Summary: While on the way to a bar you decide to tease price. Price doesn’t tolerate rowdiness. He makes it his mission to humiliate you even if it means doing it in front of his men.
Warnings: mean Captain John price, semi public touching, pet names, oral, (m receiving) humiliation, fingering, and dirty talk.
Your legs were propped up on the dashboard as the wind gentle casted against your face. Price had one hand on the steering wheel of his truck while the other one held one of his thick cigars. The musk of tobacco filled your nostrils…familiar yet tart.
The two of you were headed to a bar not too far from home. You and price had been dating for a little over a year. You’d gained his trust and now it was time to meet his team who held just as much importance as you did to him. Once finding out that their captain had a girl, they had to meet you. Price had been trying to hold it off but he knew that could only happen but for so long.
“The boys can get rowdy, love” he gazed over towards you while taking another drag from his guilty pleasure. A smirk played across your lips “I’m looking forward to it. Don’t know why it took so long for me to meet them.” You were excited especially after hearing stories price often told you. They were like family to him.
Price chuckled as if that were the most amusing thing in the world. “You’re excited to meet a bunch of overworked soldiers” he shook his head while tapping ash out of the window.
“I want to get to know them….” You look out of the window specifically the landscape of trees.
You were supposed to be a secret. That’s what the two of you agreed to at-least. Price had a lot of duties…he’d rather people know less about you. There wouldn’t be any questions, looks, or assumptions. He preferred to keep it simple.
In the beginning, it worked out.
That was until you started packing his lunch. Soap was the first to notice. He knew price never packed his lunch even more so carry a lunchbox. It was always neat and well done too. The work of a women.
What really blew the icing off the cake was when you left a note with your name written with a bunch of little hearts around it. Price knew he couldn’t make up a lie. So he had no other choice but to reveal his relationship rather he liked it or not.
One chain of event led to another and before he knew it he was on the way to introducing you to his team.
There was a beat of silence…a comfortable silence. Your eyes wander through his frame. The way his forearms flexed as he handled the steering wheel, his fingers fiddling with his cigar, the way his bearded jaw softly clenched every time he moved his mouth, and best of all his bucket hat that he just couldn’t get enough of.
Price noticed your staring. That look of neediness in your eyes you’d give him. “I can see the gears turning in your head bunny.” He finally threw out his cigar, leaving the tainted substance.
You shifted your legs until they were on his lap. On instinct he placed one of his hands over your legs. “What are they telling you?” You shift yourself until your legs are directly pressing against his center. Where you’d assume his bulge to be.
“You’re up to no good.” Price chuckled once more “if ya know what’s best f’you bunny, you’d settle down” he kept his eyes situated on the road.
That itself was like a Greenlight for you to continue.
“I don’t think I do”
You shift your legs away and leaned across the middle until your face is millimeters away from his crotch. Something in prices eyes darkened but he maintained his calm demeanor.
No reaction? More teasing then.
Your hands wander around his thighs. They trailed with sneakiness all the way until they found his zipper. You give him one last look before fully unleashing it down. Price was already rock hard…that much was clear based on the imprint roaring to be set free. You didn’t have the patience to take your time so you simply pulled him out of his boxers. Price was thick and heavy…his tip red and veins pumping with blood.
You bite down on your lip meanwhile your eyes up casted towards him.
“Go on and finish what you started, bunny” his hand flexed as if he might grab your hair. You knew he had no problem doing it. Gently, you stroked his length watching the way it stiffened even more. Price must’ve been inpatient because he pushed your head down until your lips were centimeters away from his tip. “Suck…” he gently shook you.
Your lips wrapped around his tip. They went further down memorizing his veins.
You weren’t sucking. You were holding him in your mouth.
Price grunted “playing games are we?” His fingers curled into the texture of your hair. “Mmm” you sent vibrations with your needy humms. “I suppose that’s a yes hm?” Without further warning he forced your head down. The sound of your gags drowned out the music as he forced you to take his cock. Your hands clutched his pant leg but you held back your tears.
Price knew he couldn’t get too rowdy before arriving so he loosened up. “Think you can suck cock now love?” He asked condescendingly. “Yes..” you attempted to talk around his length.
Your lips wrapped around him and soon you were sucking just as he liked.
This lasted a while. You, your lips, and your head working in sync. You knew his body just as he knew yours. The moment his cock started twitching you pulled away with a wet pop. “What are ya doing bunny?” He was dwelling for his release. Due to being busy for the past week, he’d been limited.
You wiped your lips with the back of your hand. “We’ll be at the bar soon. Don’t wanna ruin my makeup.” You were teasing him…keeping him from having the release he so desperately wanted.
His jaw ticked as he pulled into the parking lot.
You knew he was irritated. It only widened your smirk. “Come on…their already here it looks” you grab your bag and hop out of his truck, dusting off your outfit.
Once interlinking fingers you both enter the bar tighter
Soap, ghost, and gaz were already seated at a rounded booth. Price was beyond irritated but he masked it with a neutral expression.
“Was wondering when you two would get here.” Gaz chanted out while darting his eyes towards you. He called out your name as if you were a long time friend “so you are real” he chuckled beside soap. “Was starting to think you were made up love” ghost was sitting on the other side of soap talking through his balaclava. “It’s a miracle lads” soap took a sip of his drink.
You were practically turning red from the comments they were giving you. What threw you out of your trance was price gripping a handful of your ass. He was never the type to get handsy in public but as of today, something clicked.
He was pissed.
“You lots look like you’re drooling” he sat down first then pulled you down beside him. He introduced you to each of his men “Gaz, Soap, and Ghost” he discreetly gripped your thigh under the table. “And lads this is my girl” his hands drifted up.
You smile and nod trying to ignore how touchy he was getting
Once placing orderers and receiving drinks and food price continued the path up your thigh.
You were doing quite well, ignoring it. That was until his fingers drifted over your center right aginst your panties. You nearly choked on your drink. “Everything alright love?” Price gazed down towards you.
“Just fine” you bit down on your straw
This was payback for what happened earlier.
“Mh, why don’t you tell the lads about how we met.” His fingers dipped underneath your panties and massaged your clit. “W-what?” You hid your expression through your glass. “Tell the lads about how he met” his thumb pressed down hard.
You gaze at the group of men and the curious expressions on their face. “R-right..I work at a coffee shop not do far- mm not too far from base” you squeezed your thighs but even then he contiued to rub your clit. “Price came in nearly everyday and uh…eventually he asked me out” you swallow hard before giving price a look.
Your eyes were begging him to stop.
All he did was chuckle
Two of his thick fingers found your slit. You bite back any moans threatening to come out. Just when you thought he would was up he shoved those fingers inside of you.
“Mnh..” the sound was stubble. Loud enough for only him to hear.
Price curled his fingers while massaging that sensitive spot inside of you. You were practically panting at this point. Gaz must’ve noticed “you alright there, lass? You look red in the face” this question led to everyone’s attention being settled on you.
Price only moved his fingers harder
“She’s alright. Just the alcohol gettin’ to her. Ain’t that right bunny?” He called you that pet name only serving more humiliation.
“I’m f-fine. Yes, I’m fine” you sallowed deeply.
“Good girl” Price grunted.
You clenched around his fingers earning another chuckle.
As minutes passed you zoned out of the conversation, focused on one thing. Not letting yourself slip. You’d made some noises here and there but it wasn’t enough to alarm anyone. Though price wouldn’t stop nagging you with questions.
“Love, where was our first date?” His thumb circled your clit meanwhile he played inside of you.
“W-we went to this jazz bar- mh…mhmhmm” you could barely keep yourself together. It was a wonder no one noticed the squelching sound of your pussy crying out.
“And what did I gift you that night?” He knew the answer he just wanted to watch you struggle.
“Necklace..” you spoke barely above a whisper
“What was that?”
“A necklace!” You pointed to the pendant hanging around your neck.
“Looks like a beauty” soap examined it before shifting his eyes back towards his drink.
Before you could thank him that familiar coil began to build up at the pitt of your stomach. You were going to cum. Panic and humiliation hit you all at once. Price must’ve noticed because his lips curled into a smirk and his fingers worked faster.
You would never recover if you just so happened to cry out in the middle of a bar. You would have to contain yourself.
Discreetly, you placed your hand under the table attempting to pry him away. Price leaned down to your ear “keep fighting and I’ll take ya out back..spank that ass raw” he gave you a kiss to your cheek before leaning back up.
It was at that moment you realized it. You’d have to endure him fully. You prop your elbows onto the table and bring your hands a close to your lips.
The conversation they were having was simply drowned out as your body reached its peak.
Your thighs trembled as waves of uncontrollable pleasure washed over you. “Mmph…” the sound you made was utterly pathetic. Without warning you bit down on your hand, an attempt to control your facial expression. That sensitive feeling of pleasure lasted for what felt like ten minutes until price finally pulled away.
The tension in your shoulders dropped like a wave splashing through the sea. You were trembling like a leaf embarrassed, fearful, and senseless.
Price brought his fingers to his lips and sucked without a care in the world.
That’s when it clicked to everyone at the table.
Soap nearly choked on his drink, gaz turned his head away, and ghost whistled underneath his breath. There was a moment of silence expect for the sound of price cleaning his fingers.
“What a night lads” he chuckled while guiding the both of you up from the booth. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at them. This was their first impression of you. Humiliated, used, and tamed. “Bunny, why don’t you tell my men goodbye?” He placed his hand on the back of your neck as a warning. “You were so eager to meet them after all”
Finally you met their gaze.
“Goodnight..” your voice which was filed with much confidence earlier was reduced to something much smaller and meek.
They weren’t uncomfortable. No, they were amused. It soon felt as if this were all a game…
“It’s about time we head out…tend to other things. I’ll catch up with you lots tomorrow.” And with that he walked you out of the bar with one big hand squeezing your ass.
