He stood outside the courthouse, using the buildingâs reflective glass as a makeshift mirror. He adjusted the tie sheâd picked out for him that morning, tugging it loose and then tightening it again until it sat just right. His free hand ran through his hair, smoothing the strands sheâd ruffled when she kissed him goodbye with a sly smirk. The faint scent of her perfume clung to his shirt, and he couldnât help but smile.
âMan, your wife is insane,â an officer muttered as he walked past, throwing him a glance.
Without missing a beat, he chuckled, straightening his collar. âYeah, no shit. Why do you think I married her?â He shot the officer a grin through the reflection, adjusting his cufflinks like this was just another day in his life. âIâm literally on my way to her trial right now, carrying her favorite cookies and wearing the shirt she insisted on. Hell, Iâve even got her eyeliner in this bag because, and I quote, she wants to look stunning for the pictures.â
He gave himself one last look in the glass, smoothing the fabric of his shirt, before turning to the officer. âAnd when this is all over, Iâll be paying her bail. Not because I have toâbecause I want to. Sheâll come out, probably ask for a shopping spree or some fancy dinner, and you know what? Iâll give it to her. Every last bit.â
His voice softened as he glanced down at the cookies in his hand, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. âBecause sheâs my wife. And I wouldnât have it any other way.â
shoko smoking a cigarette while she's fucking you with her strap.. chuckling at the way you're drooling into the pillow,, she's got a knee on the bed while her other leg is propped up on the mattress, so she can reach even deeper, so she can fuck you even better. her free hand kneads the plush flesh of your ass, slapping it every once in a while just to hear you whimper her name. it's like music to her ears, she fucking loves it.
throwing her hair over her shoulder, she leans forward, her strap now slotted so deep inside you that you feel it in your throat. her tits press against your back and you arch up into her on instinct. she takes the cigarette from her lips and places it onto the ashtray right next to the bed, just so she can get closer to you.
her pace turns into a slower one, simply grinding her hips into yours as she kisses your sweaty temple. "does it feel good, hm?"
your grip on the sheet below you tightens, the flame in your stomach burning brighter at the sudden proximity. your mind is hazy, your thoughts all jumbled inside your head, so you give her a faint nod, hoping that'll be enough.
shoko's lips trace down the side of your face and your body moves all on its own, leaning into her touch like a cat in heat. you feel her smile against your skin. "c'mon, use your words, baby... tell daddy how you feel."
her voice is raspy, the coo trickling from her lips like sticky goo, trapping you under her indefinitely. you're burning all over; the rays of sun that peek from between the curtain cradle your faces, they illuminate the pleasure painted onto your expressions. shoko places another kiss right in the middle of a light patch right on the corner of your lips and it all feels unreal.
she presses you down further into the mattress, the sweat of your bodies mixing together as she continues rocking into you. the words get stuck in your throat and she laughs at your cute, fucked out expression.
the sound makes you want to take a peek at her and you regret the decision to do so immediately, because she's right there, staring down at you with low eyes, her lips swollen from all of the kisses you stole but a mere hour earlier. the makeout session escalalated fast â with you sat on her lap, nipping at her neck and her mouth hungrily, all while whining about her not paying enough attention to you, it was impossible for it not to go from one to a hundred. you asked for this. begged for it.
the marks on her neck are darker now and she looks fucking heavenly. her lipstick is smudged, a droplet of sweat dribbling down her forehead â there's a sick little grin glued to her lips, the kind that lets you know that she's so fucking far from being done with you, despite the numerous orgasms she's pulled from you already.
when you still can't muster up a single word, she slithers a hand into your hair and gives it a tug strong enough for you to raise your head from the bed. you hiss at the faint tinge of pain and she lets out another raspy laugh â she likes seeing you like this, she loves ruining you. with her mouth latched onto your jaw, you feel her wet and warm tongue draw shapes into your skin.
"aw, has daddy fucked you dumb already, baby?"
the coil in your stomach tightens at her words and you don't even try to hold back the filthy moan that spills from your sore throat. she gives your hair another tug and you know she expects a proper answer and that there will be consequences if you don't give her one. so you try to hold her gaze with everything you've got, tears brimming in your lashline from how much everything is starting to become.
"soâ so good."
you sound pathetic and you know it. her grin widens.
"who's making you feel so good?"
"you are."
her lips brush over the shell of your ear.
"who is?"
she angles her hips, making the tip of her silicone cock hits the spongy spot inside you that makes your eyes go cross. "iâ fuck."
her hot breath fans your face, her fingers still twisted around the strands of your hair as she waits for your answer.
"daddy is."
you bite down onto your lip at the pleased hum she gives you and let your heavy head fall back onto the pillow the second she lets go of your hair. she leans closer once more, pressing a sloppy, haste kiss to your lips before pushing herself into her original position while dragging her nails along your spine. with her thighs flush to yours, she reaches for her cigarette again; she doesn't rush it, she takes her time ashing it, reveling in the way you're trembling on her cock.
her lips wrap around the already stained stick as she stares at where you're connected, the mess of it all â her masterpiece.
âshe told you she celibate, but she told me i can nail her shit!â
⥠sylus, caleb, rafayel, zayne, xavier âĄ
sypnosis: you're just a girl. yeah, you can't decide between five hot LI's presented to you in the popular otome game, love and deepspace, but that's okay. who said you can't have them all? literally.
wc: 11k (lots of smut beware)
a/n: valentines day special!! guys, don't question it, ok? i wrote this with my whole pussy. ok bai. (âžâžá”áŽá”âžâž)
reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated <3
content: all lads LI's x fem!reader (yes, you read right), gangbang, slight plot, reader gets transported in lads universe, smut (no details, find out hehe), all acts are consensual, not edited.
disclaimer: not based off tomorrow's catch-22!!
"fuck!" you yelled out in frustration, chucking your phone off your bed as the poor device fell on the floor with a loud thud. you could hear your best friend giggling from your laptop, making you shoot her a sharp glare.
"shut up." you sneer, but it only fueled her laughter more.
"damn, infold really hates you, bro." she pokes further at your miserable failure, making your shoulders slump in defeat as you grumble.
"i can't believe it. i've been grinding for two months straight to save up fifteen thousand diamonds for the valentines day banner! i was sure i'd pull them all, and you're telling me i only got two out of the five?? this is a fucking joke." you ranted, making your friend hum as she understood your anger.
"yeah, i'd be mad as hell too. but hey, at least you got sylus and caleb. just watch the rest on twitter or something." your best friend tried to comfort you, but it only made you pout.
"but i want them all." you sulked, making her roll her eyes.
"you're such a whore." she sighed, making you grin.
"duh, why choose one when i can have them all." you nonchalantly responded.
"yeah, yeah, forgot you had no shame." she shook her head in disbelief.
"man, i don't know what else to do. i literally milked the game dry, there's no other way i can get more diamonds for more pulls before the event ends. this is so unfair." you whined, fingers tangled in your hair.
"you can always-"
"no. i'm not giving those greedy hoes my money." you cut off her suggestion, your tone stern.
you were a poor college student who worked part-time at a stationery supply store (living the aesthetic life while crying over classes and fictional men); money's tight, and you're not about to spend hundreds on this because you know it'd become a horrible habit sooner or later.
despite being broke, your spending habits were outrageous.
"yeah girl, then i don't know what to tell ya. i'm chilling with my rafayel card. oh shit, it's almost three in the morning, bitch. we have class tomorrow, go to sleep." she yawned tiredly.
"you're leaving me just like that? after i went through so much pain and trauma? is this how deep our ten years of friendship runs? just say you hate me and want me to die a slow painful death." you dramatically rambled, making your best friend rub her temple in faux annoyance as she groaned at your stupidity.
"when i see you tomorrow, i'm gonna slap you. goodnight, hoe." with that, she hung up.
you closed the lid of your laptop and placed it on charge, stretching before standing up to go pick up your phone. you noticed the small cracks on your screen as you walked back to your bed.
you unlocked your phone, noticing how the lads server kicked you out. you exited the app, clicking on it again as you were met with caleb's face.
so l-long for longe-ge-... before fa-fa...dust
so long for-for-.... fading-fa..-dus..
so-so...lo...ng-..fading...
your eyebrows furrowed as you watched the app glitch horribly, the audio was choppy and produced crackling noises. the graphics were disoriented and there was a pop-up notification saying you needed to upgrade your memory.
you could feel your irritation rise once again, getting tired of this shit as you decided to deal with it tomorrow or something. however, every time you tried to exit the app, it wouldn't let you.
your phone literally froze.
"great. just fucking great." you sarcastically murmured.
not only did you not get the limited cards you wanted, you were broke (in the real world and in lads), you're screwed for your morning classes and your phone is currently on its last breath.
also, you were hungry as fuck right now, craving for some five guys.
"fuck this." you sighed in defeat, settling your phone next to you before laying down to sleep. you figured that eventually your phone would turn off once the battery died, so until then you just turned to the other side and ignored the device.
soon enough, fatigue took over your body as you were slipping away into a deep slumber.
unaware, your phone screen turned off momentarily, before flickering on once again as the screen crackled and glitched before stopping.
you stirred in your sleep, eyebrows pinched together as you felt a cold breeze run across the bare skin of your thighs and arms.
nonetheless, you don't remember leaving your window open, it was the middle of february. you groaned, eyes still shut tight as your hand reached down, trying to locate your blanket.
"comfortable, sweetie?" you heard an oddly familiar, deep voice suddenly speak.
did someone break into your house? and why the hell did your mattress feel so hard and cold?
your eyes shot open, adjusting your blurry vision as you realized you were not in your bedroom. you were laying on the cold, dirt ground and it made you panic.
you helplessly sat up and noticed the long pair of legs in front of your body, making you look up as you saw the towering figure of a man. the night sky was dark, making it hard for you to make out his face.
"who are you? and what the hell am i doing out here?" you asked, but your voice barely came out as a whisper.
a deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, before he bent down to come eye-level with you. as soon as you met the bright, ruby red orbs of his foxy eyes; your jaw dropped in horror.
no. fucking. way.
"shouldn't i be the one asking you those questions, sweetie?" sylus smirked, head tilting as he keenly watched your facial expressions.
"you're not real. i'm dreaming, yeah, just a dream that feels too real." you blurt out, a breathy laugh scratching your dry throat, trying to calm yourself from freaking out as your heart leaped to your chest when he directly looked at you.
"a dream, you say? hmph, you're a strange one." he shook his head before grabbing your wrist, bringing your palm to his lips. the warmth of his rough hands, which were definitely double the size of yours, made you shiver due to the contrast of your cold ones. he bit the side of your palm before gently sucking on it, making you jolt from the sudden sensation.
sylus watched you with pure amusement glinting in his eyes.
"you're like a scared little kitten, so expressive." sylus commented, making you swallow harshly.
well, this definitely was not a dream, thanks to sylus's help for that confirmation.
but the question was.... how the hell did you end up here?
suddenly, there was rustling in the distance, making his eyes twitch as he became alert. sylus slightly shifted closer to you, now scanning the area for the intruder.
"miss bodyguard?" with a dramatic gasp, you heard rushed footsteps approach you. it was hard to miss the hues of indigo, pinks and blues in his eyes along with the striking dusky purple hair that was a little more visible thanks to the moonlight.
"r...rafayel?" it felt odd saying his name out loud, it almost made you feel a little schizophrenic.
just a bit.
"duh, who else would it be? what are you doing here in the N-109 zone at this hour. also, the hell are you wearing? so not creative or fashionable." rafayel questioned, of course, not forgetting to throw in his snarky little insults along with it.
"what's wrong with what i'm wearing?" you glared at him.
"it's the middle of february and you're dressed like it's a hundred degrees outside." the lemurian smirked down at you.
you cursed at yourself for going to bed in shorts and a thin shirt. well, to be fair, it's a cute snoopy set. also, who in the hell could've predicted this to happen!?
"she wanted to have a little sleepover with the wanderers that lurk around here." the dragon teased, making your face heat up.
"i did not." you mumbled under your breath.
"uh-huh, you're not really in the position to defend that claim." rafayel egged further.
"whatever, what are you doing here? you usually don't go out of your way to come to the N-109 zone." you tried to change the subject, remembering from his anecdotes that he usually has third party people as his "networks" to gain intel.
"just some business you shouldn't sweat your pretty little head over, cutie. but, you know, we should really talk about what your business is with the leader of onychinus." he cocked an eyebrow, his eyes flickering between you and sylus.
"it's nothing, uh, i don't even know him." you chuckled nervously, making sylus look at you with a sharp look.
"is that so, kitten? you wound me. and here i thought we had something more than just... acquaintances. i guess those nights of naughty touches, kisses and naked glances mean nothing to you, right?" sylus shamelessly bullet-pointed, his tone dropping an octave lower as your cheeks grew warm.
on the other hand, rafayel's eyes widened at the revelation.
"you fucked the leader of onychinus?! woah, woah, woah, pause. what about everything that happened between us?? we had sex in my bathtub, the hotel and don't forget-" he was flabbergasted, only to be cut off by sylus.
"you were messing around with this half-baked fish, sweetie? i'm disappointed in your taste. if you planned on two-timing, you could've selected a better opponent for me. this is just... offensive." he snarked, his red eyes beaming with irritation as he looked at rafayel, who's face grew dark from his brash words.
"what did you say to me, you fucking crow? half-baked fish? i'm the god of tides, a majestic lemurian. you dare to speak to me like that?" rafayel's voice became husky, languid footsteps towards the other man.
"h-hey, hey, let's all calm down. there's a very logical and reasonable explanation, i swear." you tried to mediate between them, but it didn't seem like they planned on giving a flying shit about what you had to say any time soon.
"y/n? there you are. i've been blowin' up your phone for hours. thought a wanderer got to you and i got worried about how i'd pay the rent by myself." xavier walked from the shadows, his words laced with a gentle joke as he approached you and the other two men.
holy fuck, this was not good.
"and who are you guys?" the ash-blonde male asked, eyes narrowing before looking down at you.
"xavier." you meeked, not even knowing what to say anymore.
"why are you seeing other guys, y/n? am i not enough? you know i don't like it when you hide things from me. i thought you learned your lesson after i punished you for choosing lumiere over me." xavier now towered over you, his voice laced with envy as you gulped.
fuck, fuck, fuck.
"xavier, i promise i can explain. this is all just a-" you tried to somehow pull an excuse out of your ass, but your brain was fogging up.
"pipsqueak?"
"y/n? what an odd place to be at during such an odd hour, you left your patient copy in my office."
two other figures emerged from the sides, making your eyes close in disbelief, wishing that you could somehow disappear from the face of earth right now.
why the fuck are they all here.
at the same time.
"you've got to be kidding me." you covered your face with the palm of your hands.
"caleb? i thought you were dead." zayne spoke in a monotone, glancing at his childhood friend.
"wow, i missed you too, zayne." caleb rolled his eyes, sarcasm dripping from his words. however, the small spark of tension barely lasted before caleb looked back at you.
"care to explain why you're in such a dangerous zone at this time? you know you can't hide from me, pipsqueak. what connections do you have here? who are you seeing? was locking you up in the attic not enough for you?" caleb lectured, his voice gruff before zayne decided to add on to the fire.
"you're utterly reckless, your heart condition isn't getting any better." zayned pushed the frame of his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
all five on them now circled you, bickering and arguing with each other along with bombarding you with questions. you balled your fists in annoyance and frustration.
"shut up! oh my fucking god, i don't know, okay?! i don't know how i ended up here, so stop asking me. fuckin' hell, i can't even get a moment to breathe or think because all of you little shits won't shut up for a second!" you snapped as you stood up, making all of them look at you with surprised eyes.
you gulped, feeling a little cornered as you have five insanely tall, broad and buff men look down at you; like helpless prey.
caleb was the first person to break the momentary silence, grabbing your arm to pull you towards him.
"let's go home, pipsqueak. i'll cook your favorite tonight since it's valentines day." he smiled, only for your other arm to be tugged backwards as you yelped.
"home? her home is with me, we're roommates. i think you got the wrong person." xavier calmly replied, but his words were laced with venom.
"she's going nowhere with either of you. she's my bodyguard and i need her to come back with me to my studio. y'know, in case some scary wanderers are lurkin' around." rafayel pushed xavier to the side, intertwining his fingers with yours before giving you a charming smile as he attempted to walk off; only to bump into someone.
"i don't think so. she's been out here for so long, i might need to give her an exam to make sure she's okay." zayne cleared his throat, pinching the bridge of his nose.
you felt like you were the rope being tugged in tug-of-war. sylus deeply sighed at the situation and before you knew it; in one smooth swoop you were now in the strong arms of the leader of onychinus.
"what fools. she's in the N-109 zone for a reason. for me, of course. come on, sweetie, you must be freezing. let's go inside." sylus look down at you with a gentle smile playing on his lips.
you groaned, squirming out of his hold as sylus let you, watching you get back on your feet.
"this is ridiculous! you all are acting like a bunch of kids, fighting over me like i'm some kind of toy. none of you own me!" you stood your ground.
"fine, then why don't you choose?" sylus scoffed, crossing his arms. you grew quiet, looking at each of them before averting your gaze to the ground.
"i... i can't." you whispered.
"you can't? or you don't want to?" xavier snickered.
"you're the one who's been toying with us. we deserve an explanation, no?" rafayel grinned.
"explanations are too time-consuming, actions speak louder than words. so, how are you gonna fix it, y/n?" hazel eyes peered at you with intensity through the glass lenses.
everything happened so fast, you didn't know who swiped your panties off or unclasped your bra.
you felt betrayed at how they evilly plotted against you, telepathically agreeing to punish you for your unfaithfulness. what happened to hating each other? so, here you were now, splayed on the soft mattress in sylus's room; like art on a display.
they drank in the sight of you, perky tits spilled out as the smooth glaze of your skin glimmered under the dim lighting of the room. their eyes were full of hunger, eye-fucking you as you grew shy under their intense gazes.
"s-stop staring at me like that." you whined, looking away as your face reddened at the attention.
you felt someone stroking your thighs, making you shudder as you looked in front of you, seeing caleb gripping the supple fat of your plush thighs.
"never knew you were such a dirty little slut, princess. all these years of knowing you... and to think you were capable of this? how naughty." caleb smirked, prying your thighs open as you gasped.
but, your lips would soon be sealed with zaynes as he kissed you roughly. his pillow-soft lips molded with yours, the smacking sound of saliva filled the room. a big, veiny hand came up to cup your cheek gently as he slid his tongue inside your mouth, licking the wet muscle before sucking it.
caleb used his thumb to spread your soaked folds apart, watching the lewd string of your arousal connect them both. your clit was puffy from being neglected, a sheen of wetness covering your cunt; making his mouth salivate. he leaned down, mouth hovering above your pussy.
"fuckin' beautiful." caleb swore under his breath, the warm air fanning above your aching cunt, giving you goosebumps. you moaned into zayne's mouth, feeling caleb's warm and wet tongue lick a fat stripe up your cunt.
"hope you didn't forget about us, cutie." rafayel pouted, licking at your nipple before wrapping his lips on the swollen pebble. sylus soon followed his footsteps, greedily kneading at your other tit before leaning down and pressing open-mouthed kisses on the soft mound.
meanwhile, xavier's lips were buried in your neck as he punished you with licks and bites on the expanse of your unmarked flesh.
"ngh~ xavier!" you whimpered against zayne's lips, the doctor now nibbling on your bottom lip.
he licked the side of your neck before softly clamping his teeth down, suckling and leaving a purplish bruise. as a soothing apology, xavier kitten-licked the fresh mark before moving down to your collarbone with wet kisses.
caleb continued to lap at your wet cunt, his saliva mixed with your juices dripped down his chin. the tip of his tongue circled your clit before suckling on it, making your legs tremble as a moan ripped out of your throat as you tried to close your legs.
"f-fuck.. hnghh.." you cried out, feeling him plant his palms on your inner thighs, forcing you to keep them open. caleb peered up at you from between your thighs, amethyst eyes glaring at you as his lips were glossy.
"don't interrupt me when i'm eating." he huskily spoke before slapping your dripping pussy, producing a wet 'pap!' noise. you yelped because of your increased sensitivity, not having enough time to recover before he dove back in.
with one last wet smooch, zayne released your lips before crawling down right next to his childhood friend. they exchanged a quick look, a mischievous smirk dancing on the colonel's lips.
"oh? was my tongue not enough for you, princess?" he lowly spoke, pinching your inner thigh as you bit your bottom lips.
"ahh... need z-zayne to help... please?" you begged, making him scoff. zayne couldn't help but grin with pride, your words stroking his ego a little.
"you heard her, move." zayne pushed caleb a little to squeeze himself between your legs, taking off his glasses before throwing them to the side. caleb, utterly betrayed, seethed with jealousy.
"so that's how you wanna play? fine." caleb accepted it as a challenge, but of course, he won't let neither of you get the last word.
zayne ignored his little childish outburst, digging in as his scarred hands rested on your lower stomach before his fingers stroked the expanse of it, gently moving to the side to hold your hips; caressing your smooth skin while tracing the faint stretch marks decorating it.
your puffy clit peaked out of your wet slit, making zayne lean down to press a wet smooch on it. you shuddered, mouth gaping open as your breathing quickened. zayne dragged his tongue up your sopping folds slow and languidly, the tip of his tongue digging into your wet pussy. the difference in how zayne and caleb ate you out was clear. caleb liked to eat your honeyed cunt like a starved dog, as if it was his last meal; unlike zayne, who liked to take his time and savor the taste of your sweet cunt.
"mhmmm.... zaynee~" you slurred his name, drunk in pleasure as he took his time to lap at your pussy, suckling and nibbling on your clit. amethyst eyes bore into the back of zayne's head, fuming with anger and envy.
caleb's fingers dug into your thighs, making you wince in pain but soon it deliciously simmered into the pleasure you were getting from zayne's tongue. the colonel snickered, watching how slick your pussy was from saliva and your juices, deciding to toy with you as revenge.
you felt the pads of caleb's middle and ring finger brush against your hole, probing the tight opening. you groan, feeling him push in both fingers at once.
"c-caleb!" you stuttered out, feeling him scissor his fingers in and out of your tight hole; the thickness and length of his digits rubbing you in all the right places.
suddenly, xavier roughly grabbed your jaw, squishing your chubby cheeks in his hands; forcing you to look at him. the expression on his face was dark, eyes clouded with lust and possessiveness.
"you seem to be enjoying yourself, dirty girl. you like having four other guys touch you, hm? this mouth is fucking filthy, maybe i should clean it, yeah?" he smirked, blue eyes sharply peering down at you.
"x-xav.." you were cut off by his grip tightening just a little more, making you wince.
"shhh... not another word, my dumb little girl. now i just wanna hear you gagging on my cock, 'kay?" xavier unbuckled his belt before unzipping his pants. he pulled the waistband of his boxers down, making his hard cock spring against his abs, your eyes widening at the sight.
his dick didn't have a lot of girth, but fuck it was long. xavier tapped the blush pink tip of his leaky cock on your lips, spreading his precum all over them like it was your own personal gloss. his thumb rested on your chin before pulling it down, forcing your mouth to open as he slid his cock in; the ash-blonde male let out a shaky sigh.
both sylus and rafayel continued to paw at your tits, biting and sucking on your nipples. with a lewd 'pop!', they released your swollen bud, eyeing their shared masterpiece as your tits were littered with hickies and trails of saliva.
"why don't you return the favor, sweetie? these cute little hands of yours seem empty." sylus gives you a toothy grin, bringing your hand to the tent forming on his pants, making you palm him through them. a deep groan escaped his lips as your hand stroked him through the rough fabric of his leather pants.
rafayel now sat on his knees by your other side, grabbing your wrist before bringing it up to his lips. he kissed the soft, warm flesh of your wrist; inhaling the scent of your skin as he let out a moan.
"you smell so fucking good. god, it's driving me insane." he breathed out, licking your pulse point before gently biting down on it. rafayel continued to sniff and kiss your wrist, using his other free hand to undo his pants and pull his aching cock out; stroking it as it throbbed in his palms. he teased his slit, spreading the sticky precum all over the tip.
your eager hands fumbled with sylus's belt as you tried to undo it, a little difficult because your mouth was still full of xavier's cock and forced you to maintain eye contact with him; as if looking at anyone else in this room would make his existence perish. but, sylus decided to be kind enough and help you because who is he to deny you?
you dug your hand inside his boxers, eyes widening as you realized that you couldn't even fully grasp his dick. he was fucking hung, thick and long, not lacking in any area. a guttural moan escaped his lips, feeling your soft fingers caressing his balls.
you took out his cock from the confinement of his boxers, stroking the shaft of it as your fingers teased the throbbing vein that ran on the underside curve of his dick. sylus threw his head back in pleasure, a soft whimper heard as his chest heaved.
"feels so fuckin' good, sweetie." he praised, your hand still lazily moving up and down his thick meat.
you felt the tip of zayne's nose nudging your clit, providing more stimulation as he continued his assault on your sopping wet cunt; his tongue flicking at a leisurely pace between your folds. caleb matched the rhythm of zayne's tongue, finger-fucking you with deep and hard strokes.
your moans were muffled by xavier's cock as he drove his hips into your mouth; your cheeks hollowing as you tried to not graze the skin of his dick with your teeth. you could hear the soft grunts and whimpers falling from his lips, eyes closed in bliss as he still had your cheeks firmly squished between his fingers.
"fuck yeah... you were made for this, takin' my cock so well." xavier breathed out, slender fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled your head closer.
you could feel the pressure of zaynes tongue slurping your clit along with caleb's fingers abusing your cervix collide. the familiar knot began to settle in your lower stomach, making your thighs tremble as your eyes screwed shut, toes curling in pleasure.
caleb could feel your walls contracting, you were definitely close and as much as he would love to see you cream all over his fingers; you've been cruelly unfair to him.
xavier lazily opened his eyes, cerulean orbs looking down at you half-lidded. he scoffed, watching your face flush as saliva trickled down the corner of your mouth. you opened your eyes briefly, he watched as they rolled back from the pleasure you were recieving from your childhood friends.
he pulled his cock out of your mouth, glaring down at you.
"nghhh~ p-please..!" you mumbled against his tip, crying out in pleasure as you tried to kick your leg forward to get away from the two men ravaging your pussy. however, both caleb and zayne pinned your legs down.
"focus on me." xavier scowled, and in one swift and hard thrust, his cock slid down your throat as far as you could take him. your eyes blew wide open, as you gagged on his dick. he was being nice earlier, but now you really pissed him off.
you had the nerve to think about those two when he was being kind enough to rinse that dirty mouth of yours with his cock?
"fuckin' ungrateful brat, ignoring me when i'm stuffing this filthy mouth full of my dick." he panted, fucking your face as tears streamed down your face and drool dripped down your chin.
zayne and caleb continued their combined attack, making you scream as your felt zayne sucking on your clit harder while caleb's fingers continued to rub against your walls at a faster pace.
suddenly, all sensation was lost as caleb pulled out his fingers while simultaneously grabbing onto the back of zayne's head with his free hand; yanking his hair back to unlatch his mouth from your weeping cunt. your eyes widened as tears streamed down your face, your hole pulsating at the feeling of nothing.
"only good girls get to cum." caleb darkly chuckled, zayne wincing in slight pain as he swatted the hand that yanked his hair.
"do that again and i'll fucking kill you." zayne murmured, making caleb roll his eyes.
"mmphh...!" your cries were muffled as xavier continued to use your throat as his personal fuckhole. he continued to shove his dick deeper, a small bulge forming on your throat as he pressed against it.
"there we go." xavier grinned sadistically, continuing to chase his high.
"h-hahhh... fuck, gonna cum." he panted, face flushing as he threw his head back, driving his hips forward. you could feel his cock twitch in your mouth, before he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you towards his lower stomach; shoving his cock deep in your throat one last time as your nose was buried in his soft pubes.
"shit.. shit- hnghh... take it- fuck, take it all." xavier moaned, his thick cum painting your throat as he came so much. your mouth became overloaded with his cum, leaking through the corner of your lips as you tried to swallow as much as you could. he pulled out, watching your gasp for air as you coughed.
"what do you say, slut?" he darkly asked.
"t-thank you." you breathed out, voice croaking.
"good girl." xavier smiled wickedly, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb, your tongue peeking out to lick it.
with the intense throat-fucking session with xavier and the cruel denial of your orgasm, you forgot about sylus who was still painfully hard in your hand.
"come on, sweetie, i know you could do better. want some help? yes, no, maybe so?" sylus whispered huskily, leaning down to bite your ear before kissing your temple.
"s-sorry.." you sniffled, still extremely sensitive.
"poor baby, don't cry. i'll help you." he cooed, grabbing your hand before spitting on it. the warm feeling of his spit made you shiver, he brought your hand to his cock; guiding you as you used your spit coated hand to grab his dick again.
this time, his hand firmly stayed on yours, tightening the grip. the silver haired male moaned, moving your joined hands up and down his throbbing cock; fucking your wet fist.
"hnghh... yeah, f-fuck..." sylus panted, thrusting his hips into the makeshift hole he made using your hand. his foxy eyes narrowed, bright ruby orbs rolling back as he rasped out swears from the absolute pleasure he was feeling.
rafayel hovered above your naked torso, his pretty cock resting on the valley between your tits. he grabbed his dick, giving it a few strokes, whimpering at his own touch before looking down at you.
"you're so beautiful." the lemurian whispered through labored breaths, face flushed as his mixed indigo eyes peeked at you through a half-lidded lust-filled stare.
rafayel swallowed harshly, guiding the tip of his leaky cock to your nipple; circling the hard bud as his precum coated it. your breath hitched, watching him use his hard cock to paint streaks of his precum all over the expanse of your hickey-littered chest.
he then spat on his hand, rubbing his spit all over his dick to lubricate it before settling it between your soft tits. using both of his hands, he squished your tits together to squeeze his warm cock between them. the whimper leaving his mouth was almost embarrassing from how loud and needy it was.
without a second more of hesitation, rafayel began to rut his hips forward, thrusting between your tits. he stroked your nipples before using his thumb and index finger, pinching the swollen buds and rolling them between his fingers.
"ahhh~ rafayel! f-feels good...!" you moaned, watching the blush pink tip of his cock peek through your cleavage every time he motioned his hips forward.
"hnghh... love your tits so much, cutie. so soft... so tasty and cute." he breathes out a small chuckled, eyebrows pinched in pleasure as he continued to thrust his cock between your boobs. his precum coated the valley of your tits, making it easier for him to slide between them.
while he continued his ministrations of using your titties to fuck himself, you focused on making sylus cum. you increased the pace of your hands, feeling his hand tightening the grip on yours, the vein on his cock pulsating as frequent deep whimpers left his lips. your thumb caught his slit, teasing it as he could feel his balls tighten.
"hmm... gonna make me cum, kitten." he groans, continuing to pump his cock using your hand until you felt the warm, thick wads of his cum dribble down your fingers. his hands slightly trembled, chest heaving as he tried to compose himself.
"fuck, that was... so hot." sylus chuckled, releasing your hand as he watched you bring your cum covered fingers to your mouth; licking his release as you hummed in approval.
he could feel himself get instantly hard again from such an erotic sight.
"you're mean, darling." he shook his head, making you grin.
you broke away your gaze from sylus, watching rafayel fall apart as he desperately groped your tits.
"h-hahhh... need y..-your help, cutie! please?" he pathetically begged, swallowing harshly as his hips stuttered. rafayel grabbed your wrist once more, smelling your scent and licking your flesh; groaning at how intoxicated you made him feel. the tip of his tongue traced your fingers before encasing them with his soft lips, sucking and biting on your digits; indigo eyes looking at you with a pleading look.
you smirked, knowing that it'd be easy to tease him. you were basically at all of their mercy, but knowing you still had just a little bit of power against him at least; it made your heart beat in your pussy.
"you poor thing, need my help?" you pouted, faux sympathy written all over your face. the others watched in amusement and rafayel's horny-fucked brain couldn't even have the dignity to feel embarrassed.
"p-please... promise i'll be good, so good." he breathed out and you smiled in satisfaction, sitting up before pushing him back. rafayel now sat on the mattress, hungry eyes watching you sit back on your knees.
you leaned down, squishing his cock between your tits before sliding them up and down. rafayel's eyes screwed shut in pleasure, countless of goans and whimpers slipping out of his tongue; showering you endlessly with praise.
"y-yeah cutie, just like that... nghhh~ gonna make me cum." rafayel shamelessly moaned, mouth gape open as his breathing was uneven. you stuck your tongue out, lapping at his tip before wrapping your lips around it; suckling on it as if it was a lollipop.
you rubbed your tits together on his shaft, using your mouth to suck the rest. your drool trickled down from his swollen tip to the squishy tight slit created by your tits; making his cock slide with ease. the sounds produced was obscene, shlick shlick shlick. rafayel could feel his body tremble in pleasure, stroking your hair as his balls twitched.
"gonna cum! h-hahhh... p-please, cutie!" his lips were swollen from how much he bit them. soon enough, his hot cum was painting your tits, dripping down your nipples as his cock throbbed.
"fuck.." rafayel sighed, stroking your cheek as he glanced at what he did.
mentally clicking a picture to remember for the rest of his life when he fucks his fist to the thought of you.
"better?" you innocently batted your eyelashes, looking up at him with a dazed expression.
"you little minx." his breath hitched as you turned your face to the side, catching his thumb between your lips to give it a small suck before biting it playfully.
"you seem to be enjoying yourself a little too much, brat." you heard a daring voice break the moment, looking up to see a mean caleb glowering down at you.
you swallowed harshly, looking at rafayel for some help, but the cheeky lemurian only grinned at you; eyes twinkling with trouble as he moved away.
"you like being used like this, don't you? have you forgotten who's in control here?" now, xavier came into view as he scoffed, taking in your pitiful state.
"i think it's time that you learn your place." caleb suddenly pushed you towards the ash-blonde haired male, making you gasp as you were now sitting on his waist; hands pressed against his bare chest. you could feel the curve of xavier's hard cock press against your ass, making you unknowingly grind against the throbbing length of it to seek for some friction.
"tch, look at you. you're like a fuckin' bitch in heat." xavier snickers, holding down your hips with a bruising grip, making you wince. you felt the tip of his dick slip between your wet folds, his hands maneuvering your hips to help you glide on him. a breathy whimper leaves your lips, feeling his sticky tip caress your achy clit.
you hear the clinking sound of caleb's belt being undone and in what felt like mere seconds; you could feel his warm body heat radiating behind you. his lips grazed your nape, the tip of his nose gliding on your skin. he left wet kisses all over your neck and shoulder, trailing down the deep passage of your spine; making you arch forwards from your increased sensitivity.
xavier on the other hand fondled your tits, pinching and twisting your nipples. his fingers moved down, brushing against your hips. suddenly, you felt his tip prodding your tight hole, making you gulp.
they were all so fucking big and thick, you were wondering how you'd take them all. god, you couldn't even use process of elimination to figure out who'd be less painful to take in.
however, all that thinking flew straight out of your ears as xavier planted his feet on the mattress; harshly thrusting upwards into you. a croaky moan ripped out of your throat, your head lolling back to caleb's chest as you breathed heavy.
although xavier wasn't that thick, he was long as fuck; he couldn't even bottom out fully inside your cunt. you could feel his tip kissing your cervix. while caleb continued to place bite marks and lick at his work, xavier paid no mind to his counterpart; fucking you at a brutal pace.
"hnghh~ a-aahh... xav! w-wait!" you tried to slow him down, but that only made him go faster. he grabbed your hands which were resting on his lower stomach, pulling you forwards as you fell on his chest; away from caleb's touch.
the colonel scowled at the loss of your skin, glaring at the ash-blonde male in front of him. xavier didn't care, his hand finding purchase to the supple fatty flesh on your ass, spanking you hard as you yelped in pain and pleasure. your eyes squeezed shut, trying to form coherent words.
"you know i hate it when you don't look at me while i'm fucking you. open your eyes, y/n." he tapped your face, forcing you to look down at him. you bit your lips, trying to prevent another moan from flying out of your mouth, feeling xavier's cock rub your wet velvety walls just right.
his tip continued to bruise your cervix, his thrusts were deep and hard as he made sure you felt every inch of him in you. a ring of cream began to form at the base of his shaft, your juices dripping down to coat his heavy balls as you felt your thighs burning.
"hope you didn't forget about me, princess." caleb whispered, hovering behind you as you felt him grope your ass cheek. your eyes widened as you felt him spread them, his index finger gently grazing your other untouched tight hole.
"nghh.. wait, caleb! h-hahhh, never did it there before." you confessed, making him chuckle.
"well then, i'm glad to be your first here. don't worry, i'll make sure you're ready for me." caleb's words did seem genuine but rather because of the fact that he was about to touch you and feel you somewhere no one ever has.
you nodded at his words, too fucked out to even care about anything else. you were more focused on cumming, your cunt puffy and weeping from being neglected the last time your orgasm was denied; thanks to caleb.
so, you definitely didn't wanna get on his bad side again.
caleb spat on his fingers, bring it down to your ass before spreading the sticky spit on your hole. you soon felt his wet digit push through the tight ring of muscle, making you wince in pain as you breathed heavily.
"f-fuck... hurts.." you whined, but it would soon dissipate as xavier continued to drill into your pussy, distracting you from the pain of having caleb's finger in your ass.
it took some time but eventually the colonel was able to finger-fuck your ass with two of his fingers, meanwhile, xavier thrusted up into your leaky pussy that sheathed his throbbing cock. the ash-blonde haired male rubbed your clit to provide some more stimulation, your body trembling once you felt caleb withdrawing his fingers from inside you.
caleb sat on his knees, spreading your ass once more before leaning in, the tip of his tongue dragging from where you and xavier were connected; all the way up to your ass hole.
