy.
“Oh my- . .fucking god! X-Xavier!” You squeal loudly, eyes rolling back.
He whimpers against you, so eager to please you in ways you’ve never felt before. Xavier has been making you scream for so long, your poor voice is hoarse from moaning and wailing so loudly. He laps back to your twitching clit, sealing his lips around the aching bud.
That sob that escapes you makes him shiver slightly, more heat pooling to his belly. Xavier’s hard cock twitches in his pants, making him whine against you.
“Mmh. . You taste so sweet, need more. .” He whispers to himself, a slender finger toying with your gummy entrance.
Your breath hitches, melting into a mewl when he seals his lips are your clit again, sucking sloppily. The pleasure is too much for you, each orgasm that passed made your mind melt to nothing. One of Xavier’s slender fingers sinks into your creamy pussy, eliciting a wail from you.
A squelching sound fills the room, Xavier’s slender finger slowly pushing deeper and deeper into your pussy.
“O- oh god!” You squeal, tossing your head back onto the pillow.
With your hips propped up with a pillow, it’s easier for Xavier’s finger to push at your gooey g-spot. You writhe and squirm around, summoning an unhappy moan from him.
“Stop. . squirming so much, darling. .” Xavier murmurs against your clit, breath tickling your puffy clit.
Xavier’s free hand grabs your thigh tightly, holding you still while he plunges his finger in and out of your gummy entrance. You’re so sensitive from your previous orgasms, that heat in your belly just getting unbearably hot.
“N- nngh! H- haah~. . I can’t-!” You pathetically protest, back arching from off the bed, accident pushing your cunt closer to his face.
He moans in approval, his hand on your thigh moving to grab your ass cheek, forcing you to have your ass off the pillow. Xavier’s ring finger presses at your gummy entrance, coating his fingertips in your sticky juices. You wail loudly when he pushes inside, stretching your walls apart.
“H, holyshit! Y- you’re gonna. . make me cum. .” You drool, clamping around his fingers tightly.
Xavier moans softly against your puffy clit, slowly pushing his fingers in and out of your pussy. Your walls hungrily suck him back inside, tightening around his digits.
“N, ngh! N- nooo! XavierXavier!” You wail, his tongue vigorously flicking at your clit.
Xavier curls his fingers, right at your g-spot. It’s enough to throw you over the edge, your lips parted as you let out a silent scream.
“Ooh~ ‘m c- cumming-!” You warn, a loud moan escaping you.
That heat in your belly explodes, causing a violent shiver to run through your exhausted body. Sticky liquid shoots out from your overstimulated pussy, your body quaking as your squirt everywhere. Xavier’s fingers thrusting in and out to you, the clear liquid of your squirt spraying onto his arm.
That wet squelching sound fills the room, your juices spraying onto your plump belly.
“I- I! N- nooo, p, please!” You wail, squirming away from the overstimulation.
He slows down on finger fucking you, guiding you through the high of your orgasm. Xavier laps at the sticky liquid on your pussy, hungrily slurping and lapping at the additive juice. Your squirt trickles down your ass, trailing down the sheets below.
You whimper quietly as Xavier lays your ass back onto the pillow, gliding two fingers through your soaked folds, watching you flinch and shiver.
“H, hah. .” You pant, gripping the pillow beside yours tightly.
Your eyes flutter slowly, resting your eyes for only a mere second. And when you open them, your boyfriend is hovering over you. That look again; lips parted as Xavier huffs and pants quietly, cheeks flushed brightly, face sticky with your juices, eyes hooded slightly, clouded with intense excitement, hunger, and.. drunkenness?
Oh fuck, is Xavier pussy drunk?
“Mmph. . I need more of you, darling. .” He murmurs, briefly burying his head into your exposed shoulder, nuzzling into the softness.
“. . I need more, more, . . and more” Xavier sighs, there it is, that pussy drunk expression of his.
“please. . darling, c- can you satisfy my endless hunger. .?” He whispers against your ears quietly, presses an open mouth kiss to your flesh, sending excited shivers through your body.
“X- Xavier, you’re pussy drunk. .” You mutter a protest, dying at your tongue when he laps at your sweaty neck.
He retreats from your shoulder, reaching down to the waistband of his dark pants. Xavier is so desperate for more, he has to restrain himself though, he needs to see you as needy as he is. He slowly grabs the bottom edge of his shirt, slowly pulling it up, inch by inch.
Xavier’s muscles flex with his movement, more of his flesh being exposed to your hungry eyes.
“stop teasing. .” you mumble under your breath, watching him discard his shirt to the side.
“Hmm? ‘M just-“ Xavier starts, taking a brief pause.
“-taking my time. .” He finishes, sending you a mischievous smile.
Xavier reach’s down to the waist bands of his pants, once again, slowly tugging inch by inch down. He can see you getting frisky and impatient, exactly what he wants to see. He has his cruel and teasing moments once in a while.
Xavier’s v-line slowly comes to your view, his pants getting tugged down and down.
“Hurry up. . please” you grumble, pouting slightly.
If he wasn’t so desperate to finally be able to cum, he would have kept teasing you. Maybe he is pussy drunk. To be honest, Xavier isn’t worried about that, not when he can see your gummy entrance fluttering around nothing.
In a swift move, his pants and boxer get discarded to the side. He whimpers, his cock lewdly slapping onto his abdomen, beads of precum smearing onto his skin. Oh fuck, Xavier’s really that turned on. He’s not that thick, but he’s definitely long enough to reach your cervix.
His bulbous tip is angry red, beads plane beads of precum dribbling out, falling onto the bed sheets. Xavier whimpers, his cock twitching and jolting in the air, his balls pulsing with needs.
“can’t wait n- no longer. . you’ve teased me long ‘nough. .” Xavier murmurs dumbly, grabbing your thighs.
The pillow is still under your ass, your cunt close to his throbbing cock. Xavier pushes your thighs as far as it could go, to your plush chest, missionary. There’s a dim sting of pain, quickly downed out by pleasure when Xavier taps his cock against your fat folds.
Xavier firmly presses his pretty cock against your pussy lips, moving his hips back and forth slowly. His cock grinds against your pussy, rubbing your puffy clit with every grind.
“O- ooh~ haah. .” You whimper softly, eyes shooting wide open when his bulbous tip aligns with your gummy entrance, pushing in slowly.
You take a large breath, hissing softly when Xavier’s tip slides into your tight walls.
“. .n- nng! S- so tight. .” He whispers breathlessly, stifling his groan.
Xavier grabs at your love handles, fingers digging into the fat. You drool, glancing down your folded body. You try to keep your eyes open, watching his length slip deeper and deeper into your hungry pussy.
“Ohmygod. .” You wail quietly, eyes rolling back.
You flutter around his cock, sucking him in eagerly inside. Xavier pushes deeper and deeper until his bulbous tip kisses your cervix, leaving a delicious weight in your belly.
“O- ooh~ so. . deep” you whisper, grabbing onto the pillow beside your head.
Xavier lets out a shaky sign, shutting his eyes tightly. He grabs onto your love handles tightly, fingers sinking into the chub. He whimpers loudly, pulling his hips back, watching out how his cock slides from out of your walls.
He pulls his hips back forward until his thighs are pressed against your ass and his balls are against the curve of your ass. Xavier sets a more gentle pace rather than quick, sliding out until only half of his shaft is buried inside you, only to thrust himself back in. Every thrust makes your breast jiggle slightly, slapping onto your sweaty skin.
All those previous orgasms make you feel so dizzy, even the little thrusting Xavier’s doing makes you squirm and moan out. You clamp down on his length, eliciting a delicious whimper from him. Sweat trickles down his forehead, sliding down his cheek as he pants.
“Y- you feel. . s , so good. .” Xavier murmurs, lips parted slightly as he whimpers when you clench around him at the praise.
“H- ah! sofuckinggood-“ he whines pathetically, his hips quickly picking up the pace.
Hearing the wail you let out makes his cock twitch, his balls pulsing with need. It’s like Xavier’s body is on autopilot, he feels like he has no control over himself.
“I-I. . can’t stop. . nngh-“ Xavier wails quietly, thrusting much faster than you expected.
That wet plapling sound it's loud, along with your pussy squelching around his length.
“F- fuuckk-! Xavier!” You scream out, toes curling up slightly.
He whimpers softly, peering down at you with those teary eyes. Why is Xavier about to cry? Maybe it’s because you felt so amazing around his cock that he just can’t help crying a bit.
Or maybe it’s because he’s so pussy drunk, just dumb in the head. That heat in your belly builds up quickly, making you feel warm all around.
“I-I! can’t- I can’t cum. .” You protest, drool trickling down your lips again.
You squirm around, placing your hand into his chest, pushing weakly.
“N- no. . y- you can. . I, I promise” he murmurs, eyes burning with need.
Xavier’s face scrunched up slightly as he speeds up, his tip bangs at your cervix with every thrust.
“X-Xavier!” Your squeal melting into a sob.