“I told ya honey, you want to play games. This is what happens.”
The night air was cold and unforgiving on your skin. It only added to your already shivering body.
“Now get in the truck before I fuck you in the parking lot…”
Summary: Price hasn’t been giving you enough attention lately so you tease him during a late night meeting. Little do you know, the man no longer has patience for you disobeying his rules.
Warnings: smut, mean!john price, d/s, bondage, age gap, overstimulation, established dynamic, punishment, degradation, slapping, and spanking
It was 9:00pm. Price had been in his office nearly all day. In fact, for the past week he’d been spending all of his time there. In the span of these days, you’d only seen him three times. Morning, bathroom breaks, and to bring him dinner. You were long asleep when he joined you in bed.
Bed.
It felt like months had passed since you two shared a heated moment. You missed the feeling of his skin on yours….the way he kept himself buried inside you. It’d been so long since you had a release, a ache was starting to form in between your legs.
You knew he had important work to tend to. He practically relied on it to satisfy the higher ups. Before you moved in with price he made one thing clear. Don’t bother him while he’s working. The first time you broke it he tanned your ass for what felt like hours. Since then, you’ve made sure to stay out of his way.
You’ve been doing good at that so far. Up until now. The ache in between your legs had gotten stronger…something that you couldn’t satisfy. You tried to satisfy yourself with a vibrator but it wasn’t enough. You needed John. He was so busy with other things…did he even care about you anymore?
Frustration ringed though your ears as you sat up in bed. Frustrated at price, his office, the ache happening between your legs- everything. You were going to show him just how much he upset you no matter what the rules were.
Your footsteps were prominent as you leaned against his office door. A higher up was talking on a computer, giving input on a current project. He was in a meeting. Slowly, you tilt open the door just wide enough to squeeze yourself inside without causing a loud disturbance.
There he was.
The lights in his office were dimmed, creating a warm hue aginst his skin. Price didn’t look up from his desktop screen. His eyebrow slightly knitted and his fist lightly clenched. You weren’t supposed to be in here. Period. If it weren’t for the meeting he would’ve already had you bent over his knee.
You didn’t pay a single mind to his reaction nor to what was going through his head. You had one thing on your mind. He was going to pay attention to you rather he was busy or not. A pout played on your lips as you silently got down on your hands and knees. If you wanted this to work you’d have to be as quiet as possible without being seen on camera.
Only when you crawled towards his desk did his eyes quickly dart over to you. Cold and stern. Yet again, you ignored his warning look. Just when you were underneath it, he grabbed a fistfull of your hair. Oh he was pissed. He didn’t let go until it was his turn to speak in the meeting.
“Still here.” His voice had gone dangerously low. “Our latest mission was a success but…” while he talked you decided to push further even after having your hair gripped and yanked. Afterall, you were frustrated. You wanted attention.
Silently, you worked to undo his zipper and belt. His imprint was already peaking against his boxers. Trailing your eyes up, you watch his expression. Jaw tensed yet keeping a good poker face.
“Yes, the latest files suggest t- ngh” your lips wrapped around his length, sucking just the way he liked. Your tongue swiped across his pink tip, licking up his precum. “Sorry” price cleared his throat before speaking once more “suggest that suspect was detained Mh..” with one hand on his base and your head bobbing up and down, added the perfect amount of stimulation.
Your eyes were big with lust. Wild and uncontainable. You hadn’t even realized you were grinding against his boot matching the rhythm of your head.
Price had finished speaking and placed himself on mute and no cam. You were too busy sucking him off to notice. By time you did, his hand was already wrapped in your hair.
“You wanna play games, slut?” You continued to suck despite the whimper that fell from the grip he had on your hair. “Hm? Barge into my office while I’m in a meeting and interrupt me?” He guided you down until your nose met his base. You gagged and convulsed. It was uncomfortable but he didn’t care. You deserved this.
“What’d I say about coming into my office?”
You gasped for air as he yanked you up. Tears rolled down your cheeks and droll drizzled down your chin. You were still grinding against his boot. “Hm? What did i-” price slapped your cheek “what did i say?”
You give him the biggest pout possible as you rubbed your cheek from the slaps. “You heard me.” Another slap. “What the fuck did I say?”
This time you whine out a response “n-not to..”
Price sneered before yanking you up. “Go to the bedroom and get the vibrator, straps, and handcuffs. Now. Crawl” he shoved you down onto all fours. “Go.”
You nearly sobbed while crawling upstairs. Once finding the items you crawl back to his office where he waited. “You need to learn some respect. Some self control.” He had you on your stomach in seconds. Price stood up and hovered over you.
“I’m sorry..” you squirmed around, trying to get away. You had the audacity to try and run.
He shut that down fast with a spank. “If you were sorry, you wouldn’t be trying to run.” He secured your wrist with handcuffs and turned on the vibrator. The one you were sick of using. His hands worked roughly along your waistband as he pulled down both your shorts and panties. The air was cold and unforgiving.
The moment he pressed the vibrator aginst your pussy, you jolted with sensitivity. “Nuh uh. Be still.” He secured the straps around your thighs and hips until the vibrator was pressed securely aginst you.
There you were, tied up with a vibrator abusing your sensitive flesh. Price grabbed your panties and shoved them into your mouth. “If you spit them out I’ll gag you instead.”
He sat back down which left you tired up beside his feet. Price didn’t even pay you any knowledge. He focused on his meeting, ignoring you whole.
You didn’t just cum once. You came twice, three time, then four. Your thighs were soaked and so was a small patch of the polished wooden floor. It was alll too much. Even after gazing up at price with those pitiful eyes, he still didn’t let up.
In the end you still ending up unsatisfied and forced to pleasure yourself with a vibrator. The very thing you wanted least…the thing that led you into this situation.
“Next time you disobey me, I’ll edge you until you pass out…” price sneered one last time before turning away completely….
experience of period leakage is uncomfortable, waking up through the grogginess that lingers on your eyes, making them glassy, bloated stomach wrenching with cramps that knot in the lower area of your abdomen, making you bent with muffled whine, trying to relieve the pain as your spine flexes with your movement, when you feel something sodden beneath.
oozed blood, staining the twitching skin of your thighs as you shake from the weakness, sheets beneath you now a darkened burgundy color, seeped out from where your panties now have the same rudy stain as the duvet, making your eyes swim with annoying sting, before it rips out of you with bubbled sob.
it's wakes simon up, stirring beneath the blanket that pooled at his hips as he propped himself up, one hand rubbing at his darkened, lidded with sleep eyes, ears picking at the small sound of distress immediately, and he sits up through cracking bones to see your shaking, twisted form.
noticing the reason of your distress as well, brushing his hand along the dried spot of blood beneath, no doubt soaked in the mattress by now, and the thought makes your fingers curl at the sheets in sadness that morphs itself in the anger, to the way you feel, to what you endure, buzzing in your ears along ragged sobs that make simon's heart knot in sympathy.
you didn't even noticed that he woke up, jolting lightly at the sudden touch that envelops the side of your body with comfortingly seeping warmth, until you're being scooped between two burly, spread legs and slotted gently against sturdy, rumbling chest, the cooing hoarseness of his voice suddenly overcomes the distressing buzz in your ears, calming your senses.
you melt against him, letting simon cradle you against his chest with gentle touches, and despite that you feel uncomfortably dirty because of the smudged blood on your panties, you cuddle closer with little sniffs, curling yourself in a ball, as his lips brush against your temple, nose catching at the salty wetness of your tears.
simon will take care of everything, fill the bathtub with warm water so you'll be able to wash yourself up so slipping into the clean underwear and one of his shirts would feel even more comfortable, as he'd change the sheets and dump them to washing machine along with your panties, hell, he'd even buy a new clean mattress, anything, just to not see you upset again.
you come back to the room not on your legs, but nuzzled against simon's solid chest as he carries you to the clean bed, adorned with a dark shade of sheets in case something will happen again, as he settles you beneath the softness of the blanket and lays behind you, cloaking your form with his, moving his palms to rest them on your tummy, rubbing twining, lulling circles on your relaxed skin.
That one time you thought it would be funny to text your Captain—aka John Price—“missing you pookie ❤️” as a prank.
It had been Soap’s challenge. He was certain you’d back out, certain he’d win.
But no—you weren’t about to let Soap have that satisfaction.
So, with all the confidence in the world, you sent the text.
Your plan had been simple: apologize the next morning, explain it was a stupid prank, maybe get an earful from the Captain, and move on.
You hadn’t expected to end up in his office the next day, completely at his mercy, riding his cock with your hands tied behind your back with his belt learning very quickly just how bad idea that message had been.
“Please— Captain, I’m sorry… it was a prank…” you managed between broken breaths, voice shaking.
Your body ached, your legs weak, every muscle burning from how long he’d kept you there. Tears blurred your vision, humiliation sinking deeper by the second.
Price, however, looked entirely unimpressed.
He sat back in his chair, calm and composed, watching you struggle without offering the slightest bit of help.
“Ah, a prank, you say?” he asked at last.
He reached for his phone, unlocking it before turning the screen toward you.
There it was.
missing you pookie ❤️
“Oh yes,” he said dryly. “That one.”
His voice was rough, warm in that dangerous way —like whiskey wrapped in honey.
You swallowed hard.
“Please, Captain… I’m really sorry. Won’t ever happen again. Swear on my life.”
For a moment, he only stared.
Then he burst into laughter.
It was somehow worse than being shouted at.
The sound was deep, genuine, and terrifying.
He caught hold of you easily, one hand wrapped around your waist stopping your movements . While the other hand went down on your tied wrists to give one sharp tug, he forced your attention back to him.