"ah! caleb!" you cried out, feeling him land a glob of spit on the tight hole before pulling away. caleb grabbed the base of his cock, his tip was a reddish-purple; angrily weeping precum as he stroked himself a few times. you could hear him groan behind you before feeling his wet tip squish against your hole.
"c'mere." caleb commanded, a hand coming down to gently grab your jaw, pulling you back to him. he tilts your head up, making you look into his eyes; leaning down to press his lips on yours in a searing kiss.
that's when you felt the burning stretch of his fat tip pushing past the tight ring of muscle in your ass, a pained cry leaving your lips, only to be muffled as he swallowed it; not letting go of your lips. tears pricked your eyes, feeling him slowly feed his cock into your tight ass, inch by inch.
the kiss with caleb was rough and messy, full of tongue and spit. the wet smacking sound of his lips clashing with yours as he drinks in your moans was so erotic. as his cock was now thrusted deep in your ass, he was kind enough to let you adjust to his size. his hand still firmly grabbing your jaw in place to not break away from the kiss while the other played with your tits.
meanwhile, xavier continued to give you nice slow and soft thrusts in your cunt, paying close attention to stimulate your clit. you were so full of both of their cocks, your mind was blank.
all you thought of was dick, dick, dick.
it was embarrassing and greedy, how full they made you feel, how good the burn felt as they both stretched out your holes.
it was definitely a pornographic sight.
as you grew used to having both of them inside you, caleb was the first to quicken his pace, pistoning his hips into you as his cock began to rub your walls. following in suit, xavier tried to match his rhythm, fucking your cunt with more rigor. your mouth gaped wide open, unable to respond to caleb's kiss anymore as you were too cock drunk.
"a-a..ahh! nghh~ feels so good!" you cried out in pleasure, feeling them both rub against the thin barrier that separated the two. you could feel your lower stomach churn in pleasure, your eyes rolling back as you began to drool from the corner of your mouth.
"what a dumb little slut, fucked your brains out already?" you heard xavier darkly chuckle, pinching your clit as you yelped at the sudden sharp sensation.
"p-please... wanna cum so bad! x..-xav.." your throat was parched as you tried to control your breathing, your lower stomach tightening as you could feel the familiar build-up of your orgasm.
"tch, you're moaning his name when i'm stuffing you full of my dick? where are your manners, pipsqueak?" caleb's tone was gravely, glaring at you with a look that could only make your knees grow weak, his grip on your jaw tightening just a little to remind you he was still here; balls deep in you.
"s-sor.. hgnhh.. sorry! please, c..caleb.." you stammered out, feeling the alternating push and withdraw of their cocks syncing together; turning your brain into mush.
displeased with your switch up, xavier yanked you forwards by your arm, squishing your cheeks together.
"you deceitful vixen, running to him when you don't get what you want? i'm the one taking care of this slutty pussy and you have the nerve to beg him? the fuck is wrong with you." xavier seethed with anger, his hips bucking into yours with more intensity; making you wail out in pleasure.
"i'm sor-" you tried to helplessy apologize again, only to be pulled back by caleb; the start of a tug-of-war as if you were a toy.
"don't fucking apologize to him, princess. you're mine, so when i say that you can cum, then you cum." caleb whispered, making you shiver as you sniffled out a cry.
"please.. fuck, please- i can't! t..too much.." you whimpered, making them both scoff.
"you can take it." both caleb and xavier sneered, making you whine.
"ungrateful brat, wanting us both and now you're saying it's too much?" xavier slapped your clit, making you jolt. you felt caleb bite down on your shoulder, the cold metal of his dog tag pressed against your warm, flushed skin.
you felt them twitch inside you, throbbing thick cocks rubbing against your insides. caleb and xavier continued to slide in and out of you, making your body grow hot.
"fuck, fuck, please! s-so close..!" you breathed out, feeling xavier's thrusts grow sloppy as with one final hard thrust; he emptied his balls inside you. his thick, warm cum filled your cunt as you quivered, his hips still rolling back in you.
your head was spinning, both of their scents were intoxicating. their hands were groping, slapping and stroking every bit of skin exposed to their lustful eyes. both caleb and xavier's thrusts held no mercy, battering your cunt and ass as your thighs felt like jelly. you squealed, feeling your walls tightening as you desperately squirmed, trying to lift yourself off and escape.
"where are you going? don't run away, i'm not done yet." caleb yanked you back to him. caleb's grunts and groans got louder by your ear, his arm wrapping around your stomach to hold you down in place; his cock fully in your ass as he shot fat wads of his sticky cum.
before you could process anything, they sadistically exchanged a cruel smirk, pulling out of you as your holes gushed out an obscene amount of their mixed cum.
"n-no! no! hnghh.. w-why.." you sobbed at the loss of contact, the fullness of their cocks gone as your orgasm was destroyed for the second time.
"since we weren't enough, why don't you go ask the others." caleb pushed you to the side, making you collapse on the mattress as tears ran down your cheek.
you looked up and noticed sylus and rafayel looking down at you, an unwavering glint pinned on your ruined form as they waited for your next move. it was humiliating, how you were begging them to let you cum; but it was too much.
you were going insane, needing some relief.
you weakly crawled to sylus and rafayel, sniffling as your body began to shake. your thighs were dripping with xavier and caleb's cum, your messy holes pulsing and aching.
"sy.. raf.. please, make me cum. i-i... i promise i'll be a good girl." you desperately pleaded, fat teardrops running down your flushed cheeks; making them both groan as your pathetic state only made their cocks harden.
"poor little kitten, they were so mean to you, weren't they?" sylus cooed as he wiped your tears away, tone honeyed with gentleness but with an undertone of mischief.
you nodded helplessly, leaning into his touch as you nuzzled your cheeks into his palm. you kissed the inside of his hand, licking the warm and rough skin.
just like a kitten.
sylus grinned at your antics, amused at how compliant you were. however, he wasn't that mean; he'd humor you.
"need us to make her feel better, cutie?" rafayel teasingly spoke, long fingers running across your slit as you whimpered; the tip of his digits circling your clit.
"mmphh, y-yes... please.." you bit down on your lip, tasting the metallic taste of blood.
"alright, sweetie. we'll help you." sylus chortled, leaning against the headboard. he grabbed your hips, spinning you around in one fluid motion, your back now facing him. he then lifted you up before placing you on his waist, as if you weighed nothing.
you yelped as sylus hooked his beefy arms under your thighs, pulling them up to your head; putting you in a mean full nelson. the sudden pressure and stretch made your cunt gush out more of the cum that was fucked into you earlier, soaked pussy lips spread apart as you were now exposed and on display in a very vulnerable position.
"s-sylus!" you shyly meeked, making him hum.
"what? don't be selfish, sweetie. you know the fish is an artist, let him see this masterpiece." sylus bit your earlobe.
rafayel settled between sylus's legs, now in front of you as he shamelessly stared at your messy folds. he salivated as it took everything in him to not just lean down and makeout with your tempting cunt.
"stop lookin'." you whined, feeling how intense his gaze was. however, rafayel just gave you a breathy chuckle.
"why not? she's sooooo pretty." he licked his lips, flashing you a boyish grin, making your heart leap into your throat.
the lemurian lowered his head, pressing gentle kisses on your soft stomach, dragging his lips up your navel until he reached your tits. he sighed in bliss, smoothering his face between your boobs as he kissed and licked the mounds of flesh.
his dick rested on top of your pussy, sticky tip parting your folds as he rutted his hips; sliding the length of his cock against your slick covered cunt. his tip repeatedly nudged your clit, rubbing it as you moaned in bliss from the heavenly contact.
your hand found purchase in his dusky, purple hair; carding your fingers through his soft locks. you tugged on his hair, making him moan as the vibration rumbling from his lips were felt on your nipple as he sucked; making you choke out a moan.
the silver haired male kissed your temple, smiling.
"come on, sweetie, need you to hold your legs up for me so i can take care of you." his voice was groggy, releasing your legs before grabbing your hands to help you lift them as you obeyed.
"there you go, good girl." sylus praised, grabbing the base of his cock, swiping it a few times between your messy folds, nudging his tip on your hole. you moaned at the feel of his cock deliciously rubbing against your aching pussy.
"p-please... nghh- no more teasing." you were breathless, feeling rafayel once again capture your nipple in his mouth, suckling as if his purpose in life was to worship your tits.
"if you say so, sweetie." sylus compliantly shoved his inches in you, feeding your greedy hole his hard dick. your jaw dropped, eyes rolling back as his fat girth stretched your cunt; sliding in with ease because of your arousal along with xavier and caleb's shared cum.
rafayel watched your hole eagerly swallow up sylus's cock, gulping at the sight as his dick was painfully hard; globs of precum dripping onto your clit.
"so tight even after all that? how cute." sylus lets out a huff, slowly moving his hips upwards to give you some slow and deep strokes; tip squishing against your cervix.
"h-hnghh... fuck... feels so good, sy." you moaned, turning your head to the side to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. he happily accepted, sucking on your bottom lip before swiping his tongue against it for permission to explore your mouth.
his hands firmly grabbed your hips before planting his feet on the mattress, grounding both himself and you before pounding upwards into your dripping cunt. your mouth flew open from his sudden shift in pace, and he took that chance to shove his tongue in your mouth; exploring every cavern and crevice. both of your tongues mingled and tangled, sucking and licking as drool trickled down your chin.
"fuck, cutie... you look so hot like this; it's tempting. i can't let the crow have all the fun now, can i?" rafayel's fingers stroked your thigh, leaning down to kiss your plush thighs, gently biting the soft skin.
"ahhh... raf.." you whimpered, biting your lip as you feel his tip poke your ass hole. you released one of your legs, pressing your foot on his chest to stop him.
"hm?" the lemurian tilts his head in confusion at your sudden action, stopping his advances.
"n-not there... need you and sy at the same time.." you licked your dry lips, words barely coming out as a whisper. rafayel's eyes widened at your request, sylus's ruby orbs mirroring the same bewilderment.
"naughty girl, you want us both in this sweet cunt of yours? you think you can handle it?" sylus teased, a cocky smirk painted on his lips.
you nodded frantically, your foot running down rafayel's chest as you looked up at him with a cheeky smile; eyes barely open as you gazed at him with a dazed look.
"i can handle it, p-promise." you assured, making rafayel grin.
"well you heard her, crow. make some space." he grabbed the base of his shaft, now aligning his cock with your hole that was already occupied with sylus's thick cock. the silver haired male scoffed, rolling his eyes before momentarily stopping his thrusts; letting rafayel ease into you.
a screamish-moan ripped out of your throat, your walls clamping instinctively on both of their cocks; both men grunting in response as the space became tighter. your eyes swelled with tears, the salty warm fluid streaming down your cheeks as you tried to adjust to the painful stretch of having two giant cocks lodged in your cunt at the same time.
"shh... there, there, pretty girl. it's okay." rafayel tried to console you, his words barely making it to a full sentence before his voice betrayed him; a strangled whimper slipping off his tongue.
"i gotcha, sweetie." sylus mumbled against the skin of your nape, his hand snaking around your waist, fingers finding your clit as he began to rub soothing circles on the bundle of nerves to distract you.
the both of them allowed you to adjust to their cocks, providing additional stimulation to help you relax so that your walls aren't as tense. rafayel's teeth grazed your nipples, teasing and flicking the pebbled buds while sylus's fingers worked their magic to affectionately pinch and stroke your clit.
"nghh~ feels good... hnnghh- need more." you whined, moving your hips on your own accord, wincing as you could feel both of their dicks rubbing against your velvety wet walls.
"ya sure you're ready, cutie? we have all night." rafayel let out a shaky laugh, half-joking.
"moveee." you bucked your hips, making sylus chuckle.
"someone's impatient, not that i mind." with that being said, sylus once again began to slowly thrust into your pussy. he grunted, feeling his cock graze against rafayel's, the sensation feeling a little weird but he ignored that fact.
rafayel moaned at the sudden friction, his hand wrapping around your calf to push it by your head; mirroring your other leg which you still held up obediently. rafayel leaned closer, pressing against you before latching his lips onto your; kissing you senselessly.
you moaned into his mouth, feeling the both of them pistoning into your tight, dripping hole. rafayel hissed as he felt your fingers tug his hair, angling your jaw to deepend the kiss.
the room was full of wet skin slapping followed by the lewd sound of your pussy gushing out your juices; coating their cocks in your arousal as it dribbled down to their balls. rafayel's lips continued to suck and kiss at your swollen and bitten once; his tongue suckling with yours before pulling away as a string of saliva connected you two.
he pushed himself off of you, bringing the leg he held for you towards him. he kissed your ankle, running the tip of his tongue down to your calf before kitten-biting the flesh of it.
"mmphh... you taste so fucking sweet." rafayel swore under his breath, thrusting his cock deeper into your weeping hole. sylus followed in suit, both of their tips bruising your cervix.
"shit... you're taking us both so well, sweetie." sylus praised, now matching the movement of his fingers that were once leisurely rubbing your clit to the pace of his thrusts.
in seconds, everything shifted.
their gazes darkened, clouded with need and hunger. you squealed, feeling both sylus and rafayel thrusting in and out of your cunt with no mercy as their movement didn't falter.
not once.
they were so perfectly synced together, as if they were one.
"a-ahhhh~... f-fuck! please, please, please! so close... god! i'm gonna cum!" you choked on your tears as you sobbed, the pleasure you were feeling was intense.
your eyes rolled back, toes curled as you were gasping for air. both men grunted and moaned; focusing on chasing their high.
"how bad you want it, kitten?" sylus groaned, fucking his hips upward as you whimpered.
"so bad, fuck, need it so bad!" you desperately answered, convinced that you wouldn't survive another ruined orgasm.
"yeah? ask nicely, where are your manners, cutie?" rafayel snickered, driving his hips into your; pelvis meeting yours with brutal thrusts that made your body jerk.
"h-hahhhh... oh my god...- please, please, please. let me cum? i promise i'll be good, so fuckin' good. please raf... sy... need it so bad." you threw out every last ounce of dignity within yourself to beg them with your last bit of voice.
both men, clearly satisfied with your answer, feed your cunt with their cocks using an unforgiving pace of thrusts. rafayel's hips were a bit sloppier, but they were fast and needy, like he was scared that you'd disappear. in contrast, sylus's pace was slow but his thrusts were hard and deep; making sure his tip met your cervix with every movement of his hips.
"fuck, fuck, fuck..." the silver haired male let out a guttural moan, eyes screwed shut as he could feel his cock pulsate; vein twitching as blood flowed with adrenaline.
rafayel shamelessly moaned on top of you, panting like a dog as he continued to fuck his dick into your wet hole.
"open your mouth." he demanded and too fucked out to even decipher his intentions, you obeyed. rafayel spat into your mouth, the thick glob of spit coating your tongue before you swallowed it.
"good girl." rafayel grunted, feeling his balls tightening as he was close to cumming as well.
your stomach knotted, the build-up of your orgasm even more stronger as your gummy walls clamped down on their cocks viciously.
"auughh~ i'm cumming! fuck.. hnghh..." you choked out a moan, eyes screwed shut as hot liquid squirted out of your cunt; coating rafayel's lower abdomen. you creamed on their cocks, body twitching as you feel both of them creampie you; shoving their sticky and gooey cum deep into your womb.
your juices and their cum dripped down your thigh, coating sylus's balls as you could hear his breathing become uneven from the aftermath of such intense pleasure. rafayel collapsed on top of you, still mindful to not crush you with his entire weight.
"so tired..." he childishly whined, biting your nipple playfully as you huffed.
"you're heavy, raf, get off." you grumbled, making him pout as he smoothered his face between your boobs once again.
"nah, you're too soft." he argued, making you roll your eyes.
"i feel sticky and gross.." you mumbled, noticing how the room was a bit more quieter. xavier was passed out on the couch and caleb left the room a few minutes ago for whatever reason; zayne watching the whole scene intently from the edge of the bed.
you locked eyes with him, noticing the slight blush on his face. he cleared his throat, looking away.
"perhaps a hot shower might be nice." he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"yeah, it does sound tempting." you hummed.
"need some help, sweetie?" sylus offered, but his tone had a hint of mischief.
"i got it." zayne suddenly spoke up, walking over to where you were sandwhiched between rafayel and sylus. he pushed the groggy lemurian over, making him groan.
"hey! i was comfy." rafayel complained, making the doctor roll his eyes.
"it's my place, surely i know my bathroom better." sylus snickered, making zayne narrow his eyes.
"if i could perfom hundreds of heart surgeries, i'm sure i can figure out how to work your damn shower." zayne snarked back with an equal amount of bite, making the silver haired male smirk.
"touche, she's all yours, doc." sylus chuckled.
zayne sighed, scooping you up in his arms before heading into the bathroom; locking the door behind him.
"you look... fucked." he blurted out, making you laugh at his dry comment.
"wow, thanks, i didn't know." you playfully rolled your eyes, making him crack a small smile.
"that was... intense. after you shower, i could get you some painkillers to help with any soreness. can you stand?" zayne asked with a flicker of concern in his hazel orbs, settling you on your legs and lightly loosening his grip; only for your knees to wobble as you held onto his bicep for support.
"i guess not." he answered his own question, making you chuckle.
"mind helping me out, doc?" you asked, peering up at him with a girly smile. zayne felt his heart skip a beat, heat creeping up to his neck.
it's not like this would be his first time being intimate with you, but you still made him feel incredibly nervous.
"if you insist, then i don't mind." his tone was soft and gentle. you smiled at his agreement, taking off his glasses. you leaned onto the sink for support, watching him undo his tie before unbuttoning his shirt; revealing his chiseled chest.
fuck, his physique was like a greek god.
he undid his belt, zipping down his pants before kicking them off together with his boxers; his cock springing to life as his pinkish tip was a little swollen while dripping with precum. you leaned forwards, now pressed against him as your bare chest rubbed against his.
zayne groaned at the intimate skinship, his cock rubbing against your soft thighs. your hand reached down, grabbing the shaft as you experimentally gave it a few strokes.
"let me take care of you." your voice was a bare whisper, making him shudder. but, to your surprise, he shook his head.
"no, you don't have to do this for me, i'll get myself off or something. just ignore it, okay?" zayne tried to convince you, but it only made you frown.
"but i want to... i've been wanting to feel you the whole night." you pressed soft kisses along his jawline, making him swallow harshly as you saw his adam's apple bob.
"then let me make it up to you since that bastard pulled me away from you. i'll make you feel good, baby." he lifted your hips, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist as his cock was now nestled between your folds.
he walked inside the shower, pulling the glass doors to close it before turning on the water; adjusting the temperature. you cupped his face, pulling him closer to yours to seal his lips with yours.
zayne moaned into your mouth, molding his lips with yours as he softly kneaded your ass. your tongue poked his bottom lip, seeking for entry which he happily granted. you kissed him with a needy vigor, sucking his tongue as you stroked his wet jet black hair.
pulling away breathlessly, zayne looked down at you with swollen lips. he attacked your neck with kisses, making your whimper as you felt his tongue graze your flesh, softly tracing the hickies left on your skin with the tip of his tongue. he moved down to your tits, sucking your nipples as your hand held the back of his head; pushing him closer as you moaned.
"mhmm... feels so good, zayne." you praised, watching him tug your nipple between his teeth before giving it a deserving suck. he soon lets go of your swollen bud, hazel eyes meeting yours.
"i'll be gentle, okay?" he assured, making your chest feel warm and fuzzy as you nodded; wrapping your arms around his neck.
zayne grabbed the base of his cock, tapping your clit a few times, making you jolt. he smirked at how responsive your body was, aligning his tip with your hole. with a firm grip on your hips, he begin to sink you down on his hard cock, slowly shoving his inches inside you.
your mouth formed an 'o' shape as your eyes shut tight, feeling full as he bottomed out.
"s-so full.." you moaned, feeling him slowly thrust inside of you as the curve of his dick molded so perfectly in your wet walls. you clenched down on him, making him grunt at the sudden tightness.
"you feel so good, babygirl." zayne whispered, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek and temple before sliding you up and down his dick. you rested your head on his shoulder, inhaling his scent as you kissed his neck.
this felt so new compared to what happened just minutes ago. the others fought over you like you were some piece of meat to claim; but zayne treated you like you were made of glass.
he was so gentle with his touches and strokes, you could almost cry.
zayne's tip nudged your cervix with every push of his hips, now having you pressed against the wall to have a better hold of you so that he can drive his hips into yours faster. your cunt weeped with arousal, gummy walls coated with his precum.
his thrusts were sharp yet slow, making sure it applied the right amount of pressure and friction to make you feel like you were seeing stars. his balls slapped against your ass, your nipple between his lips.
"hnghh.. love your cock, zyane. g-gonna cum.." you let out a shaky breath, clenching down on him as your increased sensitivity betrayed your body, not allowing you to hold onto your orgasm for too long.
"it's okay, baby. you can cum." he grunted against the wet skin of your tits and you didn't realize how intimate and erotic the whole sight was.
a choked out whimper escaped your throat, your cunt clamping down on him as you squirted all over his cock. your body twitched and trembled at your orgasm, panting as you leaned against his chest.
"shit, please... i need you to fill me up." you begged and that's all it took him to bust a fat load of his thick, hot cum inside your hole.
"fuck.." he swore and god it sounded so hot coming from his mouth.
the bathroom was filled with the sounds of uneven breathing and the running showerhead.
you stirred awake, groaning as you now laid on your back. sunlight beamed into your room, making your eyes burn as you tried to crack one of them.
"fuckin' hell.." you cursed under your breath, adjusting your vision as you sat up on your bed. your head was swirling as you held it in pain, wincing.
it was all a dream.
you slapped yourself, not believing how delusional you became to believe that whatever the hell that was could be reality.
"yeah, i'm losing it." you sighed deeply, scratching your head. you tapped your phone screen, reading the time as your eyes blew wide open.
fuck, it was well past noon, meaning you missed your morning classes already.
"you're kidding me." you huffed out in annoyance, leaning back on the headboard as you unlocked your phone.
you saw the many, many, many missed calls from your best friend; making you snort.
as you swiped through your applications, your eyes fell on the love and deepspace icon. memories of your strange dream replayed fresh in your memory, your body weirdly aching.
you brushed off those thoughts, clicking the icon as you wondered if infold fixed those weird bugs and glitches by now. you were surprised to see the app back into shape, running in good quality as you logged in with ease.
"huh, weird." you mumbled to yourself, calmly collecting your dailyâs.
until you realized you had five undread messages.
hey pipsqueak, hope you're not still mad at me for being a bit mean to ya. i'll cook for you when you come back :p
hope you're not missing me too much, sweetie. come back and i'll take you for a joyride.
cutieeee! i miss you already :C come back soon, okay? need my personal pillow back.
if your throat is still sore, come back so we can have hotpot together. it'll be my treat.
have you taken those painkillers like i told you to?
your jaw was wide open, not believing your eyes. these texts seemed way too real to be automated.
"what the fuck." you quickly opened your front camera, only to see the faint purplish marks decorating your neck.
holy shit, all of that was real.
a smirk etched on your face as you quickly tapped the facetime app, ringing the only person you knew could stand this news and have a silver of faith in you to be convinced.
"finally decided to call me back? thought you died in your sleep or something." your best friend nagged at you, making you chuckle.
"you won't believe what happened last night." you giggle, making her roll her eyes at you.
"let me guess, you had a dream about all the lads guys fucking your brains out." she responded with a bored voice.
"even better."
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a/n: hehe, if you made it to the end, kuddos to you cuz rereading through this was a pain the ass. if you couldn't tell by now, this was very self-indulgent, so i got carried away. hope you guys enjoyed it tho!!
â .á⧠GENRE: smut, porn with very little plot
â â§.Ë TOTAL WORD COUNT: 15.7k
â .á⧠GENERAL CONTENT WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, mentions of alcohol, recreational drinking (characters and mc), jealousy (guys + mc), drunk characters (guys + mc), use of Y/N, pet names, unprotected sex, never pulling out, fluff/crack/banter, individual content warnings below with their respective fics
â â§.Ë LINKS: original inspo | ao3
A/N: SURPRISE ITS HERE EARLY! oof another fic for all four guys? who is she? but actually after this i likely wonât be writing for all four guys like this again, or at least for a while. if i can somehow get better at writing fics that are 1-2k then ill start doing scenarios with all four again! i tried to keep this one short and theyâre still all 3-4.3k per guyâŠthis scenario was originally based off the one video of the drunk asian guy! see the clip above under âlinks.â
enjoy guys!! iâll be taking a much needed break but may write slowly in my own time :) just depends how i feel, how much inspiration i have! iâll still be on tumblr but will mostly be on my twitter <3 until next time bbs!
THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL NEVER POST MY FICS ON OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND ON AO3.
⊠. Ë â§ .á Ë nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ⊠. Ë â§ .á Ë
â .á⧠WORD COUNT: 4.3k
â â§.Ë WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, sylus refers to reader genitalia as âshe,â public sex, sex in an alley, standing/against the wall sex, finger sucking, choking, outdoor sex, voyeurism, needy sylus, drunk sylus, jealous sylus, use of pet names, mentions of guns, tiny bit of violence, cumming in coochie, panties over cummies
â .á⧠LINKS: original inspo | video (how sylus kisses you in this)
Luke and Kieran watch the way Sylusâs eyes track you under the strobing lights of the nightclub. It wasnât out of the norm for their dear boss to be obsessed with knowing a certain Hunterâs whereabouts. But this was excessive, even for him.
The way heâd already shattered two glasses with the force of his fingers, his eyes scarily unblinking as they trailed your every movement. The club manager didnât dare kick Sylus out, apologizing to him as heâd cleaned up the glass from Sylusâs feet. But Sylus was too distracted to even notice.Â
The pair of troublemakers supposed it had to do with the fact that some sleezy drunk had his hands all over your bare thighs. They knew if Sylus had his way, that very man would be unconscious on the floor in half a second flat. But of course, when it came to you, Sylus was helpless as he was whipped, giving into your every desire, even if it physically pained him to do so.
And you had ordered Sylus not to intervene, not when you were undercover, trying to get classified information from the powerful men that frequented this very nightclub in the N109 zone. So he was left at the bar, quite literally fending thirsty women off left and right, watching the way you pretended to laugh amongst the unsuspecting targets. He tried to distract himself from the men who so clearly were thinking of ten different ways to fuck you.Â
A privilege reserved only for him. Â
So the twins, who had so enthusiastically begged to tag along, devised a plan to help Sylus take his mind off planning literal murder.Â
Really, they were trying to help!
But maybe they shouldâve stopped after the fifth drink. When Sylusâs cheeks flushed the same shade of red as his eyes, ebbing all the way up to the tips of his ears.Â
And they definitely shouldâve stopped after the tenth drink. When Sylusâs body started to move on its own accord, his Evol practically parting the crowd of drunk and sweaty clubbers to get to you.
But at that point there was no stopping the formidable man from taking what he wanted. And what he wanted, what he needed, was you.Â
Honestly, you nearly breathe a sigh of relief when you feel Sylusâs familiar Evol wrapping around your wrist, yanking you backward and away from the disgusting man trying to feel you up. Youâre so happy to feel his strong arms around you that you donât notice how atypically clumsy his Evol feels, like grasping for something when blindfolded.
âWeâre leaving.â
Sylusâs words are dominating and commanding, ânoâ not even a fathomable possibility. But thereâs a slight waver in his gruff voice that makes you raise your eyebrow at him in question.
The idiotic man before you wraps his clammy hands around your waist, pulling you back, âHey man. Weâre in the middle of something.â
You look up to see Sylusâs crimson eyes, trained on the way the manâs fingers dig into your bare skin, burning with something dangerous, the air around him crackling with an erratic and sinister energy, and you know you have to defuse the situation as quickly as you can.Â
You bring your elbow to the manâs groin, digging hard. He groans pathetically, wilting to his knees. Truthfully, you didnât have to elbow him that hard, but youâd become nauseated with how disgustingly heâd been looking at you, touching you, for the past thirty minutes.Â
âNo, weâre really not.â
With that, you slip into Sylusâs side, his large arm wrapping possessively around your naked shoulders, your hand resting on his abdomen. Sylusâs lips quirk up, deeply satisfied with the way you can bring men twice your size to their knees before they can even blink. His girl.
As the two of you make your way out of the crowd, you start to notice the way Sylusâs movements are unusually sluggish, his feet trudging one after the other. Considering Sylus was always poised and elegant, you instantly knew something was amiss. When Luke and Kieran fall into step behind you, you turn to the two masked men.
âWhat happened?!â you hissed at them, âWhat happened to âWatch Sylus? Easy peasy lemon squeezy?!ââ Your fingers are raised in air-quotes as you recall their confident words and uncontrollable giggles when youâd tasked them with keeping Sylus in line, knowing heâd have a hard time watching you faux flirt with other men, no matter how self assured he was.Â
Kieran is the first to speak, clearing his throat as the four of you exit the nightclub, the night air ruffling through your hair, âWell, you see ââ
But heâs cut off when Sylus roughly grabs your chin, pulling your eyes up to his.Â
âHey. Look at me.â
Your eyes flicker to his, surprised by his demanding, yet needy, words. Sylus smiles when you look up at him, his eyes, as unfocused as they were, beaming down at you.
His rough fingers caress your cheek, burying his face into your hair, inhaling your intoxicating scent, âBeautiful.â
The scent of alcohol on his breath is so strong you nearly wince. Luke and Kieran seem to notice your realization at the same time, their eyes widening as you start to yell in disbelief.
âIs he drunk?!â you demand, your arms wrapping tighter around his waist, Sylus in a world of his own as he mutters incoherent mumblings into your hair, shifting his weight onto you.
The twins grin at you sheepishly, raising their hands in surrender. Luke speaks, âWell, in our defense, boss never gets drunk ââ
âYeah! Boss is such a heavyweight ââ
âSo we thought, a few drinks might loosen him up ââ
âYou shouldâve seen him! He was thiiiiiis close to commiting a crime ââ
âSo really, you should be thanking us!â
The twins finish rattling off, looking at you with puppy eyes.
You sigh, unable to feign anger at them, âHow many drinks did you give him?â
âUmmâŠwhat was it KieranâŠlikeâŠeight?â Your eyes widen as they scratch their chins.
âNoâŠno, it was definitely closer toâŠlike twelve?â
âWell we also gave him those cute little drinks with the umbrellas, he seemed to really like those!â
âYeah and they had little chunks of fruit in them! Maybe that cancels out the alcohol?â
âYeah! And the one with the olives too! Plus, boss always drinks like a bottle of wine a night!
âSo we thoughtâŠa few mixed drinksâŠcouldnât hurt anyone!â
Your head spins as you try to keep up with their conversation, digging through your purse to find the unopened half bottle of water youâd brought. You quickly unscrew it, bringing it up to Sylusâs lips.Â
Sylus looks surprised when the cool plastic touches his lips, but once his hazy eyes focus on you again, he visibly relaxes. The sharp vermillion hues in his irises melt at the reflection of you, softening into the most beautiful carmine pools of red wine.Â
His hands come over to cup yours, holding your fingers affectionately in his as you tilt the water back so he can drink. You have to tip toe upward so you can follow his grip, his gulps greedy and eyelids shut in relief, the sensation of your hand cupping his jaw feeling like his own personal heaven.Â
With the plastic at his moistened lips, his eyes flutter open to look at you, his lids heavy with intoxication. Even though his eyes swim with a murky tiredness, they glow when they watch you, glimmering with a star-struck adoration. His intensity stares you down, a knowing heat piercing right through you. The very same heat that has seen both your naked body and soul.
The moment feels hot and strangely intimate. It definitely felt illegal to have Sylus looking at you like that while Luke and Kieran stood behind you.Â
Heâs so distracted by you, eyes never leaving yours, that nearly a third of the water splashes onto his chest and the pavement floor. He drinks so enthusiastically that you almost want to giggle at how submissive he looks, drinking so obediently from your hands, eyes following your every move. Fortunately the pair of whispers behind you remind you that, even if Sylus stares at you like heâs ready to mount you right then and there, you are not alone.Â
When the bottle drains, he crumples it in one hand, tossing it to the nearest waste bin.Â
As it hits the metal trash can, you tear your eyes away from the way Sylus heatedly watches you, turning back to Luke and Kieran, âAre you two insane?!â
The twins look positively offended.
âHow did you even convince him to drink so much?âÂ
âWell, he was so distracted watching you that he just downed anything we put into his hands...âÂ
You bite your lip, realizing how difficult it mustâve been for Sylus to sit back and just watch. But he did it, for you.Â
âY/N.â
You try to ignore the way Sylus is stroking the bare skin of your shoulders, fingers coming dangerously close to your neck. His ruby eyes beg for your attention.
âSylus might drink a lot, but he drinks wine ââ
âY/N.â
âNot hard alcohol! Look at how red he is! You guys, this was recklessly irresponsible!â
âY/N.â
Sylus pulls you forcefully back into his arms, his head dipping into the crook of your neck, teeth nipping at your pulse. Through the darkness of the night, you pray Luke and Kieran canât see the way Sylus whispers into your ear.
âI need you.â
You fight the shiver that threatens to unleash through your unsuspecting body, his hot breath washing against your skin, the contrast of the brisk night air making you all the more sensitive. His fingers hold you in place, his hard body pressed into your own.Â
You sigh, trying to brush the arousal away, âLetâs get you home, yeah? We can ââ
He nips at your earlobe, eliciting a squeak from your lips as he gruffly demands, âNow.â
Before you can protest further, Sylusâs eyes direct to the twins in front of you, the pair of them snickering to themselves knowingly as he dismisses them, âWeâll meet you at home.â
â
You didnât even make it to your car.Â
Far from it, you found yourself pressed into the cold brickwall of a nearby alleyway, not fifteen feet from where Luke and Kieran had left the two of you. Sylusâs lips are latched onto yours in a furiously passionate embrace, his hands alternating between grabbing torridly at your waist and threading into the back of your neck, weaving into your sweat-dampened hair.
Your arms are wrapped around his neck for support against his torridly forceful kiss, his head tilted to the side to give him full access to your mouth, your lips, your tongue.Â
He doesnât even stop to breathe, opting to inhale your breath as his own. His tongue forcefully explores every inch of your open and willing mouth, and you struggle to keep up with his excitement. His fingers massage your neck, grabbing eagerly at every part of you he can reach.Â
Sylus has always been passionate, but this was something else. It felt as if the alcohol in his blood amplified everything tenfold, leaving his cock thicker than ever against your shivering abdomen. His hands roam down your naked back, pulling at your waist again, pressing your body harder against his erection that leaks against his underwear.Â
Sylusâs head tilts to the other side, your face moving opposite his to instinctively receive his unbridled passion. He cups the back of your head again, shielding you head from hitting the wall, the force of his kiss pushing you against it violently.Â
He pulls away briefly, panting into you, his canines grazing into the soft skin of your ear, âYouâre going to be the death of me, little dove.â
You want to question him, but his lips are back on yours in an instant, consuming you once more. His fingers grip your jaw so tightly, funneling all the emotions heâd held back, while watching you on the dancefloor with other men, into the way he holds you against the wall. Into the way he devours you.
He gives you a brief second of reprieve, pressing his lips into your neck, voice coming out husky and sulky, âI donât enjoy seeing you with other men.âÂ
You gasp as he pushes you impossibly deeper into the wall, teeth simultaneously digging into the curve of your neck. Your fingers thread up into his hair, tugging to ground yourself as Sylus sucks your soft skin.Â
âM-sooorry,â you slur, as if youâre the one whoâs drunk, âB-But I got the information I â nnghn â needed.â
Sylus growls into your skin, âI knew you would. Youâre a force to be reckoned with.â
His thumb presses against your bottom lip, eyes glazed over with a drunken hunger, âAnd you always have me at your mercy.â
It isnât long before he has your back arched into his abdomen, the front of your sweat slicked body pressed into the cold alley wall, his cock buried in your wet gummy walls. Your panties are pushed messily to the side, your skirt hiked up to your waist.Â
Sylusâs fingers are shoved into your mouth, claiming to try and minimize your sounds so passerbys don't hear the filthy things he was doing to you. In reality, he was just addicted to your sweet mouth wrapped around him.
His other hand holds both of your wrists, locking them against the small of your back, leaving you absolutely at the mercy of his thick cock ramming in and out of you.
âS-so damn beautiful,â Sylus is almost slurring, having gotten more drunk the longer the alcohol sat in his stomach. The acoustics of the dark alley made his body pounding against yours all the louder and more sinful.Â
His thrusts are sloppy, the alcohol making it harder for him to maintain control. But that only serves to arouse you more, the sight of Sylusâs hazy eyes when you crane your neck back to see him, the sweat sticking to his flushed skin.Â
You can only moan, the pads of his fingers pressing down into your tongue. The loud drunken giggles of people passing by make your eyes widen, but Sylus doesnât stop, only going faster.Â
âNever gonna let another man touch you, ever again,â he moans into your ear, as he ruts angrily into your g spot, his fingers pressing tiny bruises into the fat of your hips. Heâs ten times handsier when heâs drunk, almost as if the alcohol makes his muscles itch, your body his fixation..Â
He spins you around suddenly, nearly making you lose your balance, his cock entering you just as quickly as it had slipped out. Sylus is desperate to see your beautifully hooded eyes, the faces you make when you come undone for him.
You grip the thick muscles of his neck, admiring his damp and exposed chest. The buttons of his shirt had been yanked open in the drunken shuffle, leaving little to imagination.
âH-Hey,â Sylus mutters, the faintest hint of a whine beneath his words, âLook at me.â His thrusts, sloppier than ever, never stopping.
You grin, despite how blissed out your mind is becoming, at his adorably needy behavior. As you let your eyes lose themselves in his, you stroke his jaw lovingly.
âTell me,â he pants, his cock twitching as it presses insistently into your walls.