You clamp down around him tightly, your juices spraying onto his abdomen, some spraying onto your belly. You shiver and wail, tears trickling down your cheek.
“hhng-!” Xavier choked out a moan, slamming his hips against yours, burying his throbbing cock inside your overstimulated pussy.
He leans downs, capturing your lips in a passionate and messy kiss. Xavier swirls his tongue around yours, his cock throbbing and pulsing. He groans against your lips, hot cum shooting deep inside your pussy, coating your velvety walls creamy white.
You shiver slightly, your arm wrapping around Xavier’s back, clawing at his skin.
“X- Xavier. .” You mumble weakly, a dumb smile forming on his face.
Xavier blushes slightly, letting out a sigh as he slowly pulls his length from your stretched out hole. A wet pop fills the room. His grip tightens around you, pulling you closer into his holds.
Xavier buries his head in your chest, a muffled sigh escaping him as he relaxes on top of you. The weight on your body accident applies a pressure to your belly that makes his cum slowly drip from your sore hole.
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satoru gojo who finds out that his cum doubled in amount when he became spider man. not only that, but the thickness and flavor changed as well. what he enjoys the most is how you’ve been eating it up.
“please.. please cum in me.” you begged your boyfriend as he pounded into your weeping cunt. you had no clue how or why his cum changed so much. maybe he has been taking some sort of pill? you didn’t bother asking anyways.
“yeah? want me to put a baby in ya?” satoru chuckled. he knew that the type of spider that bit him is capable of giving birth to hundreds of babies at once, and he got off on the idea of you gifting him many children.
satoru let out a sharp groan the second you squeezed his cock, making it almost impossible for him to pull out.
his grip on your neck tightened as he pushed your face deeper into the drool stained pillow. “guess i got my answer huh?”
he snapped his hips forward, fucking you deeply. ever since the ‘bite of 2026 as he liked to call it, his stamina went off the chart, making it possible for him to endure fights, and of course for sex marathons.
your fingers gripped the sheets, back arching as you felt yourself grow near. with a final thrust, satoru released into you.
“fuck..” he gently pulled out, mesmerized at the way the extra liquid spilled out like a goddamn waterfall. his finger teased at your hole, collecting his own juices. “felt good, baby?”
you nodded, feeling absolutely worn out. his cum was too much, but you weren’t complaining.
♡ ⋆˚࿔ — SYNOPSIS Poor you, it’s so hard to take your boyfriend’s fat cock inside your pussy! It’s such a delicious stretch though, you're so addicted!(๑>◡<๑)
♡ ⋆˚࿔ — GENRE smut, porn with no plot
♡ ⋆˚࿔ — PAIRING Caleb x reader (has chubby reader in mind, anyone can read tho!)
♡ ⋆˚࿔ — WARNING fem!reader, pwlp, established relationship, possible grammar errors, explicit content, size kink, fingering, oral (fem), cunnilingus, pet names, marking, breeding
A/N god, I’ve been feeling so exhaustive it’s pretty insane, BUTT, that won’t stop me from posting (>ᴗ<)I’ve noticed that most of my request are Caleb, I SWEAR IM WORKING ON THEM(¬_¬")Per usual, Caleb is whinny in this fic ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
“Hnng. . H- hah. .” You moan softly, lips parted slightly as you pant and breathe, your swollen lips glistening from spit.
“T- too big. . you’re too big, Caleb” you murmur quietly, voice shakes and almost whiney, shivering slightly when he once again nudges the tip of his big cock against your gummy entrance.
Through hooded eyes, you glance down at your naked, sweaty, folded body. You wouldn’t consider yourself the most flexible, however, you’ve been proven wrong. Your thighs are pressed so closely to your chest, almost resting on your boobs.
You can see his swollen, angry red, bulbous tip pressing against your sticky folds. Caleb taps his tip against your fat folds, making you flinch with each tap. He lets out a breathless irritated groan, pressing his tip against your tight gummy entrance once again.
Caleb silently hopes that maybe, just maybe, he’ll finally be able to slip into your tight cunt. Even after preparing you for hours straight, you're still so tight, pussy too tight to even let him slip inside you. You're letting out quiet gasps and whimpers, your eyes watering slightly from frustration.
“C- caleb. .” You sigh, peering up at him with a pouty expression.
You flutter around nothing, more arousal oozing from your hole. It’s been hours since Caleb peeled off all your clothes eagerly, leaving you naked under his hungry eyes, drinking up the sight of you. He’s done everything and anything to prep you, yet still, it wasn’t enough for his cock to easily slip inside you!
It started with one thick finger, his middle finger, slipping inside your gooey walls. Slowly and leisurely, Caleb plunged his fingers in and out of your pussy. Just one finger, just one, had you whimpering and moaning ridiculously loud.
And just to add a cherry to the top, he had his lips wrapped around your puffy clit, sucking and slurping at your clit with need. He was flicking his tongue rapidly against your swollen bud, drawing such pretty gasps and wails from you. Caleb has learned that you’re sensitive, any little touch, lick, or kiss makes your hips jerk.
Caleb’s fingers unhurriedly pump in and out of your pussy, your arousal coating his middle finger, leaving it sticky and wet. Then, another finger quickly joins your cunt, his index finger. He keeps a steady pace, pushing in and out of your gummy entrance, an obscure squelching sound filling the room as your walls tries to accommodate the delicious stretch, it was deafening.
Caleb also learned that you're very expressive. When he curled his fingers, you’d wail, arch your back, and curl your toes. Or when he finger fucks you quicker, you’d let out such angelic sounds, clamp down on his fingers, and your jaw would go slack as you let out a silent squeal.
Or when Caleb sucks harshly at your clit, you’d let out a choked moan, writhe and squirm, and even tug his hair gently. It took everything in his power to not cum in his boxer, he’d be so embarrassed especially if you tease him for cumming untouched. Miraculously, he didn’t cum, focusing on working your tight pussy open, finger fucking
you until he feels you relax into the pleasure.
Then, a third finger pushed inside your already stuffed pussy. The slow glide of his finger pushing inside your cunt made you bite your bottom lip, teeming up, a pained whimper escaping you. Caleb felt you clamp down tightly around his fingers, pussy gushing and creaming on his digit messily.
Your pussy is glistening, sticky, and just downright messy with your juices and cum. Caleb kept slurping and lapping at your clit, drawing every single moan and gasp from you, distracting you from the brief pain. You really are testing his patience, you just don’t realize it.
You don’t know how hard his cock is already, throbbing and twitching in his boxers the whole time he’s been prepping you. All those pretty wails and moans makes him feel weak, Caleb feels like he’s losing his mind. Maybe he has already lost his mind.
His head feels fuzzy, dizzy, and heavy, he’s drunk off your taste. He can't even remember how many times he’s made you cum. Caleb has been making you cum over and over, until you were trembling and shivering like a delicate leaf.
He never thought that eating you out would make him feel so.. pent up. He really need to fuck your pussy, feel you gush, tighten, and squirt all over his cock. However, Caleb needs to be patient, he needs to make sure your gummy entrance is well prepped before he can do that.
However, when your begging with a whiney, shakes, broken voice, begging Caleb to just fuck you alreadly, how could he possible be patient? How could he ever deny you of such desires? In a mere split second, he has torn off all of his clothes.
Caleb’s cock is fucking big, long, swollen, and hard. Beads and beads of precum dripping from his bulbous tip, down his tip to his thick base. And here you are, complaining and whining that he’s just too big to fit inside you!
After you were begging and begging for him totally fuck you instead of teasing you. “C’mon. . I know you can take it, pips. .” Caleb murmurs with a pouty face, brows knit downwards, a pretty blush on his cheeks, sweat trickling down his forehead and cheek.
His fingers teasingly brush against your swollen clit, eliciting a whimper from you in response. He felt your puffy clit twitch agaisnt his finger, the bud throbbing under his touch. Caleb rubs his thumb at the sensitive bud, eliciting a wail of pleasure.
“Ooh. .~ fuck-!” You drool, eyes rolling back and mouth agape when you feel his bulbous tip press against your gummy entrance again.
This time, his bulbous tip slowly pushes into your wet pussy. Your eyes shoot wide, reaching for the nearest thing to grab at, his beefy arms. You claw into Caleb’s arm, leaving behind crescent shaped indents on his arm.
“Hnng-! O- oh fuck! Ah-!” You moan loudly, a delicious weight settling in your belly as more of his length disappears into your greedy cunt.
You uselessly writhe and squirm in his hold, whimpering quietly when his grip tightens on your thighs to hold you in place. Through hooded eyes, you can see Caleb grinding his teeth together as he lets out a muffled grunt and groans.
Drool seeps from your lips, thigh twitching. His hips are flushed against yours, beefy thighs pressed against your soft ass. Caleb lets out a breathless sigh, huffing and panting.
He leans down closer to you, unknowingly pushing your thighs closer to your chest, his cock pressing deeper into your cunt at the perfect angle to make you tear up slightly. “S- so tight. .” He whines quietly, shutting his eyes tightly.