Causing your back to arch like a bow as you felt him get inside you even deeper to where you could already see belly bulge forming on your stomach
“Ah,” he murmured, eyes fixed on yours. “You swear on your life?”
You nodded quickly.
Another laugh.
“Nah. Too bad, brat.”
His grin spread slow and wicked.
“It ain’t your place to decide that.”
You stared at him in horror, trying to speak, but he cut you off before a word could leave your mouth.
“Tsk, tsk.”
He leaned in close enough to make your pulse spike.
“Well, you know I can’t have one of my good soldiers missin’ out on me now, can I?”
Your face burned.
“Gonna make sure you never feel like you’re missin’ out on me again…”
He paused, smile turning downright sinister.
“My pookie.”
The nickname alone nearly finished you off from embarrassment.
A particularly sharp snap of his hips punched a sob from your throat, and he growled in approval his tip hitting the sweet spot as he gave a low sound of approval at your reaction.
Your vision blurred again.
At least one thing was certain now—
You weren’t leaving his office on your own two legs the way you’d walked in.
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride
Elpis has had odd effects on your husband, and he can't stop filling you up as a result.
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CW: shower sex, barebacking, vaginal penetration, cream pies, spanking, hair pulling, very mild dubious consent only because reader is cockdrunk.
word count: 600-ish
also shoutout to @gabithefanwriter for suggesting cream pie giver re9 leon. hope you like it :)
Ever since Leon received a shot of Elpis and returned home safely, it seems as though the anti-viral drug has had a few peculiar effects on him.
To put it simply, he cannot stop fucking you every chance he gets, until you're so exhausted you can only pass out.
He tries to explain it, saying he feels ‘better than ever,’ or that he wants to savor every moment with you after nearly meeting his demise. But at the end of the day, the reason does not matter, because all you know is that your husband will fuck you senseless whether he has an excuse or not.
This night is no different. After Leon thoroughly wrecked you, you were supposed to take a post-sex shower, but the moment he saw the water dripping down your body, making your skin glisten, he couldn't stop himself from pushing you against the wall to start railing you again.
You have lost count of how many cream pies you received tonight. Hell, you don't even know how he still isn't drained yet, though you suspect it's due to that same drug that's given him all of this rigorous energy.
With your cheek pressed to the wet shower tile, his hand on the back of your head keeping you there, he pounds into you from behind with low curses and grunts. You’re utterly fucked out, and yet you keep taking him like you were made for it, which he reminds you of every chance given.
At this point in the endless lovemaking, he has run out of dirty talk and has resorted to instead communicating with spanks to your ass to feel you clench around him, your hole utterly used and abused by his fat cock.
He then starts picking up the pace, the obscene sound of wet skin slapping against skin only adding to his arousal. You whimper something unintelligible at that, too cockdrunk to form a coherent thought, and he spanks you again in response.
“Yeah…” he drawls, acknowledging your exhaustion, and yet he still doesn't stop—not unless you ask him to.
The hand he had on your head fists in your hair, using the grip as leverage to drill into you faster and harder, until he’s nearing the edge of climax.
“Hah, shit—” he curses when he feels himself about to cum. And sure enough, a moment later his hips lose rhythm and stutter as he fills you up yet again, guttural groans rumbling from his broad chest.
Leon releases your hair and holds your waist instead, resting his forehead between your shoulder blades to catch his breath, his wet hair sticking to his face.
Then, just when you think he’s finally done, you hear him make a small hum at the filthy sight of where his cock is still buried inside you.
Without ever pulling out, he begins to slowly rut into your leaking pussy again, making you shiver from both need and fatigue.
Leon spanks you one more time like he can't help himself. He knows he’s acting like a caveman, knows you're too tired, and that you're barely standing up without his support. And yet, your tight heat feels so good he can't bring himself to pull out no matter what.
“Fuck me…” he rasps in self deprecation, knowing fully he loses all rational brain function when he’s balls deep inside your perfect cunt.
‘Just one more round’, he thinks to himself as he fucks you harder again, his strong forearms and thighs flexing from the jerky movement. Though, he's fully aware he said the same during all the rounds that came before.
after you both completed a really stressful maths test, of which he helped you cheat off his answers, gojo said you owed it to him to go to his house that night. and my god, it is huge.
tall double door entry, spiral staircase, marble floors. i mean, he even had a tennis court. but his parents were away for the night, allowing you two to chill out comfortably, alone.
he led you to the couch and told you to pick a movie while he got a few snacks. that, however, was an hour ago.
now, you're just trying not to wriggle too much. he had you sat on his lap, balls deep into your pussy as he watched the movie with ease. one arm wrapped around your hips and kept you in place, preventing any desperate movements. he ate the popcorn he made with a small smile on his face, as if pretending his dick isn't 8 inches deep in you.
he chuckles at a scene, causing his cock to hit even deeper inside you. you whine and close your eyes, head leaning back to rest on his shoulder.
"what's wrong? you don't like the movie?" of course he's going to play dumb. doesn't he know you can feel his dick twitching?
"satoru, can we, can we please just fuck now?"
"what do you mean? we are fucking, aren't we?"
"i, i need something, please.' you beg, tilting your head to look up at him. he contemplates your face for a moment before smiling even brighter.
"we can fuck after the movie."
you let out an exasperated whine, scrunching your face up in frustration. you attempt to shift your hips off him, get a little break from the way his cock fills you up entirely, but his arms quickly pull you back down. you shiver as he whispers in your ear.
"you want it to be your mouth instead, sweetheart? 'cause i'm getting real tired of your attitude. when the movie's over, then i will fuck you."
you take in a shaky breath as he leans back again, sighing with disappointment. you sniffle a little and lean back against him again, trying not to whimper at the new angle. he smiles and returns his eyes back to the movie, making sure to keep his cock practically locked inside you.
gojo facefucking you as opposed to keeping his cock in you? yeah, no thanks.
missionary is caleb’s favorite way of having you. the man lives to be the ache under your ribs, so he takes the chance to be as closest to you as he can get very seriously.
before the actual show though, he’d prep. he’s meticulous when it comes to you, if you haven’t noticed by now. he’d eat you out real nice and slow, tongue lapping your folds and tickling your bud. he’d made you cum on his tongue, got you all soft and mushy and ready for him.
then he’d dive in, sprawled under him, both of your legs hooked on his thunder thighs for anchor. his hips dips and the curve of his ass becomes prominent every time he bottoms into you. there’s a certain sting to having him hit that deep, though, because gods be good, the man has a cock and he knows to work it. work it into you, slow undulating strokes, back and forth and he’s staring down at you who’s currently in cloud nine as you hold on for dear life, gripping the sheets, moans spilling out from your pretty, pretty lips.
god, he’s so deep. how does his stupid cock reach so deep? but god, is it so good.
you have an internal battle with yourself because your brain cannot keep up with the pleasure and the edges of the pain starts to blur away. stupid caleb and his ridiculously stupid cock. you always come first with him, though, while he’s still on those slow strokes. then he’d grin to himself—cocky bastard—and then lay himself down on you, chest to chest, your breasts smushed against his. he loves it when he can feel the fat of them. “yeah, baby, it’s so good, huh?” he has his mouth so close to your ear that it tickles. on normal days, you’d swear and threaten to punch him for teasing the daylights out of you. but you’re in a losing battle now, and you could only nod meekly as a response, your sanity starting to fray away from how good he’s making you feel.
he seems to know this fact, too, could read your mind so well from the every little expression in your face. your eyebrows scrunched, and you have just enough strength to wrap your hands around him to bring him closer. his grin turns into a scoff now. selfish, selfish girl. how close do you want him to be? it seems like you want him to vanish into you and be fused together.
he picks up the pace, hands coming down to rest behind your ass. now this is the part why he loves this position so much. the palpable difference between your body and his. how smaller you are in compared to him. how he can just envelop you and keep you from the rest of the world, gets to have you all to himself. who’s selfish now, you big dummy?
he curls his hands on the globe of your ass, and then brings you closer to him every time his hips slam down. a gasp.
“caleb-” comes out more like a warning, a plea, or in his lovesick view of you in this moment, bare and so full of him everywhere: a permission.
it is what drives him to keep the relenting pace. it is what fuels him to keep going, messy as it is. sticky substance are clinging onto his length and your entrance, collecting at the sheet. he intends to keep you in this position, hips slightly raised toward him and you have anywhere to hold onto but him. “caleb- fuck,” you choked out. it’s hard to form a coherent thought when he’s fucking the daylights out of you.
he presses his body down on you a second time, and this time, your hands, which cannot cover the whole span of his shoulders, try their best to hold on anyway. through choked moans and groans, you’re absolutely gone now, all your senses are filled with him, him, him. you do not know what possess you for the moment, but whatever it is, it isn’t holy. his neck is there and you lunge at the chance. you leave kisses there, out of desperation of the outlet of feelings you have from this intense pleasure. then the kisses turn sloppy as he picks up the pace and starts drilling his length into you, bullying your poor, poor hole as it’s overstuffed with his stupid meat, balls slapping on the labia in contact.
at some point in this hazy pleasure, you lick a stripe of skin in his neck. he feels the wetness there, and decides he’s fucked. “fuck, you drive me so fucking insane, you don’t know,” how he managed to get that much sentence out while you’re struggling to even form a thought is unfair.
you’re half out of your mind now, you didn’t even catch fully what he said, so you blurted out, “caleb, caleb, oh. i’m so close,” your voice is so pitchy and you start clawing at his back. “right there, fuuuuck,” your face starts to contort in pleasure as he’s focused on hitting that one spot now, and you’re sobbing. you feel his biceps before you dig your nails into that, too.