âNngh â T-Tell you what Sy?â you coo breathlessly, nails digging into his sweaty skin, trying to distract yourself from the no doubt filthy brick wall pressing into your exposed back.Â
âTell me how I make you feel,â Sylusâs jaw tightens dangerously.
He thrusts especially hard and deep when you donât respond, capturing your wrist and pressing it into the wall above your head, effectively trapping you against the wall, âTell me.âÂ
You squeal, biting your lips, âSylus! F-Feels sâgood. N-No one else can â hng â make me feel like this!âÂ
Sylusâs glossy ruby red eyes flicker, his fingers finding your clit pressed against his pelvis, âYeah? You love my cock, donât you sweetheart?â
You want to smile at how adorably needy his words are, the alcohol fueling him with the rare desire to be validated. Instead you just nod vehemently as he plays with your clit, âI dooo!âÂ
Sylus grunts, struggling to breathe as you tighten around him. He grabs your cheeks in between his fingers, squeezing them firmly until your moans are muffled, âShhh, we wouldnât want someone to find us, would we little bird?âÂ
You nod obediently, but your body responds instinctively to his words, your abdomen fluttering in excitement at the thought of being caught in such a compromising position, with the revered leader of Onychinus no less.Â
Sylus chuckles darkly, his every nerve receptive to your tiniest micromovements, and especially the excited way your pussy clamps down on his erection. His lips come down to kiss your jaw sweetly, contrary to the mean way he bullies himself into your cunt.
When he reaches the space beneath your ear he presses a tender kiss there, whispering huskily, âI can feel the way youâre tightening around me. Do you like the idea of someone watching us?â
Your eyes widen at him, and thatâs all the answer he needs.Â
âDonât worry, sweetheart. I would love to give them a show. Especially that man who had his hands all over you, hm? What was his name?â
âI-I d-donât â hah â remember,â you wheeze, holding on as he bounces you into the wall, the sound of drunk bar patrons growing louder.
Sylus smiles darkly, his red eyes glowing in satisfaction, âGood girl. This pussy belongs tâme, hm?â His words come out in a purr, slightly sluggish with intoxication.
You canât speak, opting to nod as eagerly as you can, your brain muddling against the pleasure of your joined bodies. Sylus chuckles at your wordless agreement.
âMy precious doveâŠcanât even speak?â he coos, fingers still splayed out against your poor quivering clit, the wet sounds of his furious ministrations echoing throughout the dark alley. He leans in close to your ear.
âThatâs okay, sweetheart. Sheâs so loud she might as well be answering for you,â he grins, clearly talking about your soaked and squelching pussy against his demanding thrusts.Â
Youâre about to retort when you hear another group of people passing by the alley. Your hands fly up to your mouth, forcing your uncontrollable moans away. Your eyes squeeze shut as the patter of feet gets closer and closer, fear and excitement taking over.
âAh-ah,â Sylus tuts, âYou know better than to hide your beautiful sounds from me.â Your eyes widen when his words sink in.Â
Your hands fly to Sylusâs broad shoulders, but itâs too late to push him back. His hands find the globes of your ass, lifting you off the floor, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. At this angle Sylus can fully bounce you on his cock, using you however he wants. At this angle, the swollen tip brushes right into your cervix. At this angle, itâs physically impossible for you to muffle your cries.Â
Your nails dig into the ropes of his shoulder muscles as you squeal. Sylus only grins as the sound of feet falter, right in front of the alley.
You try your best to whisper, âSy-Sylus, please. Th-theyâll hear.â But it was pointless. Even if you could hold back your whimpers, the echo of his arousal dampened pelvis slapping against the space where your thighs met your ass bounced off the walls of the alley like a resounding bell.Â
âYou say thatâŠâ he murmurs, fingers coming back down to your clit, balancing you in just one arm, âBut why is she getting so tight?â
Heâs right, and thereâs no denying it. Sylus is well acquainted with your body, knowing exactly what excites you, what you donât like, what you love.Â
The heavy footsteps gradually fade, likely too drunk to hear anything than the pounding of distant EDM music. Sylus hears you sigh in relief, releasing a bated breath, but your cunt stays as tight as ever around him. It drives him insane.
Nearly getting caught has only pushed both of you to the cusp of your orgasms.Â
âClose, dove?â Sylus whispers into your ear, one hand pressed into the wall, the other bouncing you on his quivering cock.
Your head is thrown back as you nod, gasping for your next breath, âY-Yes! So cloooose Sy!â At this point you donât even care who could possibly hear you, only able to focus on the angry way Sylusâs cock twitching inside you, stroking your g-spot, begging to paint you white.
âM-Me too, Y/N,â Sylusâs uncharacteristic stutter, driven to madness by the alcohol and you, makes you clench down, hard.Â
He hisses, hips stuttering, teeth clamping down on your shoulder, tongue subsequently coming out to lap at the space where he bit down, soothing your skin.Â
The push of pain, the pull of pleasure, itâs just enough to tip you over, careening down the cliff of your orgasm. Your head falls back, eyes rolling with them, body fully preparing to show Sylus just how much you loved him.Â
But Sylus has other plans, squeezing your cheeks in between his fingers, directing you to look at him.Â
âHey. Look at me, please.âÂ
His commanding words remind you that heâs very much still intoxicated, making him adorably needy for your attention.
When your eyes level with his, his red eyes sparkle happily, like a puppy getting its ears scratched, âHello, my love. Show me, hm?â The duality of his lovable desperation and his downright malevolent plunges into your cervix blurs the lines between pleasure and reality, sanity and madness.
You nod eagerly, holding his intense eye contact, while you burst at the seams, spraying all over his still clothed abdomen. Sparks of white hot electricity travel through every one of your nerve endings while you cum on him.
Sylus gulps, in awe of the way you sing for him, shame thrown to the wind. If anyone were to walk by, theyâd hear the way you screamed for his cock. Hear the way your body made him gasp for his next breath. How he grunts with each rope of cum that he dumps into your waiting hole, each sloppy pump filling his vision with bleary stars.
As he cums, he whispers brokenly into your ear, âC-Can never get enough. I love you, sweetheart.â One of his big hands comes up to clamp around your throat, his fingers pressing down forcefully as he erupts inside of you.Â
âNghâŠI love you Sylus,â you murmur against the pleasure of your constricted air flow, clinging to him, truly like an injured bird.
Sylus kisses your lips tenderly as you both come down from your highs, his fingers carefully laying your panties back in place. When he sets you on the ground, you nearly collapse, your legs quivering from the way theyâd been locked around his waist. His arms are back around you in an instant, holding you steady. His cum flows out of you like literal tears, but you can only clamp your thighs shut and pray your pathetic soiled panties can catch the streams of his milky seed.Â
He guides you carefully out of the alley, pressing affectionate kisses into the crown of your head as he holds your waist protectively. Youâre so dazed you hardly notice that your skirt is still ridden up, until Sylus gently pulls it back down, smoothing the rumpled fabric with his large hands.Â
The sounds of two far too familiar voices greet you when you emerge from the backstreet.Â
âAre you guys finally done?âÂ
âDo you have any idea how long weâve been waiting?!âÂ
Sylus groans, running his hand down his face, âDidnât I tell you two to go back to base?âÂ
And though youâre thoroughly mortified at the idea of the twins having walked into yourâŠsituation, you canât help but smile at the way Sylus handles Luke and Kieran. Like a father reprimanding his children.
âWell we did ââ
âBut then you guys didnât come back for a while ââ
âSo we thought maybe something happened!âÂ
You shake your head at their frenzied explanation, the smile stretching on your lips as you watch the twins move their hands animatedly in their defense, âYou guys are impossible.â
Luke gasps in exaggerated earnest, âHow can you say that after what youâve put us through?â
Kieran nods in agreement, shuddering dramatically, âYeah! I feel like I just walked in on my parentsâŠâÂ
âYou two better watch yourselves before I confiscate your guns again,â Sylus sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. But you can see the corner of his lips fighting an amused smile.Â
Luke and Kieran simultaneously gasp, their reaction making it seem like Sylus was a father grounding his children, taking away their toys. You burst out into giggles, hugging Sylusâs side to keep warm as you watch the comical situation unfold.Â
âThereâs no need for you to do that, Sy,â you murmur, looking up at him, admiring the way the moonlight frames his face. Sylus peers down at you, his face softening, before nodding curtly.
The twins snicker. Luke uses his hand as a shield in front of his mouth to whisper to Kieran, pointing to Sylus behind it, âWhipped.â
You shoot them a smile, a deceptively innocent and sweet grin, âIâll gladly confiscate them for you.â
Thereâs nearly a cartoon puff of smoke left behind when the twins scurry off, desperately clutching their holsters and begging for mercy.Â
Sylus chuckles as he watches them run off, his arm slung over your shoulder, pulling you closer to his side as he presses a kiss into your forehead.Â
âTruly a force to be reckoned with.âÂ
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â â§.Ë WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, drunk mc and xavier, pre-established relationship (but not first time), public sex/voyeurism, sex on the dance floor, standing sex, fingering, dancing without leaving room for jesus, grinding, jealous!mc, not a content warning but xavier is wearing tight black shirt and jeansâŠâŠ.MMMMMM, unprotected sex, handjob through clothes
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The thumping beat of club music pounds in your ears, making it difficult to hear even your own thoughts. But you really didnât care, too intoxicated and having too much fun dancing with Tara in a throng of sweaty club goers.Â
The both of you had requested today off, wanting to see an up and coming DJ at the Linkon Lounge. Youâd started the night off at your apartment, getting dolled up in your wispiest lashes and outfits that made you feel strong, confident, and beautiful. Youâd shared a couple shots of tequila before slipping on your heels and scrambling out of your apartment, in a fit of tipsy and hushed giggles.Â
Coincidentally enough, you ran into Xavier on your way out. Your blonde-haired partner was in the apartment lobby, grabbing his mail, when you and Tara bumped into him, literally. If it werenât for Xavierâs quick reflexes, his forearm darting out to wrap around your waist, you definitely wouldâve ended the night before it began, with an ice pack in your hand rather than a fruity drink.Â
And thatâs when Tara had invited Xavier out with you. Truthfully, you were sure Xavier would say no. The club definitely wasnât his scene, and he undoubtedly had plans to have a cozy night in. But you were pleasantly surprised when he blurted out âyesâ before Tara could even get the words completely out. Tara knew Xavier wanted to come to keep an eye on you, and she was all too happy to play matchmaker.Â
You hadnât seen Xavier for what felt like at least fifteen minutes. You assumed he went off to the bathroom, or maybe to order some more drinks. Before long, you started to worry.Â
âIâm gonna go look for Xavier! Will you be okay?â you practically scream over the music, pulling the side of Taraâs face to your mouth so she can hear you better.Â
âIâll be here!â she yells, pointing at her phone, âText me if you canât find me!â You nod, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.
You push your way out of the crowd, apologizing profusely as youâre met with the displeased looks and groans of drunk patrons.
Eventually you make your way to the edge of the dancefloor, scouring the area for Xavier. You had a difficult time focussing your eyes, stumbling about, but did your best to look for the enigmatic Hunter.Â
You quickly check the line at the bar before deciding to check the bathroom. Itâs then you catch the glint of familiar platinum blonde hair, Xavierâs body leaned up against the wall near the public water fountains.Â
You gulp at the sight of him, his head leaned back to rest against the wall, his hands folded across his chest. The musky sweat of the enclosed space made his black fitted t-shirt cling to his biceps, his skin glistening with sweat under the pulsing LED lights.Â
Even from this far away, itâs clear Xavier is drunk. His eyes are hooded with intoxication, his throat bobbing with shallow breaths.
Youâre about to approach him when the groups of people in front of you shift, and you see a girl latched onto Xavierâs bicep. The two look far too cozy, Xavier not doing anything to push her off as she speaks animatedly up at him, her eyelashes batting seductively.Â
Itâs not like you and Xavier were datingâŠbut it was clear there was something deeply intertwined about the two of you. That, and the fact that youâd been intimate several times. But you had to admit, youâd never made things exclusive.Â
You turn on your heel, thoroughly perturbed at the sight of Xavier with someone else, making your way back to where youâd left Tara.
Youâd just broken into the crowd when a firm hand catches your wrist, stopping you from pushing further. You turn back sharply, ready to throw your fist back, only to be met with the sight of Xavier, in all his flushed and handsome glory.Â
âWhere are you going?âÂ
You fight the urge to smack him, jealousy a true green-eyed monster, instead just feigning ignorance, âWhat? I canât hear you!â You gesture wildly with your hands to emphasize your point. You turn away from him, starting to tug your wrist away again when he pulls you back, hard.Â
He twirls you effortlessly into his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you, secure and unrelenting. You look up at him in question. He leans down, and your breath catches as his lips come an inch away from yours. But he doesnât kiss you, instead whispering into your ear.Â
âI asked where you were going. Didnât you see me?â his breath is warm against your ear, the smell of alcohol invading your senses over the pounding music.
âYou looked busy. I didnât want to intrude,â you try to keep your voice level, but you can tell it comes out petty. You hope through the deafening music, Xavier canât hear how sulky your voice is.
Xavier looks confused in his drunken state, but shouts into your ear, his tone genuine and endearing even amidst the music, âYouâre never intruding.â
You sigh at his sweet words, tiptoeing up to speak to him and trying to be nice, âWho was your friend?â
Xavier looks even more bewildered for a second, before realizing the implications of your words, a lazy smile painting his features. He holds you close, one hand on the small of your back, the other coming up to touch your cheek.Â
âNot my friend. She couldnât find her friends and wanted to wait with me.â
You roll your eyes. Xavier was too sweet and unassuming for his own good.
âYeah, Iâm sure.âÂ
Xavier chuckles, âYou donât have to be jealous, I only have eyes for you.â
Your cheeks flare amidst the flush of alcohol on your cheeks at his words, and before you can speak Xavier is leaning down to kiss you. You squeak in surprise, but respond to his lips, kissing him back.Â
Xavier kisses you slowly, gently, and tenderly. You can barely even hear the music around you, the musky people bumping into the pair of you. All you can feel is Xavier, lips on yours, his hands stroking your bare skin, his hardening erection against your stomach.Â
He pulls away for air, his lips swollen and wet from your passionate kiss. Your ears pound in excitement at the way Xavier looks down at you, hungry and wanting more. You hook your arms around Xavierâs neck, pulling him down until your foreheads brush against each other.
âDance with me,â you whisper loudly against the music. Xavierâs eyes shine with excitement, and he nods, his hands gripping your waist as you start to sway to the music.Â
You turn around so you can watch the flashing lights, the alcohol making them look like a light show. You feel much bolder with the liquid courage running through your veins, so you grind back into Xavier, your rear molding perfectly against his crotch.Â
Xavier hardens so quickly against your movements, your body feeling so perfect against his. The alcohol makes everything feel much more fluid and raw, his body responding excitedly.
He too is fueled by the courage of intoxication, his hands roaming from your hips to your stomach, just above the fat of your cunt. He can feel the way you shiver at his touch, and he decides to dare further.Â
His strong hands wander up, until they cup your breasts through your sheer dress. He rests his chin on your shoulder, whispering into your ear.
âIs this alright?âÂ
You crane your neck backwards to nod at him, eyes flickering to his lips. Xavier leans in to kiss you again, one hand still playing with your nipple, the other reaching up to hold your throat against him gently. The two of you kiss so passionately, so messily, that you hardly notice the crowd of equally drunk and horny people around you.Â
As you kiss him, your hand comes backward to cup the back of Xavierâs head, grabbing at his soft blonde locks. Your body continues to rock sensually into him, relishing in the way his hard erection sits between the slit of your ass.
Looking up at him through your wet eyelashes, you whisper, âM-More. I want more.â
Xavier groans, looking around, trying to find the quickest way out of the crowd. But you canât wait, too aroused by the way Xavierâs shirt clings to his muscles, the way his cock fights against his jeans, straining to be with you.
The alcohol dares you to be bolder than you normally would ever be. You grab his wrist, bringing it down to the hem of your minidress, guiding his fingers to slip under it.Â
You can feel Xavier stiffen behind you, eyes darting around to make sure no one is watching. But he quickly realizes quite literally no one cares about the two of you, too focussed on the music, too focussed on their own partners, to even spare you a glance.
So he follows your lead, his hands roaming under your dress, digging into your soft thighs. You moan into his ear, your head laid back on his shoulder.
With his palm so close to your cunt, you grind right into his open hand, wanting more friction, more of him. Xavier groans at your enthusiasm, quickly forgetting about the people that are packed around you like sardines. He feels something damp against his fingers, making him all the more desperate to have you.Â
âYouâre wet,â Xavier whispers sluggishly into your ear, âIs this all for me?â
You groan at his words, your muscles twitching with anticipation. You try and look at him, the back of your head still resting on his thick shoulder. Your hand grasps at the back of his neck, forcing his eyes to drift down to you, the azure blues flickering to your lips before they come back to your gaze.
âTouch me, please.â
Even under the strobing lights of the club you can see Xavierâs eyes darken, his jaw tightening. His eyes flutter shut as he leans down to kiss you.
At the same time, his finger gingerly dips into your folds, moving your panties to the side. At first he just rubs up and down with his middle finger, enjoying the way you moan into his mouth. But it becomes far too unbearable, not being inside you.
He slowly dips his middle finger inside of you, hissing when your little hole sucks him in tightly.Â
âIs this okay?â Xavier asks, wanting to make sure youâre alright. Your eyes dart around lazily, making sure no one can see Xavierâs hands underneath your dress.Â
You nod, your eyelashes fluttering shut as Xavier starts to pump in and out of you. The energetic music makes everything feel more surreal, only the occasional jostling of people bumping into the pair of you reminding you of exactly where you are.Â
Xavierâs index finger finds its way inside you, his thumb rubbing at your slippery clit. He alternates his free arm between shielding you from people pushing as they pass by, and cupping your breast through your dress. In all your writhing, your ass continues to grind against Xavierâs cock. Under his jeans, heâs leaking so profusely that your body rubs around the slick, creating a sticky mess.Â
Xavier pumps inside you, enjoying the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him, the feeling of risk and wrong.Â
âPlease â Please donât stop,â you pant, looking up at him with starry eyes.
The look of complete and utter bliss on your gorgeously flushed face makes Xavier bite his lip, âIâll never stop, angel.â
You clench down hard on his fingers at the endearing pet name, one he so rarely called you. It makes you writhe against his hot and hard body, pressed firmly into you, like a puzzle piece.
With your back still turned to him, you reach your hand back to where his bulge presses into you. With careful hands, you cup the massive swell of his manhood, biting your lip when he moans into your ear, teeth grazing against your earlobe.Â
You rub him enthusiastically through his jeans, enjoying the way he writhes under your touch, his cock straining through the tight restraint of his pants.Â
âYouâre evil,â Xavier groans, pressing kisses into your neck, trying to contain the moans he wants to make for you.
You lean your head back, staring at him through hooded eyes, âShould I stop?â
Xavier holds you tight, almost crushing you, to keep you from stopping.
âNo. Never.â
You giggle, turning back to the club stage, watching the DJ perform, hands finding their way back to Xavierâs crotch. His pants are heavy and breathy by your ear, fingers scissoring in and out of you furiously.
Soon enough, the feeling of just your plush body against his isnât enough anymore. He needs more.
With his fingers never pausing, he asks, his voice smooth and sultry, âI need to be inside of you, is that okay?âÂ
âPlease,â you whisper huskily, grinding against his fingers, âI want you.â
You can feel Xavier shifting behind you, pulling out his cock. He feverishly pulls your panties down just slightly, so that they rest under your cheeks. He lifts your dress, enough to give him access but making sure youâre still covered. He would rather die than let anyone see your precious body.Â
As the music comes to a peak, the beat building alongside your release, Xavier slips his erection into you. Youâre thankful for the heavy bass of the drop because you quite literally cannot hold back the scream that rips from your lips as he pushes himself into the hilt.
One of his hands travels from your waist to under the front of your dress. When he finds your clit, he pinches down hard.
âYouâre so cute,â Xavier hisses into your ear, picking up his pace, âWere you jealous earlier?â
âN-No! Donât know what youâre talking âbout,â you whimper, your fingers gripping the arm he has buried between your legs.Â
âMmm,â Xavier hums, clearly not convinced, âThatâs alright, Y/N. You have nothing to be jealous of, ever.â
âI-Iâm not â I wasnât!â you gasp, forcing the words together as Xavierâs cock nearly finds its way into your throat. But at this point you knew he could see right through you.
âWould travel through time and space for you,â he murmurs, words full of a boundless affection, âI only see you.â
He puts all that same adoration and passion into the way he fucks up into you, holding you protectively in place, making sure no one so much as brushes against you.Â
Your moans are strangled when his cockhead angles into your g-spot, cutting off the drunken confessions on the tip of your tongue. Xavierâs girth was always something you had a hard time getting used to, and taking him standing was infinitely harder. Your inner thighs burned with the strain of how fully he stretches you out.
Xavierâs hand comes over to cover your mouth, his smile pressed against your throat. The alcohol makes Xavier irregularly chatty, his inhibitions lowered completely, âYouâre so loud. Does it feel that good?â
Your eyes are rolled back mesmerized by the flashing lights, unable to discern what comes from the nightclubâs light show and what comes from the pleasure of Xavierâs poignant thrusts. You do your best to nod, your teeth sinking into Xavierâs palm to keep yourself conscious.Â
Youâre nearly doubled over now, your jelly legs unable to hold you up, with only the support of Xavierâs strong hand against your cunt and his other arm wrapped around your chest. He holds you up as securely as he can, his own intoxication growing having not drank any water since youâd arrived at the club.Â
âAre you okay?â
Xavierâs head snaps up to see a club patron in front of you, a concerned look on his face as he kneels down to be eye-level with you. Xavier squick readjusts to make sure youâre covered.
Your eyes widen, trying to straighten up, âF-Fine!â You nearly scream as Xavier continues to thrust into you, his movement much more conspicuous but somehow more intense.Â
âAre you sure? You donât look so good.âÂ
You want to be kind, but you can really only focus on the way Xavier continues to fuck you, not even caring that the good Samaritan in front of you was this close to realizing what was happening. The fact that you were still very much drunk did not help.
âN-No, Iâm fine,â you squeak, eyes rolling back when Xavier hits your g-spot. You canât see him but you just know heâs enjoying the position he has you in. He smirks in satisfaction, grinding into your ass, his thick length nestling into your every nerve.Â
The man looks skeptical, especially at your unfocused hooded eyes, âDo you want some water?â
Heâs about to reach out to touch you, when Xavier yanks you back, both arms wrapped protectively around you, âSheâs fine.â
At Xavierâs harsh tone, the man recoils, looking up, almost as if heâs just noticing Xavier. He nods awkwardly before disappearing into the crowd.Â
Xavier resumes his vigor, kissing your neck and whispering, âMine.â
âNow look whoâs jealous,â you giggle languidly, gasping when Xavier drives into you harder.
âNot jealous. Itâs just the truth,â he murmurs, tilting your head back to kiss you, fingers back on your clit.
His tongue explores your mouth excitedly, your pleasures quickly reaching a peak after coming close to being caught. Your body convulses around him, wanting him to push you into the oblivion of ecstasy.Â
âAlways so tight,â Xavier groans, âI-I wonât last long like thisâŠâ
You squeal, your sounds drowned out by the vibrating music, âNgh â me too Xavier.â
âG-Gonna cum,â Xavier gasps as your cunt strangles him, ripping away from your lips and panting for air.Â
You crane your neck back to look at him, your eyes wide with wonder and desperation. The blissed out look on your beautiful face makes Xavier groan, his hips stuttering into his climax.
âCum for me, Xavier,â you beg, impossibly close as well, âWant to feel you.â
Xavier shuts his eyes, his body following your every command. His cock explodes inside you, filling you with a hot warmth that spreads all the way to your fingertips and toes. Xavier doesnât speak as he cums, only suckling hungrily at your neck, moaning and whimpering into your bruised skin.
He keeps thrusting into you, even as his cum starts to leak out of your hole, wanting you to come undone too. Even when the overstimulation starts to border on pain, he refuses to stop.
His cum makes it so thereâs zero resistance, only the pure pleasure of his cock against your throbbing gummy walls. Soon, youâre cumming too, screaming into the pulsating music, your climax crescendoing with the drop of the song. The symphony of it all, the alcohol, the threat of being caught by any one of the dozens of people around you, makes it one of your most intense orgasms yet.Â
Your body instinctively clenches down as you release, making you cream all over Xavier, a mix of both your arousals. Xavier watches in awe at the beautiful way you cum, for him. Itâs enough to make him pump a few more ropes into you, even as his dick throbs sharply in protest.Â
Xavier hugs you to his chest tightly, holding onto you for support as his cock quivers inside you. You can feel his chest heaving against your back, shifting as he slips out of you and redoes his zipper. Xavier puts your panties back into place, pressing a faint trail of kisses along your shoulders.Â
Suddenly, the crowd feels suffocating and icky and you desperately want to be somewhere quieter with Xavier. You pull him out of the crowd, nudging throngs of drunk and horny patrons out of the way as you make your way to the bar. Xavier follows you sluggishly, his fingers barely closing over yours as you guide him out..
When you reach the bar, you order a water and turn to Xavier worriedly, cupping his cheeks in your hands.
âXavier,â you urged, âAre you okay?â
Xavierâs eyes flutter open, his eyes slightly rolled back, âMâokay. Just sleepy.â You giggle, patting his face gently, realizing the haze in his eyes is a mix of intoxication and post-sex bliss.Â
âI suppose I shouldnât be surprised, youâre always so sleepy. Especially afterâŠâ
Despite Xavierâs eyes remaining closed, he smiles and mumbles as he leans against the wall next to the bar, âCanât help it. You drain me.â
You blush furiously, despite it being loud enough where no one can hear you two. The bartender hands you a glass of water, and you bring it up to Xavierâs lips. Xavierâs eyelids flicker open, his long eyelashes fluttering as he takes in his surroundings again, like heâs so intoxicated off the alcohol and you that he canât make sense of his bearings.
You take his chin into your palm, tilting him up gently so the water doesnât spill. Xavier drinks obediently, not letting a single drop go to waste. His position against the wall makes it so that you tower a few inches over him, so he has to look up at you through his eyelashes. With each gulp of the icy water he never breaks eye contact with you, staring at you with all the awe and devotion in the world.
His hands gently grip your wrists, nuzzling into your hand. The way he watches you makes you want to squirm, his eyes glimmering under the flashing lights. His azure eyes feel like they hold the weight of an entire galaxy, but in reality itâs the reflection of you that makes his eyes sparkle with the brilliance of the stars.
âHey! There you two are!âÂ
You whip your head around to see Tara excitedly hurrying over to you as Xavier finishes the last of the water.Â
You turn to her, âTara! Iâm sorry, I found Xavier but then we gotâŠcaught up.â
She smiles and shakes her head. Thereâs a knowing mischief in her eyes, as if she doesnât believe you, âItâs alright! I made some friends.â
She looks at Xavier. Even though you no longer hold up the empty glass to his lips, he still stares at you with the same starstruck look, a post-orgasm mist over his entire face.
âWhy does he look like that?â
Your cheeks burn and you scramble to find an excuse, âOh, heâs fine! Heâs just drunk. And sleepy. Very sleepy.â
Tara grabs your chin, tilting it up in a squint, inspecting you. Youâre about to ask whatâs wrong, if maybe your false eyelashes came off, but when you look down at your shoulder you see exactly what sheâs looking at.
A bright red, purpling bruise. In the exact shape of Xavierâs lips.
âOh, I bet heâs sleepy.â
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â â§.Ë WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, drunk zayne, needy zayne, jealous zayne, couch sex, booby sucking, pretty vanilla tbh, slightly sub zayne, zayne begs a lot, prone bone, doggy, choking, making out, cumming in coochie, mentions of birth control usage, zayne is a lightweight
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You stumble into your apartment, nearly tripping over the threshold as Zayneâs heavy arm slumps over your shoulder for support. You kick your heels off, briefly bending down to slip Zayneâs shoes off, before you lead him to sit on your couch.
âSit here while I get some water for you, okay?â you whisper worriedly against Zayneâs nearly unconscious face, pressing a kiss to his heated and clammy temple. Zayne doesnât respond, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he takes a shallow breath, nodding gently. Â
Well, this was definitely not how youâd expected tonight to go.
When youâd invited Zayne as your date to the annual UNICORN hosted Huntersâ Association Banquet, you expected it to be a relatively uneventful night. You never expected your raven-haired surgeon boyfriend to get drunk. In fact, youâd never seen him so much as tipsy since youâd known him.Â
And that was something Zayne intentionally made sure of; alcohol was not something he indulged in, ever.
Except when youâre so busy socializing all night that he gets unbearably bored, curious, and desperate for your attention.
So thatâs how he ended up absolutely plastered off two cocktails. In his defense they were deceptively fruity and sweet, the rims coated in thick crystals of sugar. Truly his kryptonite.Â
So when Zayne grabs your wrist while youâre talking to a fellow Hunter, spinning you gently to his hard chest, youâre completely taken aback.Â
âApologies. Can I steal my girlfriend for a moment?â
Your colleague, standing before the both of you, looks flustered at Zayneâs commanding voice, nodding fervently before he turns to leave. His face is pale, not realizing youâd brought a guest to the banquet, much less a guest that looked as handsome and imposing as Zayne. You whip around, eyebrows raised, to face the surgeon in question.
His face is uncharacteristically red, the tips of his ears burning so adorably bright. The first few buttons of his shirt had been undone, the collar disheveled, like heâd pulled at it until the enclosures gave way. Whatâs more, the tension that colored his words, alarming and unusual.Â
âZayne? Whatâs wrong?â you reach up to touch his cheek worriedly, gasping at how warm his normally chilly skin was, âAre you not feeling well?âÂ
Zayne releases your wrist, instead capturing your hand on his jaw with his own palm, pressing you deeper into his cheek. He practically purrs into your touch, nuzzling into your hand warmly.Â
âYou feel nice.â His voice is low, almost a rough whisper against the cheerful laughter of the night.Â
It was very unlike Zayne to be so blatant with his affections, especially in front of either of your colleagues. In this case, the packed banquet hall of UNICORNâs annual Hunterâs banquet, filled with curious and nosy onlookers, peering at the two of you embracing in the middle of the party.
Perhaps the bustling activity became too overwhelming for Zayne, especially given that you had been pulled every which way to discuss your recent mission successes. Youâd hardly had a chance to make sure he was doing okay.Â
âDid you want to leave? I can ââÂ
Zayne pulls you closer to him until your bodies are pressed together tightly, his slender fingers holding your waist in place. You squeak in surprise, blushing as you try to ignore the prying eyes of your colleagues as Zayne strokes your cheek, fingers playing with your loose strands of hair.
âWho was that?â Zayneâs voice is deceptively calm against the top of your head as he breathes in your familiar scent, masking the demand and restraint lurking just below the surface. Your pheromones calm him down slightly, making him feel much more at ease.
âWho was who?âÂ
Zayne bends down to reach your ear, his normally calm and stoic voice much more shaky than usual, âThat man, who was making you laugh. He seemed friendly.âÂ
Zayneâs words tickle your ear, making you shiver. Itâs then you can smell the alcohol on him, as he leans down to whisper in your ear, the bitter scent of vodka mixing with the faint smell of his cologne. Suddenly the questions of his irregular behavior clicked.Â
You lean back to look at him in shock, âZayne?! Are you drunk?âÂ
Zayne looks sheepish, his hazel eyes still intense, âNo. I donât â hic â donât think so.âÂ
You want to laugh at his incriminating hiccup, the surgeon undoubtedly intoxicated. That fact is only confirmed to you when you tip-toe up to peck his lips and taste the bittersweet trace of alcohol on him.Â
âYou were so busy, I got curious and decided to...indulge. Just this once,â Zayne admits, his eyes never leaving yours as he holds you close.Â
You donât speak, in shock at the way his words are slightly whiny and sulky all at once, something you never heard from Zayne. Zayne was never one to be jealous, and much less to actually show that jealousy.Â
Zayneâs eyes lower, glowing at you in a soft regret, âIâm sorry.âÂ
You giggle, resting your head on his chest, arms wrapping around his waist. For that brief moment, you forget all about the watchful eyes around you, only able to focus on the man you loved before you.
âHow many drinks did you have?â
He pauses, looking genuinely deep in thought as he tries to recall the night, âTwo, noâŠmaybe three.â
You grin wordlessly. Zayne never drank, so he was undoubtedly a lightweight, that was no surprise. But you wouldâve thought it would take more than three drinks to knock the formidable man off his ass.Â
Zayneâs jaw clenched as he admires how beautiful you look tonight, his wandering alcohol-fueled desires pushing him to want to see much more, âWould it be alright if we called it a night?â
You nod, peering up at him, âOf course, are you not feeling well from the alcohol?â
Zayne averts his eyes, clearing his throat. His neck bobs against his undone collar, his tie hanging loosely around his chest.Â
âIâm alright. I justâŠwant to be alone with you.â
By the time you arrived at your apartment, Zayne had gotten considerably more drunk, the alcohol being further absorbed into his bloodstream.Â
You hurriedly bring him a cool glass of water, standing in between his thighs, over his limp body. Zayneâs head is thrown back against the cushion of your couch, already having yanked off his suit jacket and tie, the articles of clothing strewn over the arm of the seat, his neck and collar exposed. His snowy pale skin is splotched red, practically radiating a wave of heat.
Your fingers cup his sharp jaw, tilting his chin up, shifting to hold his heavy head in the palm of your hand, stroking his cheek lovingly. Zayneâs eyes flicker up to yours as you tilt him up, his glasses slightly fogged up from the heated crimson flush on his cheeks. His eyes light up when they meet yours, his eyelashes fluttering as he fights to keep his eyes open. You bite your lip, trying to keep your wide smile at bay. He looked so utterly adorable like this, looking up so affectionately obedient like this.Â
You bring the glass gently up to his lips, encouraging him to drink. Zayne obeys, lips latching onto the edge of the cup as you tilt it forward, gently nudging his chin upwards with your other hand.Â
His eyes flutter open at the feeling of your touch, his golden emerald irises trained solely on you as he drinks, refusing to look away. Heâs so focussed on you that dribbles of water stream down his chin as he gulps down the entire glass, falling onto his collar.Â
His eyes never leave yours as he chugs the entire glass of refreshing water, the whites of his eyes shining in the dim lighting of your apartment. If anyone else saw the way Zayne looked at you, theyâd swear they could see hearts reflected in them as he drank from your hands. He looked at you as if his entire world spun around you, the center of his universe.Â
When you pull away, Zayneâs eyes still donât leave yours. Instead, they appear to become more intense, more fiery.Â
âZayne? Do you want more water?â
He doesnât answer. Youâre too distracted by the incensed pools of peridot when Zayne yanks you onto his lap, lips capturing yours hungrily.
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âNgh â Zayne!â you moan, pulling away from his demanding and bruising lips. Zayne grants you a brief break to breathe, but his fingers firmly hold your hips in place atop his erection that strains against his buckled pants, the two of you nestled deep into the couch cushion.Â
He gives you a second before heâs yanking your chin towards him again, soft mouth crushed against yours in an instant. Your lips are captured gently between his teeth, his hunger for you insatiable. The taste of alcohol is still faint on his tongue, and he wants nothing more than to overwhelm himself with the taste of you.Â
Youâre completely engulfed by him, the ferocity of his mouth against yours, the warmth of his breath against your tongue. Zayneâs jaw alternates, side to side, trying to give himself the best access to you he can possibly get. The cool touch of metal grazes against your cheeks, his glasses pressing against you in the vigor of his embrace. He groans in frustration into your mouth, forcing himself to briefly pull away.
Before you can even question him, heâs yanking his misted up glasses off by the temples, tossing them onto your coffee table without a second glance, without a single care. His eyes are hooded with desire, his glasses no longer obstructing you from him. They shut sensually when he leans back in, lips parting as his glasses clatter louding against the table.Â
He says nothing, smashing his lips into yours once again. You can vaguely feel the distinct bump of his nose, pressing into your skin, when he grabs the back of your head, pulling you harder against his all consuming hunger.Â
His tongue is unbelievably tender against yours, despite how urgently and desperately he devours you. His fingers press into the divots of your arched back, his arms are completely wrapped around you, bringing you into an affectionate embrace as he continues to consume you whole. His fingers stroke up and down the half exposed expanse of your back, enjoying how soft you feel against his big hands.Â
You grind down onto his cock as you try and match his passion, your panties sticking to your soaked folds. Your thighs are spread so widely against his legs, that the dampness smears against his dress pants, your dress doing little to hold anything back.Â
Zayne hisses at the delicious pressure, lips leaving yours to gasp into your ear, his hot breath caressing the sensitive skin.Â
âD-Donât,â he gulps deeply, alcohol and anticipation making him trip over his words, âUnless you're willing to take responsibility for the consequences.â
You shiver at his words, leaning in to kiss his reddened earlobe, âAnd if I am?â
And thatâs how you find yourself naked, sweaty, and writhing on your back, under the pressure of Zayneâs half naked body on top of you, his cock ravaging every inch of your poor cunt.
Zayne is a mumbling and moaning mess above you, droplets of sweat beading on his bright red temples, his damp hair dangling below his forehead. His unbuttoned dress shirt flies wildly, his thick muscles twitching every time his lower half drives into you like a madman. If it werenât for the sweat lining your back, youâd undoubtedly be pushed around the couch like a ragdoll under Zayneâs furious passion.
You can barely see Zayneâs eyes, his dangling bangs obscuring much of his frantic face. You do your best to sit up, your chin on your chest, watching the way Zayneâs glistening body jackhammers into you, his rhythm erratic and desperate.Â
Trying not to drool, you watch his abdominal muscles twitch, his briefs and dress pants hanging off his hips. Heâd been so eager to bury himself inside of you that he didnât even take off his clothing, instead pulling his cock out from under the top of the waistband of his briefs. Itâs so heavy and thick with excitement that the restraint of his briefâs waistband is no match for it. Â
âMâsorry,â Zayne mumbles, so slurred you barely even hear it through the clinking of his undone belt, hanging off his waist.