You let out a muffled moan, his lips pressed against yours. He sloppily rolls and laps at your bottom lips, begging for entrance. Caleb is eager to sloppily make out with you, wanting drool and spit to be everywhere.
He keeps his lips against yours, retracting his hips backwards slowly, his cock sliding out of your stuffed cunt. You grab at the bed sheets, stretching and clawing. You roll your tongue with Caleb, moaning against his lips.
“F- fuck. .” He whimpers against your lips, delving back for more addictive kisses.
He keeps a steady pace, teasing the both of you by only fucking your pussy with his tip before pushing his cock the hilt, nice and snug inside your walls. You’re already creaming and gushing around his cock, his length covered in your sticky juices.
“Hnng- stopteasingsomuch. .” You murmur under your breath, voice quiet and soft.
“What -fuck. . was that, baby?” Caleb asks, letting out a choked groan when you flutter around him.
“M- more! P- please. . stop teasing” you whimper, peering up at him with murky and hungry eyes.
He goes awfully quiet, staring at you silently. You can feel Caleb twitching and throbbing inside your pussy, tip kissing your cervix. You open your mouth, ready to beg him louder.
But before you can get out another word, Caleb sets a pace that makes your eyes roll back, lips part to let out a squeal, and back arch off the end. It’s like he finally snapped, restraints disappearing right in front of your eyes. With every thrust, his heavy balls slap and slap against your ass, creating a wet plapling sound.
The obscure squelching and plapling sounds get louder, filling up the room, his thrust getting quicker. You can feel the veins on Caleb’s cock, dragging in and out of your pussy.
“Hhng -ohfuckme. .” He mumbles under his breath, whimpering and groaning.
“Y- you’re so tight-!” Caleb whimpers, teasingly nibbling at your bottom lip, taking it between his teeth.
He rests his weight on your body, somehow, his cock pushing even deeper into your pussy. You feel overwhelmed, sweaty, and dizzy from pleasure. Caleb’s bulbous tip bangs and bangs at your cervix, without a doubt, knocking the breath out of you.
“Oooh- shit. .” You drool, toes curling up.
Caleb slits his lips against yours again, waiting no time, swirling his tongue around yours. He’s addicted to the taste of you and him on his tongue. He can’t even think straight, not a single thought in his head other than wanting to fuck you as stupid as him.
It’s like Caleb’s body is being controlled, fucking into your pussy like his life depends on it. Every push and thrust inside you knocks the breath out of you, leaving you panting for air. You start to feel dizzy, dumbly kissing him, drool dribbling down your cheek.
As Caleb finally pulls away from your swollen lips, a thin string of spit connects your lips to his, breaking as quickly as it appeared. He buries his head into the column of your neck, sucking, lapping, biting, kissing, and nibbling at the tender flesh of your neck. It’s like he can’t keep his mouth unoccupied for too long, desperately sucking pretty marks onto your neck.
“Mmph” he moans against your neck, his tongue flicking and lapping at your sweaty skin, leaving trials of saliva behind.
Your eyes widen as you squeal loudly, whimpering in pain as he bites at your poor neck. Without a doubt, Caleb left a pretty hickey behind. You clamp down around his cock tightly, eliciting a muffled moan from him.
He’s shamelessly moaning into your neck while he sucks pretty marks into your neck. Caleb is addicted to you, he can’t stop tasting you.
“Nngh-! Sotight. .” Caleb murmurs into your neck, kissing a reddened area where a mark is blooming.
“C- Caleb!” You mewl, wrapping your arms around his back, helplessly scratching and clawing at his back.
There’s a strong heat in your belly, every thrust makes it only get stronger and stronger. Caleb’s cock is hitting all your delicious sweet spots, tip bashing and banging at your poor cervix with every thrust. You flutter around his cock, summoning a pathetic whine from him.
“O- oh fuck..! I- I’m gonna cum-!” You drool, nails digging deeper into Caleb’s back, summoning a groan of pain.
“Mmph-! Y- yea. . please, cum f’me. .” He whimpers, peppering hot kisses all over your neck.
Your eyes rolled back, so far that you swear you saw your own skull. Your lips part as a whimper and whines escape you, a fresh trail of drool rolling down your lips. You gush and cream around his thick cock, becoming ridiculously tight around him, clenching down on Caleb’s cock.
“Haah-! I- I, ohfuck-!” You wail, your words slowly turning into incoherent babbles.
“Oh fuck-! B- baby. .!” Caleb whines, his voice sending a pleasant wave of heat through your body.
“Don’t d- do that. .-!” He breathed out between gasps and whimpers.
You can feel Caleb twitching and throbbing inside your pussy, leaking beads and beads of precum inside your gooey walls.
“A- ah ohfuck! D- don’t do what. .-?” You ask through your stupor.
Caleb doesn't respond, most likely just as brain dead as you are. Instead, he reaches a shaky hand down to your sweaty intertwined bodies, his fingers quickly finding your puffy clit. He traces circles onto your sensitive clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure to make your toes curl up and moan.
You’re so sensitive, your first orgasm making you a babbling, dumb mess. That familiar heat in your belly quickly builds up.
“O- oh god. .” You moan with a shaky voice, hooded eyes getting a brief glance of his fast cock slamming into your pussy.
Caleb’s cock is covered in your cum, shining and glistening from your sticky juices. He buries his head at your marked up neck again, flattening his tongue on your spit covered neck.
“Nngh-! Too. . much!” You squeal, reaching down to grab at his hand that traces mean circles to your clit, attempting to pry him off, to no avail.
“H- hah. .-! C- Caleb!” You gasp, breath choppy.
“Noooo- y- you’re gonna make me. .” You babble dumbly, fat tears watering in your hooded eyes.
“-. . Cum!” You breathe out, the warm feeling of tears rolling down your cheek.
Finally, he retracts from your neck, satisfied with all the hickeys he left behind. Caleb rests his free arm beside your head, keeping you pinned against the bed.
“H- hah! Not yet, baby . .” He gulps, brows knitted downwards.
“I- I wanna cum. . with you-“ Caleb finishes, drool seeping from his lips, dripping onto your hot flesh.
“pleasepleaseplease. .hold it-” He chants, he balls slapping against your ass loudly.
“just a bit longer-“ Caleb pleads, thrusting hard into you after each word for emphasis.
Caleb somehow manages to tan into your harder, cock gliding and sliding in and out of your pussy. His fat balls slap against your ass with every thrust of his hips, till your ass is a pretty shade of red and throbbing.
“I- I can’t! N- need to cum-!” You wail, clamping down around tightly, summoning a choked moan from Caleb.
“J- just a lil’ bit. . longer, pips-!” he whispers.
Caleb winced in pain slightly, his hips are aching in pain, however, that doesn’t stop him from ramming himself deep inside you.
“O- ooh-“ Caleb moans, his thumb tracing your clit again.
You are a mess, hooded eyes rolled back, murky and love, dried drool on your cheek, fresh tears slowly rolling down the curve of your cheek. Your orgasm is being dangled in front of your face, teasing you.
“yesyesyes. .” He whines.
“Gonna cum. . fill up t- this pussy, baby-!” Caleb rambles dumbly, his cock jumping and twitching uncontrollably inside you.
Caleb’s overstimulated, his heartbeat is loud, pounding against his chest so loudly he can hear it in his ears. Or is that your heart?
“C- cum f- for. . me” he begs, rolling his thumb against your puffy clit until your hips are jerking and twitching.
“Yesyesyes! I- I love youu” you mewl, scratching at his already reddened back.
Caleb slams his cock to the hilt of your pussy, tip nudging against your poor bruised cervix. He shivers intensely when he feels you gush around his cock, you’re so fucking tight around him, practically milking him dry. You wail loudly, squeezing him tightly, the base of his cock covered in creamy white, your cum.
“L- love you too. .-“ Caleb breathes out, slotting his lips against yours.
You feel him twitch violently inside you, shot cum shooting deep inside your pussy. Caleb’s cumming so much, some of his cum spilling from your overstimulated pussy and trickling down the fat of your ass, to the bedsheets. It’s messy, his cum gets everywhere. You can feel him tremble in your arms slightly as he rides out his high, shallow thrusting into you, pushing him cum deeper and deeper while some spills out with every push of his hips.
“Haah. . M- more, I need more of you. .” He whimpers, groaning slightly.
Caleb winces again, the pain in his hips from pushing himself too much. However, he can’t stop, not yet. He needs to give you so many creampies, until your pussy is dripping with his cum, till he passes out from exhaustion, till he’s milked dry.