“i’m gonna-” your breathing speeds up as caleb drives in, in, in. “come on, sweet girl,” he moves to position your legs to be on his shoulders. the angle changes this way, and it’s beginning to feel too much. you don’t know if you can handle much more. “cum on this cock, come on,” he coaxes you into your orgasm, and his colonel streak is starting to show a bit as it sounds like he’s barking out an order. every time his length reaches all the way, gushes of wetness sloshes from your folds. they do the talking when you cannot. “yeah, you wanna cum on this cock? let me feel it, baby, let me have it,” caleb is not done repositioning you, it seems, as he starts to move and suddenly your knees are bent together on your chest.
“caleb- too deep-” you cry out, but it falls on deaf ears and he drops his entire body weight on you and the mushroom head of his dick kisses your cervix. your walls are stretched on its limit now to accommodate him.
“i’m cumming, i’m cumming! caleb-” you clenches down on him hard, and caleb slams home one last time, burying himself to the hilt, as he comes together with you. your knees are shaking from the orgasm, and he’s pumping out a copious amount, so much that it leaks and drizzle down into your asshole.
his cheeks are flushed red and he finally lets you go from this excruciating position, repositioning your legs once more so it goes on his sides and around his waist. “i love you so much,” he likes to remind you every time the both of you are getting to the end bit, as if the whole intense session of sex isn’t enough of a reminder.
.ᐟ.ᐟ ATTENTION re9!leon, fem!reader, p in v, mirror sex, quickie, age gap marriage, edging, breeding, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (reader), squirting
older husband LEON knew you both were going to miss your reservation if you asked him to take on the task of dressing you for the night. he always knows that once he gets your bra on, that’d be the only thing you’d be wearing.
and he’s always correct.
he swears he feels bad, having you bent over the dresser, mop of brown and gray covering the oceanic blue peering over your shoulder. he dresses your neck in warm kisses, feeling the scruff of his beard on your soft flesh. a heavy hand glues you to his chest by the jaw, his other hand steers his finger tips over your sensitive bud. his body feels like it’s buzzing as you tighten around his aching cock. in his defense, at least he got you around him at the best moment of the night; right before he slipped your panties on.
you two were supposed to grab dinner. it is date night after all. you’ve been cooped up in your bedroom, doing your make up for the past hour before you had the genius idea of having him dress you for the evening. you thought it would have been intimate and thoughtful, but you realized you’re just not the woman to garner an innocent response from him.
no. shamelessly, you’re the young, hot toddy that caught his eye with your quick wit and bratty attitude. even with two alarms already ringing, he disregards them, letting his phone go silent on its own.
your hands are hanging on to the meaty arm that holds your face hostage for dear life, breaks in your whines from the hit of his hips pounding into yours. “fuck–! we’re gon–na be la–te. le–on...” you can feel him push into your tummy, body trying to stay standing. punctuality be damned when you’re mrs. kennedy. he knew if he had one glance of you undressed, he would have to fight himself to get out of the door. but he can’t say he always hates losing to himself.
your dress lays flat on the bed, heels waiting for you at the closet. such a pretty outfit to try to slip into now that you’re already so messy. you even convinced him to match tonight. you almost did! that counts for something… right? he’s never felt you leak past his zipper, and with the work he’s putting in right now, he can feel you drip past his upper thigh. it intoxicates him; there’s no way he’s leaving the house tonight.
he feels restricted in his attire, but pushes through. his pants are tight on his thighs and he wants to rip every button on his shirt. he’s watching you in the mirror, noticing how low your head hangs and how you try not to ruin your makeup by biting the inside of your cheek rather than your bottom lip. there’s a chuckle that escapes him, tilting your head to kiss him. as his kiss envelopes your lips, his hips slow to a halt. his body immediately misses the friction, shaft twitching inside of you causing him to grunt into your lips. his plan was to tease you, make you miss him kissing your cervix. however, your pitiful, weak kiss made his armor fall, hips bucking from the fragileness in your lips.
"what the fuck are you doin' to me, girl?" he asks along your cheek, age weaved in his question.
he tries to keep his composure, but you let him sit in his lust, backing your hips against him in your own little rhythm that makes him pull his lips from yours. it’s hard for him to focus as you pull groans from him, quivering inside of you as you cast a spell on him with your stare. his jaw hangs open ever so slightly, feeling your lips beg for him. he wants to function like a normal man and kiss you back, but you ride him so well, he swears he’s malfunctioning. he does lap your lips into a sloppy kiss eventually, breaking it before he even seals it.
“you keep moving on me like that we’re not leaving,” leon warns. his chest rises and falls against your back, meshing with each effortless roll of his body that sends him deeper into you.
there’s something you say that sends electricity down leon's spine. smirking, your hips slow down, squeezing around him. “old man can’t handle quickies anymore, huh?” you whisper against his lips. “too old to fuck me?”
he swears you light him up right there, feeling the flames engulf him. the grip of his arm around your neck tightens from the tease. leon disapproves, shaking his head. leaning in and placing a gentle kiss to your now messy lips, he quickly snaps his hips into yours once again. “being between me and the dresser is not the best time to be a smartass, sugar.” he relishes in your whine, though it’s replaced by amusement once you speak again.
“if you didn’t want a smartass, you wouldn't have married someone twenty years younger than you, isn't that right?”
leon couldn't deny that, but it still could’ve been something you said after you were dressed. instead, the consequence has you doubling over as his fingers work into your clit faster, fluttering around his weeping shaft. he hears your cries, slow thrusts quickening. he leaves your body to fall limp over the dresser, toes curling as his arms leave your neck to slip his hand on his back for support. “i hear you joking, but i don't hear you laughing.”
he stares at you through the mirror, hair messy, makeup ruined and he swears he can feel the urge to fill you up growing. you wriggle so much against him as you fight an incoming orgasm, trying to keep it in so you can cum with your husband. you try with everything in you; breathing, digging your nails in the palms of your hands, but if anything, those techniques pushed you closer to the edge.
“oh fuck— i’m gonna cum,” you start, hand hovering over leon’s that works in between your though before he stops.
the growl that leaves you sends leon into a frenzy. he can’t let you have your cake and eat it too, especially after that little quip you made. “what do you think?” he grumbles, leaning in to take in the scent of your hair. “should this old man make you cum?”
you nod your head quickly, your free hand reaching behind you and cupping the back of his neck. “y-es. yes please,” you caress his nape, fingernails digging into his flesh. he sits with the option in his hand, circling his fingers back on your clit, pushing your hips deeper into the dresser. there’s a hum of gratification from your whimper, feeling the tip of his tongue drag down your neck, soon taking a gentle bite at your skin.
feeling you lose balance in his hold, the older man helps keep you up, picking up on your eyes rolling through the mirror. “you cum, we stay home. got it?”
“g–ot it,” you slur, head resting on his chest, fingers curling over his working hand.
“hands off,” he demands, ripping his hand away from you again. your gasp doesn’t move him, the tip of his nose running up your cheek prior to biting your ear lobe. “my pussy, ya hear me?” he growls. “you don’t get to tell me how to touch you right now." as he bullies you into obedience, he can feel his body cracking under pressure. a familiar buzz runs over his body, tingling in his fingertips, wrecking his pattern. he almost forgets to continue his movement with his fingers, but he follows through.
he underestimates how close you actually are, whines being pulled from you like he can’t survive without them. with each stroke he spreads you open, you feel the buildup in your stomach, body twitching under his intensity. your cunt kisses around him the more you hear his breath shake, grumbling swears under his breath like he can’t take it. and maybe he can’t.
how could he when he feels you attempt to empty him clean? tight around him, begging for him with those cute little moans. the helpless one is him. your moans erupt for him, feeling your climax wave over you, grabbing onto any part of him that you can. leon of course lets you. but not because he wants to, but because he can’t tease you anymore now that he’s spilling into you, mentally begging for mercy. he doesn't mean to fill you up so much, but he can feel the pushback around him that he almost slips out. his head falls back, fingers attacking your swollen little clit. on the rare chance you two come at the same time, you both treat it like it’s the olympics. but sometimes, leon likes to go for gold. with his head coming back up, he sees you writhe under his hold, whining without properly begging for him to stop.
so he doesn’t. in fact, he keeps on working your body. “leon– fuck– leon please.” his hips have slowed down by now but the second he actually pulls out of you, his ring and middle finger take you over. it’s all about you now. you try to speak by saying something, anything. you can't even look your husband’s way without having to spill all over his hands. leon lives for it. he pops a tired smile on his lips as he watches you shudder under his fingers, attacking that spongy part inside of you, curling his fingers. he stays firm while you fight against him, placing his arm back over your neck so you can hold onto him.
you look at your husband through the mirror, watching his muscles flex, quiver in his lip and the way his lips are parted feels like he’s mocking you. his fingers push everything he released back into you, leaning in and kissing your temple. “what do you think? i still got it?” his digits fight with your slick walls contracting around him, but he doesn't let up.
before you can answer, you don’t fight the wave that leaves you, spilling down your legs. you don’t whine or swear, but release broken sobs, too stimulated to function. your body vibrates in his arms, losing balance feeling him keep you up against his chest.
your husband is hasty with slipping his fingers out of you, spinning your dizzy body around to see your fucked out expression. he wants to check in, but the low eyed glare you're giving him makes him hold out. he smiles instead, “hey, you alright?” he asks, chuckling while you nod.
“yes–” you whisper, not worrying if the man hears you or not.
“i’m sorry,” leon starts, cupping your cheek and pressing a soft kiss on your puffy, smudged lips. “i’m sorry we missed dinner.”
you don’t want to hear it. the man is amused as a finger lifts up to his lips, watching you shake your head. “rescedule it,” falling into his arms, you’re satisfied with the quick nod he gives you.