âWh-what?â you pant, tugging at the sweat-soaked shirt that clings to his back.Â
âDidnât mean to get so intoxicated,â he pants breathlessly, almost sounding guilty, âIâm sorry.â
Your heart clenches at the vulnerability shining in his eyes. You know heâs not used to letting himself feel his emotions like this, to really give into his needs and desires. Â
âZayne, donât apologize,â you whimper through the pleasure, stroking his cheek, âYouâre allowed to let go sometimes.â
Your words nearly make Zayne snarl, his pelvis slapping into your ass, his hands elevating hips, your thighs wrapped tightly into his sides.Â
âYouâre so good to me,â he rasps, eyes rolling back as his praises make your body instinctively clench down, âIâI love you.â
âA-ahh nghn â love you sâmuch Zayne,â you squeal as he thrusts even deeper into you, his confession only increasing the passion he feels for you in the drunken moment.Â
Youâre surprised when you feel his damp hair pressing against your forehead, his cool lips brushing a soft kiss onto it, deceptively gentle compared to the way he ravages your wet heat.
âMâalways thinking about you,â Zayne moans, voice muffled as he kisses your forehead over and over, unable to keep his lips, his hands, off of you.Â
âI think about yâtoo Zaâayne,â you pant, trying to focus on forming coherent words through the shape of his erection being molded into your core. You knew just how vulnerable the fog of alcohol had made Zayne and wanted more than anything to reassure him.
But his cock stretching you out, nearly the width of a clenched fist, made that so difficult.Â
âYou looked â you look ravishing tonight,â he slurs, kissing down your cheek and onto your neck, âHad a hard time tonight, watching you â hic â be the most beautiful girl in the room.âÂ
Your chest flutters and you blush, clenching onto him, âH-Hardly.âÂ
Zayneâs eyebrows furrow, giving you a pointed thrust, making your breasts jiggle at the force, âLook at what you do to me.âÂ
His fingers cup your breast forcefully, squeezing down on your poor nipple, âYou know Iâm not one for jealousyâŠâ
âBut even I am not immune when you look like that, giving everyone but me your attention.âÂ
âSorry, my love,â you murmur, trying your best to speak through his frantic thrusts, âYou know youâre the one I come home to at the end of the day.âÂ
Zayneâs eyes darken with satisfaction, his fingers twirling your nipple in between them, âI suppose. But does that give you the right to let men flirt with you shamelessly all night?âÂ
âZayne, they werenât ââ But apparently protesting was a mistake, because Zayne only starts to hammer into you harder.
âThey were,â he growls drunkenly, letting his emotions take control for a split second, âBut I canât really blame them, not when you look like this. Not when you feel this perfect around me.â
You whine at his words, his simultaneous threats and praises making it impossible for you to think straight.Â
âI-Iâm soorry,â you find yourself apologizing, wanting to please Zayne, âWonât do it again, Iâll b-be good!â
âNo need to â hah â apologize, my love,â Zayne groans, âNot when I plan on reminding you exactly who you belong to tonight, all night.â
Your body convulses around him, knowing just how much stamina Zayne has, just how serious his slurred words are. Zayneâs hips falter, his body buckling into you.
âYouâre s-oo tight,â he groans brokenly, letting his head fall down to your chest, âAll for me, right?Â
âAllll fâyou! Only you!â you cry, your fingers gripping onto the back of his shirt when his teeth close over your nipple, nibbling gently. You claw at his back, desperately wanting to be able to touch his bare skin, but his white dress shirt is in the way.Â
âThatâs my girl,â he moans, words muffled by the way his tongue circles around your hardened peaks, suckling like he was trying to find the antidote to intoxication, âSo good for me.âÂ
As his thrusts grow sloppier, you know heâs coming close to his end. But youâre surprised when he pulls out suddenly, leaving you feeling empty.Â
âW-Why?â you demand, leaning up on your elbows in protest. Your eyes widen, almost salivating, when you see the way Zayne is gripping the base of his cock, the thick head red, angry, and ready to burst. He curses, forcing himself to take deep breaths, desperately trying to hold his orgasm back. He was learning that alcohol significantly decreased his normally endless supply of stamina.Â
âDonât want to â ngh â finish yet,â he pants, hooking his arm under your back and flipping you over so that your back faces him, your hips arched slightly off the couch. He quickly takes off his pants that are pooled by his knees, his briefs still clinging to his muscled thighs.
You squeak in surprise when you feel the wet smack of Zayneâs cock against your ass, the surgeon hissing at the painful yet arousing sensation. The sting helps to keep him from exploding right onto your beautiful body.Â
âNgh â Zaaayne!â you squeal when Zayne shoves himself back into you, parting your cheeks to give himself better access. You claw at your couch as he picks up his speed, rhythm still unsteady.
âIâm sorry,â Zayne apologizes, his words bordering on frenzied babbles as he pounds into you, his heavyset balls slapping against your clit, âMâsorry, love. Let me make it better.â
He leans down, pressing a trail of kisses down your spine, his pelvis rippling against your rear. His veiny forearms cage you into the couch, his foot lifting to step onto the cushion, right by your waist. With his leg raising as leverage, he can truly jackhammer into you.
Zayne goes absolutely feral in this position, his fingers coming up to grab a fistful of your hair, tugging gently as he bounces up and down on your ass. The sounds of skin against skin, drunken moans, and moist squelches resounds like a symphony in the early morning lighting of your apartment.Â
His grasp tightens in your hair, his other hand kneading the plush of your ass as it ripples against his thrusts. His voice lowers, throwing his head back with a moan, âBeen waiting all night to have you like this.â
âOh-oh God!â you cry when he thrusts into you, particularly hard and deep, making you see stars, âZayne I-I canât â Iâm so close!â
Zayne hoists you onto all fours, gently lifting your upper body by your neck so that youâre pressed firmly against him with your knees holding you up. He kneels behind you, wrapping one arm around your waist while the other secures your neck against his chest. Â
âMe too, angel,â Zayne pants into your ear, his breath hot and moist. You can feel the truth in his words, his thighs shaky against yours, his thrusts erratic.Â
âPlease, let me cum in you,â Zayne rasps.Â
âWhen have I ever denied you?â you respond. Zayne came inside you nearly every time you two were intimate, ever since youâd started birth control.Â
âItâs a waste, if itâs not inside you,â Zayne slurs, âYouâll take it, right?â
When you donât respond, too wrapped up in the bliss of it all, Zayneâs hand descends to pinch your nipple. The power of his thrusts, the tease of his hands, his aura. He commands authority,
âTell me youâll take it all, for me.â
âI will, I will! P-please Zayne, give it to me!â
Zayne groans, grip tightening against your body, hugging you for dear life, âThatâs my girl, thatâs it, just like that.Â
Zayne has always been vocal, but his drunken ramblings have taken it to another level. You clench down, ready to come undone to the sound of his filthy praises.Â
Zayne is close behind you, hands kneading your breasts, balls slapping against your clit, âItâs coming Y/N, take it. Take it for me, please.â
You scream in response, cunt spasming around the last of his messy ruts. Zayneâs own strangled groans mix with the sound of wet flesh slapping against each other. You can feel every beautiful ribbon of white hot cum painting your insides, coating every inch of your waiting womb.
Zayneâs skin often felt ice-cold, but his cum always came out so hot and heedy. And now, with the flush of alcohol still clouding his circulation, his milky ropes of seed nearly made you feverish.
Zayne slumps against you, his body spent, drained bone-dry. The weight of him against your quivering muscles is too much, and your thighs give out, sending you crashing into the couch. He catches you before you can slam face-first into the carpeted floor.
He sets your limp body gently into the couch, shrugging off his white button-up.
âZayne,â you murmur groggily, savoring the image of his muscles peaking through his open shirt, âCome cuddle.â
The corner of his lip twitches, âI will, sweetheart. Let me clean you up first.â
Using the clean inside of his shirt, he carefully wipes off the slick that collects at your inner thighs, before it can pool onto the couch. Your legs are putty in his hands, Zayne cleaning you with the utmost care and tenderness.Â
When heâs done, he settles beside you on the couch, shifting you so that your neck rests on his forearm. He holds you close with one arm, the other drawing lazy circles into your stomach.
Zayne turns his head to the side, pressing a kiss into your temple, âThank you. For taking care of me tonight.âÂ
You can tell by Zayneâs calm and steady tone that heâs sobered up quite a bit from the orgasm, the control returning to his deep timbre.Â
You giggle, nuzzling deeper into his arm, the hairs of his underarm tickling your shoulder, âI hardly did anything.â In the comfortable silence, your eyes start to flutter closed.
âYou did more than you know,â Zayne whispers, the tender smile in his voice unmistakeable. You simply nod, muttering incoherently as you fall into a deep and sated slumber.
âYou are everything.â
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â â§.Ë WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, car sex, publix sex/slight voyeurism, sex while pulled over in da passenger seat, bottom raf, riding, face sitting, rafayel is a MUNCH, oral f!receiving, jealous raf, drunk rafayel, protective rafayel, somewhat mentions of violence, unprotected sex, no pull out ever
The night road ahead of you is peacefully calm, the drive back to Rafayelâs house a peaceful and scenic trip. There's very few cars beside yours, well Rafayelâs, on the main roads back, likely because it was close to 2am.Â
You were honestly having way too much fun driving Rafayelâs car, thoroughly enjoying the purr of the beautiful Benz. You didnât have the opportunity to drive many cars, let alone a Gran Turismo.
Your fingers tap gently along the rim of the steering wheel, admiring the elegant LED lights that kept you awake. Rafayel had the carâs interior lights set to a blushed lavender color, ever since youâd said it was your favorite setting. It reminded you of the pink in his cotton candy eyes.Â
Your eyes flicker to your right, briefly checking on Rafayel as he groans beside you in the passenger seat.Â
He sat with his arm propped up against the passenger side window, his head resting on his palm. His breathing was still shallow, his eyes closed in a restless and light sleep. The alcohol was no doubt making it difficult for him to rest.Â
You sigh to yourself, trying to think back to how the night had ended disastrously with him so damn drunk.Â
Rafayel had invited you as his date to one of his endless art exhibits, a few cities over from your home. Only this one was special.
When theyâd unveiled his starring piece, a beautiful oil painting on a massive canvas that nearly reached the ceiling, you nearly fell to your knees.
Because Rafayel had painted the most exquisite portrait of you.Â
You, surrounded in ribbons of coral and seaweed, the most colorful globs of intricate paint surrounding you, a mosaic of sea glass. You, dancing in the endless sea of pastel turquoise. You, in Lemuria. His home.Â
Rafayel had painted you countless times before, you were his muse after all. Even if he never admitted that openly to you. But this was different, heâd never so openly shared you with this world before. Never wanted to open himself up like this, to anyone, to you.
It was beautiful as it was magnificent. It made you feel like the most beautiful person in the world, more gorgeous than youâd ever felt in your entire life. The way heâd put paint to canvas and created literal magic.
It appeared others thought so too. All the patrons attending the gala that night clamored around the oil canvas, press snapping photos, writers grabbing at Rafayel, trying to get anything for their tabloids.Â
It was nothing out of the norm. Youâd become quite used to the glitz, glamor, and madness that came with being his girlfriend.Â
What was unexpected, was the attention you got, as the subject of the painting.Â
The people who wanted a piece of you, the stunning woman in Rafyelâs newest piece. Rafayel did his best to keep you comfortable, shooing away the throws of people trying to get even a morsel of anything from you.Â
âRafayel. Itâs okay. I can handle it,â you give him your best reassuring smile, âGo mingle with your guests, Iâll be fine.âÂ
Rafayel looks reluctant, his arm wrapped firmly around your waist, unwilling to let go. Eventually you convince him, with the promise of a reward later if he listened, to go speak to the serious sponsors and buyers that demanded his attention.
âNever shouldâve painted that damn thing,â he muttered as he walked off, looking back at you as Thomas dragged him off. He shouldâve known sharing you with the world would have driven him insane.Â
So you spent the rest of the night trying to be as sociable as possible, not wanting to upset any of Rafayelâs guests. After a few hours you finally found a free moment, finding yourself in front of the portrait once again. Most of the people had cleared out, giving you a chance to really admire the masterpiece.Â
Rafayel was undeniably talented, maybe the most gifted artist in the world, youâd always thought so. But the way he painted you here was more than just art.Â
It was his heart on a canvas. And his heart, his entire world, was you. Every fiber of his soul, woven together into a tapestry of lustrous colors, each one depicting a different memory.
âBeautiful, isnât it?â
You turn your head to the strangerâs voice, coming face to face with a handsome man, clad head to toe in the most luxurious brands. He stands so uncomfortably close to you that you can smell the nauseating cologne wafting off of him. And yet itâs his aura that makes your skin crawl uncomfortably.
He fills in your awkward silence, eyes looking you up and down, âDefinitely not as beautiful as the real thing.â
You really donât know how to respond to the strangerâs boldness, in shock at how forward heâs being. Your relationship with Rafayel was no secret, the paparazzi having photographed the two of you publicly many times. And youâd walked into the gala on Rafayelâs arm.Â
âThank you,â you say curtly, offering a small smile, trying to return your attention to the display.Â
âIâm going to buy it, you know. And then maybe after, I can buy you a drink?â when his hand lands on your bare shoulder you flinch back, ready to resort to your tactical training. The thought of this man buying a portrait of you makes you nauseous.
Before you can give him a piece of your mind, heâs falling backward with a surprised yelp.
âHands off the art,â an all-too familiar voice snarls, as he stands between you and the man. Youâre too shell shocked to realize Rafayel is clearly drunk, his charismatic voice drawling muddily.Â
âDonât touch me,â the man snaps, âI bought this piece, I legally own it.â The way he says âpieceâ makes your blood boil, the misogyny dripping off his words.
Rafayel, drunk as he might be, catches on too. Fire burns in his eyes, matching the heat of his Evol. Thomas isnât far behind, looking at you with desperation on his face, begging you to help him defuse the situation. Rafayel was spontaneous enough as it was, there was no telling the lengths heâd go to when he was intoxicated, especially when you were involved.Â
You reach your hand out, grasping Rafayelâs fingers and gently pulling him back towards you.
âHeâs not worth it,â you whisper when Rafayelâs head snaps to you, his eyes softening instantly when they land on you. Rafayel spares the man, rubbing his wrist with a grimace, a glance. You wrap your arm around Rafayelâs waist tugging him close to you and trying to lead him out of the nearly empty gala.
Rafayel takes a deep and shaky breath, before nodding slightly. As he turns to leave with you, he glances back to the man and Thomas, his chin raised.
âItâs not for sale.â
âB-But I already wrote the check,â the man blew up, face red with anger and disbelief.Â
Rafayel smiles, a fake and genuinely terrifying smile, âI donât care how many checks you write. Youâre never looking at her again.â
Itâs enough to even send chills down your spine.Â
With those words, Rafayel exited the gallery with you on his arm, you rubbing soothing circles into his back. It was rare Rafayel got full blown drunk; youâd seen him tipsy numerous times, but he was always careful not to cross the line into completely losing control of his inhibitions.Â
As he slumped in the passenger seat of his car, he briefly explained just how he found himself so shit-faced.
âEveryone was taking your time,â he slurred, breathing heavily. The alcohol made him bluntly honest, much more so than heâd normally be about something like this.Â
âOh, RafayelâŠâ you giggle, bending over to latch his seatbelt in, âI know, itâs usually you getting the attention, it must have been weird to share it. Iâm sorry.â
Rafayel scoffs, his head resting on the window, âSânot why I was upset. I donât like sharing you.â
You bite your lip to fight the smile that threatens to sneak its way onto your face, âWhy didnât you just come back?â
âWas trying to distract myself. Didnât want to disappoint you,â he mutters, his eyes closed and his arms folded across his chest as you start the car, âI know you wanted me to talk to the annoying old farts.â
And then he promptly dozed off, like a precious little baby.
You were about 15 minutes from his place when Rafayel stirred awake from the mere feeling of your hand on his thigh. It was far too dark to see the tent growing in his pants, all from your fingers stroking his sensitive thighs, even when he was unconscious.
âHey,â you murmur softly, giving him a smile when you see the movement in the corner of your eye, âYou feeling okay? I have water in my bag.â
âP-Pull over,â Rafayel slurs, still clearly drunk. His eyes are glued to your palm on his leg. Not even he knows why the innocent touch has him so worked up and feral.
âWhat?!â you exclaim in a mix of disbelief and shock, âWeâre so close to home ââ
âPull over,â he urges you again, the strain between his legs growing painful, âPlease.â
His urgency makes you nervous, and you quickly find a secluded area you can pull over, turning your hazards on when you do so.
âDo you need to throw up?â you turn to him worriedly, grasping his thigh tighter in your fingers and rubbing soothingly, unsure of what to do.Â
Rafayel groans at your unknowingly innocent actions, rubbing his hand down his face, which only makes you worry more.Â
You undo your seatbelt so you can sit on your knees and face him, your hands still rubbing up and down his thighs, hoping to make him feel better.
Rafayel takes that opportunity to undo his own seatbelt, hoisting you out of your seat and onto his lap. You try to muffle your scream as he effortlessly carries you onto his lap, cramped between his body and the front dash. It always surprised you just how powerful Rafayelâs body was despite his toned and slender build.
âRafayel!â you squeal as he sits you on his lap, âWhat are you doing?!â
He doesnât speak, only looking up at you with big wet eyes. He spreads your thighs so that they cage his own legs, his hands resting on your sumptuous hips. Despite his strong and possessive hold, youâre still able to twist around to grab your tote bag, pulling out a plastic water bottle.
âDonât need to throw up,â he mumbles, looking up at you through his long and dark eyelashes, âJusâ need you.âÂ
With his hand on your back he pushes you down until your chest is flush with his, capturing your lips in a feverish all-consuming kiss. The bitter and sharp taste of alcohol is still strong on his tongue, his lips impatiently messy and insistent. Rafayel rocks up into you as he loses himself into your embrace, his very clear and prominent erection begging for attention.Â
âR-Raf!â you pull away, even at his whiny refusal, hands still tugging at the clothing at your hips, âDid you really make me pull over for this?â Your eyes dart around nervously, making sure thereâs no cars around you. But it wasnât necessary, Rafayelâs windows were so tinted that even if you had your nose pressed to the glass you wouldnât be able to see much.Â
âCome on, at least drink some water while weâre pulled over,â you untwist the cap of your reusable water bottle.Â
âNo,â Rafayel pouts at you, the rose flecks in his eyes glow as he looks up pleadingly at you, âI donâ want water, wanna kiss you.â
You canât help but laugh, despite the risky and precarious situation you find yourself in. That situation being Rafayelâs very excited crotch.Â
âDonât laugh,â Rafayel broods, his bottom lip jutted out, shiny with a sheen of saliva, âI wanted to be with you all night, âspecially when everyone was getting your attention.â He presses his chin onto your shoulder, inhaling the scent of your body wash and pressing wet kisses into your neck.
âWanâ my reward now,â Rafayel slurs, his wandering fingers hooking under the thin strap of your evening dress, slipping it off your shoulders.
âYouâre drunk Rafayel,â you reason firmly, even though your body is already betraying you. Your thighs squirm, widening instinctively for him, excitement pooling at the apex of your legs.Â
âSooo?â Rafayelâs head fall backs onto the headrest, âJust give me a taste, please?â
You want to keep a level head, deny his insane request, but his hard body against your pliable one makes you desperate for more. BesidesâŠthe windows are almost completely blacked out and you were in a very secluded upper-end neighborhood, where all the homes had nearly miles of yard between them.Â
âFineâŠâ you concede, âBut only if you drink some water.â
Rafayelâs eyes practically radiate, nodding eagerly and raising his lips to the cool bottle. His sudden willingness is comical, and you smile fondly at him as you help him to drink. Rafayelâs fingers squeeze against your waist, your soft skin making him grow thicker and hotter by the second.
His body unconsciously grinds against you as he drinks the water, eyes open wide with a faux innocence, staring right at your heated and flushed cheeks. Heâs so focussed on admiring the irresistible look of desire on your face as he relentlessly rocks into you, that he doesnât even feel the cold streams of water trickling down his shaky chin.Â
His fingers trace delicate and intricate shapes into your waist, eyes hooded at the feeling of your heat against his throbbing member. His eyes never leave yours as he finishes the last of the water, looking up at you through his thick purple eyelashes. His eyes shine brightly, the pinks in them accentuated by the LEDs of the car, watching you with a vast sea of desire.Â
Just as you remove the bottle from his lips, Rafayel lowers the angle of the passenger seat, as far down as it can possibly go.
You shriek in panic, clutching onto Rafayel as the chair dips suddenly, limbs flailing wildly. Rafayel takes that opportunity to lift your thighs, hoisting you nearly to the top of the passenger seat until youâre kneeling with his face in between your thighs.
âR-Rafayel!â you yelp, gripping onto the leather backseat for balance, thighs squirming at the feeling of his warm breath fanning against your exposed lips. The slick that had pooled in your panties makes you much more sensitive to his heated pants. Practically dripping onto his face.Â
âYou promised a taste,â he mumbles, all consumed by the way you glisten against the dim indoor lights of his car. He doesnât let you get another word in before heâs pulling your panties to the side and licking a fat strip up your slit, all the way to your clit.
âNgh â Raf!â If it werenât for his strong hands on your thighs you wouldâve crushed him with the way your knees buckled and you nearly fell on top of him.
Rafayel doesnât speak, only a filthy string of wet slurps and strung out moans audible, this tongue writhing against you, positively starved. The way he makes out with your cunt makes your muscles melt, your body nearly melding into the seats.
Rafayel can feel your shaky legs struggling to keep you up and he pulls your hips down, guiding you to sit on his face. In your surprise, you fall completely, a choked sob of bliss ripping from your mouth when Rafayel completely engulfs your weeping cunt into his mouth.
You're a babbling mess of the most lewd cries, your thighs clenching unbearably at the pleasure Rafayelâs tongue forces into you. You try not to put too much weight on Rafayel, but he only pushes you down, wanting you to crush his skull.Â
âTastes so sweet,â Rafayel moans into you, the vibrations of his praises reverberating through every single one of your nerve endings. As he eats you with a relentless excitement, his eager nose strokes along your folds, gathering your arousal with every stroke.
âAnd itâs all for me,â he whines in the most pussy drunken voice youâve ever heard from him, likely from the heavy intoxication, âNo one else's, just mine.â
You can tell heâs still reeling from the encounter at the gala, with the man whoâd wanted to buy the piece heâd painted for you. Just reassuring himself of things he already knew to be fact.
âAnd youâre mine,â you gasp through the sparks in your vision, wrought with pleasure. You do your best to keep your nails out of the expensive leather upholstery, tearing at Rafayelâs skin instead.
He grunts with the sting of your scratches, the pain fueling his excitement, which he funnels into the way he devours you, slurping up every single drop that pools down your lips.Â
With one hand on your thigh, he palms himself through his dress pants, jerking furiously.
It isnât long before he yanks you away with a desperate gasp, carrying you back down onto his lap, âNeed to be inside you now, âkay?â
The ears ring with the whiplash, the pleasure being yanked away suddenly, staring at Rafayel with dumbfounded wide eyes. You barely register when he takes his bare cock out, rubbing it up and down your absolutely drenched folds, your dress bunched to your waist.
He holds himself firm in his fingers by the base, squeezing down as he rubs up and down your glistening slit, peering up at your rosy cheeks.Â
âBaby?â he huffs, sounding faraway, âCan I?â
You barely even register your nod, your body moving on its own volition. Rafayel grins, lining himself up and not wasting another second before sinking himself into you, his favorite place in the entire world.
Your face is stuck in a perpetual oh as Rafayel sinks all the way into you, his veins especially prominent in his intoxication. You can almost feel them throbbing as they squeeze against your tight walls, his hips flattering when he feels himself hit the soft walls of your g-spot.
âNgh â I love you, Y/N,â Rafayel moans, his arms coming up to wrap around your back, pulling you tightly against his torso.
You nuzzle your head into Rafayelâs chest, needing the support as he starts to rock into you, bouncing your body off his lap with the strength of his thighs.Â
âO-Oh God,â you whimper into his chest, letting him man handle you against himself, too overwhelmed by the way heâd made you feel with his tongue, and now his cock.Â
âJ-Jusâ like that, baby,â Rafayel mewls into the crown of your head, taking in deep lungfuls of your scent. His arms are wrapped so tightly around you that you almost canât breathe, but you only want him to hold you harder, tighter.Â
You canât even be bothered to care that youâre fucking in such a public area, the risk of getting caught just a faraway thought. The only thing you can find yourself caring about is the way Rafayel drives deeper into your guts, forcing you to look at him as he buries himself into you.
âHah â pretty girl,â he breathes out, his body slowing. You realize the alcohol must be making him tired, and you force your weight onto your knees.Â
âL-Let me, Raf,â you whisper, sitting up as much as you can until your head brushes against the car roof. Rafayel watches you with wondrous eyes as you begin to ride him.
âOo-oh shiit,â he groans, mesmerized by the way you roll your body into him, âYou're so perfect, Y/N. Just like that, please donât s-stop.â
You whimper, biting your lip and trying to control the way his cock has your body screaming for release. You lean back onto his knees, one hand grappling at the window for leverage, the other cupping his balls.Â
Your hand is met with the wet condensation of the frosted window, the mixture of yours and Rafayelâs torrid breaths fogging up the interior completely. Itâs such a sensual sight that you clench down on Rafayel, thinking about the passion of this moment, in the confined space of his favorite car.Â
Rafayel lets out the most delicious string of moans and expletives as you gently massage his balls in your fingers, fondling them delicately, âOh God, that feels so good, you feel â angh â amazing.â
You throw all your energy into rolling your hips against Rafayelâs pelvis, wanting to use him until you were utterly spent.
âSo big Raf,â you wail, struggling to keep up a rhythm as his size splits you in half, âI-Iâm soo clo-ose.â
âFuuck, me too,â Rafayel grunts, his neck craning back, back arching slightly at the way you ride him so filthily, âDonât stop, Iâm almost â ngh â there.â
His lewd words are your last straw, your hips stuttering as your cunt coils tightly around his length, your body orgasming so intensely through your tightly shut eyes. You desperately hope no one is nearby, because the muffled screams coming from the inside of the car were sure to be audible.Â
âYou love me, right?â Rafayel slurs, his eyes wet and on the verge of coming undone, needing your words to be the final push.
âI love you Raf,â you gasp brokenly, still bouncing on his lap, âSoo-oo much!â
Your vice grip on him has Rafayel seeing stars of his own, the blinding pleasure signaling his own release. As he cums, he brings you back to his chest in a heated embrace, babbling into your mussed hair.
âI love you, I love you, I love you,â comes his strangled mantra, the words overflowing from his wet puffy lips, âMy Queen.â
You whimper as Rafayel fills you with rope after rope of his hot seed, it already beginning to seep out of your hole and down his still hard length. He gives you everything he has, the soul nearly being sucked out his body through his cockhead.
Rafayel digs his nails into your back as you overstimulate him with your languid thrusts, urging you to stop.Â
âN-No more,â he whines, holding you in place, âYouâre trying to kill me.â
You still your hips with a chuckle, listening to his rapidly pounding heart, âI would never.â
Rafayel strokes your hair, holding you against his body, his cock softening and slipping out of you. You wince at the feeling of how much dampness leaks out of you, sitting up and trying to cup yourself so it doesnât leak all over Rafayelâs seats.
But Rafayel holds you back down, âNo. Stay.â
âRafayel, it's going to ruin the seats!â
âI donât care,â he mumbles, his voice still sluggish from the alcohol, nuzzling his face into your chest as he hugs you to keep you from moving.
âYou care, you love this car. I love this car,â you whine, trying to pull away and keep the slick from spilling everywhere, but he doesnât relent.Â
âJust say you love the car more than me,â he sulks, his bottom lip protruding.Â
You glare at him, before deciding to tease him and play along, âI love the car more than yââ
Rafayel covers your mouth with his hand, squinting at you, âIf you finish that sentence Iâll scream.â
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nsfw (18+). includes aphrodisiacs, dry humping, rubbing cock over panties, possessive!caleb, caleb is gentle at first until you piss him off, this is basically âtesting caleb's patience: the ficâ, unprotected sex, creampie, i have to mention that caleb is possessive twice because caleb says some freaky stuff, sappy confession during sex, happy (horny) ending <3 likes and reblogs will be very helpful !!
Caleb doesn't accept love letters and chocolates whenever Valentine's Day comes along. However, girls directly stuff them into his bag without his knowledge sometimes, and you take it upon yourself to eat the sweets because Caleb would just throw it straight to the trash otherwise.
âIt's a waste,â you'd always say. âYou might not like them back, but they still made the effort to make chocolate for you.â
And then Caleb would shake his head, frowning, âThough most of them mean well, sometimes they put weird stuff in the food. So if I were you, I'd spit out that cupcake, pipsqueak.â
You usually don't heed his warningsâCaleb's always been kind of an overthinker. Now, though, you regret not listening to him as an unfamiliar heat spreads across your body, your core throbbing as you feel yourself dripping in your panties.
...The panties that's rubbing against Caleb's crotch right now, soaking the fabric of his pants while you grind down on him. Caleb's expression looks like a mix of confusion, worry, and arousal, his hands hovering above your waist as if unsure where to touch you. âNnâ hey, what's gotten into you? Do you even know what you're doing right now?â
You see his Adam's apple bob up and down as he nervously swallows, and you start feeling something poking you at your clothed core. Caleb sits up on the sofa where you pushed him down a while ago, grabbing your hands on his shoulders. âC'mon, tell me. I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong.â
You whimper, your body collapsing on top of his. He quickly scoops you up, one hand holding the back of your head, the other resting on your lower back, ensuring you're properly seated on his thighs.
âI... I feel weird,â you pant, clutching the front of his shirt. âI'm dizzy, and my body is hot all over. My...â you swallow down your embarrassment, âmy pussy feels empty... Caleb, can't you help me? Please?â
Almost imperceptibly, his grip on you tightens by a fraction. He sighs, angling your head to make you look at him in the eye. Perhaps it's the trick of the light, but Caleb's face is a flustered pink. âI can't do that. You're going to regret it when you turn back to normal and get all weird about it.â He glances at the chocolates you ate on the table, brows furrowed. âAphrodisiac chocolate... I should've known. Then you wouldn't have become like this...â
Your mind is in a daze. Your body feels unusually heavy, but your head feels like it's floating. Most of what he said is lost on you, and at this moment, the only thing you can focus on is that Caleb is looking at something else. You grab both of his cheeks, forcibly turning his attention to you. âPlease help me, Caleb...â Clumsily, you lift up your hips, pressing your cunt against the tent in his pants. It glistens with your wetness, and Caleb can't help but groan when you rub the tip with your thumb. âIt hurts... I need this inside me...â
Caleb has always adhered to your whims, but even he has his limits. He pinches your cheek, âI can't put it inside, idiot, I don't have a condom. I just have to make you cum, right?â He gestures for you to pick up the hem of your skirt, sucking in a breath when he sees how soaked you are. âFuck....â
The entire crotch area is damp, and if he looks carefully, he can even see the faint shape of your clit. Curiously, he draws circles on it, breathing heavily when a fresh glob of slick stains your underwear. âThat's hot...â
He pulls down his zipper, releasing his cock from his boxers. You gasp softly at the sight. He's long and thick, arching to a beautiful curve, colored almost red from the strain of holding back. He gives himself a few experimental pumps, moans coming from his mouth as he masturbates at the sight of you, holding up your own skirt to give him a perfect view of your wet panties, an innocent, frilly pair he can't wait to ruin.
He positions his cock to your folds, aiming at the spot your hole should be if not covered by your underwear. You both groan at the first slide, his pre-cum further soaking the fabric of your ruined panties. He wraps himself in his fist, teasing your clit as he pumps into his hand. More pearls of white spurt out of his tip. âAh, fuck, that's good... so good...â
âAh, ah, Caleb!â
You move your hips, moaning while he rubs himself against your cunt. The warmth of his cock is driving you crazy, and the added friction of Caleb rubbing your nipple through your clothes makes you even wetter than you already are. He's biting his lip, dazed eyes staring at your body appreciatively. âI'm taking this off, baby.â
He impatiently runs his hand through the buttons of your clothes, some of them popping off to clatter on the floor. âH-hey, I liked this shirtâ haa...!â
âI'll buy you a new one,â he grunts, mouthing at one of your tits, sucking as if anything would come out. He unclasps your bra one-handed, throwing it over your shoulder. âThese things are fucking annoying...â
Finally, he gets tired of rubbing you over your clothes. He lifts the side of your panties, sliding his cock inside to directly grind against your pussy. âShit, that's more like it,â he moans loudly, your wetness gliding down his balls. âYou feel so good.â
âCaleb, put it inside already,â you whine, scrunching up the fabric of your skirt in your fists. âThis isn't enough for you either, hnn, right...? Give me your cock, please...â
Caleb grits his teeth, holding your hips to stop you from dropping on his dick. âDidn't I tell you I don't have a condom?â
âI don't care!â you struggle in his hold. âFuck me, c'mon... it hurts...! If you don't...â
You pant against his ear, knowing exactly what you're getting into, drugged or not, â...I'll ask Zayne to fuck me instead.â
The effect is instantaneous. He pulls out, replacing his cock with two fingers plunging inside you at once, hitting deep all the way inside. You choke, gasping out for breath as his hand doesn't stop, slick jetting out of your cunt with every push of his fingers. His clothes are getting soaked, but Caleb doesn't care about them at all, coldly glaring at your face twisted in pleasure.
âSo you're telling me you'd be fine with just anyone?â He's chuckling, but he doesn't sound like he's happy. âFuck. I should've just done this from the start, then.â
He grabs two of the chocolates, popping one in his mouth. When he finishes swallowing, he places the other one in his mouth again, but then he suddenly grabs your jaw. âOpen your mouth, slut.â
He pulls you in for a kiss, mouths locking together. The chocolate melts from the heat, his tongue licking at yours as he's forcing you to swallow. He doesn't let you go until he's sure you've eaten all of it, drool dripping from the corner of your lips.
âWe're not stopping until you learn I'm the only one who gets to see you like this,â he grunts, taking out his fingers and slathering your slick on his cock to make it wet. âI'm the only one who gets to call you mine.â
âHaa... haa...â
Clothes are strewn messily on Caleb's bedroom floor, the mattress squeaking with each thrust of his hips. You're on your back, one leg hooked over Caleb's shoulder, staring into space as you're fucked absolutely stupid.
âFuck, I can't stop my hips....â Caleb's still fucking into you, hasn't stopped for the past hour. The effects of the aphrodisiac have probably passed after the first two rounds, but his cock shows no signs of softening after release. He cums another load into you, overflowing from your pussy to spread into his sheets. âAh, hng, shit... Hey, I told you not to waste it.â
He pulls out, pressing his fingers inside your loose hole to fuck his cum back in. You make a sound of protest, already feeling full.
âAre you starting to regret what you said now?â He grabs the back of your thighs, pressing your legs next to your ears. âToo late for that, though.â
Caleb groans, sloshing his cum inside your cunt with his dick. You helplessly grab at the sheets, moaning brokenly. His pelvis rubs against your engorged clit on every snap of his hips, driving you to squirt on his abs again, his torso glistening with your mess.
âYou're squirting again? How many times have you cum?â Caleb laughs meanly, sucking another possessive mark among the smattering of hickeys he's already left along your collarbones. âNasty girl...â
He leans back, getting a better view of your body. There are traces of him everywhere, from the hickeys on your neck, his cum on your chest because you couldn't swallow everything he poured in your mouth, and the faint bite marks on your inner thighs when he paid the favor and ate you out.
He presses a kiss on your chest, staring at you with dark eyes. âIf you didn't say that, I would've been patient with you. Fingered you loose before putting my cock inside, making sure you're comfortable... I would've helped you ride out the effects of the aphrodisiac and never speak of it again. After all, to you, I'm just family.â He nuzzles against your cheek, his voice taking on a darker tone. âBut you just had to call out another guy's name, didn't you... Would've fucked him if it was him here, not me...â
Caleb thrusts back inside you roughly, fucking your cervix. âYou can't do that, you know? You've always belonged to me. Every part of you is mine, so no one else can touch you.â He cups your cheek, devouring your cries of pleasure with his mouth. âJust me... it's only me, right? I'm the person most important to you, right? You said so... So why are you bringing up another guy?â
He's asking questions, but he doesn't let you answer any of them, kissing you so much you almost can't breathe.
âEven though I'm in front of you...â Kiss. âEven when I'm the only one who loves you this much...â Kiss, kiss. âYou're still thinking of another person...â Kiss, kiss, kiss. âThat's hardly fair when you're all I think about everyday.â Another sloppy kiss.
You weakly push his chest, breaking away from the kiss. âWait, Calebââ
He pins your wrist to the bed. âI'm not stopping.â
âI'm not telling you to stop, I'm telling you to listeâ ahh, haa, hnn!â The cock still ramming up your walls makes it much more difficult to speak, hammering against the sweet spot that makes your toes curl. âFuck, ahâ Caleb, listen to me!â
He hums as he sucks another hickey on your skin. âI am.â
You don't have it in you to argue even when he clearly isn't, trembling at the pleasure. The hand holding your wrist travels upwards to intertwine your fingers together, grounding you back to reality.