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the lads men discover your secret kink when they stumble upon all the x-rated videos you’ve been hoarding on twitter. busted... but why hide it when your boyfriend’s more than willing to take a seat in your fantasy? — wc. 6.1k
STARRING ♱ xavier ⌇zayne ⌇rafayel ⌇sylus ⌇caleb
WARNINGS ♱ X-RATED VISUALS ARE LINKED. must be logged in to twitter/x to view. fem!reader, ungodly amount of pet names, heavy praise — (sylus) free use, bondage, cum eating/swapping, switch!sy, oral (f. receiving) — (zayne) spanking, meanie!zayne, heavy praise, use of good girl, lowk cervix fking — (rafayel) dubcon-ish (?), somnophilia, degradation (use of slut), mean dom!raf, some yandere themes — (caleb) facesitting/fucking, some use of gravity evol, brief mention of insecurities — (xavier) sub!xavier, begging, edging (m. receiving) — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
KIT’S NOTE ♱ hehe new year, new medicli layout >:3 i hope you all enjoy my first multi hc of the year! if u see any mistakes, no u didn’t! reblogs and comments are so greatly appreciated, i’d love to hear y’all’s thoughts on this :)<3
ᯓ 秦彻 ⟢ SYLUS ˖᯽ ݁˖ — big bf lets you have your way with him #freeuse
sylus shouldn’t pry—this much he knows. there are boundaries that should never be crossed and this? this is one of them.
your phone is open to a twitter profile. some blank account with an obscure user and the locked symbol next to your name. it’s a private twitter account following 20 people with 5 followers. but it’s the most recent tweet that catches his attention—a man naked and bound to a chair with a blindfold covering his eyes and a woman using him how she pleases.
he picks up your phone with a dry throat and his cock hardening under his slacks. the retweet reads, ugh wish he’d let me use him like this </3
you walk out of his bathroom to see his back facing you and you perk up immediately. “sy, you’re back!” you say, cheerily, but when he turns around with his jaw clenched and your phone that quietly plays the sound of one of the many videos you were watching on twitter moments prior, your smile drops.
“i didn’t realize you were into amateur adult films, sweetie.” he drawls nonchalantly, like his cock isn’t aching for your touch. but you can sense an edge that isn’t typically there.
you stammer on an excuse, feeling your face burn in mortification at having been caught retweeting porn on your alt account. “i—it’s… well, i-it’s not what it looks like.”
“yeah? because it looks like you want to use me… just like this.” he stalks towards you and waves the phone in your face, a small smile pulling at his lips. “is that true? you want to tie me to a chair, blindfold me and have your way with me?”
you pull your lip between your teeth, gnawing at the flesh anxiously. you avert your eyes, staring at your sock clad feet before you feel his fingers tip your chin up and force you to look him in the eye.
“c’mon, sweetheart. you’ll tell me, won’t you?” he murmurs, thumb pulling your bottom lip from your teeth.
“yes,” you respond, throat dry and voice wavering in lack of confidence. “i want to have my way with you.”
he gives you a wolfish grin and all he says is, “okay then.”
—
you never thought you’d see sylus like this. in a chair with rope wrapped around his torso and one of his silk ties covering his eyes. there’s a permanent smirk plastered on his face and it makes you buzz with excitement.
“don’t make me wait for so long, kitten.” he drawls, his cock bobbing up and down in dire need of attention.
you grab his neck, tipping his face up and pressing your lips against his for a sloppy kiss. you push your tongue into his mouth, savoring the deep groan that rumbles in his throat. the kiss doesn’t last long—you pull away just as he starts to get needy, watching how he chases your lips with a growl.
your hand trails down his chest, squeezing at his peck before turning around, back facing him, and grabbing his cock. a small gasp of surprise fills the room right before it’s replaced with the sound of your paired moans as you sink onto his cock.
“shit,” he curses, the word coming out breathless. his hands itch to grab you and they could if he really wanted to. he could break free from the lousy restraints, but he knows how much you want this and he wouldn’t dare rob you of this experience.
and you take him like you were made from it, bouncing on his cock, your ass clapping with every thrust. you whine for him, testing his patience. “does it feel good, sy?”
another deep growl fills your ears and shoots straight to your core. “you know it does, sweetheart. what about you, hmm? does, hah fuck, does using my cock like this satisfy you?”
you choke out a sob, sitting on him completely and grinding your hips against him with vigor. “mmhm, you’re such a good boy, baby,” you moan out, feeling his cock throb at the praise. “b-but you know what would make me feel even better?” you ask, voice cracking.
he tries to thrust into you, but you don’t give him a chance. he’s stuck in this chair with you on top of him so all he can do is pant out a strained, “what?”
“if you—mmm, if you came inside of me,” you whimper. “fuck, sy, please? please fill me up with your cum. want you to shoot it so deep inside of me, please please please?”
your pleas are so desperate, almost as if you aren’t already taking everything you want. as if you aren’t already making his cock twitch and his stomach tighten. as if you aren’t already milking him dry while he lets out a drawn out groan.
a happy moan rips from your throat when you feel his cum spray inside you, filling you so deep just how you wanted. you let him empty himself, waiting till every drop of cum is spilled into you before pulling off his cock, grabbing a fistfull of his hair and bringing his face to your messy, filled cunt.
his surprised moan is muffled by your pussy. you figured he’d rip through the rope and push you away, but he happily laps and sucks at your hole, licking up every bit of your mixed arousal that leaks out of you.
you whine, heat flooding your body as you grind your ass against his face. “y-yeah, eat your cum out of me, just like that, sy,”
“dirty girl,” he murmurs against your cunt before devouring you whole, the sounds of smacking and slurping and groaning resuming.
your knees nearly give out, the only thing holding you up is the death grip you have on his silver locks. you jolt and tremble before him and he doesn’t need to see to know you’re close.
all it takes is a raspy, “cum on my face, sweet girl,” for you to completely unravel, legs shaking uncontrollably as you paint his face in syrupy arousal. you’re reduced to whines and whimpers of his name and sylus just wishes he could see you.
and his wish is granted mere seconds later when you’re weakly tugging the blindfold off of him, taking his gleaming face in your hand and pressing your lips to his to taste the two of you on him.
he groans, passing the release into your mouth while pulling on the restraints in a need to grab you.
“you did so well for me, sy.”
“mmm, thank you, sweetie. and,” his voice drops to a whisper. “next time you want to recreate something… just tell me.”
ᯓ 黎深 ⟢ ZAYNE ˖᯽ ݁˖ — meanie!bf makes you ask for permission to cum #spanking
zayne never uses social media. especially not twitter. but you convinced him to download it so you could send him funny tweets and cute cat videos. he shook his head and downloaded the app just to get you to shut up, but he never actually opened it.
one rare and quiet day, with nothing on his schedule and you stuck at work, curiosity finally got the better of him. he made an account on a whim, and that’s when he saw it: suggested accounts. yours, right at the top, labeled as someone he “may know.” a small, fond smile curved his lips as he tapped on your profile, warmth blooming in his chest at the sight of your cute icon staring back at him.
but that smile fell just as quick as it came when he scrolled a bit too far and found a quote retweet captioned, “does anyone wish their bf would do this to them too??? :((( being spanked then doted on… sigh.”
he watched the video with a dry throat and widened eyes. the first thought that came to mind was that you posted this on your public profile—but then he noticed you only had 15 followers. still, he’ll have to remind you of your digital footprint.
once the initial shock wore off… he watched the video again. is this what you wanted? to be ruthlessly fucked from the back and spanked… by him?
zayne closes the app, clears his throat and throws his head back against the couch he’s sitting on. he pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a shaky exhale.
if that’s what you want… then that’s what you’ll get.
—
he waits patiently for you to trudge past the door, trying to keep himself busy with god knows what till he hears it. the sound of your keychains rattling and the click of the door as you unlock it and walk in.
“hi, zaynie,” you breathe, skipping towards him and pressing a wet kiss to his cheek. one whiff of you and all he can think about is doing all the naughty things you’ve been secretly wanting. his cock aches. his blood thrums. he needs it now.
“are you okay?” you pull back, concerned by his silence and even more deterred when you see his hardened face.
when he speaks, it’s low and stern. a voice you’ve only heard a handful of times. “bedroom. now, please.”
you let out a confused chuckle. “what for?”
when he raises an eyebrow at you, you cower, nodding your head and scurrying to the bedroom like he asked.
it’s nothing like what you expected. you didn’t expect zayne to walk in and strip you bare without a word, didn’t expect him to bend you over the bed and press himself into your tight, waiting warmth. and you definitely didn’t expect his hand to come down hard on your ass—the sharp, thunderous crack filling the room, followed instantly by your startled squeak.
“this is what you wanted, is it not?” he pants, fucking into you with vigor melting at the sound of your sweet, surprised moans. “this is what you were talking about on your twitter, right?”
your voice comes watery, confused. “wh-what?” you ask, hands fisting at the sheets, your body jolting with every sharp, rough thrust.
his hand comes down, your other cheek meeting the same fate and it has another desperate moan crawling out of you. “you wanted to, what was it? get spanked and doted on, huh?”
and then it hits you suddenly—vividly. you remember the video. it was a faceless man taking a faceless girl from behind, ruthless, almost cruel in the way he fucked her. you remember the sharp smack of his hand against her skin, how badly you’d wished it were you and zayne instead. but what turned you on the most—what lodged itself deep inside your core—was the contrast of it all. the way the stranger’s rough, unyielding actions clashed with the softness of his words. the concept of being fucked like a slut while being praised like a good girl. it made you spin.
it only made you think of zayne. zayne and his large, calloused hands. zayne and his sweet voice. zayne and his cock that stretched and fucked you so good that it makes you cry.
and you’d be lying if you said the thought of him realizing this… realizing it’s what you’d wanted all along… didn’t make heat pool low in your stomach all over again.
you clench tightly around him, turning your heated face into the pillow that smelled just like him. this only makes him laugh, humorlessly.