“yes ma’am,” he grins, picking up his favorite lady to set you on the bed.
sylus who loves hearing about all your little trinkets while his cock is fully sheathed inside of you. loves hearing you breathily explain your favorite smiski series— “m-my favorite, fuck… my favorite is the s-sunday se—mmph, sy…” you whimper when he churns his tip into your sweet spot. “mmm, yeah? tell me more, baby.” he drawls, teeth tugging at your lobe. you can’t think, can’t concentrate…. you can’t even remember what the hell you’re talking about. all you can think about is sylus, sylus, sylus and his thick length in your stomach. ofc sylus fucks you stupid then promises he’ll buy all the lil smiskis in the world because it’s what you deserve <33
He's too old for kids, but the risk is worth it when he hears your breathy whines. When he feels the clench of your pussy as you pull him in deeper with your heels. He's drunk on the feel of you. The pain of the missions subsiding as your nails distract him. Leaving their own set of marks against his skin.
The risk of kids was worth it as his balls slap against your ass. His pubic hair grinding against your clit as it peaks for his attention. You are turned on, wild and craving him. He can feel it as your arousal spills as he moves his cock. The noise obscene as it grows audible over the breathy moans escaping you both.
You can feel him growing closer, his cock twitching so far inside you. The tip dragging along your g-spot and kissing your cervix. For someone who doesn't want kids - he seems very eager to make one. To stuff you full of himself as you just lay there taking it.
It's only his warmth you feel when he lets go. It floods your walls like it belonged there.
bully! sylus and bully! caleb sneak into your dorm
tags: sexual content 18+ mdni, fem!reader, dubcon (at first), lots of petnames (pipsqueak + daddy + kitten), full nelson + pronebone, sylus + caleb are still ragebaiting besties, references to p1 (here), fluff (?) at the end
wc: 8k
Friday night and it's loud. Music blaring, boys drunkenly shouting in the parking lot. Girls in string tops and big jeans walking out into the night’s adventures.
You decide to shower early to avoid the chaos in the hallway. As you make your way back to your dorm wrapped in your fuzzy towel, you expect a lot of things when you open the door.
You expect an empty room for one. You expect your roommate to be gone, bags packed. Off to her boyfriend’s house for the weekend. Which is all true.
But what you don't expect is to have company. Nosy ones at that. You definitely don't expect Sylus and Caleb.
At your bedside drawer. They rummage and whisper like school girls that are 6 foot tall and jacked. When the door opens, they peek over their shoulders as if it's their privacy you're invading.
"There you are sweetie" Sylus greets, his frown melts into a warm smile as you freeze like a lost deer in headlights.
His eyes gentle but they shamelessly drag down your body, "We were wondering where you went."
"How do you know where I live..?" You ask, voice trailing off into nothing. The absurdity of fate stuns you to silence.
And Caleb's got something in his hand. Small. Red. Bullet shaped. For fuck's sake.
He looks at you all wide eyed and innocent while playing with it.
"Lucky guess?" He offers with a sheepish smile, and you start to bristle, " Juust kidding pipsqueak, we saw you swipe into the building earlier today. We were in the area and this group of girls let us in soo we walked around until we found your name on the door."
He explains it as if it's normal to sneak in. Break in and go through people’s belongings.
"I like how you decorate by the way." He adds, motioning to your posters, “you’ve got taste.”
"Your choice of favorite character is interesting though" Sylus tacks on with a crooked smile, "Him of all people."
To which Caleb turns to him like they've been down this road already.
"You don’t watch the show what would you know?” He muses shaking his head, "You're asleep by the end of an episode-"
"And who told you that?"
"Your snoring-"
Naturally they fall into a debate about it. The air is light and jovial but wrongfully so and it annoys you. How they can casually take up space when they shouldn't.
So you hang your shower bag aside on its designated hook, and without much thought to it you walk straight towards them.
They turn to you when you approach, both of their faces radiant.
"What's with that look?" Sylus asks and you promptly shove him aside, "Oh? kitten's not happy to see us?"
You're not sure where the sudden burst of confidence comes from. Maybe from the frustration blossoming in your chest.
Or the onset of panic from them suddenly appearing in front of you.
You don't even care you're practically naked.
Well you do, but it slips your mind for a moment.
They laugh together as you lunge for your vibrator. In which Caleb moves your target, pausing to give you a chance to make a grab before he raises it to impossible heights.
"Assholes" Your entire face burns hot as you punch Caleb swiftly in the stomach.
"Ouch." He playfully winces, completely unaffected by your act of violence. He looks down at you with a tiny shit-eating grin.
"Whats the matter pipsqueak?" He coos, " Can't play your toys, but we can play with your pussy right?"
You flinch, "Get. Out."
At that Sylus slots behind you. You can smell him before the heat comes.
That signature scent brushes up like a wall against your back, your ass smoothing along his jeans.
"But we just got here" He says, as if trying to be harmless, "And it's been awhile."
Your body moves away. But his hands, achingly familiar, take your hips and draw you in.
It's been three days since the incident. It's been the running theme of your dreams lately, always lingering in the back of your mind.
Electromagnetism. Utter humiliation. A dripping seat and very sore pussy.
It's both a blessing and a curse you were able to disappear the way you did that day. When class was over and once people started to move, you moved faster.
Quicker than sylus or caleb could react, you gathered your things and left before anyone noticed how strange you were walking. And the obvious erections lining their pants.
"Basically disappeared on us after class." Caleb says disappointedly, approaching with a step.
That's when you realize you're trapped between them. When his chest is all you can see, and you're only inhaling the scent of warm spiced cologne with a hint of outside air.
The tip of your vibrator sits at the dip of your sternum.
Caleb presses it against the throb of your heartbeat.
"You were so cute running away from us scaredy cat" He teases, his bottom lip briefly stuck under his teeth, "Didn't even care to clean up your seat, good thing we did it for you."
With the way they both snicker, you don’t want to think about what he means by that.
You suck in a breath when Sylus's embrace tightens. His arms bunch up your towel like jaws closing in. The hem lifts behind your thighs, cold air sweeping along your drenched slit. That's how you know you're ruined.
So intense you almost whimper again.
"Such a tease.. " The bass in Sylus's voice slithers into your ear at the side of your head, "Ditching us like that."
"I had to change.." You say softly, a weak excuse.
" We would've helped you." Caleb reasons, "We were responsible for the mess you made after all." he adds before chuckling, like it's ridiculous, "But no. You ghost us after we made you cum so many times..such a playboy."
You can feel his breath fan his amusement over your nose. Every word stamped to your lips.
"What should we do with you now pipsqueak?" He ponders, like the possibilities are limitless, "Any ideas?"
At the same time you feel your towel slip, and you reach up quickly to adjust yourself. Caleb scoffs at it, and your vibrator is replaced with his fingers.
Devastatingly familiar, he traces the length of your neck softly. Down to the swell of your tits along the edge of the fabric.
"What's wrong?” He whispers deceptively innocent, “You scared we'll take this off you?"
Sounds like a question, but your body takes it like a warning. A dare.
You shudder, just slightly.
Sylus hums, "Or maybe.." He tries, "You want something along those lines?"
"Why would I want that?" you ask defiant before swallowing as Sylus's embrace loosens when he straightens up.
His hands feel up your sides, committing the fuzzy outline of your body to memory.
"We all enjoyed ourselves the last time we were together." He answers smoothly, "And you had your toy charging, all ready to go for when you touch yourself thinking about it tonight."
You can't help but squirm honesty and denial flooding your brain, "N-no way-"
"Oh yeah? Room all to yourself I'm sure the thought crossed your mind" Caleb leaves in your other ear, "But this won't make you squirt over and over again—unlike us."
They chuckle as you try push away the flashbacks, but you’re failing miserably.
Caleb returns into your field of vision so you can see the satisfied smile on his lips.
He knows. Of course he does. He knows they've got you. That they'll always have you.
Your face is tilted up and you have no choice but to accept his kiss.
It's insistent and messy. Inexperienced but desperate like he knows what he's looking for.
Sweet like apples and burns with a hint of vodka.
Skinny lines of drool ooze past your mouth. He backs away to lick it up and bring back against your tongue.
You feel Sylus inhale into your neck as you exhale shakily,
"We missed you so much kitten" He sighs pleased, "Couldn't get your scent off my mind today…"
His tongue, wet and hot takes a stripe of your skin shy under your ear.
You shiver as his lips close in against your humming pulse. A noisy kiss that ends with a bite.
His mouth travels like his hands that reach to feel your tits through your towel.
You try to speak, try not to melt into his chest, "Mmph-"
But Caleb forces your mouth to do nothing but take him.
Experience him.
"Open up." He murmurs. He demands it so you do exactly that, wearily.
He stares at your murky gaze through half shut eyes. A sound at the back of his throat tremors along your lips,
"Fuck.." He heaves, "Guess you taste good everywhere huh? Knew you would."
Your hands alternate on who to try and push away first.
Useless.
Useless.
They're closing in quick and you're struggling to breathe. Their mouths attaching anywhere, leeches sucking for food.
Bodies like a rock and a hard place, looking for relief.
"Don’t fight. You know you want it kitten" Sylus speaks on your neck as if echoing your inner thoughts. Inner desires.
He leads you along the bulge under your ass, thick and deprived, "Made a mess with just our fingers last time, imagine what you’ll do with this.”
Your writhe at his words and his cock nudging your ass but you say nothing. Sylus chuckles fondly at your hesitation. As if he already knew your answer before he asked and Caleb sighs the same. Annoyed and heavily aroused.
He parts from your lips, with a small frown, "You wanna keep being a little tease? Fine."
If your towel is a dress, he pulls up the skirt. They drag it up your thighs like it's your wedding night. Two husbands that have been waiting all night for this exact moment.