âCaleb, I was justâ I didn't mean what I said...â you stammer, trying your best to speak without getting distracted. âI, mmh....! W-wouldn't do this with anyone else... haa... I just said that so you'd fuck meâ ah, ah!â
He scoffs, slowing his pace when he sees you being overwhelmed. âYou're just making excuses to get me to stop.â
âI'm not, you dummy! I...â your brows pinch together, embarrassed to say it but you continue anyway, âCaleb, you're the one I think of when I touch myself... nn... And I know it's wrong, and you only think of me as someone you should take care of, but, I, haah, I like it when you kiss me, or when you hug me, and Iâ gh! I like it when you fuck me hard, too, just like this...â
You move your hand to cup Caleb's jaw, admiring his awestruck expression. He looks at you like he's seeing you for the first time.
âI'm not telling you to stop,â you repeat yourself firmly. âI just wanted to say I didn't mean that thing I said earlier, and if it's you, you can do whatever you want to me. Because I love you just like how you love me, Caleb.â
His hips come to a complete stop. âSay that again.â
âI love you, Caleb.â
âAgain.â
âI love you.â
âAgain.â
âOkay, you're really pushing it, it's embarrassing to saâ aah!â
He grabs your hip, pulling you back to his cock. He fucks you frantically, harsh groans leaving his lips, your name like a prayer. âFuck... you love me? You love... me?â The words seem unfamiliar on his tongue, heartbreakingly quiet. You squeeze your connected hands.
âI love you, Caleb. I really, really love you, I've loved you a long time ago...â you tilt his chin, making him meet your gaze. âNow say it back.â
âI love you,â he says with certainty, as if it's a fact of the universe. âI love you so much.â He buries his head into your neck, sucking new marks. âI love you... fuck... I love you so badly, it hurts...â
His cock drives deeper, the wet slaps of skin deafening in the room. Cum dribbles out of your hole with his thrusts, and he swipes it up to smear it on your engorged clit. Rub, rub. Rub, rub.
âShit, Caleb!â You wail, rutting to his finger. âEverything feels so good, ah, ah!â
âYou feel so good, too, aw, fuuuck...â he's melting inside you, your warm walls clenching around him so tight, sucking him back in every time he pulls out. âYour pussy keeps sucking me back in...!âÂ
âAh, hnahh, ngh, yes, like that, ah! I'm cumming, cumming!â
His balls draw tight, his cock about to burst. âFuck, shit!â he fucks in, in, in, until he's filled every space in your cunt, thumb frantically rubbing at your clit. Clear liquid soaks his cock, wetting his pelvis, and he follows you in your release, shooting ropes of milky cum deep inside your pussy. âFuck, ah, take my cock, take my fucking cum all the way in, ohhâ take it deep in your wombââ
He keeps cumming, and cumming, and cumming. âIt won't stop,â he moans against your ear, watching your hole overflowing with his semen. âYour pussy feels too good, it's sucking me dry...â
âCaleb, shit, how are you stillâ ohh, fuuck...â you whine as the last spurts of semen hit your torso, Caleb having pulled out and pumping his dick to cover you in his cum.
Finally emptied, Caleb collapses on the spot beside you, running a hand through his hair. âI need a shower,â he mutters, feeling the stickiness on his body.
âWe need a shower,â you correct him. âI probably won't be able to walk for the next few days, all thanks to you, so you better take responsibility and carry me everywhere.â
Caleb laughs, light and airy, nothing like the dark tone he's been speaking in earlier. He pulls you to his chest, pressing chaste kisses all over your face. âAnything for the girl I love.â
âŽïž summary: aka sugar daddy! gojo. when you accompany your friends to a bar rich men and women frequent, you catch the eye of a certain white-haired rich man, who is more than willing to spoil you -- in more than one way.
âŽïž contents: 18+, a lot of smut, fluffy, sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, virgin!reader, fingering (f!receiving), oral (f! + m! receiving), but w/ feelings, semi-public sex, sex in a changing room, lingerie, nipple play, first time sex
âŽïž wc: 9,065
This had to be the dumbest idea you had let yourself be convinced to do.Â
You sat in a bar, nursing a soda instead of a drink (because it was all you could afford), and you glanced at your group of friends who had all split off to chat up a different man. And meanwhile, there you were, at the bar alone.Â
Your friends had seen a video or article online with a list of places that rich men tended to frequent, and after another dinner of instant ramen and looking at your dwindling bank account, you let yourself be dragged along to this bar.
You were surprised how easy it was for you all to be let in, but you supposed young clientele also helped to attract the rich ones the bar was really after. It was the perfect place to find a sugar daddy, or mommy. In your case, you were hoping to just find someone who would pay your bills month to month and possibly your tuition. But now you were just hoping someone would talk to you, much less anything else.Â
You had sat here for about twenty minutes, and not a single person had approached you â you had felt a few men and women alike eye you, but none had spoken even a word to you. Heat crept up your cheeks and insecurities bit at your nerves as you stirred your drink absentmindedly â you were such an idiotâ you should have just stayed in today, snuggled up in bed and watched Netflixâ
âMind if I sit here?â And your gaze snaps from your flat soda, ocean blue eyes stopping your breath in its tracks, his lips curled in all too tempting smile, and his snowy locks just tousled enough to look natural.Â
âNot at all,â you manage to say, surely you were gonna catch flies if you didnât pick up your jaw off the floor. He was gorgeous â as he slid into the stool beside you, his baby blue button up showed off his toned physique, his sleeves rolled up, as he looked over the menu.Â
âCan I order you a drink?â a smile on his lips as he offered you the menu â non-presumptuous and didnât order your drink for you â was he even real?Â
âJust another soda, I donât drink often, and Iâm the designated driver for tonight,â though, as you glanced at your groupchat, you didnât think many of your friends would be making it back tonight, at least not with you.Â
âA woman after my own heartâ two sodas please,â he ordered, âIâm not a huge fan of alcohol either. I prefer things that are sweet,â and his gaze slides over your body, âare you?âÂ
And you flush, trying to look nonchalant as your drinks arrive, âTake a guess,â and he hums, as he takes a careful sip of his drink, eyeing you.Â
âOh sweetheart, I donât guess â I intend to know,â your eyes snap to his, playful mirth in his eyes, âand if you have a price, Iâm more than willing to pay it,â he places his platinum credit card on the bar, sliding it to the bartender, âstart a tab for me and the beauty right here,â he flashed a wink at you.Â
Even though this is exactly what you had come âYou donât have toââÂ
âBut I want to,â he leans forward, his lengthy fingers brushing against your hand, giving you ample time to withdraw, but you donât, your fingers intertwining with his, his thumb rubbing against your knuckles, âyou deserve to be taken care of, sweetheart,âÂ
You bite your lip, âand how do you know that? You donât know me,âÂ
And he tilts his head, a wry grin on his face, âI know enough, baby, and I know that I want to be the one to take care of you,â he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing it against your palm, ânow what do you say? Iâm sure we can reach an agreement that youâd enjoy,â and his other hand brushes your thigh lightly, âand that Iâd enjoy as well,âÂ
Your lips part as you stare at him â he could have anyone he wanted, that much was clear â the wealth, the affluence, not to mention his charm and looks â but he wanted you.Â
And who were you to say no?Â
He dropped you home that night, having his driver fetch your car for you after. You both sat in the back of his town car, his hand resting on your thigh, as he spoke to you, his breath warming your skin, as he leaned against you. He didnât ask to come in or to take you to his place, instead he helped you out of his car, walking you to your apartmentâs doorstep. His fingers resch inside his coat pocket, and handed you his business card, his personal number scrawled on the back.Â
His fingers ghost over your jaw, as he tilts your chin up, the low buzz of the overhead light drowned out by your heart thumping against your ribcage, âCall me, ok?â And you nod wordlessly, breath hitching as he drew close.Â
âGood girl,â he smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, âIâll talk to you soon,â he winks, before heading back to his car, âyou wonât regret it.âÂ
But here you sat, staring at his business card the next morning, the only proof that what happened wasnât a dream, as you lie awake, staring at the number typed into your phone.Â
Satoru Gojo.Â
How do you do this? Hey itâs the person you hit on at a bar and propositioned to be a sugar baby?Â
But you couldnât get him out of your head â it wasnât just the money, he wasâŠsmooth.Â
Fuck it.Â
You go to text him, but fate is cruel, and you hit the call button by mistake. You end the call quickly, and contemplate throwing your phone out the window, when your phone starts flashing with the exact number you had called.Â
Double fuck.Â
You panicked, as it rang, then taking a breath and picking the call up, âHello?âÂ
âGotta hand it to you, sweetheart, didnât think youâd be so bold to call me,â Satoru is chuckling over the line, the sounds of the road in the background, and it was clear he was driving somewhere, âbut itâs a pleasant surprise,âÂ
âIs it?â you ask, and he hums, a noise that sends heat across your cheeks.Â
âVery,â he cuts to the chase, cutting over any of the silence that could linger, âcould we have dinner tonight?âÂ
âTonight?âÂ
âI donât like to waste time when it comes to things I want,â and youâre glad he canât see you â your knuckles pressed against your lips, âare you free?âÂ
âI am,â you say slowly, âbut I wanted to ask, after dinner what would the expectations be?â You had no idea how any of this worked, what the arrangement would be, or how it would be handled.Â
âThere are no expectations except for your time,â he says, âwe can take this at your pace, your rules, your limits - we are getting to know each other, and we both happen to want more, Iâd be more than happy to make that happen,â and his words nearly make you shiver, âdoes that sound good, princess?âÂ
âPerfect,â you murmur, and he chuckles, âwhat timeââÂ
â7:00 PM â Iâll send a car for you. I have your address noted, and I have a little dress picked out for you if youâre comfortable with that?âÂ
You hold your burning cheeks, âSounds too good to be true,âÂ
And he hums, âWell, perfect,â he echoes you, âbecause thatâs what we both are.âÂ
The car is prompt when picking you up, and your roommates help you get ready â thoroughly jealous when they see a selfie the two of you had taken that night. And then the doorbell rings, and the three of you are rushing towards the door.Â
âTell us everything donât miss a detail,â your roommates yell-whisper, âhot, charming, and so rich? I hate you,âÂ
And you shush them opening the door, as Satoru stands in a blue button up, simple slacks, and a grin that made your knees nearly buckle, âWell I am rich, she ainât lying,â he offers you a bouquet of flowers â your favorites, all arranged perfectly, âand Iâd like to think Iâm the others as well,âÂ
âSatoru, theyâre beautiful,â you inhale their scent, before you furrow your brow, âhow did you knowââÂ
âLucky guess,â he smiled, fingers finding your own, âI guess we have the same taste in flowers, beautiful â great minds,â and he plucks the flowers and hands it to your roommates, âplease take care of these, and Iâll be sure to take care of your gorgeous friend,âÂ
And heâs whisking you into the car, opening the door for you, as he slides in beside you, his arm sliding behind you, âdo you mind?âÂ
And your heart squeezes, heâs so close, you could smell his cologne â a musky, amber smell mixed with his own scent â his strong arm brushing against your back, and as you peered up at him, a smile on his parted lips, as he stared at you with his cerulean gaze.Â
âNot at all.âÂ
God, you were in trouble.Â
âHowâd you like this to work, sweetheart?â And you nearly choke on your drink at his blunt question, dinner now finished, as the two of you wait for dessert, his lips curled in his perfect smile as always, âI just want us to have an understanding, so I donât do anything that makes you uncomfortable,âÂ
You shake your head, âNo, youâre right,â dinner had gone on fine â the restaurant he picked was impeccable, the prices must have been astronomical (not a single price on the menu itself), and the atmosphere of the corner booth gave the perfect illusion of privacy, âwe should talk about it,âÂ
The financial aspect is simple enough â he offers a stipend that was more money than you could fathom and even consider accepting â but after discussion, you settle on him paying for your tuition and other educational needs as well as a monthly stipend.Â
âBut this doesnât include anything I choose to treat you to,â he smiles, fingers toying with the hem of the dress, making you almost shiver under his touch, âlike this dress or this dinner,âÂ
âFine,â you smile, gaze still shying away, âthereâs still the matter of what I do for you,â you bite your lip, swirling your drink in its glass, âIâve never done this before,â you admit, tucking a stray strand behind your ear, and he tilts his head.Â
âNooo, I would have mistaken you for a pro,â he teases, and your cheeks flush, as you sip your drink, mostly for bravery â that was true, you had never done the sugar daddy thing â but that wasnât what you meant.Â
âI mean that too, Iâve never had this sort of arrangement, but,â you toy with the napkin spread across your lap, âIâve also neverâŠbeen with anyone before,âÂ
And he pauses mid-sip of whatever fruity drink he had ordered â more juice than alcohol (he didnât prefer the taste of liquor), âAt all?âÂ
You flush, swallowing thickly, as your eyes looked down at your lap, âIâve been on dates, but never beyond hand holding â Iâve never let it get beyond that,â you never had much an interest, and the people you were interested in had never truly reciprocatedâ until, you glance at Satoru, now.Â
He sets his glass down, his lips curled, âbut with us â you think thereâs a chance thatââ and you squirm under his gaze, âof wellââÂ
And his gaze softens, âYou never have to feel obligated to do that â no matter what we agree on for what I can do to help accommodate you, I donât want you to feel like Iâm paying a price for your body,â before he adds with a cheeky smile, âunless that turns you on,âÂ
You huff a laugh out, chewing on your lip, âI appreciate that, but,â you finish the rest of your drink, before sliding closer in the booth, your thigh pressing against his, âI want to know what itâs like,â and you lean forward, all too close, but he dares even closer.Â
His fingers find your jaw, tilting your gaze up, âAnd youâre sure, Princess?â his breath warms your lips, and you can smell the sweet smell of his drink on his, âthereâs no rush,âÂ
âWho said anything about rushing?â you murmur, and you donât know if it's the intoxication from the alcohol or from Satoru Gojo himself, but your lips graze his first, barely even. Your lips parted as you brushed your lips for a moment, before sliding away a centimeter, âSatoruââ
But his lips find yours again, fingers cupping your cheek gently, thumb gliding along the soft slope of your cheekbone, âYouâre right, youâre not something to be rushed,â he murmurs, words as smooth as velvet, âyouâre something to be savored,â and his lips slide against yours, swallowing your gasp as he deepens the kiss with the tilt of your heads, before heâs pulling away, allowing you a moment, âdoes that mean Iâm your first kiss?âÂ
And you nod, with kiss ruined lips parted and chest rising and falling, eyes half lidded with pleasure and excitement â all of which makes him want to kiss you breathless, kiss you silly until you have no thoughts but of him, âIâm sure Iâm not yours,â you tease, a small smile on your lips, but a slight anxiety about your inexperience lingering in your words.Â
He only chuckles, wrapping his arm around you to draw you closer, one hand cupping your jaw and the other sliding through your locks, âBut youâre the only one that matters, sweetheart,â and heâs kissing you again, and your lips begin to learn the dance he was teaching you, as he steals your breath and sense in one fell swoop. And when his tongue asks for entrance, he swallows your gasp with a smile, as you part your lips for him. And you swear you almost hear him murmur, âgood girl,â between fevered kisses and touches.
Now, his body leaning into you, pressing you against the plush leather of the booth, his hand rested on your thigh now, toying with the hem of the very same dress he had bought you, âSatoru,â you sigh, as your lips finally part a moment, foreheads resting against each other. His eyes take you in, kiss bitten red lips, your cheeks flushed.Â
His lips kiss your cheeks, and then your forehead, âI think I should take you home,â his thumb rubs against your lips, pulling at the bottom one.
âWhat about dessert?â and he shakes his head.Â
âThereâs only one dessert Iâm craving at the moment,â he murmurs, crystal eyes lidded with lust, as he cups your cheek, âand I wouldnât be keeping my promise if I indulged, now would i?âÂ
âAnd if I offeredâŠdessert?â and he makes a noise â a cross between a hiss and a sigh, before shaking his head.Â
âI want to do this right,â he murmurs, âI know this isnât a relationship, but itâs like one â and I want you to enjoy it, and if we rush into things, you may end up getting hurt, and not in the enjoyable way,â he pinches the soft flesh of your thigh teasingly, âletâs get you home, princess, and we can plan our next outing, and our next step,âÂ
And you rise, as he helps you out of the booth, as the waiter comes over, âHave you changed your mind about dessert?â
Satoru hands him his card, paying off the tab without even a glance at the receipt, âYes, I had something far more sweeter and satisfying,â he winks at you, as he pockets his card again. He escorts you to the car, hand resting on the small of your back, his side pressed to yours, as if he was afraid youâd slip away any moment.Â
The car ride home was spent with quiet conversation and stolen kisses, your hand slid up his thigh to tease him, as his lips slide over a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, both of you moaning lowly, as he stares at you with lidded eyes, âYou sure youâve never done this before?âÂ
âPromise,â you flush, a rush of pride settling into heat as you saw the way he looked at you, before your lips find his again, âbut you make me never want to stop,â and he growls lowly, leaning forward his hand snaking around your waist to nearly pin you down on the seat.Â
âSay more words like that and I may lose the hint of self control I have,â he groans, and heâs kissing you again, his tongue slipping into your mouth again, as you slide your hand into his hair, finding smoothness underneath his white locks â an undercut, fuck.Â
âMaybe I want you to,â you murmur, and he pulls back to look at you with his crystal gaze, dark pools of lust that made you shiver, his fingers digging into your waist.Â
âDonât tempt me,â and heâs about to kiss you again, when the driver clears his throat, and the two of you glance out the tinted window and realize you have arrived back home. And the fact of the matter was the car hadnât been moving for quite some time.Â
You bite your lip, âDo you want toââÂ
And he kisses you softly, his fingers tracing over your jaw, âI want to, but we should take this slow,â he presses another kiss to your cheek that only serves to make me pout, âit will be worth it,â and he leans in to kiss your other cheek, but you turn your head to meet his lips in another kiss, making his breath catch, as you pull away with a smirk. His lips parted, as his gaze darkens, âsuch a tease, princess â I was thinking you were an angel that I was corrupting, but maybe youâre the one doing the corrupting.âÂ
âAs I should be,â you grin, before pulling open the door, moving to slide out of the car, âcall me?âÂ
âIf I donât, I can always count on you calling me first,â he teases with a wink, âIâll call tomorrow, dream of me, ok?âÂ
âAnd if I donât?â and he laughs, leaning forward with that smile that always made your heart stammer in your chest.Â
âOh, you will.âÂ
âSatoru,â you whined, âcan weââÂ
âSo impatient,â Satoru chides, chuckle rumbling from his chest, voice deliciously raspy from the makeout session they had just had, âforgot how needy you are, baby,âÂ
And how could you not be? Splayed across his lap, your back pressed to his chest, thighs spread across his now very damp slacks, your dress riding up on either side as his hands slid up your bare legs, his touch teasing enough to have you on edge, your panties growing more drenched by the moment.Â
âI needââÂ
âYou donât know what you need,â Satoru murmurs, as his fingers brush your hair aside, âdo ya, baby? You just wantââ and his fingers finally tease your inner thigh, âmore, donât you? Such a greedy little princess,âÂ
âOnly for you,â and that makes him groan in your ear, his lips pressing a kiss behind it, before sucking at your earlobe, âplease, Satoru,â
âWe have a shopping trip planned, baby, gotta get you some new clothes for our little vacation, donât we?â He hums, his fingers toying with the edge of your panties, âespecially since you keep ruining all of yours,âÂ
âYouâre the one ruining them, baby,â you pout, your lips pressing wet kisses along his jaw, âI know we promised to take it slow, but please, Iâve been so goodâ donât I deserve a little reward?âÂ
He hums, two fingers pulling and snapping the elastic of your panties against your skin, âLetâs go shopping and Iâll see about your reward, Princess,â and your lips purse, as he chuckles, lips pressing against yours, âdonât worry it will be worth the wait.âÂ
And it was.Â
That was how you ended up in this particular predicament, pressed against a changing room wall, the black dress he had insisted on you trying on for him, hiked up around your waist, as his thumb pressed against your puffy clit.Â
âThis is what you wanted, isnât it, pretty baby?â Satoru coos, his finger beginning to press against the growing wet patch on your panties, âwanted to reward you, and you look so pretty and perfect in this dress, how can I resist?âÂ
And a whine leaves your throat, and he tuts, âNot so loud, donât want the other shoppers to hear what weâre doing,â and his fingers finally pull aside the crotch of your soaked underwear, âyouâre so fuckinâ wet, baby, you sure this pussy is a virgin?âÂ
âSatoru, please,â and he pulls your lips into a sloppy kiss, all tongue and teeth, right as his finger finally sinks into your needy cunt. He swallows your moans eagerly, as his thick finger curls against your gummy walls, reaching places you were never able to by yourself.Â
âSo fuckinâ tight, sweetheart, gonna break my finger, how would I fit my cock in this tight cunt?â And he drags his bulge against your ass, making you gasp at the size of it, âGonna have to stretch it out, make you nice and loose for me,âÂ
âFuck,â you whisper, and heâs grinning as his lips press sweet kisses against your neck, his finger pumping in and out slowly, your slick squelching as he does, finger brushing against that spot that has your knees nearly buckling, âSatoru, IââÂ
âAlready gonna cum, baby?â heâs humming, while your lips try and fail to pout, mouth falling open in a silent moan as your walls flutter around his finger, as he fucks you through your orgasm.
But heâs not stopping, as your hand reaches for him, heâs caught you by the wrist, a second finger sinking into your dripping cunt now, ânot done with you yet, pretty baby, I know you got more left for me,â heâs scissoring and stretching your walls - curling his fingers just right so he hits that special spot of yours. And it isnât long until youâre cumming again, his hand covering your mouth, muffling your moan as you ride his fingers.Â
âSatoru, please,â youâre nearly crying from the overstimulation, but youâre refusing to use your safe word, as he guides you and him to the seat in the fitting room, sitting on his lap right across from the mirror.Â
âLook at you, all fucked out and pretty for me,â his fingers under your chin forces you to look at yourself â- your cunt dripping and spread open, his fingers plunged inside you still, your slick dripping down his hand, âso perfect for me,â he murmurs, âthink you have one more for me?âÂ
His fingers move slowly, parting your walls, making you gasp, âToo sensitive,â you whine, but heâs sliding your lips against yours again, as his fingers begin to push into you, âSatoru,âÂ
âCâmon baby, this is your reward,â heâs grinning against your lips, âjust relax and enjoy it,âÂ
And you donât know how many more times he makes you cum. By the end, the dress youâre wearing was ruined, damp from the cum dripping down your thighs, âDonât worry, Iâll pay for it,â heâs cleaning you up, before sliding your underwear back into place, ânow letâs find some other clothes for you, baby â need to get you out of this dress now, donât we?âÂ
âDo you want to stay over?â Satoru murmurs, his lips pressed to your neck, making you pause, âIâd stay over at your place, but with your roommates weâll have an audience,â and he adds, âunless youâre into that,âÂ
And you roll your eyes, before smiling, âwhat would staying over entail?âÂ
âAnything youâd want it to,â heâs kissing your cheek, and then your jaw, and then your lips,âI just want to wake up with you â maybe make breakfast together, maybe a little more if you want to,âÂ
âThat sounds perfect,â and you knew just what you wanted for breakfast.Â
âPrincess,â he hissed, his ocean blue eyes half lidded as he stared at you between his thighs, âthis isnât what I meant when I said Iâd make you breakfast,âÂ
And you pressed a kiss to his weeping tip â you never expected a cock to be so pretty â but why wouldnât it be on Satoru Gojo? If a higher being existed, it gave with both hands when it came to him â the tip was flushed red, every vein and curve was perfect, and it was so long.Â
âWell this was exactly what I had in mind,â you grinned, your tongue flicked against his slit, collecting the pearl of precum resting there, âcouldnât wait to taste you, Toru â if I couldnât have you fuck my cunt, I might as well have you fuck my mouth,âÂ
He swallows thickly at your words, adamâs apple bobbing, crystalline pools clouded with lust, âCareful what you wish for, Princess,âÂ
âIâm always careful,â you suckle at the swollen tip of his cock sloppily, drawing a moan from his lips. It was clear you were inexperienced â your lips and tongue were clumsy, your fingers grasping at his base were unsure, but the heat in your eyes only made all of your inexperience all the more arousing, âtell me what to do,âÂ
And Satoru swallows thickly, eyes fluttering down at you, as his lips slowly curl, âstart by sucking at the tip, slowly at first,â and you do just as he says, all too eager, making him liable to cum on the spot, ânow trace the slit at the tip with your tongââ and he grunts as youâre already doing as he says before his sentence is done, âgood girl,â and the praise sends a wave of heat through your body, your needy cunt growing wetter by the second.
âNow, want you to slide my cock into your mouth, mind your teeth,â he warns, âno rewards for bad girls who bite my dick â thatâs a lesson for a different day,â he adds with a wink, making you hum around his cock, making it twitch, as you take more of his length, slowly sliding it further into your warm mouth.Â
Heâs grunting, holding himself back from fucking your mouth then and there â there would be time for that, but right now, he needed to teach you right.Â
He was a teacher â first and foremost.Â
âJust like that, pretty,â heâs moaning, his fingers gently gripping your head, guiding your mouth up and down his cock, âthatâs it â fuuuuckââ and heâs hissing when your fingers toy with his balls, as your tongue traces over his veins, forcing every muscle in his thighs from having you deep throat his cock then and there, ânow can youââÂ
And you suck at his cock, lips wrapped around, as you stare up at him, eyes lidded with lust, thighs pressed together, as you slurped at his cock, your tongue flicking at his slit, âbaby, you sure youâve never done this before?â and his hips begin to stutter against you, making you gasp around his length, âso fucking perfect for me, baby â know what I like without even trying,âÂ
And how is he this fucking close already? Is he the virgin or are you? His hips roll into your mouth shallowly, your fingers finding what couldnât fit in your mouth and stroking it, all while his fingers grasp at the mussed sheets below him, âfuck, sweetheart, âm sâclose,â and youâre only re-doubling your efforts, cheeks hollowing around him, âyou donât have toââ but you suck at the tip, tongue laving at his length, and heâs spurting his load down your throat.Â
His head falls back, as his hips stutter into your mouth, fingers tugging at your hair, drawing a moan from your lips. And his half lidded eyes falling to your lips around his cock, his cum slipping down the corner of your mouth as you continue to swallow.
âFuck, baby,â heâs panting, hissing at the sight of you as you pull your lips away from his length, strings of his cum and your spit connecting your mouth to his cock, âsuch a good fucking girl,â he says, nearly a growl, âmy good fucking girl,âÂ
Youâre smiling up at him, watery eyes, as your tongue darts out to clean up his release from your mouth, making his breath catch, âYou taste so good, Toru,â and god, youâre so cute â he wanted to spoil you, buy you the whole world and more, and he catches your thighs rubbing together â but firstâÂ
And heâs manhandling you, fingers sinking into your thighs and heâs flipping you onto your back, his chest still heaving, sweat glistening on his forehead, and a grin on his lips.Â
âMy turn,â he murmurs, sliding his lips against yours, tongue tasting his release on your mouth, before kissing down your body, before heâs settling between your thighs.Â
âhe was going to have his breakfast.Â
The semester wore on and Satoru became more and more busy with work. His messages became few and far between, and your time together dwindled to nothing. Although he still sent the stipend each month, you found your thoughts wandering to him far too often â daydreams between paragraphs of reading and review for an exam that you didnât particularly care about.Â
This should be the dream right? Money for essentially no effort. You had long forsaken the days of ramen noodle dinners and scraping by on your loans â you should be happy. You could go where you wanted, do what you wanted â but why was the only place you wanted to be was with Satoru? You pulled out your phone, refreshing the notifications over and over as if it would change the outcome â but it didnât â still no new messages from him.Â
Was he really busy with work? Anxiety begins to creep into your mind â or was he busy with someone else? Had he been hanging onto you on the back burner â waiting for someone better to come along? You open Satoruâs text chain â the last message sent was your own â and you chew on your bottom lip.Â
Were you about to break your own rule about double texting?Â
You type â Hey, just wanted to check on you. Been thinking about you a lot.Â
You delete it. Is this desperate? What if he thinks youâre desperate? Youâre running your hand over your face, pressing your knuckles against your lips. Â
Fuck it. You type the same message and send it.Â
Oh, itâs worse. Texting and having to wait for a response is worse â and now you simultaneously want to constantly check your phone and also chuck it in a lake. You lay back on your bed, turning and burying your face in your pillow.Â
What the fuck were you doing?Â
Several hours pass, and you place your phone in the kitchen, as you sit in your room, trying to focus on studying for your exams, instead of thinking about whether Satoru texted you back or not. You finally allow yourself a break at dinner time, and wander out, spotting a few texts from Satoru. Your heart squeezes as you pick up your phone and check.Â
Hey baby, is that your way of saying you miss me?Â
Because I miss you too.Â
Whenâs your last exam?Â
You bite back a smile â itâs on this Friday â Iâll be done at 6:00 PM.Â
He types, and then stops, then types again, and then stops. Then he sends a simple âok.âÂ
And you donât hear from him again, which only makes the rest of the week a delight to get through. Youâre sure you scraped by on your exams â Friday didnât come soon enough, but it had arrived. You stretch as you leave the exam hall â bundled up in your jacket, as you make your way back to your apartment. But only, you're not the only one outside the building.Â
Satoru stands, leaning against the side of the car, eyes on his phone as he stands in a long deep gray winter coat, a cream sweater underneath, looking utterly too perfect. He glances up, cerulean blue eyes finding yours, lips curling in a smile that you hoped was only reserved for you.Â
âHey, sweetheart,â and youâre holding yourself back from running, quickly walking over, and heâs closing the gap as well, pulling you into his arms, his arms sliding over your jacket â âis this all youâre wearing? We need to buy you a warmer coat,âÂ
âSatoru,â youâre shaking your head at his priorities, your fingers sliding over his front before sliding them under his jacket, âwhat are you doing here?âÂ
âWell, my project finished up earlier today, so I spent the day preparing a little surprise,â heâs tilting your chin up, leaning down to brush his lips against your jaw, and you shiver â most assuredly not from the cold, âweâre going on a trip,âÂ
âA trip?â you blink, utterly too distracted by his lips placing wet kisses up and down your jaw, nearing your lips, but always stopping short, âwhereââÂ
âA hot spring â I thought we could use some rest and relaxation,â his lips hover right over your own, his thumb dragging down your bottom lip, âand some privacy â I reserved us a private hot spring,â and his palms slide down to your hips and squeeze, âjust you and me,âÂ
âThat sounds amazing â wonder what else you have planned,â your lips lean up and brush against his, making his curl into a smile, and your heart stirs â god, you didnât care about the money, about the amenities, about the dates â he could have just taken you for a walk and youâd be happy by his side, âI missed you so much, Toru,âÂ
And heâs kissing you again, his hand sliding back to hold the back of his neck, deepening the kiss before he pulls away. Youâre panting as he does, lips kiss bitten red, âI did too, baby, it was so difficult being without you â kept thinking about seeing you. I had to hold myself back from seeing you the minute you texted,â heâs sighing, âbut thatâs why I thought this weekend would be perfect â spend it just with each other, no distractions,âÂ
âToru,â you murmur, âI need to tell you something,â you canât hold back â you need to tell him, you need him to know, and his lips press into a pout, forehead wrinkled, âI think I have feelings for you â more than what our relationship should have,â your cheeks flush, eyes falling to the ground, and you watch your breath warm the cold air, âI donât know if you feel the same or if we should stop, but I needed you to know because IââÂ
And his finger rests against your lips, eyes nearly shining in the moonlight, âYou really mean that, sweetheart?â and you swallow the lump in your throat, before nodding. And he grins, before his lips find yours in a bruising kiss, pulling you impossibly closer, wrapping you in his jacket as he presses himself against you, âI have feelings for you too â I have for a while,â
âYouâdo?â you manage between kisses and breathes, and you look up at him with wide eyes and parted lips â and youâre so impossibly cute â he has to hold himself back from taking you against his car then and there â âSatoru, pleaseââÂ
âI do, I do, sweetheart, you said youâve never done any of this before, well Iâve never done half of the things Iâve done with you,â he murmurs, a chuckle caught in his words, âdo you think Iâd plan a trip like this for just anyone? Iâve never even engaged in this sort of relationship before â until I saw you,âÂ
You pause, mouth agape, âSo youâve never had a differentââÂ
âYouâre my one and only baby,â he teases, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead, âand worth every cent, second, and effort Iâve used,â And you bite back a smile, eyes slightly glassy, âwhat?âÂ
âI thought â I donât know, when I hadnât heard from you, I thought you had found someone else, that you were going to leave, and it just seems so silly now,â you shake your head, but heâs cupping your chin, meeting your gaze.Â
âIt is silly, baby,â heâs pressing another kiss to your lips, âbecause Iâd never leave you â and Iâm not planning on it, are you?âÂ
âNo! No, of course not,â and he laughs at your eager reply, making your cheeks hot, as heâs burying his face in the side of your neck, âToruââÂ
âAt this rate, youâre gonna make me fall for you, princess,â and your fingers card through his hair, grinning as kisses your neck, and you make him look at you â pale skin flushed from the weather or your touch, it could be either.Â
âThatâs the plan.âÂ
âWas this part of your plan?â Satoruâs voice is caught, as looks at you â oh and he could look at you forever.Â
Your innocent lips painted pink, a perfect accent to the light cerulean lingerie that you had wrapped yourself in. The lace and see through panels left almost nothing to the imagination, but at the same time, hid just enough. You were a present ready to be unwrapped â and you wanted him to do the unwrapping.Â
âYou tell me,â you chuckle, twirling a strand of your hair between your fingers, letting your legs spread further apart, making him drop the bouquet he was holding, ânothing to say?âÂ
It had been a few weeks since your trip away and you had been hinting at wanting to finally have your first time with Satoru. But each time, he always ended up fingering you or sucking you off â he was hesitant, he didnât want you to regret your choice.Â
But how to explain that you could never regret him? Well, this was the only way to think of â a hammer instead of a gentle hand.Â
And his gaze grows lidded, mouth dry, as he steps forward, âsweetheartââÂ
âYou kept saying you wanted our first time to be special, but you donât get itââ you reach out and tug him closer by his tie, âmy first time will always be special if itâs you,â you kiss his jaw, smiling, and heâs wordless as he stares at you, hesitancy eating away at your confidence âbut if you donât wantââÂ
And heâs got you pinned under him, knee pressed between your thighs, his fingers sliding up and down your exposed skin of your sides, his perfect lips curved in a smile, âI guess weâre really not understanding each other, baby,â his lips ghost over the nape of your neck, as he inhaled deeply, before pulling back, his thumb now dragging over your lips, âI want you â badly,â and his fingers tease the fabric of your lingerie, âyou donât know how many times Iâve come close to giving into you, to wanting to just fuck you like Iâve dreamed about, fantasized about â but, I guess I was waiting for a perfect moment that didnât exist â since every moment with you is special, right?â He teased, making you flush.Â
âI want you too, Toru, so bad,â you rub yourself against his knee, âI canât wait anymore, are you gonna fuck me orââÂ
His knee grinding against you cuts you off with a whine, âdonât tempt me so much, sweetheart, we gotta do this right,â his lips find yours again, all tongue and teeth, as he swallows your noises and more with pleasure, his knee rubbing against you in earnest, âgotta prep you right,â he murmurs reverently.Â
His lips trail from your lips to press wet kisses to your jaw, and his fingers part your thigh further â and you let him with ease. And his lips tease the edge of your lingerie, âitâd be a shame to take this off, so maybe Iâll just take you in it,â his mouth closes over your clothed nipple, teasing it through the fabric, making you gasp, âbut then again, I wouldnât be able to see your body without any obstructions. Decisions, decisions,âÂ
And heâs snapping the shoulder strap against your skin, as he pulls his knee away, the dark damp patch on the fabric, âPlesse, Toru, I need moreââ and his lips curl, as his fingers tease your clothed cunt, two fingers dragging right down the slit. The wet fabric barely doing anything to stop the press of his pads against your sensitive folds.Â
âSo wet for me already, sweetheart? Iâm flattered,â he grins, leaning down to inhale, before a soft moan leaves his lips, âyour scent is as good as you taste,â making you keen against him at his words â you could never grow used to the sight of him between your thighs, his blue irises fixed on your cunt.Â
âJust for you, Toru,â and he bites back a groan, his gaze half lidded with lust, âonly for you,âÂ
He canât wait anymore.Â
He kisses up your body, teasing your bellybutton with his tongue, dragging his mouth up your abdomen until he reaches your lips. And he kisses you again, lips burning against yours, stealing any coherent thought with only a brush of his lips or a stolen touch of your thighs. But now his lips reach the waistband of your lacy panties, giving another broad lick, tasting you through the soaked material, before heâs sliding two fingers inside the elastic tugging it down your legs.Â
âAs much I love your lingerie â it needs to go,â and heâs sniffing the fabric with a small moan, before pocketing it with a wide grin, âfor now,âÂ
âToru, those were expensiveââÂ
âI know, my money paid for them,â he winks, making you shiver with a graze of his teeth against your inner thigh, âIâll buy you as many as you like, as long Iâm the only one taking them off,â his warm breath makes your cunt twitch as his fingers part your pussy, stretching out your walls â so fucking tight, Â âsâpretty, all for me,â his thumb brushing against your clit, making you whine, âso needy, pretty girl â you need my cock that bad?â Heâs thumbing your chin, making you meet his gaze and his cock throbs â you were already so fucked out â chest nearly heaving, your breasts nearly escaping their cups; your lips parted with pants and soft moans; and your eyes fixed on him, lidded and needy â it was enough for him to cum there and then.Â
Was he the virgin or were you?Â
âIâll give you my cock, baby,â his tongue finally licks up your cunt, savoring the taste of you on his tongue â sweetest thing heâd ever had â âbut Iâm going to have your cunt first,âÂ
Youâre a mess â moaning and twitching as your fingers grasp at his snowy locks, white strands between your fingers bury him deeper in your aching warmth, thighs nearly suffocating him â and he wouldnât want to die any other way, honestly. Fuck, how is he so good at this? Two seconds, and youâre ready to squirt all over his face â the way his tongue drags against your insides and flicks against your clit, before sliding back into your sweet cunt, making your walls twitch around him.Â
And he canât help but grind against his sheets and mattress, surely leaving a stain on his pants â but fuck, he couldnât help it. All he couldnât help it â all he wanted to was sink into you, bury himself deep inside, until he made you cum over and over â but he wanted this to be good for you.Â
Itâs when his lips close around your clit and suck as your fingers sink into you once again and fuck you open when itâs all over for you. Youâre moaning unabashedly now, your back arching and your legs trembling as you cum hard, his name on your lips in an almost scream, as he only eats you out through your orgasm, tongue lapping every drop of your release, as you come down from your high. Intense pleasure ebbs away to slight twitches and heavy pants, as you look down at him with fucked out eyes, his face absolutely covered in your glossy release, as his pink tongue darts out to collect the rest, back of his hand taking care of the rest, your cunt convulsing at the sight of him.Â
âKnow it was good, but didnât realize it was that good,â and heâs leaning up, sliding off the bed to strip off his jacket before undo the buttons of his shirtâs cuffs, fingers deftly undoing his button-up now, âso perfect for me,â and heâs pulling his phone from his pocket, as he leans down to part your thighs for him, his gaze dark with lust as he snaps a few pictures of your leaking cunt, âsuch a pretty princess cunt,â and you hear the clink of his belt as he undoes it, your gaze lifting as your eyes raked over his defined abs and muscles, following all the way down to his v-line and belowâŠ
Fuck.Â
You knew he was big â hell you could barely fit him in your mouth, but how the fuck was he going to fit inside you? And your nerves come back full force, but mixed with an excitement â an excitement and a relief that your first time â your first time would be with someone you loved, would be with someone that the word âloveâ failed to encompass your feelings for.Â
Even when he was a teasing ass.Â
âLike what you see, baby?â heâs grinning, as he drags his engorged tip against your fluttering walls, smearing his pre-cum against yours, groaning as he watches it mix, âfuck, been dreaming about this for so long,â as he leans over you to press a kiss to your sweet lips, the lust mixing with love â an entire ocean of love that threatens to drown you if you look for too long, âare you sure?â the words are said with such concern, such care, such gentleness that it almost makes you want to cry â but you donât know why.Â
âI am, always, when itâs you,â and your fingers find his cheek, as you lean up to kiss him, his lips curved in a smile reserved for you.Â
âDonât go getting all soft on me now, sweetheart,â and you laugh.Â
âShouldnât I be saying that to you, old manââ and you gasp as he presses the tip against your entrance, waiting for your go-head to push in â but that doesn't mean he couldnât make you eat your words.Â
âWhat was that, baby?â itâs his turn to laugh and yours to pout, before youâre pulling him close again.Â
âSatoru, pleaseââ and your gazes meet again, and thereâs no need for any more discussion. He moves slow, lining himself up, making sure he is lubricated enough to slip into you.Â
âIf Iâm hurting youâ-âÂ
âIâll scream,â you tease, and he snorts.Â
âIâd like to see you screaming for a different reason, but that works too,â and heâs leaning down to capture your lips once more, as he sinks into you slowly. Your lips part in a gasp, your expression twisting with the discomfort you felt, but it wasnât anything you couldnât tolerate, and his eyes meet yours, as you give a nod, and inch by inch, he fits himself in you â until he finally bottoms out.Â
You both groan, his fingers running through your hair, âSo fucking perfect fâme, sweetheart,â and heâs not moving, letting you get used to him filling you up, âI know, itâs so much, isnât it, baby? But youâre doing so well,â and his lips met yours again, as the slight discomfort ebbs away, all you feel is want, want as his tip finds your cervix, want as you feel your walls meld to his shape, and want when you hear the low groan stuck in his throat, âgood girl, my best girl,âÂ
And you canât help the desperate whine that parts your throat, âPlease, move,â you nod, and thatâs all he needs for him to pull back and thrust back in, pulling gasps and moans from your pretty lips.Â
âThatâs it, baby,â he grunts, as he falls into a rhythm, âfuck, your cunt is practically sucking me back in â getting the feeling you donât want me to stop, sweetheart,â heâs pressing sweet kisses to your neck, in contrast to the dirty squelch of your cunt and the slapping of your hips with his as he fucked you.Â
It felt so good.Â
Your fingers find purchase on his neck, fingers dragging through his white locks and undercut, drawing him impossibly closer, as his lips close over one of your nipples, licking and sucking as he thrusted into you. And heâs guiding your legs around his waist, and your legs pull him ever closer â ever deeper â as he groans against you. He presses sloppy wet kisses along your collarbone, his groan vibrating against your skin.Â
âLook at that, pretty girl, taking me so well,â heâs grunting, as he looks at where you two meet, watching himself sink into you over and over, âgânna make you only want this cock â no one elseâs â all mine,â and youâre so close â your head buried in the nape of his neck, and he could hear every pant, moan, gasp right as it left your mouth, âsuch pretty noises â never made these noises for anyone else, have you, baby? Just fâme,âÂ
And you nod, eyes fluttering shut, âClose, sâclose,â pleasure building, like a coil ready to snap, you canât find the words â âIâmââÂ
âCum on my cock, Princess,â his fingers press down against your clit, rubbing and thatâs it, âlet me make you feel good,âÂ
Your walls clamp down hard his dick twitching in your cunt, a low groan leaving his lips, as he fucked you through your orgasm, and his hips stutter against you, low moans leaving his lips.Â
It felt so right. Pleasure washing over you as your toes curled, your eyes nearly rolling back, as you came. And he canât stand it much longer âÂ
âWhereââ he groans, your slick cunt too much for him, your cum drenching him, âIâm closeââÂ
âInside, please, Iââ and he gives a shaky chuckle.Â
âSo greedy, baby â want my cum too?â He kisses you, long and soft as he moaned your name far too loud, his warm, thick load spilling inside you, as he fucked it inside, âlook at that, filled you up so good,â as he finally stills inside of you, as he eases out, groaning as he watches your mixed release slip from inside you and trickle down his balls, âsâgood, so perfect for me,âÂ
He grabs a towel to clean you up, gently cleaning your thighs, murmuring sweet nothings. Before he leans down to press a kiss to your reddened lips.Â
âAre you okay?â He runs his fingers through your hair, and you nod, as you cup his cheek.Â
âIâm perfect,â you sigh, as he curls up beside you, burying his face in the nape of your neck, âand you?âÂ
âWhatâs more than âperfect?ââ And you snort, before heâs leaning over you, âwhat?âÂ
âYouâre such a dork,âÂ
âBut Iâm your dork, your very rich dork, who loves to spoil you,â and you laugh, pulling him close.Â
âJust mine,â and heâs kissing you again.Â
âJust yours.âÂ
And you find yourself at that same bar you did many moons ago.Â
You nurse a soda, instead of a drink, because you didnât care for the taste of alcohol. Habits die hard with the company you kept. You felt the gaze of several people on you, but none of them approached â and you didnât mind one bit.Â
âMind if I sit here?â And you smile, stirring your soda with its straw, not bothering to look up at the sound of this very familiar voice. The same voice that had woken you up with several kisses to your neck this morning.Â
âNot at all,â you reply, as you slide over his fruity drink â some concoction that is utterly too sweet â âyouâre late,âÂ
Satoru sighs, swirling his drink in its glass. âWell, the business partners were particularly chatty. I think they knew we had dinner plans,â Satoru sips at his drink, pouting, as you comfort him with a chaste kiss to his cheek, âhowâd the job interview go?âÂ
âI think they might give me the offer,â you smile, but you shrug, leaning against the surprisingly not sticky bar counter, âIâm not too worried either way,âÂ
âI told you donât have to workââÂ
âAnd I told you I want at least to work part-time to contribute something,â you remind him, as you lean close, fingers lacing with his with a squeeze, âdonât worry we will spend a lot of time together,â and heâs still pouting.Â
âThatâs not enough,âÂ
âPlenty?â And he relents, murmuring something about âthatâs better,â, âwhere are we going for dinner anyway?â You raise an eyebrow, âsuch secrecy tonight,âÂ
âI have to keep you on your toes, sweetheart, canât have you losing interest,â he smiles, as his fingers reach into his pocket, and you roll your eyes, unimpressed.Â
âNever,â you roll your eyes, as he leans over and presses a kiss to his neck, and heâs finding your lips, fingers brushing your cheek, panting as he parts, âI know youâre trying to avoid the question.âÂ
And he only offers a grin, before heâs holding a ring before you, âtake a guess,âÂ
You stare at it, blinking, your fingers covering your mouth, âSatoruââÂ
âI told you a long time ago here that I wanted to be the one to take care of you â and now Iâm asking to take care of you forever,â and you canât help but grin, âIâm sure we can reach another agreement â as long as you let me call you my wife,âÂ
And youâre already pulling him into your arms, lips sliding against his, as he melts into the kiss, âis that a yes?âÂ
You laugh, offering your hand, âput the ring on me,â and he does, sliding it onto your finger, smiling.Â
âYou wonât regret it,â and you kiss him again, pressing your forehead to his. Â
âI know,â because saying yes to marrying Satoru Gojo was surely the smartest idea youâve ever had. Â
âŽïž a/n: s/o to @laneysmusings for being the best beta reader, and i was truly possessed with the idea of having gojo take care of me and hearing mei mei say that he's "so rich" and he's like " well, she ain't lying." I also didn't listen to agora hills while writing this fic, but i used all the edits of gojo to that song as insp for the title and header lol.