“yeah, you’re remembering now, aren’t you, my darling girl?” his throaty voice only turns you on further. you arch your back and wiggle your ass as an invitation. an invitation for him to give you more. to go hard. “that’s it. good girl.”
you shudder at the praise. “f-fuck,” the curse is whimpered against the silk fabric of his pillow. “fuck, zayne, it’s s-so—god! so deep. feels so good!” you feel him everywhere, but especially in your tightening stomach. you’re already at the precipice of an orgasm and it only makes zayne want to fuck you right to the finish line.
zayne hums, spanking you again just to hear a giggly moan and it makes his heart want to beat out of his chest. “you’re so precious,” he whispers before his hand laces in your hair and pulls your face away from the pillow. “did you want me to find that tweet, sweetheart? so i could spank you and pull at your hair? so i could fuck you stupid on my cock?”
you don’t bother hiding it. you wanted this more than anything. you craved this more than anything. “yes, yes, yes! please!”
“gooood girl,” he murmurs softly. it’s a perfect contradiction to the way his cock drives into you, the tip just barely brushing your cervix. it’s too much. you’re wound tight as hell, a dam on the brink of bursting, and zayne feels it instantly.
“you wanna cum?”
you can barely form the words, desperation breaking your voice as you beg, “can i…? please?”
“yes, baby. cum for me,” he grunts, fist tightening in your hair, pulling you into a deeper arch. “come on. cum all over me.”
you shatter almost instantly. your body trembles as you come apart on his cock, a needy, broken moan slipping free while the tight knot in your stomach unravels and you soak him completely.
he doesn’t stop—he only fucks you through it, steady and relentless, before pressing a gentle kiss to your spine.
“you did so well,” you feel his lips curve into a smile as he murmurs against your slick, overheated skin, “he but we’re not done yet.”
ᯓ 夏以昼 ⟢ CALEB ˖᯽ ݁˖ — bf lets you sit on his pretty face #facesitting
it was no secret that caleb kept tabs on you. he was very open about it—he has all your post notifications on, he knows where you are at all times, and he always knows what you’re up to. it didn’t bother you in the slightest, he’s always been protective of you—watching over you like it was his life’s purpose.
but there’s one secret that you keep from caleb. and it’s nothing major, truly! it’s just… an alt twitter account you use to retweet your soft porn. while there’s no reason to keep this from your boyfriend, you don’t have the heart to show it to him. it’s the home of all your fantasies, more than anything, it’s embarrassing.
even so, the last thing you want is for caleb to know. you’ve done everything in your power to keep this secret. you used an obscure email to create the account, a password with a series of random numbers and letters that he’d never be able to guess and an alias. it was practically impossible for him to trace it back to you.
one day, you were scrolling on said account, thighs pressed together as you came across a video of a girl sitting on a guy's face, tugging at his hair while she glided across his mouth and nose. all you could think about is caleb—how good it would feel to fuck his face like you were in heat.
it was something you thought about often. you’ve had caleb eat you out before, yes, but you’ve never asked to try this in fear that you’d either A. suffocate him or B. he’d be turned off.
so you do what you always do, quote retweeting it with a caption that read: “wanna sit on my bf’s pretty face just like this :,(”
you shut out the app and flop back onto your bed, trying—failing—to chase the thoughts of him away. especially the image of him stretched out against these very pillows and you hovering over him while your arousal drenches his face. you lose yourself in the fantasy, hands sliding down your body in need.
but then your phone starts to blow up—message after message lighting the screen, all from your boyfriend:
caleb ♥︎: baby, are you serious?
caleb ♥︎: is that really what you want?
caleb ♥︎: you wanna sit on my face?
caleb ♥︎: forget it, I’ll be there in an hour. we’ll talk about this when I see you.
your breath hitches and brows knit in confusion—then it clicks. your tweet. maybe you should’ve been more careful before hitting send. maybe the app glitched. either way, when you open the app again, dread crashes over you as you confirm that you’ve posted it from the wrong account—the account where caleb has your notifications on. meaning he saw it immediately.
you delete it in a panic, humiliated, praying none of your other mutuals caught it in time. there’s nothing you can say or do to stop caleb from coming over. so you stand, pace, draw in a shaky breath and wait.
—
caleb lets himself in, shuts the door, and locks it behind him. the talk he mentioned in his text never comes. no greeting. no anger. instead, he strips down to his boxers and climbs into your bed like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
you’re frozen where you stand, lip caught between your teeth, thighs pressed tightly together. when he settles against the pillows, he lifts his gaze to you so calm that it almost scares. he looks at you expectantly.
“well?” he starts. “what are you waiting for? i’m here. you wanted to sit on your boyfriend’s pretty face, did you not?”
you exhale a sharp, nervous laugh, “c-caleb, we don’t have to…” you let shyness take over. “i’ll—i’ll suffocate you. it probably won’t feel good for you either…”
he scoffs incredulously. “come sit on my face before i make you. you do remember my evol, don’t you?”
you barely have time to process it before you feel weightless, a surprised yelp slipping out as he drags you toward him with nothing more than a flick of his hand.
you give in instantly, nodding as you stumble, “okay okay!”
he lets go and watches with hungry, unblinking eyes as you push your shorts and panties down, letting them pool at your feet. you climb onto the bed and crawl toward him slowly until you’re hovering just above his throat, suspended in the tension and your own personal fear.
“caleb, are you sure i won’t be too heavy?” you whisper.
“i’m sure, baby.” he says reassuringly, his hands grabbing your hips and lifting you till your cunt is just inches away from his face. “come on, sit. lemme taste you.”
you let out a shaky breath and start to lower yourself before you can talk yourself out of it, but his arms hook beneath your thighs and force you all the way down, drawing a satisfied moan from him and a startled gasp from you. your hands fly to his hair, fingers threading through the silky strands as you cling to him, grounding yourself before your strength gives out entirely.
you bite your lip, desperate to keep your moans quiet, but the drag of his nose against your clit paired with the warm suction of his mouth has your resolve shattering. it feels even better than you ever imagined. and when his hands come up to palm at your breasts? his fingers tweaking your nipples? you’re a goner.
“fuck,” you whimper, fingers tugging at his roots hard enough to draw a pained groan from him, though it barely registers. all you can focus on is the way he devours you like he’s starving, the vibration of his moans coursing through your body and lighting your nerves on fire, the relentless grind against your swollen, sensitive clit.
“caleb,” you cry, breathlessly, “ah! feels so good.”
“keep fuckin’ my face, pretty girl,” he moans, the words muffling into your cunt. “wanna taste you cummin’ all over me. you can do it.”
he pulls you onto him harder. like he wants to run out of oxygen.
and you obey—even if you wanted to stop, you couldn’t. not when you’re this close—not when caleb wants this just as bad as you do. you hump his face desperately, like a woman depraved, chasing your orgasm. you let your moans out freely, high pitched and needy, letting them join the sounds of slurping and smacking.
your body trembles violently, fingers fisting in caleb’s hair as you shatter, a mix of arousal and slick cum painting his face while you squeal his name like a broken record. “caleb, caleb, caleb—” his name is all that exists—all you can cling to at the moment.
he groans into you, relentless, licking and sucking every last trace, his hips lifting off the bed with desperate urgency. his cock throbs in his boxers, twitching with need for a taste of your cunt.
a sob tears from your chest when he doesn’t slow. “w-wait!” you gasp, legs shaking, body on the verge of giving out. “i’m s-sensitive, ca-caleb!”
“no, baby, please,” he whimpers, raw and earnest. “please let me keep going. you don’t know how bad i’ve wanted this.”
“w-what?” you breathe, dazed.
“for so long, pips,” he admits softly. “just sit there… let me do all the work. please?”