"W-what the fuck?" You whine
"Keep your towel on stubborn girl.." Caleb assures you, kissing your protests. "But we're gonna see how dripping wet you are from this."
The towel rises past your drenched cunt and their hands delve between your naked thighs. They find the inner side damp from water and sweat. Sticky with arousal.
Their amused hum is low and lecherous, it seals your fate as they rub your slit tenderly.
"Hmm? What's all this kitten?" Sylus questions, you feel his delighted smile in the crook of your neck, "You had me fooled for a second. You're so slick here we could just.."
Then two fingers and a familiar stretch slide in you so easy you gasp, thighs spreading,
"Fuck w-wait-"
You're trembling as they ease through, throbbing against them without hesitation. A certain need settling in your stomach as their fingers flex like they're home at last.
"Accept it pips, you want us so bad." Caleb says as your chest presses into him, "Your mouth might lie to us, but your little pussy never will."
"True." Sylus whispers, just before using a hand to turn your head to the side, "But you're cuter when you're both honest."
His kiss is full with his satisfied groans, predatory like he's licking meat off bones. His tongue tastes like whiskey from a dark bar.
You feel it go straight to your head. Hazy like a heatwave.
"Tell us what you want." He bites your bottom lip softly, " If you really want us to leave then we will. Tell us to stay and we'll be here alll night."
Because that's what they do. Push all your buttons, get you riled up.
Constantly testing you for the love of it. You know their game well.
So when you don't speak up, they rescind their touch. Hold it for ransom.
Their fingers pull out leaving you empty, but you can still feel them. Phantom hands pawing your thighs, large fingers massaging your walls.
"What's it gonna be pips?" Caleb asks, you watch him bring his middle finger to his mouth, licking you off like sweet syrup, "You decide how our friday night ends."
They already know your answer. It's warm on their fingers but it's not enough.
"Fine." you confess in the semi quietness of your room, "you can stay."
Soft but staggering, “Please"
It's close to instant the way you're lifted and set on top of your bed.
Mouths vying for your lips. One after the other, chasing your tongue before they mesh into one, and you’re running your fingers through brown and dark silver hair.
At the edge, you're feather light between them. Maneuvered by gentle hands that could snap you in an instant.
They ease you on your back, knees bent, thighs spread to reveal yourself.
Between your legs, their gaze above you is the best worst.
Hands riddled with greed, they undo the tuck that holds your towel together.
They smooth it it out, help the fabric fall to the sides. Open you up like Christmas morning.
In awe as if they wouldn't want to miss a second of it.
"So pretty.."
Hands and mouths grip and kiss. Impatient almost. Hoping to experience every curve that shapes your body.
Leaving behind their heat on your skin like fingerprints.
"You have no idea how long we've waited for this.." Caleb groans like you're a relief to a lingering pain, an answer to his prayers.
All the warmth from their undivided attention goes straight to your cunt, completely drenched as you ache inside. Body moving with their touch, looking for release.
Sylus lowers to his knees, he spreads your pussy wider with a wet sound that follows.
"Good to know the wait was worth it." His last words fan over your folds and you squirm. Too sensitive. Too needy.
Caleb's eyes flicker from the mess you leave on the bed to your face.
"You look like you want something," He says, getting next to you with hazy purple eyes baring into yours, "But I think you need to speak up and ask for it."
"I do too" Sylus adds and this time you feel every word on your pussy as he gets close.
"Please.." You try feebly, grinding your hips towards his face.
Caleb kisses your weak plea and it butterflies up your jaw tipping your head to the side.
"You can do better than that" He murmurs knowingly, "Try again."
You softly hiss when there's teeth nipping your thigh, "I remember you calling me a certain name during class." Sylus says playfully, "Care to remind me what it was kitten?"
Your face burns from Caleb laughing at you against your tits.
"I thought you didn't like that.." You trail off feigning confusion
"Who said that?" Caleb goes, giving you a sly grin as he mouths, "He loves it."
You clench inside and you’re positive sylus sees the way your hole winks at him.
So despite the bashfulness sitting heavy on your face, you give him what he wants.
It comes out like your back curling off the bed, like a cat when he spreads a thumb over your slit.
"Please daddy.."
"Oh that won't cut it this time sweetie." Sylus muses darkly as he licks over the shallow bite mark on your leg. finger circling your clit, "To avoid another misunderstanding, I want you to really beg for it."
His finger moves as thoughtful as his voice, "So how about you say..daddy, please eat my pussy."
"Damn" Caleb exhales, his breath shivering around your nipple. He drags his tongue over the bud, engulfs the peak with his mouth, sucks a timid cry from your lips, "No running away this time pips."
"Or ever again" Sylus adds. "So look at me and say it."
There's an increase in tempo around your clit and he kisses around where you need him the most. On the swell of your lips, at the very edge of where you're desperate to feel something.
"Beg for me.."
You find gleaming red eyes between your legs and they blaze with what you can only call desire in its rawest form.
"Please eat my pussy daddy." You can't help but whine frustrated
They both groan in response and it fills the room as your moans dribble out.
Sylus's mouth opens up to savor you slow and deep. Your body stricken with instant gratification, trying to retreat. You’re far too sensitive but he doesn't care.
His fingers sink into your thighs and keep you pried open. Rooted to your spot you're helpless again, at the mercy of his tongue this time, flattening over your folds. Squirming with the way he spreads the wetness leaking out of your hole to suck and swallow it down his throat.
The air from his nose blows hot air against you, fans out as if he's getting unruly.
The vibrations from his mouth make you cling to Caleb whose teeth teases your hardened nipple. His other hand kneads your other tit like pliant dough.
He raises his head to get close to your lips that tremble trying to bite back your moans,
"You feeling good baby?" Caleb asks lowly and you nod, the gold in his eyes bright, "Yeah? Say it."
"F-feels so good" You trickle out and he grins
"You don't deserve it after treating us like the plague", He presses a careful kiss to your lips that you can't stop yourself from chasing, "But you're so damn cute we can't help ourselves. You'll make it up to us anyways right?"
"Mhm.."
Another kiss. "Good girl" Caleb whispers, the red in his ears is telling before he climbs into your bed.
He pulls off his sweater and shirt, revealing silver around his neck, deep etches of trained muscle. Brown hairs leading into his sweatpants.
He slips them off like he doesn't want them anymore, fat cock bounces out when the waistline dips, "So you won't mind helping me out?"
You don't answer all at once and Sylus raises his head, "You owe us." He reminds you, licking the words from his lips like your essence, "Time to start paying your debt sweetie. Turn over. Ass up."
You begrudgingly turn over. Caleb putting his leaking cock in your face. He strokes the head in front of you while a hand finds the back of your neck, petting you endearingly.
"Get it wet" He encourages your lips to drop long trails of drool that falls on the head and glides down his shaft. "Y..yeah good girl"
You grab the base and his hand immediately retreats, letting go to give you a chance to stroke him. He exhales a puff of air and you feel the way his cock jump under your fingers.
"Soft little hand feels amazing" He sighs in his bliss, "Don't be shy, give it a tug."
The mix of your spit and the little beads of precum tearing up from the tip makes your hand slippery. He's so swollen, your hand barely makes sense of it. So warm and stiff in your pumping grasp.
There's a gentle tremble through the bed from the shiver racking down his spine. His hand returns, covering yours like a trap.
"Like this" He says. He spits on it, adds to the mess and increases your tempo, twisting from base to the tip, "want you like this-"
Sounds ease from his lips and you can't tell him to be quiet.
Can't bring yourself to even though the walls are thin, unsuspecting conversations creeping in from next door.
His flimsy moans are so filthy they go straight to your pussy, and Sylus is there to satisfy the hunger it brings.
Your lip stuck against your teeth as his hands grip your ass and spread you open.
The heat from his mouth returns with a thumb on your ass, his nose also teasing the tight rim while his tongue laps at your folds.
Devouring rather than tasting, like it's instinct. He pushes you into Caleb, deepening the arch in your back. You whimper loud not meaning to.
"Still worried about the noise aren't ya?" Caleb asks and you admit it with a slow nod, "Put this in your mouth-it'll keep you quiet."
You could've put up a fight, put up some reluctance.
Maybe caleb was expecting you to, but you don't.
Your lips widen and you welcome the thick head of his swollen cock, wrapping your mouth around him.
The taste of salt and caleb travels to the back of your tongue and stays there.
"Holyshit" He heaves, you see his eyes widen before they disappear as his head tilts back, brown hair falling away from his forehead, "Holy fucking shit-yeah swallow it-"
You feel Sylus laugh as caleb shakes under you, like a leaf, making your bed give out a noise.
Your throat doesn't protest as the girth of him sinks in. He's thick but you're too distracted by sylus sliding his tongue in your hole to care.
The rest of his cock you can't fit, the two of you stroke together. Sloppy and quick. It's sopping from the drool that drips from your mouth.
"Look at you pipsqueak-" Caleb shakes his head in pleasant disbelief, waist lifting off the bed that creaks creaks with every drop, "You're really something else-eating my dick like-fuck- who taught you how to use your mouth like this huh?"
"Your talents come out in the strangest of ways don't they kitten?" Sylus says, easing in two fingers like a prize.
You and Caleb both seize up as you moan tenderly around his cock.
Caleb chuckles breathlessly, "That's just a nice way of callin' you a slut."
"What of it?" Sylus questions, his fingers angling, sliding against your sweet spot, "I'm not lying."
He adds another finger and you feel him crowd inside, tongue flattening against your clit. "There's nothing innocent here."
It's then you realize you're fucking yourself back on his fingers, and they're both witnessing it intently.
The way you chase after it, pushing and pulling your hips to feed the soft sensitive spot in your pussy.
Sylus's heavy hand raises off your ass, and you gasp when it comes down quick on the fat that ripples on impact.