Suguru dies, Satoru doesnât, and you are coping extremely poorly.
wc â 1.3k
tags â minors do not interact, widowed reader
The two of you are too young to be getting married, so you sneak out of campus to elope at the nearest courthouse. Suguru almost asked Satoru to come, you almost asked Iori. In the end, you decided it was better this way, just the two of you.Â
It was what most wouldâve called a shotgun wedding, too quick and over almost immediately. It was what you wanted.Â
Suguru splits a beer that he bought by sweet talking the cashier out of ID-ing him and a slice of convenience store cake with you. The rings are cheap aluminum, the stones plastic. It was all he could afford.Â
You kiss the band and slip it on your finger, and then you kiss the boy. This moment, in the cold and still night, is yours forever. You dream about it for years after, your beautiful, dead Suguru. The way his eyes shone in the fluorescent lights, so dark you couldnât see the depths. You would just keep falling and falling.Â
He kisses you back, cradling your head in his hands like youâre something precious. He tastes like cheap beer and a sweetness that makes your teeth ache. This is what reminds you of him when heâs gone. 12 am cake and the bitterness of failed dreams.Â
When you are sixteen, you dare to believe that you are something more than what the world has assigned you. You still think you are the heroes, and you can escape your fate.Â
Youâre right. You are the heroes. But thatâs who fate loves to toy with the most.Â
Yaga doesnât bother to scold you when you come back to campus with the signed documents and the promise rings that Suguru will never end up replacing. Heâs not your father, he says.Â
He says the same thing when heâs awkwardly stroking your back as you heave over the toilet. You would think itâs morning sickness except you and Suguru never managed to have sex before he died. Itâs only mourning sickness, not a baby in you but grief.Â
You thought you would have more time. Enough for all of it, the two story house he promised heâd build for you. Brick by brick, using his own hands. He wanted to be that man for you, someone whoâd give you anything you wanted.Â
He used to be a sweet boy. Heâd come up with baby names between forehead kisses in the mornings, syllables whispered between pecks on the temple. He was too old to be so young, already caught up in all the ways heâd be a good father.Â
It wasnât fair.Â
When he died, Yaga cleaned out his room. His face was solemn when he found it, a rictus mask when he gave it to you. A tiny wood carving of an armoire, the draft of something Suguru wouldâve made for you. The two story cottage and the small patch of vegetables that would never be.Â
You rush to the bathroom again. Uncomfortably, Ieiri makes a joke about immaculate conception. Yaga tells her roughly not to do it again. In between hot and cold flashes, you have a fever dream of two little girls with Suguruâs dark eyes.Â
Guiltily, you wish it was Satoru.Â
It wasnât fair. It shouldnât have been anyone, but if it was going to be any of you, it shouldâve been Satoru.Â
He was too reckless. The six eyes made him believe he was capable of anything. He was the messiah of the Jujutsu world, if anyone had to be sacrificed on the pyre of their hypocritical ideals, it shouldâve been him.Â
He was born to balance the scales, to make things right.Â
Suguruâs only duty was to love you.Â
None of it made sense. Now you are a young widow with a ring that scratched every time you put your hand down.Â
When Kento abandons the Jujutsu world, he asks you if you want to come with him. He doesnât understand when you tell him no.Â
Suguru hated the Jujutsu world, but itâs all you have left of him. At least here, you still have memories of him sitting in the courtyard, the wind in his hair. His ghost still haunts the cafeteria. His smell lingers in your room. Hair pomade, the cologne his father bought him. Years worth of something lived in.Â
If you go with Kento, youâll lose him again.Â
So you stay with Ieiri, living off Yagaâs kindness because youâre useless and refuse to do anything. Why get yourself killed for higher ups that sent Suguru to die? Why do anything at all?Â
You think it was doomed from the beginning. The only way to have survived would to have been born outside of all of this.Â
You couldnât have saved him, but you wanted to try.Â
The anniversary of his death, Satoru shows up at your door. Heâs drunk and looking for a fight. You take the beer bottle from his hand and smash it over his head.Â
Then heâs wet and sticky and still looking for a fight, so he kisses you. You push him away and he staggers back. You ball your hands in his shirt and drag him down, angling your head the way you wouldâve kissed Suguru.Â
He doesnât kiss like Suguru. He does taste like him. They drink the same shitty beer.Â
Now you understand why heâs drinking. Satoru doesnât like alcohol. You had always thought they had to have kissed at some point - too many dirty jokes between them for the alternative.Â
You donât want him, you want Suguru, but if you close your eyes - he still doesnât feel like Suguru. Disgusted, you push him away, go to the kitchen, and fix him a glass of water.Â
Friendship between sorcerers is a serious thing. It has to be when working with another sorcerer is the same as asking to risk your lives together. Itâs a unique strain of trust that canât be found anywhere else.Â
You donât like Satoru very much, not even when Suguru was alive and you were forced to coexist with him, but you donât need to like him for your relationship to work. You can think heâs annoying and wish he was dead instead of your husband and still need him to be sitting here, in your kitchen, drinking water out of your cups.Â
You donât know why he came, but youâre grateful he did, even if some part of you wants to chase him away. Part of you even loves him a little for it.Â
You donât even know if he did it on purpose. Maybe he came being drawn by the same indecipherable motives that guide you. Maybe he had no plan at all.Â
When he finishes the glass, you get up to refill it for him. He catches your hand in his when you reach for it. Youâre hovering over him, uncertain. His eyes are so blue.Â
His mouth closes over your fingers. You perceive the hot wetness of it first, then the loss. He opens his mouth. Sparkling on the flat of his tongue, your sad aluminum wedding band lies like a pearl against muscle, trapped in a gleaming white shell.
You kick him in fury. âGive it back.â
âI wonât fuck you with it on,â he says.
âYou shouldâve asked.âÂ
He never would have, you know.Â
Sex with Satoru is okay. Heâs pretty good. You cry a few times when heâs finally inside you. More gently than you expect him to, he brushes away your tears with the pads of his fingers. You try not to think about your ring, sitting on the nightstand. When he makes you cum, it makes you feel weightless.Â
âIâm not taking the couch,â he says in the stillness after. Youâre both lying on your backs, facing the ceiling.Â
Thatâs fine. If heâs not leaving, then you burrow in closer, your head resting in his chest. You can feel the thud of his heart, a bit slower now, but still pounding furiously to keep up with his exertion.Â
He runs a hand through your hair. If you both close your eyes, you can imagine someone else there, wrapped around the two of you.Â
Youâre at a party and Nagi looms over you without meaning to bc his ass is 6â2â but he canât take a hint so every time you back up to get some breathing space, he takes another step with you and another and another until heâs backed you into a wall. But the wall is actually Reoâs chest and now youâre sandwiched between them and actually, I think this was the plan all along, for Reo to have his hunting dog chase you into his arms.
He scares you a little. No one understands when you tell them about it. Itâs not that you think heâd hurt you. Heâs just-
Enormous. Built like a fortress. Itâs only instinctual to cower from him. He has the lazy confidence only an apex predator could carry.
He towers over you and he doesnât even seem aware of it. You wish he would be more attentive to his surroundings, like Reo.
But Nagiâs not the type to care about things like that. He never notices how much space he takes up when he takes the seat next to you on the bench. His thigh unavoidably ends up right next to yours.
And heâs always leaning over you to grab something out of the cabinet. When he walks next to you, your knuckles brush.
Honestly, itâs embarrassing how hypersensitive you are to his presence while he just slouches around you. He probably has no idea.
Itâs why you prefer Reo.
Heâs so careful with you. Somehow, his height never registers when youâre together, despite being technically comparable to Nagiâs. Reo has this incredible ability to just slip away, tuck inside himself. He charms you so easily you forget how strong he is as well, until you do something like trip on the stairs and he catches you with one arm.
Heâs handsome and clever and makes you feel safe. Your affection for him is nothing serious, just a school girl crush, puppy love kind of ephemera. But it makes seeing Nagi unavoidable. Theyâre best friends, after all.
You try your best not to squeak in fear when Reo starts making you sit between them. Itâs safer, he says.
Safer for who?
Thereâs an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach, like youâve climbed out of the wolfâs jaws into the lionâs den. Surely this means nothing, though.
Reoâs your shelter from Nagiâs overwhelming presence. You trust him.
Youâre at a party and Nagi looms over you without meaning to bc his ass is 6â2â but he canât take a hint so every time you back up to get some breathing space, he takes another step with you and another and another until heâs backed you into a wall. But the wall is actually Reoâs chest and now youâre sandwiched between them and actually, I think this was the plan all along, for Reo to have his hunting dog chase you into his arms.
He scares you a little. No one understands when you tell them about it. Itâs not that you think heâd hurt you. Heâs just-
Enormous. Built like a fortress. Itâs only instinctual to cower from him. He has the lazy confidence only an apex predator could carry.
He towers over you and he doesnât even seem aware of it. You wish he would be more attentive to his surroundings, like Reo.
But Nagiâs not the type to care about things like that. He never notices how much space he takes up when he takes the seat next to you on the bench. His thigh unavoidably ends up right next to yours.
And heâs always leaning over you to grab something out of the cabinet. When he walks next to you, your knuckles brush.
Honestly, itâs embarrassing how hypersensitive you are to his presence while he just slouches around you. He probably has no idea.
Itâs why you prefer Reo.
Heâs so careful with you. Somehow, his height never registers when youâre together, despite being technically comparable to Nagiâs. Reo has this incredible ability to just slip away, tuck inside himself. He charms you so easily you forget how strong he is as well, until you do something like trip on the stairs and he catches you with one arm.
Heâs handsome and clever and makes you feel safe. Your affection for him is nothing serious, just a school girl crush, puppy love kind of ephemera. But it makes seeing Nagi unavoidable. Theyâre best friends, after all.
You try your best not to squeak in fear when Reo starts making you sit between them. Itâs safer, he says.
Safer for who?
Thereâs an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach, like youâve climbed out of the wolfâs jaws into the lionâs den. Surely this means nothing, though.
Reoâs your shelter from Nagiâs overwhelming presence. You trust him.
Sae wants to act funny, but he doesnât know youâre about to act hilarious.
wc â 2.7k
tags â romantic mind games, thinking of Sae like a predator that plays with his food, jealousy, possessiveness
âI donât care who you fuck,â he says with a shrug. âWeâre not dating.âÂ
Your hands still on the collar of his shirt that youâre smoothing down. Itâs ten minutes before your dinner reservation, which means youâre going to be late, but you know the maĂźtre d' so it should be fine. It would be, if Sae didnât insist on opening his fat mouth once a week to try to break your heart so he can prove to himself that heâs not invested.Â
Heâs not fooling anyone. You know you have him, hook, line, and sinker. When you made that joke about getting Kaiserâs number, it was just a joke. You didnât even say you wanted to sleep with him! Sae came up with that implication all by himself.Â
You have three options and only a few seconds to decide. Sweat beads on your forehead. You can practically see the timer run out, like an imaginary game with a big fat red buzzer letting you know you failed.
You can:Â
a) say âweâre not dating?â in a whiny little broken voice and make it obvious you liked Sae more than he liked youÂ
b) sit in silence and make it awkward like you are currently doingÂ
c) fuck around and find out
So you only have one option, really. Youâre not a coward, so it canât be b, and youâd rather choke on your fancy steak tonight and die then ever let a man think he played you and got away with it.Â
âCool,â you say. âIâll let Kaiser know he has your permission.âÂ
Youâre joking, but you donât think he is.Â
âCool,â Sae replies, but heâs so disinterested that you think he didnât even hear the last half of your sentence.Â
Dinner is great even though Sae is an asshole because he somehow still makes it fun to be with him. Your friends all ask you why you want him. They donât see what you see; they think youâre just after the football fame, the fortune, the model like beauty.Â
Youâre a little more twisted than that.Â
When you press your patent heel up against Saeâs calf, he doesnât even flinch. He takes a long, slow draught of water - because he doesnât drink alcohol, which is deliriously sexy to you for some reason - and raises an eyebrow at you. Everything about him is cool and collected, even when you inch higher and higher until youâre practically right between his legs.Â
His hand slips under the table, grabs your ankle, and repositions it on his lap. He doesnât spare a thought for how your dirty shoes are on his nice slacks. When you try to retract your foot because this is dangerous, this is not what you expected, his hand locks you in place.Â
He holds your eye across the table. You wanted this, his eye contact says. Be good and take it.Â
Sae is hard to read.Â
He can be so apathetic, so indifferent to your words, and then draw warm, lazy circles on your pulse with his thumb. He looks mildly amused when your brain short circuits in the middle of your sentence, every neuron redirected to the feeling of his hand on your ankle, soaking in heat from his palm.Â
You want to pull him apart and see what makes him tick. For you, love is almost like dissection. You want to be able to know him so intimately no one else will ever be able to say they come close.Â
Although he apparently doesnât feel the same about you.Â
Knowing Sae is a rare privilege all in itself. You thought you were content. When you first met him, thatâs all it was: fun. You liked pulling him apart and putting him back together, figuring out which parts of Sae were real and which were a front. But now, after a few months, youâre hooked. Itâs become more than a game. Itâs an addiction.Â
The more he rejects you, the more you want him.Â
You donât think youâve ever been this pathetic in your life. Youâve never chased anyone the way youâve done for him.Â
Itâs killing you to think about the numbers heâs done on your reputation. Your friends already think youâre whipped.Â
Youâre afraid to admit theyâre right, and thatâs the real reason youâre upset about what he said earlier. You never thought you were dating but you thought -Â
Ugh. You donât know why you expected him to care.Â
Sae is, if an asshole, also a gentleman, so he pays for dinner and sends you home in an Uber on his card.Â
You smile pleasantly until you get into the car and then youâre practically tearing your hair out. You need to make him regret this.Â
So obviously the question now is who would make Sae the sickest to find out you got with? Who would have that man holding his stomach in tears?Â
Shidou is too obvious and also you doubt that Sae would care. In a funny way, Shidou is the least you can do to him.Â
Oliver? No, heâs too much of a slut. This needs to be a hit and run, an attack, but targeted. Aiku is just too easy to make Sae feel anything besides mild annoyance that you fucked his captain.Â
Youâd have to butter Kaiser up before you even got near him, and besides, Sae didnât even react when you brought him up earlier.Â
Your brain flinches away from Rinâs face when it pops up in your brain like you touched a hot stove, a solid rejection you donât even have to think about.Â
No.Â
It hurts too much. Youâre angry but you still care about Sae. This is-Â
You want to piss him off, not hurt him irrevocably. Dating Rin right after not-dating him would be something the two of you couldnât come back from.Â
Even if Sae likes to pretend heâs not sensitive when it comes to his little brother, you know better.Â
Back to the drawing board.Â
The most important part is that Sae canât know youâre trying to make him jealous, so it has to come up organically. Youâre aiming for a teammate because you need someone who will talk about it in Saeâs locker room, someone who can get it to Sae without making it too obvious.Â
All paths lead to Oliver Aiku.Â
Unfortunately.Â
You donât even know if this is going to work.Â
âJust so you know,â you tell him, âyou werenât my first choice.â
âAw, why?â He asks. âYou donât think Iâll get Sae mad enough?âÂ
âAre you kidding me? If anything, heâs going to think Iâve lowered my standards! Heâs not going to regret losing me, heâs going to think that Iâm so pathetic his little rejection sent me off the deep end!âÂ
âBut then heâll be right,â Oliver says. âConsidering he did lower your standards and send you off the deep end. Youâre standing in my living room right now, arenât you?âÂ
You squint at him. âAnd I can walk right back out, so donât test me.âÂ
âDonât be like that,â Oliver purrs. âIâm great at making men jealous.âÂ
âIâm not sure thatâs something to be proud of.âÂ
"Don't worry, sweetheart. Iâm going to take you somewhere your man couldnât even dream of taking you.âÂ
âOliver, this is a Wendyâs.âÂ
âSae would never dream of taking you here,â he shrugs. âWow, good bite! Youâre great at eating.âÂ
âOkay, one, thatâs a weird thing to say, and two, Iâm going to go find someone else if you canât help me. I know you canât help yourself but since Iâm your friend, I thought at the very least, you would try not to waste my time.âÂ
âYeesh, calm down-âÂ
âDonât tell me to calm down!âÂ
âMy bad,â he says cheerfully. âTrust me, I have a plan.âÂ
âI donât trust you,â you say pointedly, narrowing your eyes at him.Â
He ignores you. âWhat makes a man angrier than thinking you moved on?âÂ
âMoving on with his rival?âÂ
âClose. Thinking he never had you. See, Sae takes you on these fancy dates to high end restaurants and museums and what not. But you know how he is. Heâs with you but heâs not really with you. You gotta beat him at his own game. Let him think that you were just indulging him when really this is what you want.â He scoots his chair closer to you until you can practically feel the warmth of him radiating through his thin shirt. His cologne smells like jasmine, a strangely delicate scent for him. âMake him feel like he never really knew you, because Iâm the one who does.âÂ
You breathe in the scent of his feminine cologne, stalling. It would be so easy to listen to Oliver. It would be so easy to let him in your heart. He knows what to say and when to say it.Â
In a way, he does know you.Â
Familiarity is unavoidable with time, and youâve been friends of circumstance for ages.Â
âYou just wanted an excuse to take me to Wendyâs,â you say with a fake laugh that is so perfected, you can only pick up the stilted quality of it if you really, really listen.Â
He pulls out of your space a little, a smile playing on his lips. âYou know me so well. That too.âÂ
Oliver knows you a little too well. He says the right things at the right times because heâs telling you what you want to hear.Â
Are you destined to be toyed with by beautiful football players?Â
In the car on the way back to your house, Oliver texts you. âGet him back for me, playa.â Â
In the locker room, Oliver doesnât start the conversation because that would be too obvious. Heâs a respectful man, he doesnât kiss and tell. It would be out of character for him to start bringing up last nightâs exploits and Sae would catch on instantaneously.Â
He waits until Sendou, not subtly, tries to ask him who that pretty girl he posted last night was.Â
âAre you sure that was a girl? Aiku never posts who heâs with. It was probably his sister.âÂ
Oliver doesnât see who said that, but he doesnât take offense. Again, he doesnât kiss and tell. Whoever heâs with is a secret.Â
He lets them simmer for a little bit more before he casually drops your name, saying it was just a friendly meal. Out of the corner of his eye, Sae stops putting on his shirt.Â
âIâll say,â Sendou says. âYou took her to Wendyâs? Thatâs foul even for you.âÂ
âMaybe she likes Wendyâs,â Aiku says. âYou donât know her.âÂ
Although that last part isnât really directed at Sendou.Â
Itâs rare for Sae to willingly open social media, but here he is, scrolling through Oliverâs story. Your face is never in any of the pictures, but he can tell. Youâre-Â
His brain stutters to a halt.Â
Youâre wearing the necklace he bought you on a date with another man.
Thereâs only one picture left in Oliverâs stories from last night, but of course that demon wouldâve saved the best for last. Itâs a simple shot. Youâre sitting outside somewhere, under the stars. His hand is holding yours from across the table, your arm stretched out towards him. Itâs the only one with a sliver of your face in it, the edge of a sweet, tender smile.Â
Sae doesnât fight. Heâs not the type. But over you?Â
He fights the only way he knows how. Through football.Â
When Sae calls you after practice, you fumble your phone so hard it drops out of your hands and into the sink. You had fun with Oliver last night, but deep down, you didnât really think Sae would care, as much as you wanted him to. Itâs just the way he is.Â
By the time you fish your phone out, itâs making strange noises and unable to return Saeâs call. You donât feel like going out today after your wild night - crying onto Aikuâs shoulder through mouthfuls of French fries - so you resolve to pick a new one up tomorrow.Â
Sae will wait. Heâs very patient.Â
Sae shows up on your doorstep within thirty minutes of your denied call. He lives twenty minutes away, if he speeds.Â
Now heâs sitting in your living room, drinking water from your favorite mug while you squirm uncomfortably. He, on the other hand, seems content to sit in silence.Â
âYou hung out with Aiku last night,â he says.Â
Now that heâs actually in the room, you feel like you did something wrong. Itâs insane how much influence Sae has over you. He hurt you, but retaliation somehow feels like getting caught with your hand in a cookie jar.Â
âYes,â you mumble.Â
âHm? Speak up.âÂ
âSo what if I did?âÂ
Sae raises an eyebrow. âNothing. I donât mind who you hang out with.âÂ
âFine,â you say. âGuess Iâll hang out with him again. Since you donât care.âÂ
His mouth curls into a smile behind his mug. That motherfucker. Itâs ticking you off. Heâs so in control of himself, so smug and pleased and -Â
âDo you want to be my girlfriend?âÂ
âYou know, since you care so much- huh?âÂ
âDo you want to start dating?â He rephrases patiently.Â
You stammer for a bit before youâre able to reply coherently. âI thought you didnât want to.âÂ
âDid I say that?âÂ
âYes,â you hiss. âYou made it very clear.âÂ
âI donât remember saying that,â he says and sets his mug down. When he stands, terror rises in you. Heâs coming over. Heâs sitting back on his haunches in front of you on the couch, eye to eye. âI just said that we werenât dating. But Iâd like to.âÂ
âYou only want me because I was with another man,â you say faintly. Youâre trying to act cute, playful, but youâre not sure itâs working. Thereâs not enough blood going to your brain.Â
âYou want me to beg, donât you?âÂ
You canât deny how excited that makes you. Part of it is the way he says it, his voice slow and measured, deepening near the end. Part of it is just hearing âbegâ come out of Saeâs mouth.Â
âOkay, then. You donât like Wendyâs.âÂ
God, you hate men. Who cares about Wendyâs? Why do they always argue about this? Oliver and Sae both-
âYou like the places we go. You like,â he tugs lightly on your necklace in a way that stops just shy of stinging. âThe way I spoil you.â He pushes you back onto the couch and leans over you. âYou like the way I know,â his nose brushes over the carotid artery in your neck, âwhat makes you feel good.âÂ
âSo I can beg if you want me to.â Heâs all in your space, filling it up. All you can smell and feel and see is Sae. You feel paralyzed by his eyes. Devoured whole. âI can get on my knees for you and let you put a leash around my neck and promise that you can have anything you want from me. But letâs not pretend that you want anyone else but me.âÂ
Okay. So maybe you do care about Wendyâs.Â
âAiku thinks he knows you,â Sae says, his voice calm and easy. Itâs like heâs laying out a mathematical formula instead of confessing his love, but itâs so Sae. âHe doesnât. I know you.âÂ
You whimper.Â
Sae laughs dryly.Â
You donât sleep in your own bed that night. Sae drives you both back to his apartment, insists on brushing your teeth for you with the toothbrush he bought for you, and does your skincare routine before he tucks you into bed.Â
Youâre half asleep when he says, âYou think youâre so clever, donât you?âÂ
âHuh?â You mumble, facedown in his pillow. It smells like him.Â
Sae leans over so he can kiss your forehead. When he whispers, itâs directly in your ear. âYou think you tied me down, huh?âÂ
Youâre wide awake now. âObviously,â you snap back, annoyed that heâs still trying to play these games. You know heâs not indifferent to you, you just wish he would-Â
âNo, dear,â Sae says. The pet name sends chills down your spine. âI trapped you.âÂ
Summary: After witnessing a horrifying murder on your way home from work, you black out and wake up chained to a bed in a strangerâs home. And, weirdly enough, this stranger insists that the two of you are in love.
Length: 13.7K
Content Warnings:
There are several layers of non-con here. Reader is kidnapped, drugged, raped, experiences forced-feminization, forced bodily injury, forced feeding, and forced urinating, among other things. Am I romanticizing all this? Hell yeah. Is it problematic? Hell yeah. Does it bother me? Hell no. But if it bothers you this is not the fic for you!
This is more horror than romance. To me. Yes he is making you his basement wife but it is objectively horrifying (despite how vanilla the sex is LMAO). I started writing this fic after reading the manga Sweet Bunny Cage, so it does mirror a lot of the events of that story, but Iâve changed some things to fit Yuuta and the JJKverse. This takes place several years post-canonâthere arenât any explicit spoilers for anime watchers, besides Yuutaâs scars from the Shinjuku battle.
By clicking the keep reading button you agree you are not a minor and you wonât come to me bitching about the content of this fic. Happy reading! and happy birthday Yuuta!!!!!!!! (Sorry Iâm late!). Thank you to Kae @cruel-hiraeth and Kana @heyimkana for beta-reading (and convincing me not to delete this). Banners by cafekitsune
âAre you sure you donât want me to walk you home? Itâs real late.âÂ
Your coworker Kenji Katouâs voice cuts through the sound of the footsteps belonging to the other exhausted, overworked employees dispersing from the train car and bolting up the stairs. You stand just a few steps distance from the subway platform, pausing just out of way of the steps that lead to the city streets above. People silently pass you both by, all of them surely crawling the last few steps to their apartmentsâand you wish you could be swept away with the crowd and not under Kenjiâs scrutinizing gaze.
Itâs quite late as both of you, along with the rest of your subsection, have stayed overtime for a project whoâs deadline is quickly approaching. With a shareholder presentation tomorrow morning, and all sorts of data and metrics needed within the next few days, these late nights at the office have become more and more frequent. Tonight, to you, is like any other night: youâre tired, overworked, full of cheap vending machine food, and desperate to haul your ass into bed. The last thing you want to do now is make Kenji go out of his way to walk you home, nor do you wish to keep chatting about work or whatever topic he will bring up to stave off the awkwardness. Besides, youâre only a few blocks away, no need for paranoia to cloud your judgment. Your part of town is safeâyouâre sure of that.
âNo, no,â you wave off with a tired smile, pushing your bag higher up on your shoulder. âIâll be fine, Katou-san!â
âI insist,â he nods. âI made you finish that presentation tonight. Itâs my responsibility to make sure youâre home safe.â
Kenji is your subsection lead, and as such thereâs a level of respect and obligation that you have to him. Out of respect for your senior, you swallow any subsequent protests and shrug weakly. Most nights youâve been able to slip out unnoticed from the office, avoiding this predicament. But tonight you were the last one to finish your work, leaving just you and Kenji in the office until close.
âItâs a short walk,â you reply apologetically, hoping he will hear your plea. âThereâs a shortcut we can take, too. I know youâre the opposite wayââ
âDonât worry,â he smiles cheerfully. âItâs just a quick detour.â You know heâs earnestâheâs got a wife and a daughter at home after all, so itâs not like heâs trying anything untoward by walking you home. He quite older than you, too; so itâs more like the concerned doting of a father than anything.
You walk side-by-side up the stairs. As you pause at the landing, you realize itâs eerily quiet. Overhead lights illuminate your path, along with the bright neon signs of the shop banners at either side of the streets. Your shoes squeak with every footstep, the streets just slightly damp from the rain that had fallen earlier in the evening. Kenji looks back at you, and you take in his features: heâs tall, and wears his long dark hair pulled back into a low ponytail at his nape. Heâs handsome and stocky in a way that middle-aged men are when they are as jovial and well-fed as he is. (Not your words, but his; he brags at every lunch break about his wifeâs cooking as he pats his growing belly with affection and digs into his overstuffed bentos.) Age has been kind to him, you think. He wears it well, in a way that makes you think that marriage life may be as blissful as they say.
When you turn away from him you notice that, save for the couple of shopkeepers closing up shop, dusting their storefront, taking out their trash, or wiping down the front windows, youâre both alone.
You point to an alleyway just two blocks down from where you two stand. âIf we cut through there, then take a couple of turns, weâll be at my place. You really donât have toââ
âIâll walk ya, just âtill we get to your front door.â He starts walking, forcing you to pick up pace to stay by his side.
âBut your wife, wonât she be waiting for you Katou-san?â
He laughs, a deep rumble straight from the belly. âOh, she loves her alone time. She wonât mind me stayinâ late.â He pats your head affectionately. âBesides, sheâd kill me if anything happened to you on my watch.â
The warmth of his large hand on your head makes you smile. Kenji has always been like this with his team, a father in all but name. He makes you wonder if men were born to be fathers or if he became this soft with the birth of his daughter.
âThank you, Katou-san.â
A comfortable silence overtakes the rest of your walk down the street. You nod to the one shopkeep locking his front door as you pass him. Katou waves to the cute black cat across the street. And then the thought of work tomorrow hitsâhow youâll have to walk right back up this street in a few hours, and have to repeat this grueling day once again tomorrow.