ᯓ 祁煜 ⟢ RAFAYEL ˖᯽ ݁˖ — crazy bf fucks you while you pretend to be asleep #somno
despite his bubbly, sassy exterior, rafayel carried his demons quietly. the kind that kept him watching you—both in real life and through the glow of a screen. the thought of losing you makes something dark twist in his chest. you’re his cutie, his heart, his muse, his entire world wrapped into one person.
he knows it’s wrong to have all your passwords. knows it crosses a line. so he tells himself he’s careful—only checks when he has to, when the ache gets too loud to ignore.
it’s been a while since he last logged into your account, but it’s also been days since he’s seen you. that has to count for something, right? just a quick look. just to scroll through what you’ve seen, what you’ve liked. just enough to feel close to you again.
a smile touches his lips when he sees all the silly tweets you’ve liked.
but then he sees it. a tweet that looks so out of place in the midst of cute cat videos and senseless jokes. a tweet that reads “gf who pretends to be asleep x bf who was gonna fuck her either way,” along with a video of just that. the smile falls immediately, his lips pressing into a thin line while his brows furrow.
his darkened gaze catches on the yellow bookmark, curiosity winning out before he can stop himself. the moment he opens your bookmarks aka the little trove of soft porn, his cock hardens. it’s all amateur and intimate, but worse, there’s a pattern. a theme. every two minute video was a girl getting fucked while she slept. fucked. bred. all while she laid pliant, eyes closed.
rafayel’s eyes drag over the captions again and again, each one making his thoughts spin faster. he loses track of time, an entire hour slipping by as he clicks through every video, cock aching and heart racing, torn between guilt and the thrill curling tight in his chest.
he pictured you like that—lying awake at night, thoughts circling him…his cock… until you finally drifted asleep. he imagined the wetness that pooled in your panties when you drifted off, the way desire followed you even into your dreams. it made something deep in him ache.
how long had you wanted this? with the sheer number of tweets tucked away in your bookmarks, he can’t help but think this fantasy has lived with you for a long time now, growing quietly… patiently.
but why not make your fantasy a reality?
—
rafayel asked you to spend the night, and of course you said yes please. you’d been missing your boyfriend like crazy, and with work constantly getting in the way, time together had become frustratingly scarce.
when you arrived, he’d planned something sweet—movies, cuddling, takeout you both loved. an innocent night in. except you wanted more. every subtle advance you made was met with a gentle deflection. he ignored them all, letting the tension build until you were needy with it. you were wound tight, and he still refused to touch you the way you ached for.
by the end of the night, you felt coiled and restless, yet too perverted to voice what you wanted aloud, especially after being brushed off. so you climbed into his bed with a sulky “goodnight,” a pout tugging at your lips, and tried to will yourself to sleep.
it didn’t come easily. all you could think about was him. your eyes squeezed shut, brows knitting together as the ache lingered, basically impossible to ignore. you were wet beyond belief. and only after you felt slumber slowly pulling at you, you felt your boyfriend press against you.
you felt his hard cock through his pants as he slowly, subtly rocked himself against you with barely steady breaths. your heart raced, holding in the little gasp that’s threatening to spill out of you.
“i saw all the videos you’ve been watching on twitter, princess,” he whispers, rutting against you a little harder, the words hitting just as deep as the motion. “all those videos of girls getting fucked while they sleep… is that what you want?”
both your heart and your thoughts stutter at once. for a split second you think you’re dreaming—but you can feel him, and you can differentiate fantasy and reality. the truth finally settles in as his hand slides beneath your sleep shorts, drifting lower, touching you in a way that leaves no doubt at all. this is real.
he hums when his fingers are immediately met with your slick arousal. “the idea of getting fucked while you’re unconciouis gets you this wet?”
you swallow the whimper trying to break free and let your deepest fantasy unfold. you force yourself to relax, to go pliant in the way you’ve always imagined this—but the moment rafayel circles your clit, your body betrays you, tensing on instinct.
“this slutty pussy wants me to fuck her, doesn’t she, baby? your body’s practically begging for me…” he groans into your ear, grinding deeper into you. “it would be so bad for me to fuck you while you sleep, though. i’d be such a bad boyfriend…”
you want to scream when he slows down. when he starts to retract his hand like it’s some bad idea.
“i shouldn’t touch you while you’re trying to sleep.” he murmurs, a hint of amusement threading through his words.
his hand nearly slips away from your shorts when a frayed plea falls from your lips. “please,” you whimper—and that’s really all the confirmation rafayel needs. he flips you onto your stomach and presses over you like a man starved.
your shorts are barely tugged down and his sweats are pushed just low enough for him to free himself. his hot, thick cock slaps against your bare skin and the contact makes you squeak. he pushes into you, filling you in one deep motion. gasps and moans spill from both of you in tandem, but he doesn’t give either of you time to settle. his hands grip your ass, fingers digging in as your flesh spills through the gaps all while he drives into you relentlessly.
“i knew you were pretending to sleep,” he grunts and it’s barely loud enough to be heard over the sounds of his skin slapping against yours.
you’re breathless when you manage to answer. “h-how?” the question breaks on a whine as his cock drives deeper with every hard thrust.
“i could hear how fast your heart was beating,” he chuckles darkly, never slowing, his pace mean. ruthless. “the way your breathing changed the second you felt me behind you.” his grip tightens as he leans in. “you were just waiting for me to take your clothes off and fuck you, weren’t you?”
you whimper, utterly exposed. “yes…”
“naughty, naughty girl.” he laughs. “should’ve told me you wanted to get fucked while you slept.”
you moan, clamping tightly around him and taking the painful stretch in stride. your back arches for more. like your body needs his cock or you’ll die. the knot in your stomach has been winding tighter all night, waiting for this exact moment, and you’re already embarrassingly close.
“no need to hold back,” he whispers. “soak my fucking cock like the slut you are.”
his sharp words tear a mewl from you, your walls clenching around his cock so tight it steals the breath from his lungs. you break as he drives into you without mercy. you fall apart around him with a beg, “please, please, please—” the word dissolving into a wrecked sob that fills the room.
“good girl,” he breathes. “now go back to sleep and let me have my fun, yeah?”
ᯓ 沈星回 ⟢ XAVIER ˖᯽ ݁˖ — dom!bf lets you edge him and begs you to cum #edging
tara is your best friend in the entire world. the kind of best friend who knows every corner of your life, including the private parts you don’t share with anyone else. especially when it comes to you and xavier.
at first, her curiosity overwhelmed you. her questions were invasive, relentless, sometimes overly embarrassing. but over time, you got used to it. more than that—you started to look forward to it. your weekly dates where you can rant about work at the association and the gory details of your relationship with xavier.
telling tara everything became its own kind of thrill. the late night giggles when she’d come over, the hushed voices so he couldn’t hear anything while he lived in the apartment above you, the way she’d squeal or gasp at every insane detail. it felt good to have someone who wanted to hear it all.
you’d even told her about wanting to try something new with him—something you were pretty sure he’d never agree to. you wanted xavier to be the one begging you for once. he was always so dominant in bed that the idea of flipping the script… of him giving in and taking everything you had to offer, felt almost absurd… which was exactly why you couldn’t stop thinking about it.
you remember when you saw the video of your ideal fantasy on twitter. a video of a guy being dominated by a girl. she made him beg for permission while she rode him and all you could think about was him. how cute he’d be with his blushy cheeks and the yearning look in his eyes. how pretty he’d sound whimpering out pleas and begs to cum inside of you. it shook you to your core. you saved the video to your bookmarks immediately and came back to it from time to time just to fantasize.
the night after you told tara about said fantasy, you decided to send her a visual, just so she knew exactly what you wanted. it’s not like you wanted to tie him up, you just wanted to watch him break underneath you.
@/starringmc: this is exactly what i want to do to xavier!!!
you hadn’t heard anything from tara for a while. you half expected her to open your dm immediately. she’s basically chronically online whenever she’s not on a mission or training, but there was nothing.
a knock at your door pulls you from your scrolling, brows knitting as you get up to answer it. when you swing the door open, your breath catches. xavier stands there, cheeks flushed, posture oddly sheepish.
“xavier? come in.” you step aside automatically, shutting the door behind him before turning back, confusion etched across your face. “what are you doing here? did we have plans?” worry slips into your voice.
he doesn’t answer right away. instead, he lifts his phone and turns the screen toward you—the twitter dm meant for tara, unmistakable.
your throat runs dry. heat rushes through you, mortification blooming in your chest, your face, the tips of your ears.
“i-i can…” you start, words tangling as his gaze pins you in place. “i can explain?”
he cocks his head to the side and asks. “so you don’t want to do this to me?”
“no! i mean—y-yes, but i… i just didn’t mean… i didn’t mean to send that to you.” you splutter. “this is not how i envisioned telling you that i wanted to try something like this. i’m sorry.”
“let’s do it.” he says, tossing his phone on your couch. “let’s recreate it—i want to.”
—
xavier sensed you were nervous. it took you a minute to fully get into it—the headspace, the dominance, but you eventually got there and he believes it’s the sexiest you’ve ever been.
you sat on his cock, slowly grinding against him like you were trying to tease him. your hands gripped at his pecs, palming and squeezing them in a way that made him breathless.
it was a struggle… to let his guard down, to let you dominate him. his hands were on your hips and he urged you to move faster. he wanted you to bounce on his cock till he came, but you said no.