It's soft enough to feel praiseworthy rather than punishing. You melt, the pain rendering down and fizzling into pleasure with every flick of his tongue.
Caleb chuckles airily, "Well you know what they say about the quiet ones.."
He holds the back of your head , fucking your mouth, guiding his shaft to ride your tongue towards the slick mess at the back of your throat.
"Closeted s-sluts that just wanna a-ah- get played with." He groans, chestnut pubes tickling your nose as you swallow him, "We know exactly what you are pipsqueak- Just as bad as we are."
And you're so close too, head spinning as you can feel the come up approaching.
Body twitching, pussy working towards release.
Your brain ruined with the thought of it. And it only gets worse the harder they both stuff your holes.
You sob Caleb's name around his cock and it's dragged almost lovingly over his shaft. You brace your impact when he starts rutting past your lips.
Insatiable and desperate, without a care for the way you gag, on the verge of crumbling.
"Yesyes " He babbles , "Like that- yeah-god- I could live in your fucking throat-"
Caleb's got a dent in his jaw trying to keep his mouth tight, but the noises still press through.
You're squealing from Sylus playing around with your clit, fingers working your hole.
You only hope everyone is off to a frat tonight as Caleb gasps loud, wobbly like he's about to cry.
"Gonna cum-shit- 'm fuckin' cumming baby-shit"
Warmth explodes as you break with him, snaps in your belly with a crushing wave and your thighs collapse wider as you're capsized in it.
Euphoria blossoms wet, thick and strange on your tongue as you feel relief trickle out from below when sylus slides his fingers out.
"Did you squirt again pips?" Caleb pants, his hands on his face, wiping a grin, "Course you did—gonna start callin' you pipsquirt now."
He pats your head sweetly as you glare at him, his cock still hard in your mouth as you pull off.
"Tastes how I remember" Sylus says, reminiscently. He turns you over so you can see how the lower half of his face glistens. His eyes are no different. So bright they’d glow in the dark.
"Want some?” He offers with a slow growing smile, “Let’s trade.”
He calls it. An exchange when he takes your lips. The fingers he fucked you with getting in between when it’s not his tongue playing with the cum in your mouth.
“This is so..” You say, changing your mind mid sentence. Sylus raises a brow.
“Gross?” he guesses, reading the way you avoid his gaze,
Caleb sighs almost longingly. “You don’t even know the half of it.”
“What does that even mean..?” you ask, trying not to feel the way your heart flutters like feathered wings
“You really want to know?” Sylus offers,
Caleb slides off your bed like he knows what’s next. Sylus starts to strip, gradually revealing every inch of the tall sturdy muscle you’ve felt against your body so many times,
“Better to show you than to stand here and explain it."
An outfit well over a thousand dollars is strewn over your roommate’s bed, but you’re laser focused between sylus’s thighs to care.
The sheer size of him makes you squirm with both arousal and fear.
There’s some frustration too because everything about their behavior makes complete sense now.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Sylus inquires getting on your bed, his back on the wall where there would’ve been a headboard.
You can’t stop looking at it. The way his cock is heavy in his hand, a perfect match.
He splays his limbs over your tiny bed patient and hungry.
“Don’t tell me you’re scared of it” Sylus teases like his hand slowly gliding up length “Come here kitten, I won’t bite this time.”
“What about a condom..?” You ask slowly
In the corner of your eye you see caleb look sideways, scratching his neck.
“We’ll pull out” Sylus assures you though you’re not entirely convinced,
He has you laying on him. Your back on his chest, his head at your shoulder. On display for caleb who’s at the center between your knees, staring at where sylus lays his meaty cock over your lower abdomen.
The heaviness of his cock is a warmth kissed on your pussy all the way to your belly button. You can almost feel it seeping through your skin.
“Too much?” Sylus questions innocent while his hands wickedly feel up your body.
“I-" you start to say, unsure of a real answer, “I don’t know.”
“Only one way to find out.” Caleb says, a hand tugging at his glistening cock
“Rub against me.” sylus instructs you softly, “Feel me first kitten.”
Your hips animated, they rise and fall to smear your folds against his cock.
Starts off hesitant, steadily growing hungrier.
You and sylus lazily sigh over the sound of your cunt slick with drool and cum leaving a mess on him.
A massive arm snakes under your tits and stays there hugging you close against his chest.
“You like that?” Sylus muses in your ear like he can’t wait to sell it to you, “I can feel your little hole twitching on me.”
You nod, your head knocking back after as you raise your hips higher. Mushroom tip lining up to press in, but his arm pulls you away from it.
“Not so fast kitten” He says with a tut, “But I like that you’re eager for me.”
You can’t help but whine pushing against his grip that insists you wait, “Please..” you turn your head to lay your sweet words in his ear.
"Please what?"
He asks just as delicate and dumb, looking into you with playful eyes.
“Fuck me..” you say as if you nuzzle it against his cheek, “please fuck me daddy”
First time you hear him growl and it melts into a dark laugh, one that you feel just like the way his cock throbs on you.
“You really know what you’re doing calling me that.” He says somewhat impressed
“She knows how to get what she wants—I respect it.” Caleb shakes his head the same, “Since you want it so bad pips, l’ll help you out.”
Caleb presses in the tip of sylus’s cock, does it for you slowly so that you can experience the way it slips in.
The way Sylus breeches past your tiny ring of resistance which alone hitches your breath.
A different kind of stretch.
A fullness that spreads inside, traveling quickly and far into foreign places, and still pushes for more inch by inch.
"too big-"you choke, "sylus-"
Sylus hisses with the way you clamp down on him, “breathe kitten you can handle it-there you go."
You lower down until he's all about vanished inside, wrapped snug in your walls where it feels as if he's poking up into your womb.
"Raise your legs" He whispers in your ear, guiding your knees to your chest before you can protest.
His hauls you higher, thighs apart, feet useless in the air, "open you up since you like to hide so much." He says like a deep purr.
You’re folded in half, hid arms iron clad strong, elbows locked behind your knees.
"Wanna let you in on a lil secret pips" Caleb spills, entranced by you stretched out on Sylus, "We have a toy at home too-a little pocket pussy I bought that l'm happy to know isn't completely inaccurate."
"That's s-so weird" You stutter, the revelation makes your lips scrunch and your pussy undeniably does the same thing. You tighten up with arousal as your face gets even warmer. Sylus laughs.
"It's the truth kitten" He assures you, "The past few nights-I've been using it like this."
And his hips sink and thrust upwards.
Quick and insisting that you take the last few inches you're missing out on so he can really feel what's left of you.
It knocks him far each time - too deep- past any point you ever touched. Digging in sensitive spots that zap your brain once he nudges it, dragging the weight of his cock.
"Just like this-every night- thinking about you" He breathes on your neck, biting hard enough to get you to cry out his name,"But that piece of plastic is nothing compared to the real thing."
You can feel his grin curl then a quiet groan, ""s not as tight right here -"
He fucks into you like he's making a home along your walls that clings to the shape of him.
"M..more"you exhale, completely out of it but you hear the two of them swoon.
"I like how greedy you are,” Sylus hums, his thrusts gradually so powerful his grip is the only reason you don't topple over, "How about that-hm?-is that better for you sweetie-?" he asks sickly sweet with every sharp thrust, "Is this what you need?"
your head bobbles. You're so trapped all you can do is hold on meekly and take the onslaught of his hips ruining your creaky bed.
Your vision of the ceiling tiles is fuzzy with raw pleasure, with tears creeping in because it's utterly insane how full you feel right now.
A sudden touch to your clit makes you suddenly choke, eyes blowing open and almost rolling.
Sylus bucks into the squeeze of your cunt when it's Caleb tracing your pearl softly. Not with a finger but close.
"Forgot all about this didn't you?" He goes, "See what happens when you let us help you pipsquirt? Don't need to rely on dumb little toys."
He says that as he rubs the length of your vibrator against you. Scoffs at the way it makes you flinch.
And yet he still flicks it on without a warning.
You scream with utter bliss- killing it halfway out of your mouth but the damage is already done.
"Wait wait-!" you plead, far past the limit you can take, "’m too loud -!"
"Actually I don’t think you're loud enough." Caleb chuckles like its matter of fact, "But your pussy is though-think it's getting even louder-what do you say Sylus?"
"Let me see.." Sylus says thoughtful to slowly to stroke himself tender and deep inside you, emphasizing the sound of your cum and his pre moving with him over the drone of your toy, "I agree-feels like she’s melting around me-I'm completely soaked."
The lowest buzz rolls slowly against your clit and you try to simmer the sounds falling out of your mouth, but it's almost impossible.
"Pleease-Caleb!" you whine, "n-no more!"
"Please caleb" He mocks you with a messy girl tone dripping in sweet poison, "Keep saying my name like that 'n I'll stuff your throat again."
All his words do is add fuel to the growing fire setting off in your belly.
Every thought in your brain is scrambled with colors, poor pussy nothing but a mess trying not to completely fall apart.
"Clenching so tight.." Sylus spits out, a gasp as he surges to bury inside you, "gonna cum already sweetie?"
"Yes-Y-Yes- Yess!" you chant with every thrust
"Oh.." He coos as if he's gently disappointed "So soon? Daddy's not even close yet."
Caleb and him laugh at that.
You don't even want to cum just yet but the vibrating pulse is pressed perfect on your sensitive bud. It's dragging you by your hair toward up the peak.
"That's alright, she's not tapping out any time soon" Caleb says, "Takes a lot to make her happy."
You shake your head quickly, the knot pulls as tight as it can go before snapping.
Body going rigid, mouth gaping as you cum.
You hear them ease you through it as you try writhing away the overstimulation of sylus fucking you through your climax,
"Stop that.." He warns lightly but it's more than enough to make you pause, "Stay still kitten-let me feel how you cum on my cock."
you go pliant in his arms again, shaking as your vibrator milks every drop of your orgasm. The friction of him much more slippery.