âDo you think weâll do well in the presentation tomorrow, Katou-san?â You ask him absentmindedly, mentally combing through the excel sheets and powerpoint slides youâd just closed out earlier tonight. Did you miss a formula? Did you cover all the contracts you needed to in the slides for tomorrow?
âYouâre still thinking about work, aren't you,â he sighs, stopping where he stands. âFocus on resting tonight, okay? If you open your laptop when youâre home Iâll have to scold you tomorrow.â
You chuckle as you slow down your pace, waiting for him to catch up. âYes, sir.â
After a few beats of walking in silence, you sigh. âDo you ever think youâre not cut out for this kind of life, Katou-san?â
Kenji looks at you before turning up to stare at the sky. There arenât any stars, nor is the moon out. The sky is as dark as ever. âWell, Iâm content as it is. We get paid decently enough. My wife gets to stay home with the baby. Iâm lucky, for that. Itâs a life, as any.â He pauses, watching as you look up at the starless sky. âOne day when you find someone maybe youâll feel less of what youâre feelinâ now.â
âFeeling how?â You blink, looking ahead of you now.
âLike itâs all the same, everyday, workinâ for nothing. Youngsters like you always gotta be independent, workinâ hard just to be alone. Thatâs no life, beinâ alone. I felt that way before meeting my wife. Itâs different when ya got someone to come home to, ya know?â
Itâs not like youâre single on purpose; youâve tried dating here and there but nothing ever pans out. Nights with long hours like tonight make you wish you had someone to come home to, like Kenji does. His words donât raise any negative feelings; instead, simply a yearning for what could be.
âWell, when I find somebody rich Iâll never have to make another spreadsheet again,â you joke. âWouldnât that be something?â
Kenji laughs. âWhen ya do, and ya canât find enough crap to spend your money on, make sure ya donât forget about good old Kenji.â
Youâre both turning the corner into the alleyway now. Though it isnât a very long alley, itâs dark, lined on the sides with litter on the ground and large trash dumpsters above. It usually gives you the creeps, so much so that you typically go the long way around it on your walk home. But not wanting to inconvenience Kenji any further, you take the shortest route possible, creepy dark alley included. Plus, youâre in his company, so itâs not as scary alone.
The alley is a little narrow, leaving only room for you to walk one in front of the other without being uncomfortable. Kenji gestures for you to go first, and you humbly accept.Â
Youâre still giggling about your gold-digging fantasy as you step into the shade. âIâll remember you when Iâm thinking of who to gift a yacht to, Katou-saââ
Before you can finish your sentence, you hear a slice in the air, as if cutting through it with a knife, followed by a loud thud. It startles you mid-speech, and you quickly turn around. And you are met with the most horrific scene, something out of a nightmare:
Itâs Kenjiâor rather, it was Kenjiâthat makes that sound. His body falls backwards, lifeless, his briefcase opening in the fall. Paperwork scatters in all directions. Thereâs blood, so much blood, a dark crimson splattering against barely illuminated concrete and brick. And his neck, poor Kenji⊠his head is sliced clean off, rolling unceremoniously across the alleyway like itâs a soccer ball and not a human head.
You would scream, had it not been for the monster standing behind Kenjiâs lifeless body.
When you look at that thing, the first thing you see is teeth. An impossibly sharp row of canines gleams back at you, the bone-white a stark contrast to the darkness of the alleyway. Itâs hard to describe the rest of this monstrous being, but you definitely remember seeing a singular, wide red eye, surrounded by what seemed to be⊠tendrils? Of what origin, exactly, youâre unsure.
Youâre too stunned to scream. Itâs happening so fast, your eyes are trying everything possible to keep up. Your bottom lip warbles, trembling with fear. The bag you carry on your shoulder falls onto the damp ground and your knees want to fall with it. But before your legs can give out on you from the shock, firm arms come seemingly from nowhere catch your fall. Like an assassin, under the covers of darkness, someone silently manifests behind you in the speed it takes you to process everything you see before you.
You look up, towards the person who caught you, and take in what you can: a man, pale skin, dark hair. A white jacket, stained red in spots with what you can only imagine is Kenjiâs blood. And the glint of a sword reflecting the street lights shimmers in your peripheral.Â
You want to open your lips to scream, kick your legs out or push him away, but your bodyâs too stiff with shock. Only movement your body can muster is the impossibly wide opening of your eyes, pupils shaken with fear.
âIâm sorry. Did I scare you?â You hear, a voice too gentle for whatever the fuck this was.
Your lips open and close. Again. And a third time.
âW-Who, whatâwhy,â you shriek, your body beginning to fight the symptoms of what you hope arenât rigor mortis.
âShh,â he shushes you, arms tightening their hold around your livening body. You watch as some strange markings appear on his cheeks. Somethingâs not right hereâthis has to be a nightmare that youâve yet to wake up from, youâre sure of it.
âSleep.â His voice echoes, rattles your brain, and you can do nothing to fight it. Like a command, your body turns limp. The last thing you hear before your vision fades to black is his voice.
âCome, Rika. Letâs go home.â
âWhat the fuck is this?â
The next time you open your eyes, youâre met with a harsh beam of sunlight blazing right into them, your head pounding. Thatâs never happened in your apartment, as your windows are always shaded by the thick wool blackout curtains you had placed in every window upon moving in. This room that youâve woken up in is unfamiliar to you, and youâre sure you hadnât done anything stupid the night before like drunkenly crawl into a stranger'sâor worse, a coworkerâsâbed. So where the fuck are you?
Yet that question isnât what immediately causes alarm. Instead, as you groggily turn your face away from the blinding sunlight and ignore the throbbing at your temples, you stretch your limbs and immediately hear a clinking sound, like metal scraping against metal. That is what has your body jolting awake, eyes shooting open to look down at your body. And what has you inevitably, bluntly, asking what the fuck is this.
When you look down at yourself, youâre not wearing what you remember putting on for work yesterday; instead of a blouse and slacks, youâre wearing a blue and white dress, covered in dainty frillsâlike some fetish maid cafe costume, complete with a heart-shaped cutout at your cleavage. You havenât even worn a dress or skirt in years, much less something this creepy and frilly, like something out of an otakuâs wet dream.
But besides the ultra-feminine outfit, the worst offender is what else is on your body: metal cuffs on each of your wrists and ankles, metal chain links tethering you down to the footrest of this big bed. Thereâs little leeway; besides allowing you to move your arms and legs a few inches away from the position they are in now, you canât move much more than that. Thereâs no way youâre getting off this bed, much less getting out of this room.
And speaking of the room: as the initial shock of your situation settles in, your eyes dart around, taking in your surroundings. The large bed you are lying on, complete with an impossibly thick flower-patterned down comforter and ornate wood-carved posts, sits in the center of someoneâs bedroom. The room is clean, the walls painted a light, airy peach color. There is one pair of windows across from your bed, nothing hanging on the walls, and a table with one wooden upholstered chair. Perhaps it is the high ceilings, but something about the room, despite how sparse it is, gives you an air of royaltyâyou would imagine it to be a room for a girl of importance or status had it been like, the 1500's. Thereâs a grandiose quality to it, as if you had been transported far from the busy city center and into a mansion in the middle of the woods. Itâs at this moment that you start to wonder if youâre the victim of some sick isekai experience you have only ever read about in romance novels.
âOh, youâre awake. Thank goodness,â
You gasp as an unfamiliar voice rings from the entryway. Your limbs donât seem to be obeying your commands quite well; it takes longer than youâd like to admit before your body turns to the source of the voice, your response so incredibly delayed that the man crosses the distance to your bed before you can even snap your head up to look at him. Your head feels heavy on your shoulders, and it saps quite a bit of energy out of you just to meet his eyes.
The man who stands at the edge of your bed has a mop of dark hair that reaches the tips of his earlobes, framing his face; pale skin and crystalline blue eyes surrounding irises that seem to be a magnetizing, surrounding an impossibly deep pool of black. Heâs tall, with clothes that are too big for his thin frame; a button-down white shirt thatâs frumpy and wrinkled over dark slacks. He holds a tray of food, though you donât look at the tray long enough to decipher what food heâs brought you.Â
It takes you a moment, but looking at the dark of his eyes for long enough wakes you out of your hazy stupor. By the strange, closed-lip smile on his face, you presume this is the man whoâs done this to you.
âYou,â you hiss, tongue sharp. âWhat am I doing hereââ
âMy nameâs not you.â His voice is sweet and soft as he smiles. It doesnât reach his eyes. âMy nameâs Yuuta. Donât tell me youâve forgotten, sweetheart.â
The chains connected to your arms and legs clink loudly as you move on the bed, your limbs feeling heavy as you force yourself farther away from him.
âSweetheart? I donât even know you,â you spit out at him.
You sluggishly lift one of your arms, haphazardly covering the window over your breasts. âWhere am I? Where are my clothes?â
He sets down the tray of food on the table, not far from the bed. Yuuta doesnât seem to be fazed by your outburst, and moves with a calm, collected grace as he sits on the edge of the bed closest to him. âYouâre home, love.â
Your eyes widen as the realization sets in: this guy is fucking crazy.
âL-Let me go,â you cower to the opposite edge of the bed, stretching the chains on your limbs as far as they will go. He reaches towards you, fingers curling around your ankle just above the metal cuff. You instantly kick your leg at him, âDonât fucking touch me!â
âSorry,â he lets go of your ankle. His eyebrows thread together, as if he feels sorry for his intrusion. âIâll warn you before I touch you, okay?â He asks, voice gentle as he raises his arm again.
âWhyââ you kick at him again, before he can make contact this time. He drops his arm, but hovers near your foot. âWhy am I here? Why me?â
This time he reaches out for your head, and with the constraints of the chains, you canât manage to pull away. His palm lands on your hair, and he pets you with a soft touch. âYouâve been working too hard. Iâm just taking care of you.â
âIâŠâ you swallow down the queasy, uneasy feeling in your stomach. âI donât even know you. I donât even know where we areââ
âOh, but you do.â He smiles again. It feels so unnatural; perturbing, to have him smiling down at you as you rattle your chains. âIâve been watching you for a whileâI see you every day, donât you see me?â He leans in closer, âYouâre always alone, working those long hours, eating instant meals; youâre not taking care of yourself at all.â He frowns as his palm cups your cheek. âIâm just doing whatâs best for you, donât you think?âÂ
You push at his chest, straining to move your legs as he corners you. âYouâYouâve been watching me?â
âFor a long timeââ
You canât help but wonder, has he been stalking you? Wouldnât you have noticed if you had a stalker?
ââThe first time, it was by chance. I think it was fate,â his voice takes on a dreamy quality, love-stricken. He taps a finger against his bottom lip. âDo you recall feeling a pain in your neck for some time?â When you nod, his expression perks up. âYou had a curse wrapped around your shouldersâthough Iâm sure you couldnât see it. But I exorcised it, silently. Just to alleviate that for youâŠâ
You do vaguely remember feeling neck strain a couple of months ago, is what he is saying true? Whatâs this about curses⊠you struggle to keep up.
âBut perhaps you must carry a lot of negative feelings, because when I saw you once more just a few days later, you had another curse, like a shadow, just sulking around you⊠and like that, for days, Iâd exorcise them for you. And youâd smile when theyâd go away, so relieved. I came to like doing that for you⊠and your smile was so pretty. Nothing like that scowl youâre wearing now,â he frowns as he reaches out, thumbing over your lips. âI just want to care for you, is that so terrible? Iâll keep all those nasty curses away from you, make you so happy theyâll never come back.â
He thumbs over your lips again and you part them, teeth bared and threatening to bite. He pulls his thumb away, instead quickly and firmly pinching your jaw between his fingers.
âI donât want this,â you hiss, cheeks plumped in his hold. âThank you forâwhatever the fuck youâre saying you didâbut this is too far.â
âWere you about to bite me?â He asks, ignoring your words with a tilt of his head. His voice is still quite gentle, though his hold on your face doesnât even allow you to move an inch. âI didnât expect you to dislike this so much, not afterâwell.â He pauses, before sighing. âYouâre quite a fighter.â
âFuck you,â
âMaybe I should try again when youâre a little less agitated?â With his free hand, he pets your hair again. Out of anger, or perhaps out of disgust for the situation, you pucker your lips and spit at him, to which the fucker chuckles. It lands on his cheek and he swipes at it with his thumb, before sticking his thumb in his mouth.
âIâll come back in a little while,â he tells you after swallowing down your spit, sitting up straight and away from you. âBe a good girl or Iâll have to restrain you further.â
How much more can he do than chaining you to the bed?
Thereâs another round of obscenities that leaves your lips as he rises from the bed, and he doesnât seem one bit phased by it.Â
âIâll come back in a little while, angel.â
Something about him leaving you chained alone in this unfamiliar room suddenly makes your skin crawl. Horrified, you begin to plead: âNo, wait, waitââ
But before you can try to rise on your shaky legs to the other side of the bed, he leaves, taking the tray of food with him.
As the door clicks shut, you collapse into the bedding in a defeated heap of bones. Tears sting as they well at the corners of your eyes. You reach for the pillows at the end of the bed but with the chains on your wrists, the pillows lie just out of reach. You swallow the bitter tears instead of letting them flow, hoping that by doing so you havenât yet admitted defeat.
When will this long nightmare end?
Itâs nighttime when the man named Yuuta returns to you; you can tell that much by the amount of light that comes in from the double window in the room (which is to say, none at all). He comes with another tray of food in tow, again leaving it on the table in the room, right in front of the wooden chair. Even from the distance where you sit on the floor (youâd managed to fall off the bed, your body contorted into an awkward angle as youâre held in place by the chains at your ankles), you can see steam rising from the bowls. Your mouth watersâwhat you would do for fresh, hot food right now is unspeakable.
âWhat are you doing, hanging off the bed like that?â Thereâs a bit of a laugh in Yuutaâs voice, as if the position youâre in is laughable to him. It makes your blood boil.
âLet me goâI need to take a piss,â you seethe. Your bladder hurts with how badly you need to pee. If it werenât for the fact that you havenât had anything to drink or eat the entire day, you surely wouldâve pissed yourself by now.
Yuuta crosses the short distance and bends down to your height. He smells different; fresh. His clothes are different, tooâthis time his shirt is black. And his hair has a shine to it, as if he had just washed it. He mustâve just showered.
âLetâs get you to the bathroom then, hm?â He asks as he gathers your upper body in his arms, pulling you up. Youâre so fatigued and hungry, that itâs hard to put up a fight at this point. But you try.
ââLetâsâ? Noâjustâlet me go. I can go on my own.â
He helps you to your feet and, whether itâs due to your chained ankles or the weakness in your legs, you almost immediately keel over. You hold onto his shoulders for support, balling his shirt in your fists.
âDoesnât seem like you can,â he sits you down on the edge of the bed. Despite the severe pout on your face, he once again caresses your jaw with a soft hand. Heâs infallible, it seems. âHold on a moment.â
He dips into his pants pocket and to your horror, produces a collar. As you attempt to push back onto the bedding and cower away once more, he holds your body steady with a knee to your thigh. Before you can move away, he quickly clasps the collar around your neck.
âWhat the fuck,â
âTo make sure you stay by my side,â he replies, rummaging in his pockets once more. This time, he produces a ball gag. âAnd to make sure you donât try to bite me again.â
âYuuta,â you choke out his name for the first time. It tastes so bitter to you. âIâm not a fucking animal.â
âJust until you calm down, I promise,â he coos. Quickly, despite how much you squirm and back away from his touch, he secures the gag between your lips, clasping it shut just at your nape. When he looks at you again, the stern look in his eyes instantly causes a chill down your spine. Admittedly, it weakens your resolve.Â
âLetâs take care of you now.â
Thereâs not much you can do but squirm and grumble from behind the gag. He ignores it all, unclasping the chain link from the foot of the bed. He frees your ankles from the bedpost but then tethers your wrists to the collar at your neck. Although you can now (weakly) stand, your range of movement is still limited.
âBathroomâs just down the hall.â
For a moment you stand on your feet. Itâs the first time youâre walking since yesterday, and your legs feel wobbly, like a newborn calf. When he notices that you canât move, he hooks an arm under your knees and easily lifts you off the floor with one arm. Thereâs a sense of dread in the pit of your stomach with his actionsâjust how strong is he?
When he opens the bedroom door, youâre met with a long hallway, several doors spaced out on both the left and the right side. Judging by his appearance, Yuuta couldnât have been much older than you areâso how the fuck did he get a house like this? Anyway, with the gag in your mouth, thereâs no opportunity to ask such a question. He quickly carries you to the first door on the right and opens the door. Without breaking a sweat, he brings you inside.
Quickly your eyes dart around the room, taking in the tiles and ornate fixtures in various shades of cream and pale blue. Itâs tacky, you think; definitely not a bathroom that was made in the last decade. You look over at the toilet, shaking in his arms with how badly you need to pee, before shooting an expectant glance at your captor.
He sets you down on the tiled floor.Â
âIâm going to help youâthat okay?â
You recoil and make a grunt of protest but he simply huffs.
âDonât you have to go?â
You shake your head, unable to verbalize what youâre thinking. You donât even know this guy and now heâs going to watch you pee?Â
Well, judging from the fact that heâs changed your clothes that means that heâs seen you naked, but still.
He chuckles. âDon't be shy, sweetheart.â He pulls you closer, and his fingers hook under your skirt. âYou need to goâIâll help you.â
Yuuta gets down to one knee and, as he does so, pulls down your panties with his movements. Even with how angry you are at him, the action makes you flustered. How humiliating this whole thing isâhaving this stranger help you pee like youâre a toddler who isnât potty trained. With the restraints at your ankles, heâs unable to actually take your panties off of you. They hang at your ankles pathetically, the fabric soaked with the dayâs worth of sweat.
âCome,â he ushers you to the nearby toilet. To add to your shame, he doesnât let you sit; he holds you up, hovering over the toilet, waiting for you to go. Despite how badly you have to piss, your sense of shame makes you resist. Once again you feel like crying, overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation Yuutaâs put you in.
Youâre unable to speak, but Yuuta can hear your breathing pick up pace. It starts to sound jagged; and when he looks up at you, youâre hanging your head, looking away. Something shimmers on your cheekâare you crying?
âJust let go.â He tells you, his voice sweet and encouraging. Sickeningly so.
You sniffle. Poor thing.
He presses a palm flat to the small of your back; the other, against your lower abdomen, pushing gently against you. This action puts a pressure against your organs, a dull pain shimmering from his touch with your bladder as full as it is. To your utter, horrid level of shame, the press of his cold palm against your body makes you finally let go. To the sound of your silent, soft sob against the gag, you pee in front of your captor.Â
âThere you go,â he murmurs, his touch against your midsection lighter as you continue to go without his assistance.
When he tells you what a good job youâve done, his voice sounding exactly like an adult would do to a toddler, you screw your eyes shut tight so hard tears run down your cheeks as the corners of your eyes wrinkle. As if by doing so, it may also close your ears, numb all your nerve endingsâanything to get his voice and his touch away from your body.
When you shuffle away from the toilet, Yuuta once again helps you dress, pulling up your panties and fixing the skirts of your dress agonizingly slow. He says nothing else to you as he washed his hands, then lifts you up again. You should be more angry, but the anger is dampened by the deep sense of shame this bathroom trip has given you.
Stepping back into the bedroom, the first thing you see is the tray of food on the table. Itâs a simple mealâsome soup, rice, and possibly beefsteak? It doesnât really matter what it is; youâve gone so long without a proper meal youâd eat dirt if it was placed before you on a platter like this. Your stomach growls so loud it makes Yuuta chuckle.
âCome, Iâll feed you.â
Yuuta moves you around like a weightless doll, quickly leading you and your chained limbs across the room towards the table, ultimately sitting you down onto the chair. Hovering around you, his hands go behind your head to pull the gag off of your mouth. You gasp for air as soon as itâs off, jaw and teeth sore from biting down onto the rigid plastic. You flail about, anything to hurt himâelbowing, kicking, even moving your neck to bite.
Your attempts are unsuccessful, however, since as soon as you do try to get a hit on him you hear the word âSit.â
Glancing at his face, you see those strange markings you saw in your nightmare last night once again appear on his cheeks. How is he forcing you to do as he says? You donât understand whatâs going on.
âWasâwas that real?â You ask, the sight of his cheek markings triggering a hazy memory. âTheâthe alleyway.â
âHm?â Yuuta hums. Heâs busy reaching in front of you, picking up the spoon. Seemingly with the intention of feeding you himself.
âI-I had a nightmare. That youâwell, someone who looked like youâum⊠K-KenjiâŠâ
âEat.â He holds a spoonful of miso soup before your lips. You canât help but glare at him, even with your stomach growling as loud as it is.
âAnswer me.â
âEat.â
As he says, your limbs will it so, not of your own volition. You lean forward, lips wrapping around the spoon to slurp up the miso broth. The liquid warms your tongue and seeps through your bones; a soup has never tasted as good to you as this soup does right now.
So you let him feed you, your body somehow listening to his words and not your own. Every spoonful of soup and every bit of rice and meat fed via chopsticks is swallowed down, until the plate is clear. The rice and soup are rather plain, but the meat is sickeningly sweet. You donât know what to make of the taste⊠something is off about it.
When youâre done, he wipes at your mouth with a cloth, and smiles.
âIâm so glad,â he starts, voice soft like velvet. âWas beginning to think youâd starve yourself.â
âWhy am I here?â You implore. âI want to go home.â
Yuutaâs palm comes down to caress your cheek. Somehow, despite the situation, his eyes bleed sincerity. âIs that really what you want, to go back to work? Thatâs not what you said to Kenji-san.â
Your eyes widen. âSo that wasnât a nightmare?!âÂ
He simply tilts his head, and the more you look at him, the more the memory feels hazy. You were so sure he looked like the man last nightâbut now your vision starts to get blurry. Youâre not sure what of the recent events are memory and what are nightmares; maybe all of it isnât real, and youâll wake up from this soon.
âWhat did you do to KenjiâŠâ
âHe was getting too close to you. In that alleyway, he couldâveââ
Tears spring forth, stinging your eyes and pooling at the corners. âKenji?! He has a family,â
âYour safety only matters to me, sweetheart.â
You donât bother to argue with his ridiculous response. Between bitter tears, you ask, âAnd what was thatâthat monster?â
âThatâs just Rika,â he replies, smoothing your damp cheek with his thumb. âShe wonât hurt you.â
âWhat the fuck,â you groan, your head beginning to hurt. A sense of vertigo begins to overwhelm you.Â
Yuuta doesnât seem surprised by your sorry state. âAh, there we go.â
âWhat the fuck did you do to me?â you ask groggily, your head suddenly feeling too heavy for your neck. Your skin begins to feel hot, like its burning from the inside out. The longer you sit in this chair, ankles and wrists chained together, the more you feel sweaty and sticky beneath the frilly, thick dress.
âYou were being a little too difficult,â Yuuta sighs. âYouâll be good for me now though, wonât you?â Your breathing turns heavy, shoulders sagging forward. Yuuta pulls you up, âLet me check you.â
âWhaââÂ
The way with which he carries you around like you weigh nothing still astounds you. Despite his touch and his voice being so gentle, you know he must be incredibly strong. Scary.
He lays you down upon the bed and youâre left at his mercy; your limbs are chained together, and they feel so heavy they may as well be made of lead. Your mind is spinning, your lungs feeling a pressure upon them that you know isnât there. Whatever he laced your food with, itâs left you limp and weighed down, unable to lift yourself off the bedding.
Yuuta takes advantage of this and settles down by your hips, fingers brushing over the edge of your skirts. If your lips didnât feel so heavy, youâd voice your protests. All you can manage is to blurb out, âDonât.â
âI canât wait any longer, I want to make you mine,â he says, fingers playing with the lace trim. âIâve waited so longâŠâÂ
He caresses you with a gentle touch, and your bodyâs too heavy to pull away. Itâs so frustrating, unable to tell your body what to do. He murmurs, âMay I touch you?â
Itâs almost laughable how he asks for permission in these circumstances. You swallow, your tongue feeling impossibly thick in your mouth. He leans down, lifting your skirt with his long, delicate fingers. His touch is deliberate, heavy with wanting.Â
Yuuta pushes up your dress so your skirts bunch up over your stomach. His sight is focused entirely on your panties, entranced by the baby blue fabric and beautiful white lace trim. Your thighs twitch as his fingers slide down agonizingly slow over the waistband and down to the gusset; youâre dripping from your core, the baby blue fabric dyed a wet, deep azure.
âY-Yuuta,â you manage to stutter out his name, despite how sluggish you feel. â tâs Hot.â
He looks up at your body, and notices the way your dress is clinging to your skin. Sweat prickles at your temples, your neckâand a flush has taken hold of your cheeks.
âMm,â he hums, fingers sliding over your clothed mound. Your panties are tacky with sweat. âMust be because of the food I gave you.â He knows if you werenât so out of it, youâd be livid right now. How wonderful that things have worked out this way. âIâll take care of you,â he presses his thumb against where he knows your clit would be. You instantly gasp, thighs shaking at his touch. âDonât worry about a thing, angel.â
Your body is pliant, obedient when he rubs his fingers over the clothed seam of your pussy. He presses against it, pads of his fingertips grinding against your engorged clit. A pathetic sort of a whimper escapes your lips as he leans down, but he doesnât let himself kiss you, not yet. His dark eyes glaze over the curve of your hips, before sweeping up to your faceâŠ
Heâs watching me, you realize, you body instinctively arching into his touch.Â
âSo pretty.â
He draws a tight circle over your clothed clit, one that makes your lips part, asking for air. It feels like a relief when he touches you, a salve to the heat thatâs licking at your skin. You have just barely enough strength in you to bite down on your lips, denying him the sounds of the moans and whimpers that need to come off of your heavy tongue.
Yuutaâs lips draw into an emotionless line when he sees that youâre trying to silence yourself. His irises cloud with disappointment. âLet me hear you.â
âN-No,â you whine, arching into his hand as he continues the movements of his fingers. âI donât⊠donât wantâŠâ
He leans down to your body, pressing his nose to your damp panties. In a mortifying display of depravity, you hear him take a long, deep inhale, smelling your soaked sex. You try to push him away by knocking your knees at his shoulders, but the motion does nothing to deter him. A satisfied hum slips past his lips, as if heâd smelled something delightfully fragrant, before he parts his lips and presses his tongue to your panties. You feel him slide his tongue down the middle before sucking on the wettest fabric, the part just covering your entrance.
âTastes like heaven,â he simpers, pushing the back of your thighs against your stomach, so he can access more of you. The restraints around your ankles clank in the air, the chain knocking against Yuutaâs back. He doesn't even seem to notice, humming in delight, âYouâre so wet for me?â
âItâsâitâs,â you stutter, using all your might to lift your arms. You want to push his face away from you, but your arms are chained at the wrists, connected to your collar. The movement is awkward, uncomfortable, and unsuccessful at deterring him. You whine when you feel him peel the fabric of your panties aside.
He relishes in the first time his tongue makes contact with your body; itâs only right that he presses it to your clit, soothing the ache in that pretty, needy little bundle of nerves. Maybe itâs the medicine, or maybe youâre delirious, but as soon as the heat of his wet tongue brushes against you, pleasure explodes from the point of contact, like pouring gasoline over a fire.Â
âOhâYuuta,â You start to titter, your voice trapped somewhere between wanting and denial, emotions which are impossible to rationalize bubbling up through your skin, pouring out alongside the sweat and the arousal. You wonder if thereâs a God above who looks at your pitiful state with some level of derisionâsurely thatâs the only explanation for why they wont save you now.
Yuutaâs tongue laves over your bud, heady with wanting. You hear slurping dispersed amongst his moans, embarrassment heating your cheeks as you realize just how much heâs enjoying this, how much he is turned on by it. His hips grind into the mattress ever so slightly, so needy for friction heâd hump the bed like a dog. Itâs feels so good you blindly arch into his mouth, grinding what parts of yourself you can manage against his nose and chin.
Itâs obvious how your desperation is building up with the way youâre trying to move your hips, begging for more. With your body and your words mismatched, your thighs spread just a little wider to welcome him completely. Yuuta wraps his lips around your engorged clit and sucks, earning him an impassioned wail from your lips. Your knees bend inward, trapping Yuutaâs head against your pelvis, and youâre begging âplease, please,â without making sense entirely of what youâre begging for.
Release comes to you quickly; Yuutaâs dedication to your pleasure makes sure of it. He makes you come undone on his tongue, your arousal spilling onto his taste buds. A groan vibrates against your pussy at the taste as he savors the spoils. He rises to his knees, desperate to crawl over you and finally taste your lips.
As he pulls away from your clit, you outright whine from the loss. It makes him giggle, lips pressed to your throat. âYou liked that, angel? Donât worryâafter we make love I promise to do that as much as you want. Forever, if you want it.â
Make love? Forever?
âMmph,â you wince, a low whine rumbling from the depths of your throat. Youâre too groggy to string words together, but you manage to ask, âLove?â
âYes, sweetheart,â he pushes two fingers into your wet hole as he kisses your neck. Arousal coats his fingers, seeping out from your cunt in rivulets that shine with a luster to rival that of gems. He pulls his soaked fingers back out slowly, accompanied by the most obscene squelching noise. As he pushes his fingers into you again, he says, âOf course. I love youâIâve loved you for as long as Iâve laid eyes on you. And you love me,â
âNooo,â the word is dragged out as you shake your head side to side upon his pillows. You pull at his back with the chain that binds your ankles. âNoo.â
He twists his fingers, curling them up to brush against a spongy spot just inside of you. Your entire body trembles, your walls caving in and molding to his shape.
âYour body says otherwise, darling.â
âBut,â
Your words are cut off by Yuuta pressing his lips against yours. Your first kiss with him is chaste, a soft peck of his chapped lips and yours. Barely a brush, like an artist painting the first tentative, thoughtful stroke on canvas. His dark eyes flutter open as he pulls away, gaze bouncing between yours and your parted lips. Heâs so beautiful up close it scares you; you wish not to feel anything for the man whoâs doing something so indecent to you.
âDonât hold back, okay?â He asks, pumping his two fingers into you incredibly slowly. âI want to hear everythingâI want to savor our first night together, like itâs our wedding night,â
Your eyes widen at his words. Wedding?
âYuutaâŠâÂ
He kisses you again, incensed by the sound of his name on your lips. How wonderful it sounds to him, to hear his voice uttered by the one he loves. You feel his breath, a deep sigh, leave his nose and fan against your cheek, like kissing you lifts a burden from his soul. He swallows the whimpers that leave your mouth as he picks up the pace of his fingering you. Though he wishes to hear every sound of yours, its a small price to pay for the taste of your lips on his tongue.
When you come he feels all of itâthe way your soft walls squeeze his fingers, first so tightly, and then squeeze, release, squeeze, release, with each aftershock of your orgasm. As if you were milking his fingers, drawing them deeper into you. Will it feel like that when he makes love to you? Will you be calling him deeper and deeper into your depths, sucking him in until you form one soul?
He feels so worked up he may just burst. But he would hate every part of himself if he werenât able to give himself to you. So he gets impatient.
Yuuta removes his fingers from you as soon as your breathing stabilizes. Your body is still rather limp, and tacky with sweat, flushed with heat. Every gasp for air is loud in his ear and louder still rattling his bones. He fishes for something in his pockets, quickly producing a key.
âBe a good girl for me,â he says, lifting up your chained wrists. âAnd you wonât need to wear these anymore, okay?â
âMm,â you hum in affirmation. You hear several clicks, and the sounds of metal chains sliding and falling to the ground. He removes all of them from you, your wrists, your anklesâno need for them, now that youâre pliant and willing.
Thereâs fresh bruises where the cuffs once were. He kisses every deep colored blossom on your wrists, caressing each painful blotch tenderly. He does the same to your ankles, pushing your thighs against your chest and settings your legs free. You weakly kick at him but he holds you steady, chuckling with an affectionate peck to your calf.
âLetâs become closer,â he poses the words with an upward tilt, asking your for permission that you wonât grant. His soaked fingers glide down the seam of your clothed pussy, still drooling with want. âEvery time I touch you, you start dripping like this, like you need me. Let me satisfy you.â
Why canât I push him away? You ask yourself, weakly bringing your hands to cover your face. Yuuta slots himself between your thighs and bends down over you, grabbing at your wrists to pull them away.
âI need to see your face, my love.â He presses closer to your core. Even with the layers of his clothes, you can feel him pressed against you, hard within the confines of his pants. Your wet panties soak his clothes, but he doesnât mind, grinding into you just like that. âDonât hide your pretty face from me.â
You feel Yuuta press his lips against yours once more. He hums with delight as you part yours for him, allowing his tongue to map out your mouth. He kisses so passionately, so forcefully. Your fingers weakly grab at the black fabric of the shirt he wears, bunching it up at the shoulders as you cling to him like an anchor. As his clothed cock seeks friction, pressing up against your panties, his fingers wind themselves around your nape, searching for the zipper to your dress. Between desperate kisses he tugs down, frantic to take off the dress he had so reverently placed onto your body.Â
Yuuta pushes the dress down, the fabric slipping off your shoulders and down to your elbows. Your breasts are exposed out of the top, and he hungrily takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it until itâs puffy and sore. The only thing that gets him to stop is the sob that leaves your lipsâperhaps itâs the medicine making you extra sensitive, but the biting begins to hurt almost immediately after he starts to give your chest any attention.
âYuuta, please, Iââ
âSorry,â he presses his lips to your sternum. âI know, Iâm impatient too.â You feel the aching stiffness of his pants, both your clothes soaked through. Quickly, he shuffles back to pull off the rest of your dress. Your body is pliant, moving easily with every lift and turn he forces onto you. By the time youâre left in just your panties, the separation between your bodies becomes almost painful for Yuuta to endure. He pulls the shirt off his back and tosses it aside; you hate that you commit the sight to memory, the lean and toned plane of his scarred chest, and the broadness of his shoulders. He doesnât bother to take off his pants, but he does lean down to pull off your panties, both hands smoothing over your thighs, even placing a kiss to your knee.Â
With adoration in his gaze, your sticky panties pull apart from your mound, a web of arousal where they touched. He swallows hard as the flimsy fabric slides down your perfect legs. He wants to eat you out again, but the need to be one with you curbs his impulses.Â
âYour bodyâs even more beautiful than Iâd imagined,â he says when youâre finally completely nude before him. He may be your captor but the way he looks at you, you feel willing. When had a man ever wanted you as much as he does? Thatâs almost as frightening as this entire ordeal; a yearning so intense heâd take you as prisoner.Â
Is this love?
He places your thighs at either side of his hips; they feel heavy as they settle there, bruised, sore ankles kissing the small of his back. Youâve stopped fighting him back entirely, dazed below him.Â
âYuuta,â your voice is soft, just above a whisper. He leans down to you, as if youâd beckoned him closer.
Entranced by the languid movement of your lips, he touches them with his fingers. Just a gentle swipe, appreciating the fullness, the swell and raw feel after his kiss.
âIâll never let you go,â he says. âYouâll never have to work again, youâd be my darling wife. I promise you,â
He slowly works two fingers into your mouth, the pads pressing light as a feather against your tongue. You close your lips around them, gazing up directly into his eyes as your tongue swirls against his fingertips. Arousal pools in his stomach, and you manage to draw a deep flush to his cheeks.
âMy husband?â You ask groggily, once you pull away from his wet fingers. Drool coats your lips, your cheek. His cock hurts with how hard he is.
He uses those very same wet fingers to reach between you, to pull himself out of his pants. âPlease say it again,â he begs, breathless, as he presses the tip of his cock to the dripping seam of your pussy. He keeps it there, pumping up the shaft and squeezing. âPlease,â
Delirious, you acquiesce, murmuring, âmy husband.â
First with a gasp, and then with a searing kiss, he pushes into you. Excitable, he stretches you open and pushes and pushes, âtill your pelvis is flush with his own. Every grunt, gasp, and groan is pressed onto your tongue. He cages you within his arms, chest pressed to your own, your bodies impossibly close. Maybe this is what making love is supposed to feel like; nothing has ever felt as intense as this. He makes you feel full, your body taking him in and molding to his shape.
âYouâreânghâsqueezing me, angel. So tight.â
Yuuta waits for you to relax your tense muscles, then pulls his hips back, and then thrusts up into you. His kisses and tongue sliding against your own has muddied your thinking, filling your mind with nothing but the thoughts of him. He gives you a pointed, harsh thrust as you whine. He brushes against that sensitive spot again, and your walls tighten, arousal spurting and drenching his cock.
âAh,â his lips twitch into a smile, âYou love this, sweetheart, see? You love this, too,â he reaches down, to pinch your throbbing clit. You whimper, a sound not unlike a whining, dying animal. But still your body betrays your cries, squirting onto his cock as you cum from the stimulation. Your pussy squeezes with your third orgasm of the night, tightening its grip on his length like a vice.
âSo good,â you feel his words against your lips, âI love you,â
Youâre crying. He brings both hands to your face, to wipe the dampness with his thumbs, but your tears wonât stop. Not even as you continue to coax him, aftershocks of your orgasm pressing onto his length in waves. He slows down as you whimper from the overstimulation, but itâs hardâyou feel so good to him, better than his imagination when he would spend the nights in the darkness of his room with a fist around himself. Look prettier tooâhe never imagined you with tears on your face but itâs a pretty sight.
âYuuta,â you whine, and you swear you can feel him throb at the sound of his name. He groans. âItâs so hotâI feel hot,â
âIâll make you feel better,â he spreads you just a little wider, fucks you just a little faster. His breath hitches in his throat. âJustâjust keep calling for me.â
âYuuta,â he kisses your neck between his panting, teeth grinding against flesh. âYuuta, please,â
He gives you short thrusts, just enough to stroke that pretty, needy clit of yours against his pelvis. He feels your nails clawing against his skin, pulling him in as close to you as you can, until you feel every breath filling his ribcage, every needy whimper reverberating from it. You start to think you want thisâit alleviates the frenzied, needy burn you feel in your core. As you, dazed, call his name like a mantra, you surmise that maybe you do; because youâd lose your mind if he stopped right now, every bit of friction making you feel delirious, but good.