“beg for it.” you whisper. “i won’t move the way you want me to unless you beg.”
he whimpers, the beg slipping past his lips all mumbly and cute—just the way you imagined they would. “please. please, go faster. i want you to go faster.”
you hum, delighted, your walls hugging him nice and tight as his words shoot straight to your core. you kindly oblige, lifting your hips and dropping them to which xavier lets out a blissed out moan. his brows knit in the utmost pleasure and his eyes flutter close.
his hands slide up to your waist, gripping you tight and holding you in place while his cock rams in and out of you. you let out little squeaks with every thrust and it only makes his cock throb intensely, loud whimpers following your sounds in suit.
he tries to hold back. to not get so close, but he can’t help it. you look so pretty riding him with your tits bouncing in his face and your pussy tightening around him like a vice. it makes him twitch frantically.
and you can feel it. the way he jerks and shakes—you know he’s close. you find it oddly endearing…how he’s been reduced to this, but you bite back the smile and school your features into something firm instead. “don’t cum,” you warn quietly. “you can’t cum… not yet.”
his hands still you, keeping you grounded and speared on his length as he begs for permission. “fuck, please—please let me cum.” he pleads, voice broken.
“no, not yet.” and the sound it pulls from him makes your chest ache—the choked, desperate sob torn from his throat at the denial, raw enough to make your heart constrict. “keep fucking me, xavie.”
he shakes his head incessantly, “i c-can’t, baby—fuck, i’ll–i’ll cum!”
“you can hold it.” you say, breathlessly, resuming your wicked motions. “be good ‘n fuck me faster.”
he clenches his teeth, pounding into you just the way you want. his hips snap against you with vigor while his cock helplessly throbs. he wants nothing more than to press deep inside and spill his load into you.
“i wanna cum, please, please, please. baby, please—i’ll do anything.”
you can’t resist him… his pretty face, his sweet voice. you offer a saccharine smile, lean in so your lips ghost over his and whisper. “cum inside of me, xavie.”
a loud, relieved groan slips out of him, his hands grip on you bruising as he pounds into you before he stills. his tip kisses your cervix before he’s pouring his hot, long awaited release into your cunt.
he crashes his mouth against yours, allowing you to swallow his moans as his arms wrap tight around you. he pulls you flush to his chest before he rolls you beneath him, hard cock still pressed inside of you. you squeal into the kiss, breathless and startled as the world tilts.
when he finally pulls back, you’re both breathless, foreheads pressed against one another. you catch the darkness in his eyes, the heat flushing his cheeks, the way restraint is barely holding.
“can i make you beg now?” he whispers, voice low. then, softer… much more vulnerable, “please?”
about ♱ caleb comes home from dinner after one too many beers and he’s craving his pretty girl!
pairing ♱ tipsy!caleb x fem reader
word count ♱ 2.2k
content warning ♱ oral (m. receiving), face-fucking, tipsy soft dom!caleb, heavy praise, caleb is a needy mf (w a monsterc0ck :p) unprotected sex, creampie, so much dirty talk, gross amnt of pet names [baby, pretty girl, pips]— MINORS DNI 18+
kit says ♱ hiiii, i really want to fuck caleb, that’s all! (also yay my first solo fic :3) feedback + comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated ⭑.ᐟ
caleb stumbles into your shared home with a grin tugging at his droopy face, eyes hazy and glazed over. his mind feels like it’s miles away, clouded and fogged. he moves quickly, clumsy in his rush, trying his absolute hardest not to trip over his feet while making his way to your room. but he just can’t help it. he wants to see you. he needs to see you.
when he finally does, you’re on your stomach in his big shirt, bare legs crossed in the air as you scroll through your phone and a guttural groan slips out of him.
“baby…”
you gasp in surprise, dropping your phone on the bed and turning around to see your beloved boyfriend standing in the doorway. he looks just as good as he left, if not better with his disheveled hair, lopsided smile and a very apparent hard on in his jeans.
you remember the selfie he’d sent on his way to dinner with gideon a little too vividly— followed by that “miss you already. :(” text that made your stomach twist uncontrollably. heat floods your already-damp core when you picture it in your head. he looked downright criminal leaving you just two hours ago, dressed so casually in that grey hoodie and some worn jeans. then he had to send that picture— hoodie hanging low enough to tease a sliver of collarbone, lips curved into a pretty pout, those violet puppy-dog eyes catching the dim light just right. it was too much. you’re almost angry you let him leave when he could’ve had dinner right here, between your legs.
“wasn’t expecting you home so soon, caleb.” you murmur, moving to sit up on your knees. “how was dinner?”
“it was fine, i guess… just missed you so bad,” he mumbles in reply, kicking off his shoes and walking toward the bed.
you notice his wobbly movements when he attempts to unbuckle his belt and pull down his jeans. you can’t help but stifle a tiny laugh when they get stuck around his ankles. “yeah?” you ask through a teasing smile.
he exhales hard once he’s finally free from his jeans, tugging his hoodie over his head and tossing it to the ground next to the pool of pants. his body is unfairly perfect, every prominent line on his torso is visible even in the barely lit room. he climbs into the bed, settling against the headboard and looking at you expectantly— the lazy, wide grin he walked in with still plastered onto his face. “yeah… did ya miss me?”
“‘course i did,” you whisper, crawling in between his legs, hands finding their rightful place on his muscular thighs. you notice his lidded eyes and contain more of your laughter. “so, how much did you drink tonight?”
“not too much, only had a few beers…promise ‘m not drunk. just…” he pinches his fingers together to demonstrate how far he’s gone. “a lil tipsy, like, this much. you don’t need t’worry about me, pipsqueak. i just…” his hands find your waist, palms warm and heavy as his thumbs press into your sides. his voice drops, rough and a little uneven, brushing against your skin like smoke. “kept thinkin’ about you the whole time—thinking about how pretty you are…”
you squirm before him, pussy gushing slick arousal and effectively ruining your panties all over again. “really?” you ask meekly, face heating up at his breathy words. your eyes flit down to his twitching bulge and you pull your lip between your teeth, gnawing at the muscle.
“uh-huh…” he nods, head falling back against the bedframe as his gaze locks on you—heavy, dark and wanting. his hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb tracing your bottom lip before tugging it free from between your teeth. you leave your mouth parted, like an unspoken invitation he takes without hesitation. his thumb slips past your lips, and his cock twitches the moment you wrap them around him, warm and eager, sucking just enough to make his breath hitch.
when your eyes flutter close with a soft moan, he pulls away eagerly as his entire body thrums with desire. “shit,” he mutters, twitching uncontrollably under the thin fabric of his boxers. you open your eyes and he notices the glimmer in them. almost like a wordless confirmation.
he slips his length out, letting it slap against bare abdomen. “c’mere, baby… can you do something for me?”
you flash a knowing look and nod at him, getting comfortable before wrapping your contrastingly smaller hand around the base, thumb teasingly running over one of his prominent veins. the action has a deep groan slipping from his lips, a soft ‘baby,’ tumbling out shortly after.
you take that as a good sign, grinning to yourself before your head hovers over his length. a stream of spit slips out of your mouth and coats the blushing tip of his cock. you watch how the trail slowly slides down in awe, reveling in the way caleb jolts under you.
“fuck, pips,” he shudders as your hand starts to slowly move up and down, spreading your saliva up and down his cock. “that’s it, good girl.”
you whimper at the praise, thighs squeezing together to relieve the ache in your core though your attempts prove to be futile when you can still feel the anticipation swirling in your tummy. you whisper, eyes hooded as you look up at him. “you’re so hard, caleb…”
he moans in response, “been so fuckin’ hard all night, baby. told you i missed you…then i come home ‘n you’re lookin’ all pretty in my shirt and some panties? fuck, you’re so good for me. my pretty girl.”
you nod dumbly, your grip around his cock tightening up a bit before continuing to stroke him. “‘m so good for you.” you parrot.
“i know you are,” he grunts in confirmation. “makin’ me feel so good, too. think you can go faster f’me, huh?”
you’re loving his sudden confidence caused by the surge of alcohol in his system. you find yourself hanging on to the ends of his words, waiting to hear what he’s going to say next— what pretty thing he’s going to call you next— so much so that you’re willing to do whatever he wants you to.
which is why your hand fucks his cock faster the second he asks.
your teeth catch your bottom lip again as you observe how your hand barely envelopes his massive length with dark, lusty eyes.
he laughs in surprise when you obediently oblige, “fuck, good girl. that feels so good, baby.” his moans are clipped and breathy and when you look up at him, you see his eyes screwed shut and his head thrown back. “keep going, just like that– yeah, fuck–”
if he isn’t the most handsome man in the world, you don’t know who is.
you can feel him twitch and throb in your palm, heat pulsing against your skin, and it takes everything in you not to let the sound building in your throat slip out. ever the observer, caleb, still tipsy and a bit dazed, cracks his eyes open and discerns how you're practically salivating over the sight of his dick.
he smiles slyly to himself before whispering, “can you put your mouth on it, baby?”
your eyes catch his again and you feel heat crawl up your neck and burn at your skin at the idea of gagging on his dick while he mindlessly praises you. you move before you can give it any more thought, lowering your head to where is cock resides in your gentle grip. you kiss the drooling tip first, smearing the precum over your plush, eager lips. it elicits a small gasp of surprise from your sensitive boyfriend and the sound has your entirety vibrating with anticipation.
your mouth parts and you trap him in your heat, tongue flitting over the slit with a hum of satisfaction when you taste him.
you wanted to take your time, worship and adore his cock the way you usually do, but caleb can’t let you do that tonight.
no… tonight caleb wants more– he needs more. he needs to feel your throat tighten around his tip, he needs to hear you choking and gagging over his cock, he needs to experience your finger nails digging and biting into his flesh while he fucks your throat.
his hands are in your hair in an instant, pulling all of it together in the large expanse of his palms, tangling the strands between his fingers, and holding your head still right above. it’s only then you realize just how much caleb missed you tonight because now, his hips buck wildly, cock fucking in and out of your mouth as if you’re merely an object for his enjoyment.
when you gag a few thrusts in, the loudest moan rips from the large man in front of you. “s-sorry! ‘m so sorry, pretty girl, throat just feels fuckin’ amazing.”
you don’t even care, taking every inch of him despite the little gags and sloppy sounds that are all driving caleb out of his mind. you’re somehow living for every second of this. you do wish that there was something stimulating your throbbing, slick cunt, though, because it hurts. hurts how much you need him.
fresh tears spring to your eyes and you sob, your nails biting into the flesh of his thighs.