"Can't wait to fuck this leaky little cunt" Caleb breathes as if he waits for the gates of heaven to open up to him, "look how your messing up your vibrator and his cock..."
"I bet it’s quite the sight" sylus says and you miss the exchange of eyes, the way red finds purple.
The way caleb leans away for his phone. How he captures your eyes fluttering back in a few flicks. Your brain mush as it tries to comprehend the the desperation to break on sylus's cock again.
Sylus hold you so close as if you'll truly become one if he keeps you this stuck on his front.
"Too bad I can't fill you up kitten" He breathes ragged, "Your body is begging for it."
"T-then do it" you find yourself saying, find yourself squeezing and letting go for it as the slam of his skin on yours gets rougher.
Rational completely out of the window with his cock kissing your delicate spots over and over. It immediately makes sylus's body shake underneath you.
"But you were so worried about protection before" Caleb chuckles, "Oh well, you heard the girl Daddy-she wants her slutty pussy filled."
sylus huffs out a fleeting laugh, "do I indulge you kitten? Even though you're wasted on my cock?"
You nod like your head is coming loose, leaning all the way back into sylus as caleb shifts your vibrator just slightly, your belly collapsing as you feel yourself start to ascend yet again.
"'m so close -!" you falter out,
"me too-" sylus grits his teeth, "you first kitten-do it for me."
"Bet you're gonna squirt again" caleb groans like he's there with you on the edge, "squirt on it pips- yeah that it-"
"Fuck-" sylus curses deep in your ear with your name entangled as you feel a warm flood burst inside from him and you both.
A sudden rush that becomes slow and generous.
You can almost taste it on your tongue as sylus pushes his cum back in subtly. He releases your limbs and slowly pulls out before you snap at him.
But when his tip slides out with a wet pop it brings an emptiness that seeps out of you like his seed.
It makes you squirm, still wanting a more. just a little more.
Caleb turns your vibrator off.
"Do you get why we're so crazy about you now?" he questions, flipping you over.
Caleb has your front squished on sylus and there's an exchange of your toy.
Now in Sylus’s possession, he doesn't leave it against your clit. It comes to his lips instead, red stained with gooey off white.
He stares up at you with half crescent eyes blown out with veneration as he takes slow licks. It makes you tingle, immediately pressing your thighs together.
You feel Caleb above you like a shadow on your back, "Daddy fucked you stupid but you still want more” he says, “trying to rub it away with your thighs as if I'm not right here."
Stern hands takes the meat of your thighs from the back and you try to fight it but he forcibly pries them open with so much ease you gasp.
"So you wanna be a brat for me now?" Caleb muses acidic, "Is it ‘cause I played with your stupid little clit?"
The sharpness of his voice makes you look over your shoulder defiantly. Nothing but a pout as you stare at his stormy gaze through your lashes, then at silver dog tag which sways like it’s dangerous from his neck.
You see his throat bob as he swallows staring into your eyes, dipping to your lips.
"Say you want Caleb's cock in your needy pussy,”Caleb goes lowly, “Tell him how badly you need it inside you.”
Like some incentive, he guides his cock along your squished wet pussy, spreading your lips to kiss your sloppy hole. "Be good and look at me when you speak please."
Your eyes immediately lock into his. You're breath hitches when he presses in slightly. You try to push back, but his hand on your lower back pins you down.
You say with a a bit of attitude, "I want Caleb's cock in my needy-ah!"
Caleb immediately shoves his cock through your hole before you finish, sliding into the mess of you and sylus.
You take him to the base, balls deep kissing your clit, ass flushed on his pelvis.
"Fucking finally" Caleb groans before he's reeling back and pushing, his fat cock stretching you out with the same desperation, "my bad pipsqueak- can't wait anymore"
"t-tooo deep" you mewl
"No it's not" Caleb's voices comes out like drool as he grinds the heavy weight of his cock into you, "s not deep enough-notdeep-"
"He's been pent up for days kitten .." sylus murmurs, like an entertained apology, hushed like caleb's got some kind of medical condition that's causing him to fuck you like this.
You turn to sylus and he taps your vibrator against your lips. It's licked clean, wet from the traces of his tongue. Goes out of focus when he leans in, holding your cheeks with a kiss that's slow with a tongue that tastes like a twang,
"He made a twitter account the other day-" He whispers, pulling back
"Stop talking-"
You hear caleb's words cut in but it's futile.
Sylus keeps going, his thumb latched with a thick silver ring finds its way through your agreeable lips , "it already has so many bookmarks-"
"Shut the fuck up sylus-" Caleb growls
"So many girls getting pounded by a bigger man. And they all look like you, especially now. Down to the glossy eyes" Sylus finishes, smiling wickedly at you dumbfounded, and Caleb glaring behind your head,
"Y-yeah so what..?" Caleb replies lowly, " We airin' our dirty laundry now?"
Frustrated snaps of his hips make you crumble, pushes any remnants of sense out of your head.
Your face falls into sylus's chest and you feel his chin on your head and a hand pet your hair.
"By the way pipsqueak-he writes smut about you so don't think he's innocent," He accuses through tight teeth, "How did your poem go again.? When can I hope to bury the full weight of my soul-deep in your tight embrace?"
"And give you every drop of my love," Sylus finishes without an inch of shame, "Must've liked it a lot since you bothered to remember it."
"Yeah Shakespeare, I do", Caleb drawls as playful as the arm he snakes around your neck and pulls. Your head tilted back, throat at his mercy, " I wanna to bury every inch of my soul right here too-"
You can tell by the way he breeches you. His name barely crawls out of your mouth as he takes you like he wants to remember every inch of your puffy walls sucking him in.
The way he barely pulls out, punching your guts like a drum, humping your walls like a dog out of it.
"what do you think about that pipsqueak?" Caleb asks you, voice a pitch deeper, slurring "that sound good?"
You try to speak but you trip over your words. Moaning loud instead, caleb echoing as he undeniable feels you get even wetter, another layer on top of the mess you flutter around him trying to cling to the veiny shape of him.
"a-ah-mm-!" you babble and caleb sucks his teeth and the space between his thick hardened bicep and your tiny neck gets smaller as he curls his arm tighter. Toeing the line.
"Not what I asked silly girl" He murmurs against the side of your gaping mouth, "Should I stop and let you catch your breath?"
"Nuh-uh" You shake your head profusely or attempt to as pressure, sweet and thick builds up in your brain. You feel his smile.
"Don't..stop" you slur, the only two words your mouth can say, "Don'tstopdon'tstop-"
"That's better" he grips tighter. His arm hugging your neck, you're almost wheezing. The sight of sylus is blurry, meshing into the lights,
"For a soft looking guy you're pretty rough" Sylus observes like a low whisper, "But the view is enjoyable I'll admit."
"Completely fucked out" caleb bites, you feel their iron hot gaze on your euphoric face "so much better than porn."
"I agree" Sylus goes, "If you flunk out of school kitten we'd be happy to start your adult film career."
"Fuck-" caleb growls hips lagging for a moment, "Let them watch you get ruined by us, over and over again."
He pokes incessantly on your cervix like a reminder. Your body tries to run but if it's not caleb's chokehold it's sylus gripping your ass tight, spreading your cheek enough to pull on your pussy.
"c-caaleb-!"
"Yeahyeah i know" He says like a wave of a hand, "you're gonna cum again aren't you?"
"m cumming-l-leb -!"
"Oh fuck—"
You can feel his resolve start to crumble, drags deep in your stomach as you shatter around him. He shudders, load spilling deep to where you feel as if he’s left a piece of himself inside you. He pulls out but it's short lived as his hands grabs your sides, insisting you move.
"come on turn over turn over-not done with you yet" he says scattered, immediately burying himself inside you again like a mad man.
You don't remember falling asleep but when your eyes open you're in your bed. in different sheets as if someone made your bed, pajamas on your body as if someone took the time to clean you up.
To your side, light peeks through behind the window curtain instead of the night sky.
“Morning” the sound of Caleb's voice startles you,
Partially sitting up, you find Caleb perched on the edge of your desk. Sylus leaning back on the suicide chair. Phones in hand, they have a bag that wafts the scent of food.
Just the image of them alone brings you back to what appears to be last night's activities. Flashbacks hit you one after the other, like a forgotten dream.
"Why are you still here?" You say, not happy to hear your frayed voice
"I didn't know we were supposed to leave after you fell asleep" Sylus raising a brow with a subtle smirk, "That sounds pretty heartless considering the state you were in-"
"..Shut your face" You snap, only because he's partially right.
You didn’t know what to expect but you sure didn't think you'd be watching them make you a plate. Arranging food from different containers.
"After everything, you still think we hate you." Caleb says softly, hardly surprised. He approaches your bedside with meal that makes your stomach yowl as he sets it in front of you. Napkin on your lap, then the plate. He hands you utensils.
"I'm sore because of you.." You mutter, taking them, mouth on the verge of watering
"So am I from sleeping in your tiny bed" Sylus says, coming up from behind Caleb to offer you a cup of juice, a straw through the middle. You take a few sips before handing it back to him which he sets on your bedside table. Not before taking a sip himself.
"No regrets though right?" Caleb questions, less teasing. There's a familiar yet strange expression of his face, like doubt nagging him.
Avoiding his gaze you take a bite of food and shake your head. Despite the dull throb between your legs, there are no regrets even if you don't want to admit it.
Caleb pats your head, "Guess we're all on the same page."
"Does that mean you'll spend the night at ours this time?" Sylus pops the question leaning on your bed, against your legs, "It’s far less crowded."
"Not a chance" you say, though you're not entirely sure of that.