âCan you give me one more?â He asks, pulling your fingers off his shoulders. He intertwines them just above your headâhe needs to feel so impossibly close to you. He doesnât want to come unless every atom of your bodies are actively fighting the urge to meld into one another. He needs it.
You nod frantically, anything to get closer to what your body needs. He kisses you and kisses you, open mouthed, groans spilled against your tongue. He sounds beautifulâand he is. Beautiful. With his dark, stormy eyes so intensely focused on you and on your pleasure, your body, in its betrayal, summons butterflies and gooseflesh and all things that make you feel disgustingly fond of him. He fucks you so good you think you might like him. Maybe even love him. Maybe even take him up on his offer of making you his wife. If all you have to do is spend your days in this nuptial bedâgetting waited on, lavished with attention, and fucked until you can no longer think⊠well, maybe this does beat the miserable grind of being an underpaid overworked corporate office slave.
Your breaths start to quicken againâstaccatoed in time with his thrusts. He presses his forehead to yours. You can feel the rough scars, that line of faded stitches against your skin. The sweat dripping from the both of you melds with the drool from your shared kisses, making a slickened mess of your faces. Youâre close, both of you. You can feel it in the frenzied haste of his body as he presses you deeper into the bedding.
âCome with me,â he saysâbegs, really. His voice is broken, heavy and needy with pleasure. His hands grab onto yours so tightly, like he fears youâll disappear under his weight. But youâve reached a point where you canât even manage to think anymoreâmuch less say anything verbally that isnât his name or some version of âpleaseâ. Your body does the communicating for you, squeezing and tensing up in ways that assure him that heâs doing right by you, fucking you the way you need it.Â
âCome.â
Youâre not sure if he used that weird speech-ability of his to force you, but the coil wound up so tightly in your core snaps at the sound of his voice. This orgasm is nothing like the earlier onesâyou feel this one from your head to your toes, a zing of current sparking along every inch of your body. It makes your eyes squeeze shut, your toes curl, and your fingersâinterwound with hisâtremble and shake in his tight hold.Â
You vaguely register the sound of your voice as you cry out. Louder still, is his groan in your ear when he comes soon after. He tells you he loves you as he stiffens, pushing himself deep, giving you everything that he has. You watch him fall apart with your heavy, lidded eyes, and you think itâs the prettiest heâs looked all night. Itâs warm as he fills you, pants against your skin, and kisses your weary, cracked lips with fervor. He says something about love, something about a baby, and something about forever, but youâre tired of his somethingâs and tired of crying. Youâre so tired.
âPerfect,â he coos, kissing your damp forehead, âYouâre so perfect.â As you fall asleep, he pushes the tacky strands of hair away from your temples. He hasnât pulled out and he doesnât want toâheâs still reeling from his orgasm, and doesn't want to waste a drop. So he stays like this, watching you drift off in the cage of his arms, more infatuated with you than he ever thought possible.
Perhaps it is carelessness on Yuutaâs part, but the next time you wake up, youâre not wearing any restraints. Thereâs a hazy, dull light that spills in from the singular windowâit must be some god awful hour of the early morning, the sunlight not entirely bright enough to signal a full sunrise. Everything in the room is painted in a muted, dull indigo, including Yuutaâs sleeping face next to you. Heâs sleeping in only his pantsâyou can feel the fabric rubbing against your bare legs. You no longer feel sticky, and a quick glance to the table in the room shows you a rag, probably dampened with your sweat and fluids, discarded onto the table. He even dressed you, albeit in only a large t-shirt (probably his) and a pair of panties. At least he had taken the time to clean you up, thankfully.
The effect of whatever drug he gave you must have passed, because when you awaken that morning, your body no longer feels all weary and heavy as it did earlier in the night. Careful not to wake Yuuta, you slide yourself quietly away from him, eyes glued to his sleeping face. With bated breath, you shuffle the blanket off of you painfully slowly. Your body aches from your activities, and you can feel a sharp pain every time you roll your ankles and wrists; but this is no time for that, as this is the only chance youâve been given at an escape since your arrival.
You do eventually make it out of the bed, as quietly as you possibly can. Your choices are then to aim for the window, or to try and navigate the unfamiliar house to make an exit. Since you donât know the house, and donât know what elaborate traps may be hidden throughout (though Yuuta doesnât seem to be the type, you donât doubt that possibility), in the moment you think itâs best to go by the window.
When you walk up to it, you realize itâs just out of your reach. Turning back to the room, your eyes adjust to the slight darkness, and as they glaze over the singular chair in the room, you decide that the best plan would be to use the chair to boost yourself up to the height of the window.
So you do just that, glancing every few seconds to Yuutaâs sleeping form. His gentle snores assure you that heâs asleep. You lift the chair, trying your best not to grunt despite how heavy the damn thing is. You bring it over to the window in slow, deliberate cycles of lifting it off the ground, moving it a few inches before your muscles give out, placing it gently down onto the floor so as not to make noise, and then starting up again once your arms no longer sting with exhaustion. By the time the chair is propped close to the window, the light pouring into the room is noticeably several shades lighter.
When you get up on the chair and look outside the window, you try to soak in what you see: the dark green canopy of a forest stretching the entire expanse of your line of sight to the outside. Could this really be anywhere near Tokyo? How far had he taken you from home? Have you been spirited away, a punishment for your outspoken distaste for the monotonous, though comfortable, life you live? Is this some nightmare, born from the grizzly murder you believe you saw the day before? Are you in purgatory, or hell even? Perhaps you should have paid more visits to your local shrines.Â
If I make it out of here, maybe Iâll even look into becoming a shrine maiden.
Stifling your chuckle, you push up on the bottom lip of the window, and luckily for you, it opens with a creaky whine. Your head spins towards the bed, nervous breath caught in your chest, but Yuutaâs still sleeping. You exhale in relief and keep pushing up, until the crack is wide enough for you to climb through.
When you stick your head out the window and look down, thankfully, youâre on the first floor of this house. How lucky youâve been, in your escapade so far. After a final glance at Yuuta, you climb out through the window. Landing on the grass with an unpleasant thud, you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood, in an effort to stifle the cry that wants to leave your lips. Everything hurts. But nowâs not the time to whine about your bruised legs.
You try to get up, and your legs feel wobbly and weak. It takes a few minutes of pushing and stumbling to get yourself up onto your two feet, and you look around, trying to find an exit, and to take in the sight of this house youâve been brought to.
Itâs small, like some sort of vacation cabin in the woods. Thereâs nothing within your eyesight to indicate an exit path, but you stumble forward anyways. Anything to get away.
As soon as you pass the first row of trees, though, you realize just how doomed you really are:
It may be a little dark, but so clearly can you see a shadowed figure just a few steps into the forest. Itâs inhuman, at least double your size. In the darkness you can only make out the familiar sight of a double row of massive teeth.
âAreeee you leaving Yuuuuuuuta?â
Itâs voice makes your skin crawl. Itâs the same monster as that night, the one that had killed Kenji. You think you remember Yuuta referring to it as Rika.
Since when can it talk?Â
Your mouth opens and closes, blubbering about like a fish. Your bare feet on the forest floor slide back, nervously treading away from the monster that hovers just over the ground. It comes closer and closer to youâyou can make out gray arms and claws, and youâre too terrified to speak.
âD-did you kill Kenji?â You stutter, walking backwards. You have nothing to fight this monster with, and you donât want to end up like Kenji. You quite like your head attached to your neck.
âAll for Yuuuuuta,â the monster replies. It makes your stomach churn unpleasantly. With a quick turn of your head to glance behind you, you realize youâre back at the last row of trees before the cabin. Your options are either try to outrun this monster, or crawl your way back into Yuutaâs bed.
So you run.
Turning quickly to your left, adrenaline surges and you find it in you to try and out maneuver the monster. You run and run, not even glancing back, tripping over exposed roots, stepping on stones, getting cut up with branchesâanything to get away. Perhaps itâs fight or flight, but you donât feel a thing; not the ache in your body, nor the cuts to your bare arms and legs, nor the sharp things you step on. None of it matters, not unless you get the fuck out of here.
What you donât realize, with your lack of knowledge about the world, sorcerers, curses, or all the other things Yuuta has facedâis that youâre simply not a match for him. Not that you know it yet, but heâs the strongest sorcerer in the world. A little game of cat and mouse means nothing. Childâs play, even.
This fact doesnât really impress itself upon you until approximately three minutes after you begin running away. The brief, fleeting sense of freedom that you felt upon your little run in the forest is squashed almost as quickly as it had formed. This is because, to your horror, the monster you thought you were outrunning unceremoniously picks you up off the ground like a rag doll, seemingly out of nowhere.
âTag, youâre itttt,â the monster sounds like itâs laughing. It places you onto the palm of its hand, and now up close, you can see itâs singular eye open from the ridges of its head, tendrils spilling out the back like hair. Itâs grin is impossibly wide, the monster all but amused by your escape attempt.
âLetâs play agaaaaaain,â it says, lifting you up higher off the ground. Tears sting at the corners of your eyes, and the metallic tang of blood from biting your lips earlier is now the only thing you can taste.
âRika-chan.â
Startled, your eyes widen as you hear another voice, its tone calm and its pitch soft. You turn to the source, and as this monsterâRika, presumablyâquickly sets you down onto the ground, you realize itâs Yuuta who called for her. Your knees slump into the muddy ground in defeat. Rika slinks away, like a child scolded.
âY-Yes, Yuuuuuta,â she starts to spin in a circle, cowering.
Yuuta comes closer, bending down to your height. Heâs still in only his pants. You realize, out here in the brightening sunrise, just how strong he is, and how heâs covered in so many scars. Youâd seen his body in the low light of the bedroom but out here, illuminated by the morning sun, heâs so much larger than you remember, broad and battle-worn. Makes you wonder what kind of things heâs done to earn each scar, especially the long, deep wound across his chest and bicep. And it makes you wonder if getting away from him is even possible.
He brushes your hair away from your face. His expression is somewhere between sad and pensive. Like heâs disappointed in your escape.
âTreat her gently, Rika-chan,â he says, though he doesnât spare his pet monster even a single glance. âSheâs important to me.â
âYesssss, Yuuta.â
After a beat of silence, you call to him.
âYuuta?â
He blinks. âYes?â
âIf youââ you pause, the lump in your throat making your voice shake. You swallow. âWere theâwere the chains even necessary?â
He tilts his head. âNo. Not really.â
You look down at your hands.
âI thought maybe itâd beâum⊠kinder, than this. You were so scared of RikaâŠâ softly, as he stares at your defeated expression, he adds, âAnd of me.â
Perhaps in some twisted way, heâs right. Chains feel escapable. They feel human. Flawed. But whatever this all isâthe monsters, the magicâyou donât understand it, and it fills you with despair.
âI didnât want to have to lock you away, sweetheart.â He says it like youâve wounded him; like youâre pushing him to do something he truly doesnât want to. His palms cradle your face and his stare is so despondent, you wonder if he will cry. âI just wanted to do whatâs best for you. Sorry, I was so careless. It wonât happen again.â
âYuuta, Iââ
âItâs okay,â he pats your hair, âIâll make this better. I donât want to frighten you like this, so I wonât have to put chains on you like that ever againâand I wonât have to use cursed speech or Rika either. I promise.âÂ
You donât understand what it is that he intends to do, but when he kisses you, you let him. Itâs soft, warm, tender. And easy. Youâre too hurt, too tired to push him away. Itâs easier to curl into his arms, to let him do what he wants. So you do whatâs easy, what feels good, and fall asleep as he carries you home.
Disappointment weighs down your body when you open your eyes and once again are greeted with the four walls of Yuutaâs room. Every time you close your eyes to sleep, youâre willing for this to be a nightmare youâll wake up from. Yet, once again you find yourself beneath Yuutaâs bedsheets.
But, just as he had promised, youâre not wearing any restraints: the collar is gone, and there are no chains on neither your wrists nor your ankles. Heâs left you to sleep, with nothing inhibiting your movements, just as heâd promised.
Your first thought is to jump out of bed and make a dash for the rest of the houseâyes, your jump out the window was unsuccessful, but there could be a phone to call for help, or keys to a car you hadnât seen around. The unknown fills you with hope, and quickly you shuck the blanket off of your body and kick your leg out to get onto your feet.
The only problem with that is, that once your foot touches the ground, there is no strength in your legs to even stand on that footâand pain shoots forth from the ankle junction with such intensity it makes your vision go black. When you open your eyes again, your body halfway off the bed, and look at your feet, you notice with horror that thereâs blood.
So much blood.
You pull yourself onto the floor, and notice both your ankles wrapped in bloody bandages. The bedsheets, once white with flower patterns, are bloodied where your feet were, dry and crusted crimson staining the beautiful lilacs and lilies. You canât manage to even so much as roll your anklesâthereâs no feeling in them whatsoever.Â
âW-what⊠what did you do to me,â you ask with abject horror tainting your voice. You want to scream, but nothing comes out. This has to be a nightmareâthis has to be.
You pinch your arms, over and over. Anything to prove to yourself that this canât be real. Surely this isnât what he meant when he said you wouldnât have to be chained up anymore?
Amongst your frantic crying and hurting yourself, vaguely do you hear Yuuta rushing into the room. He brings himself down to your level, pulls your head to his chest, and tries to soothe your crying.
âItâs okay,â he says, voice as steady and gentle as ever.
âWhat the fuck,â you ask between sobs, weakly pushing at his chest. âWhat the fuck did you do to me?â
He cradles you to his chest, your limp legs folded onto his lap. He rips off the last of those blooded bandages and one of his hands seems to glow with an iridescent purple light as he presses it to your ankles. Youâre not sure what heâs doing, but quickly the open wounds at your ankles close, scarring over. The bleeding stops, the pain stops, but the feelingâor lack ofâdoesnât return.Â
He kisses your forehead. âSo youâll stay here with me, without being afraid.â You dig your face into his shoulder, so angry you can do nothing but cry about it. He adds, âMy senseiâIeiri-sanâshe taught me a lot about the body. I only severed the tendon, so you canât walk, but I can heal everything else; you wonât feel any pain, I promise. Iâll take care of you.â
âI hate you,â you mutter, muffled and unconvincing, against his shoulder. He pats your hair, and lets you cry. He lets you sort through every stage of griefâdenial, anger, depressionâand lets you hurl every sickened, hurtful word his way, as long as you stay there, curled into his lap, crying into his neck. He lets you cry until you have no more tears to give.Â
And then he bathes you, feeds you, and drugs you, andâwell, itâs just like yesterday. He wipes your delirious tears, kisses you enough to make you think heâs sorry, and pours enough of his love into you to make you think he means it. And you fall asleep in his arms again, just like you had on your first night here.
Except when you look out the window, all hopes of leaving are dashed. The moon bears her sorry face to you, her beams of light pouring into the room. And for some reason, the finality of it all, the fact that you canât leave this room without his assistance, his care⊠maybe youâve hit acceptance already. You thought you were more of a fighter, honestly. How pitiful. Does the moon think that when she sees youâthat youâre pitiful? What about the sun? What about God?Â
You turn over, to face him. His eyes bounce across every feature on your faceâsearching for the meaning in your stare. Your fingers delicately brush over every scar you can see under the moonlight: over his brow, across his cheek, over his forehead. His breath catches, the hope that thereâs love in your gentle touch taking root in his throat. You close your eyes, pull him close with a steady hand, and kiss him.
This is easier, you think. He kisses you back with the force of a man in desperate, hopeless love. Your chest feels lighter. Your muscles give way as he turns, to hover above you, to kiss you deeper.
To the moon, to the sun, and to the stars, you say: I donât need your pity.
Itâs been a few days since that fateful night. With nothing but Yuutaâs care and these four walls, you had settled on apathy.Â
In the days since, Yuutaâs taken charge of everythingâfeeding you, dressing you, bathing you. Youâve already grieved your mobility, crying enough the first day to fill an ocean, sobbing until tears would no longer come. Your captor would wipe the dampness off your cheeks for you whenever heâd see your face glistening, hushing you and smoothing his hands over you like he were placating a child. Despite your harsh words at the beginning, he accepted the vitriol you threw at him with a gentleness and tranquility that would make even a saint look temperamental. His seemingly endless patience had outlived yours, leaving you with little fight in you and even less discontent for your situation.
In this time, youâve also come to learn a lot of Yuutaâs likes and dislikes.
His dislikes were easy to figure out: its only when youâre âbadâ that he ever really frowns. If youâre upset with him, scream at him, or push him away, heâll look hurt, maybe even apologize. But can he really apologize for the things heâs done to you? Questionable.
He likes when you are affectionate to himâeven if it may or may not be genuine, he believes quite strongly that his feelings will be reciprocated in time, if not already. He especially likes when you call him your husband. It gets him so excitable; sometimes you use it when he fucks you, to make him come apart at the drop of a dime. You find there are ways to take control, even just with your words. Having power over himâeven something this insignificantâfeels good, in the moment. It feels good to know that you can affect him, however way you can.
Heâs taken to carrying you around everywhere, now that you can no longer stand on your feet. You wrap your arms around his neck when he carries you, bridal-style. Sometimes, when youâre feeling like getting a rise out of him, you give him a drop of the physical affection he craves; whether it be curling the hairs at his nape with your fingers, or pressing a palm to his beating heart. You find his reactions charming, in a way. A man whoâs kidnapped you and permanently maimed you, but when he coos at you and touches you so gently⊠itâs a confusing thing.
It makes you wonder why his world seems to revolve around you.
âCan you tell me what it was like, that first time that you saw me?â You ask Yuuta once youâre settled into the chair in your bedroom. Itâs midday, long after heâs bathed you and cared for your hair.Â
After ensuring your comfort, Yuuta leaves the room briefly. He returns after a few minutes, placing a steaming water basin below your dangling feet. Placing a stool before the water basin, he makes a show of rolling up his sleeves. In the comforting silence, he pushes up the hem of your dress, and gently removes the soiled bandages at your anklesÂ
(though its been some days since, the scars continuously manage to open up, whether by accident or by your hands, you wouldnât be liable to say⊠Yuuta says nothing when he finds blood under your nails, though. Just cleans them silently, as part of your grooming).Â
You watch with a sort of distant curiosity, in the way a man would stare at something peculiar from afar. In your heart of hearts you still mourn your ability to walk; but dissociating it from yourself is easier than facing the truth of it.
âI guess I havenât told you, have I?â He asks, his voice tender as he places your feet into the warm water. There must be some salts in it, as it stings just a little when your healing cuts become wet. His hands follow your feet into the basin, rubbing and massaging in such an intimate manner that it makes you feel warm. âIt was a long time ago, back in first year,â
âOf high school?â You ask him incredulously.
He nods. âI was bullied a lot back then; I kept to myself, unable to control Rika.â He dips a washcloth into the basin, wrings out the water, then starts to rub the damp cloth against your ankles. âYou probably donât remember it but, you stood up for me once.â Your eyes widen, surprised. And unable to remember such an event, no matter how much you dig into your hazy memories. âIt was the first time anyone had done that for me,â he recalls with fondness dripping from his delicate smile. "We werenât even in the same schoolâI didnât know your name or anything. But you stood in front of me as these older boys roughed me up outside the school, chasing them away with that strong, proud voice of yours. You beat Rika to it, even. And they left, saying they wouldnât fight a girl⊠and you smiled when you pulled me up. It was the most beautiful thing Iâd ever seen in my life.â
âIâŠâ you start off, your word locked in your throat. You swallow, but the lump persists. ââŠDonât rememberâŠâ
âThatâs okay,â he smiles. It looks a little pained to you, and despite it all, it hurts you to see it. âI didnât even see you again after that day, not for a long time. It wasnât until recently, I saw you in the city, talking to someoneâsmiling, even with a curse wrapped around your shoulders. I guess I just⊠wanted to see you smile for me again.â
âSo you⊠did all this⊠to see me again?â you reply, unsure what else to say. Should you be pleased with his words, no matter how sweet they are? After what heâs done? You feel like a wounded animal, unwillingly ministered into submission.
âDo you hate me for it?â His voice warbles, soft and dejected as his thumbs press gently onto your skin.Â
âYouâll take care of me, wonât you?â You ask, bending down to palm over his head. He leans into your touch, desperate for it. âYou promised.â
âYes.â He looks up at you, eyes wide and wet, brows threaded with certainty, determination. His irises are a deep blue, vast like the ocean. You see yourself reflected back, molded into the shape of his dark, endless pupils. Is this the only place you exist nowâin his eyes, in his grasp, in him? âIâll spend every moment taking care of youâof our family, too. One day.â
You inhale sharply, thumbs caressing his cheeks. Warmth blooms on his face as he talks about giving you a familyâlike he still has things to be shy about, even now. Everything feels so foggy, but his love for you is like a beacon. A constant in the haze. Itâs easy to lean into it, to drift and cling onto him. Is it enough for you to forgive him, to see him like a lover, and not like a captor?
He kisses the thumb that grazes over his lips, reverent. Eyes closed in worship. Prayer.
And you think: you could get used to devotion, when itâs packaged like this.
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Caleb doesn't accept love letters and chocolates whenever Valentine's Day comes along. However, girls directly stuff them into his bag without his knowledge sometimes, and you take it upon yourself to eat the sweets because Caleb would just throw it straight to the trash otherwise.
âIt's a waste,â you'd always say. âYou might not like them back, but they still made the effort to make chocolate for you.â
And then Caleb would shake his head, frowning, âThough most of them mean well, sometimes they put weird stuff in the food. So if I were you, I'd spit out that cupcake, pipsqueak.â
You usually don't heed his warningsâCaleb's always been kind of an overthinker. Now, though, you regret not listening to him as an unfamiliar heat spreads across your body, your core throbbing as you feel yourself dripping in your panties.
...The panties that's rubbing against Caleb's crotch right now, soaking the fabric of his pants while you grind down on him. Caleb's expression looks like a mix of confusion, worry, and arousal, his hands hovering above your waist as if unsure where to touch you. âNnâ hey, what's gotten into you? Do you even know what you're doing right now?â
You see his Adam's apple bob up and down as he nervously swallows, and you start feeling something poking you at your clothed core. Caleb sits up on the sofa where you pushed him down a while ago, grabbing your hands on his shoulders. âC'mon, tell me. I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong.â
You whimper, your body collapsing on top of his. He quickly scoops you up, one hand holding the back of your head, the other resting on your lower back, ensuring you're properly seated on his thighs.
âI... I feel weird,â you pant, clutching the front of his shirt. âI'm dizzy, and my body is hot all over. My...â you swallow down your embarrassment, âmy pussy feels empty... Caleb, can't you help me? Please?â
Almost imperceptibly, his grip on you tightens by a fraction. He sighs, angling your head to make you look at him in the eye. Perhaps it's the trick of the light, but Caleb's face is a flustered pink. âI can't do that. You're going to regret it when you turn back to normal and get all weird about it.â He glances at the chocolates you ate on the table, brows furrowed. âAphrodisiac chocolate... I should've known. Then you wouldn't have become like this...â
Your mind is in a daze. Your body feels unusually heavy, but your head feels like it's floating. Most of what he said is lost on you, and at this moment, the only thing you can focus on is that Caleb is looking at something else. You grab both of his cheeks, forcibly turning his attention to you. âPlease help me, Caleb...â Clumsily, you lift up your hips, pressing your cunt against the tent in his pants. It glistens with your wetness, and Caleb can't help but groan when you rub the tip with your thumb. âIt hurts... I need this inside me...â
Caleb has always adhered to your whims, but even he has his limits. He pinches your cheek, âI can't put it inside, idiot, I don't have a condom. I just have to make you cum, right?â He gestures for you to pick up the hem of your skirt, sucking in a breath when he sees how soaked you are. âFuck....â
The entire crotch area is damp, and if he looks carefully, he can even see the faint shape of your clit. Curiously, he draws circles on it, breathing heavily when a fresh glob of slick stains your underwear. âThat's hot...â
He pulls down his zipper, releasing his cock from his boxers. You gasp softly at the sight. He's long and thick, arching to a beautiful curve, colored almost red from the strain of holding back. He gives himself a few experimental pumps, moans coming from his mouth as he masturbates at the sight of you, holding up your own skirt to give him a perfect view of your wet panties, an innocent, frilly pair he can't wait to ruin.
He positions his cock to your folds, aiming at the spot your hole should be if not covered by your underwear. You both groan at the first slide, his pre-cum further soaking the fabric of your ruined panties. He wraps himself in his fist, teasing your clit as he pumps into his hand. More pearls of white spurt out of his tip. âAh, fuck, that's good... so good...â
âAh, ah, Caleb!â
You move your hips, moaning while he rubs himself against your cunt. The warmth of his cock is driving you crazy, and the added friction of Caleb rubbing your nipple through your clothes makes you even wetter than you already are. He's biting his lip, dazed eyes staring at your body appreciatively. âI'm taking this off, baby.â
He impatiently runs his hand through the buttons of your clothes, some of them popping off to clatter on the floor. âH-hey, I liked this shirtâ haa...!â
âI'll buy you a new one,â he grunts, mouthing at one of your tits, sucking as if anything would come out. He unclasps your bra one-handed, throwing it over your shoulder. âThese things are fucking annoying...â
Finally, he gets tired of rubbing you over your clothes. He lifts the side of your panties, sliding his cock inside to directly grind against your pussy. âShit, that's more like it,â he moans loudly, your wetness gliding down his balls. âYou feel so good.â
âCaleb, put it inside already,â you whine, scrunching up the fabric of your skirt in your fists. âThis isn't enough for you either, hnn, right...? Give me your cock, please...â
Caleb grits his teeth, holding your hips to stop you from dropping on his dick. âDidn't I tell you I don't have a condom?â
âI don't care!â you struggle in his hold. âFuck me, c'mon... it hurts...! If you don't...â
You pant against his ear, knowing exactly what you're getting into, drugged or not, â...I'll ask Zayne to fuck me instead.â
The effect is instantaneous. He pulls out, replacing his cock with two fingers plunging inside you at once, hitting deep all the way inside. You choke, gasping out for breath as his hand doesn't stop, slick jetting out of your cunt with every push of his fingers. His clothes are getting soaked, but Caleb doesn't care about them at all, coldly glaring at your face twisted in pleasure.
âSo you're telling me you'd be fine with just anyone?â He's chuckling, but he doesn't sound like he's happy. âFuck. I should've just done this from the start, then.â
He grabs two of the chocolates, popping one in his mouth. When he finishes swallowing, he places the other one in his mouth again, but then he suddenly grabs your jaw. âOpen your mouth, slut.â
He pulls you in for a kiss, mouths locking together. The chocolate melts from the heat, his tongue licking at yours as he's forcing you to swallow. He doesn't let you go until he's sure you've eaten all of it, drool dripping from the corner of your lips.
âWe're not stopping until you learn I'm the only one who gets to see you like this,â he grunts, taking out his fingers and slathering your slick on his cock to make it wet. âI'm the only one who gets to call you mine.â
âHaa... haa...â
Clothes are strewn messily on Caleb's bedroom floor, the mattress squeaking with each thrust of his hips. You're on your back, one leg hooked over Caleb's shoulder, staring into space as you're fucked absolutely stupid.
âFuck, I can't stop my hips....â Caleb's still fucking into you, hasn't stopped for the past hour. The effects of the aphrodisiac have probably passed after the first two rounds, but his cock shows no signs of softening after release. He cums another load into you, overflowing from your pussy to spread into his sheets. âAh, hng, shit... Hey, I told you not to waste it.â
He pulls out, pressing his fingers inside your loose hole to fuck his cum back in. You make a sound of protest, already feeling full.
âAre you starting to regret what you said now?â He grabs the back of your thighs, pressing your legs next to your ears. âToo late for that, though.â
Caleb groans, sloshing his cum inside your cunt with his dick. You helplessly grab at the sheets, moaning brokenly. His pelvis rubs against your engorged clit on every snap of his hips, driving you to squirt on his abs again, his torso glistening with your mess.
âYou're squirting again? How many times have you cum?â Caleb laughs meanly, sucking another possessive mark among the smattering of hickeys he's already left along your collarbones. âNasty girl...â
He leans back, getting a better view of your body. There are traces of him everywhere, from the hickeys on your neck, his cum on your chest because you couldn't swallow everything he poured in your mouth, and the faint bite marks on your inner thighs when he paid the favor and ate you out.
He presses a kiss on your chest, staring at you with dark eyes. âIf you didn't say that, I would've been patient with you. Fingered you loose before putting my cock inside, making sure you're comfortable... I would've helped you ride out the effects of the aphrodisiac and never speak of it again. After all, to you, I'm just family.â He nuzzles against your cheek, his voice taking on a darker tone. âBut you just had to call out another guy's name, didn't you... Would've fucked him if it was him here, not me...â
Caleb thrusts back inside you roughly, fucking your cervix. âYou can't do that, you know? You've always belonged to me. Every part of you is mine, so no one else can touch you.â He cups your cheek, devouring your cries of pleasure with his mouth. âJust me... it's only me, right? I'm the person most important to you, right? You said so... So why are you bringing up another guy?â
He's asking questions, but he doesn't let you answer any of them, kissing you so much you almost can't breathe.
âEven though I'm in front of you...â Kiss. âEven when I'm the only one who loves you this much...â Kiss, kiss. âYou're still thinking of another person...â Kiss, kiss, kiss. âThat's hardly fair when you're all I think about everyday.â Another sloppy kiss.
You weakly push his chest, breaking away from the kiss. âWait, Calebââ
He pins your wrist to the bed. âI'm not stopping.â
âI'm not telling you to stop, I'm telling you to listeâ ahh, haa, hnn!â The cock still ramming up your walls makes it much more difficult to speak, hammering against the sweet spot that makes your toes curl. âFuck, ahâ Caleb, listen to me!â
He hums as he sucks another hickey on your skin. âI am.â
You don't have it in you to argue even when he clearly isn't, trembling at the pleasure. The hand holding your wrist travels upwards to intertwine your fingers together, grounding you back to reality.
âCaleb, I was justâ I didn't mean what I said...â you stammer, trying your best to speak without getting distracted. âI, mmh....! W-wouldn't do this with anyone else... haa... I just said that so you'd fuck meâ ah, ah!â
He scoffs, slowing his pace when he sees you being overwhelmed. âYou're just making excuses to get me to stop.â
âI'm not, you dummy! I...â your brows pinch together, embarrassed to say it but you continue anyway, âCaleb, you're the one I think of when I touch myself... nn... And I know it's wrong, and you only think of me as someone you should take care of, but, I, haah, I like it when you kiss me, or when you hug me, and Iâ gh! I like it when you fuck me hard, too, just like this...â
You move your hand to cup Caleb's jaw, admiring his awestruck expression. He looks at you like he's seeing you for the first time.
âI'm not telling you to stop,â you repeat yourself firmly. âI just wanted to say I didn't mean that thing I said earlier, and if it's you, you can do whatever you want to me. Because I love you just like how you love me, Caleb.â
His hips come to a complete stop. âSay that again.â
âI love you, Caleb.â
âAgain.â
âI love you.â
âAgain.â
âOkay, you're really pushing it, it's embarrassing to saâ aah!â
He grabs your hip, pulling you back to his cock. He fucks you frantically, harsh groans leaving his lips, your name like a prayer. âFuck... you love me? You love... me?â The words seem unfamiliar on his tongue, heartbreakingly quiet. You squeeze your connected hands.
âI love you, Caleb. I really, really love you, I've loved you a long time ago...â you tilt his chin, making him meet your gaze. âNow say it back.â
âI love you,â he says with certainty, as if it's a fact of the universe. âI love you so much.â He buries his head into your neck, sucking new marks. âI love you... fuck... I love you so badly, it hurts...â
His cock drives deeper, the wet slaps of skin deafening in the room. Cum dribbles out of your hole with his thrusts, and he swipes it up to smear it on your engorged clit. Rub, rub. Rub, rub.
âShit, Caleb!â You wail, rutting to his finger. âEverything feels so good, ah, ah!â
âYou feel so good, too, aw, fuuuck...â he's melting inside you, your warm walls clenching around him so tight, sucking him back in every time he pulls out. âYour pussy keeps sucking me back in...!âÂ
âAh, hnahh, ngh, yes, like that, ah! I'm cumming, cumming!â
His balls draw tight, his cock about to burst. âFuck, shit!â he fucks in, in, in, until he's filled every space in your cunt, thumb frantically rubbing at your clit. Clear liquid soaks his cock, wetting his pelvis, and he follows you in your release, shooting ropes of milky cum deep inside your pussy. âFuck, ah, take my cock, take my fucking cum all the way in, ohhâ take it deep in your wombââ
He keeps cumming, and cumming, and cumming. âIt won't stop,â he moans against your ear, watching your hole overflowing with his semen. âYour pussy feels too good, it's sucking me dry...â
âCaleb, shit, how are you stillâ ohh, fuuck...â you whine as the last spurts of semen hit your torso, Caleb having pulled out and pumping his dick to cover you in his cum.
Finally emptied, Caleb collapses on the spot beside you, running a hand through his hair. âI need a shower,â he mutters, feeling the stickiness on his body.
âWe need a shower,â you correct him. âI probably won't be able to walk for the next few days, all thanks to you, so you better take responsibility and carry me everywhere.â
Caleb laughs, light and airy, nothing like the dark tone he's been speaking in earlier. He pulls you to his chest, pressing chaste kisses all over your face. âAnything for the girl I love.â
i feel like a small kink-that-isnât-such-a-kink-but-iâm-calling-it-a-kink that kento has is watching you squirm from overstimulation.
specifically your hands during sex.
âmove âem.â kento grits out, voice shaky as he fucks you from behind. you whine at his command, ignoring it and holding onto the blanket underneath you just a bit tighter. he watches how your fingers crunch the fluffy fabric, body trembling once he gives you a thrust that rubs your g-spot. you mewl, head falling onto the bed with a force on the back of it. his larger hand slides from your head down to your chin, turning it sideways against the bed. âwhat did i say sweetheart?â he mumbles, halting his movement. his soaked cock stays full into you, wet and sticky cum mushed around where you two meet. you whimper, trying to push back. his tip nudges where you need him, but your wanton moan is greeted with a spank of your ass.
âyouâre not listening, hm?â kento quips, rubbing your hot ass cheek and leaning down. your back further arches, âs-sorry, just..â you try to explain yourself, but the teetering moans leaving you as his dick rocks into you do you no justice. âmy babyâs so needy..â kento smiles, kissing the side of your cheek, his peppered kisses going down below your jaw, a slick of wetness in its wake. âcâmon sweetie, let go fâme.â he coos in your ear, fresh regal cologne filling your senses. you purse your lips, following his words obediently and letting your hands relax. you didnât even realize how hard you had clutched onto the bed, hands aching a bit and fingers red.
swiftly, your face is turned straight into the blanket, hands pulled behind you and wrists locked by just one of your loverâs hands. without words, kento begins pounding your cunt how your need it, loud squelches and sounds of the mess that you two have made. your whines and moans fill kentoâs head, his eyes stuck on how your ass jiggles with each thrust into you. the skin slowly brightening with juices that leave your soaping pussy. however, his view trails up, feeling your wiggling fingers scratch at his hand. god, youâre so cute. even if he canât see your lewd expressions, he just knows youâre losing every bit of sobriety you had left, letting yourself go dumb on his cock. your fingers stretch before digging into his skin, but with the thick head of his cock angling just too good, they widen again, matching the sound of your higher moans. âplease! please! pleaseâ make me cum!â your words rip through you, sobbing and shaking. kento groans, he can get used to studying you like this..
with your head shoved into the pillow, your hand reaches back, lightly pushing at his stomach.
âmmphâgive me a second, ohhââ
eyes rolling back into your head, you hand drops as he swings his hips harder, relentlessly prodding at that one spot in your cunt.
âkento!â you squeal, voice muffled and legs shaking, âiâm gonna cum again!â
he shushes you softly, a hand running down the curve of your ass. âi know baby, itâs okay.â
you shake your head, ââm gonna die, kenââ
he laughs, watching your body shake in tandem with your orgasm. heâs holding your hips in place and he continues, pace never faltering. âyouâre okay, sweet girl. just focus on feeling good.â
nanami leans down, kissing your temple. feeling his weight on you makes you drool, the warmth of his body addicting.
âmore, please,â you slur, body flattening on the mattress. kento pulls out momentarily, pushing your legs together and sliding a pillow under your tummy before pushing back in.
âfuck!â you cry, hands pulling at his sheets, âfuck you!â
his weight presses you into the mattress. his teeth biting lightly at your ear. âone more baby, come on.â
âcumming âm cumminâ, youâfuuuckkââ
âyeah,â he groans, feeling your cunt clench around him. he thinks heâs gonna lose his mind. sloppily kissing your cheek, his hand reaches up to grab your jaw, âyouâre gonna make me cum sweet girlâwhere do you want it?â
âinside, please, i need it so bad.â you whine, turning your head to kiss him.
âyouâre gonna kill me,â he mumbles, thrusting with a different fervour before dropping most of his weight on you, groaning in your ear.
âtake it, baby, âs all yours.â you moan as you feel him filling you up, eyes almost crossing at the feeling.
nanami rolls off you momentarily, tucking your hair behind your ear and watching you catch your breath. he breathes out a chuckle, âso dramatic, you asked for this, remember?â
you try faking a frown but fail, your lips forming into a smirk instead. âwhat if i ask for it again?â
a hand playfully swats the swell of your ass, âyou donât know what youâre asking for, beautiful.â