“f-fuck– fuck– baby, you’re so, so good.” he nearly cries, voice pitchy. “takin’ me so well, g-god, s’like you were made for me. made to take this dick.”
you moan in agreement and he just can’t take it anymore. he pulls you off, watching how drool spills out your mouth and tears slip freely and he feels as if he might cum prematurely. it’s hard not to when you look like this for him.
“ca-caleb,” you moan breathily, and he’s practically undone.
you're on your back in an instant with your (his) shirt pulled just over your tits and your panties torn to shreds in an instant. he stares at your pussy for a few seconds, panting like a dog just at how wet you are.
he quickly snaps out of it when you buck your hips up with a whine. “shhh,” he says, putting his hands on the backs of your thighs and knocking your knees to your chest. he instructs you to take a breath before he’s slowly pushing his cock into your tight walls, stretching you the way he always does.
and of course you’re a shaking, sobbing mess because he’s just so big. you almost feel him in your throat when he bottoms out and your hands grasp at the sheets, nearly ripping them off the bed. he’s responds softly, “i-i know, baby– shit, just r-relax.” you can tell he’s barely hanging on, but, honestly, so are you.
it isn’t till you’re tugging and babbling that he moves, fully pulling out and thrusting back into you, his grip on your thighs near bruising. his head spins feeling your velvet walls molded to the shape of his cock and the alcohol coursing through his system.
tears run free with every delicious thrust caleb gives you. he finds a steady tempo and rams into your spongy sweet spot just as he always does, your back arching off the bed and jaw dropping in the utmost pleasure.
caleb’s so in love. he thinks about how gorgeous you look under him like this and he can’t stop the embarrassing sounds that escape his lips. “so fuckin’ pretty— drives me crazy,”
“ah, caleb,” you cry out his name like a prayer, over and over, tears spilling freely down your temples and soaking into the sheets beneath you. “caleb, more— please!”
is hips falter, the steady rhythm he’d built unraveling into something messy and desperate— something sloppy. each thrust grows uneven, the wet sound of skin on skin breaking apart into a stuttering cadence. his hands sear into your skin, gripping hard, like he’s trying to hold on to every inch of you he can reach— like letting go isn’t an option.
your orgasm nears, every nerve-ending in your body lit alive, a rush of heat and electricity coursing through you until it’s all you can feel. and he can tell you’re close with how your pussy clamps tightly around his cock.
it’s overwhelming for caleb. he’s holding on for dear life to keep from coming so quick, but when you cry out his name again, with your body going taut as you cream all over him, he can’t hold back.
his balls draw up, cock twitching in between your pulsating heat and he shoots cum deep inside of you with a cry. his release rips the air from his lungs— he’s panting, voice breaking into soft, breathless whines as he collapses onto you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
you wind your arms and legs around him, pulling him closer until every inch of you is pressed against his sweaty, trembling body, the warmth and slick of him seeping into your skin.
the sound of your breathing steadying is the only one in the room. your fingers tug at the ends of his silky hair and you murmur. “caleb? you okay?”
he snuggles into you with a moan, cock still pressed hard inside of you. “dizzy,”
you chuckle, still a little breathless. “jesus, caleb, how many beers did you actually drink?”
“don’t think it’s the beer, pips. i think it’s you.”
You (accidentally) call the lads men your husband in front of someone else! How do they react?
pairings: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb x Reader(separate)
Xavier
You’re at the grocery store checkout together.
The cashier is making small talk, asking if you two are married.
You laugh lightly, a sudden want for mischief overcoming you:
“Yes, he’s my husband.”
Xavier, who was quietly putting all the scanned items into the bag, goes completely still.
The cashier smiles and says, “Aw, you two are adorable.”
You keep chatting, oblivious, while Xavier stands behind you with the most dazed, soft look on his face.
His ears are bright pink.
When you finally walk out of the store, he’s still carrying the bags like nothing happened.
You notice he’s being even more quiet than usual.
“Xavier? You okay?”
He stops walking, turns to you, and says in the softest voice, “You called me your husband.”
A quiet grin sneaks onto your face. “I did, didn’t I?”
He nods slowly.
Then he steps closer, cups your face gently, and kisses you right there in the parking lot.
“I liked hearing it,” he murmurs against your lips.
You smile. “Good. Because I meant it.”
He takes your hand and doesn’t let go the entire walk home.
Zayne
The two of you are at the hospital pharmacy picking up your prescription refill.
Just as you get ready to pay the pharmacist asks if you’re the spouse.
You smile and say, “Yes, this is my husband.”
Zayne, who was standing a few steps behind you looking at the display of vitamins, freezes.
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t even breathe for a second.
The pharmacist nods, hands you the bag, and says, “You two take care.”
You thank her and turn around to find Zayne staring at you like you just flipped his whole world upside down.
His face is carefully neutral, but his ears are scarlet.
You tilt your head. “What?”
He clears his throat.
“You called me your husband.”
A small laugh escapes you. “I mean… you basically are. You take care of me, I take care of you-”
He steps closer, voice low.
“I’m not complaining.”
Then he takes the bag from your hand, laces his fingers through yours, and walks you out of the pharmacy like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Later, when you’re alone, he pulls you close and whispers against your hair:
“Keep saying it. I want to get used to it.”
Rafayel
You’re at an art supply store buying paint for him.
The clerk asks if you’re buying for your partner.
You grin, “Yeah, this is for my husband. He’s an artist.”
Rafayel, who was browsing brushes a few aisles over, nearly drops the ones he’s holding.
He spins around so fast the clerk looks startled.
You’re still chatting them up, completely unaware.
When you turn to leave, Rafayel is already right behind you, eyes huge and sparkling.
He grabs your arm.
“You called me your husband,” he hisses, voice shaking with excitement.
You blink. “Did I?”
“Yes! To a stranger! In public!”
You laugh. “Well, at this point you kinda are.”
He makes a dramatic noise, pulls you into a tight hug right in the middle of the store, and buries his face in your neck.
“Say it again,” he demands.
You whisper, “Husband.”
He lets out the happiest little squeak and kisses your cheek so many times the worker starts smiling.
On the way home, he keeps repeating, “My wife called me husband in public. My wife.”
You’re never living it down.
Sylus
You’re at a high-end restaurant picking up a takeout order he placed.
The hostess asks if you’re waiting for your husband.
You smile and say, “Yes, my husband’s just finishing a call outside.”
Sylus, who was standing near the door on his phone listening to Luke ramble on about a mission progress, hears every word.
He ends the call immediately.
When you walk out with the bags, he’s waiting, eyes dark and expression smug.
He takes the bags from you without a word.
Then he leans in, voice low and seductive.
“You called me your husband.”
You shrug, teasing. “You don’t like it?”
He steps closer, backing you gently against the wall outside.
“I like it too much,” he murmurs.
He leans, closes the distance and kisses you slow and deep, right there on the street, like he doesn’t care who sees.
When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours.
“Keep saying it. Out loud. To everyone.”
You smile. “Husband.”
He exhales sharply, like the word resonates with him physically.
“Good girl.”
Caleb
You’re at the Fleet’s visitor center, picking up a package he left behind.
The receptionist asks if you’re here for your husband.
You nod cheerfully. “Yep, it’s is for my husband. Colonel Caleb.”
Caleb, who was walking toward the entrance to meet you, stops dead in his tracks.
His face goes bright red.
He stands there for a second, looking like he’s been struck by lightning.
Then he walks over, trying to act normal, but his voice cracks when he says, “Hey.”
You hand him the package.
He stares at you.
“You called me your husband.”
You laugh. “I mean… yeah? We’ve been acting like a married couple for years.”
He swallows hard.
Then he pulls you into his arms, right there in front of the reception desk, and hugs you so tight you can barely breathe.
“I’ve waited years to hear you call me that,” he whispers against your hair.
You smile into his shoulder. “Get used to it, husband.”
A laugh, soft and shaky, leaves him and kisses the top of your head.
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