Lmao Goodbye. Bunny does not play around, especially when it comes to you. He glares at people who stare at you too long. Those who dare to do more? He's throwing a punch as a reflex.
If someone comes to break up the fight, he'll grab the other person and whack the catcaller with them. You'll have to sit there awkwardly offering some context to the horrified pedestrians who think there' s a hunter/police brutality situation going on.
Zayne
Terrifyingly composed. The only reaction he'll show is tensing his shoulders, but otherwise he remains unreadable. He simply walks up to the man and calmly says, "I beg your pardon?"
Now imagine how portentous it is to have a 6ft man squaring up to you, frame eclipsing the sun as he quietly demands no, challenges you repeat the words he clearly heard the first time. If the catcaller hasn't tripped over himself trying to run already, Zayne would unassumingly straighten his collar, and dust his shoulder a little too hard, "Careful there brother, I almost thought you said something" :).
Immediately turns to make sure you're okay afterwards, "Don't be bothered by trash like them love."
Rafayel
On a good day he stops dead in the tracks, stares at the cat caller and laughs. Then he points at him and starts what you can only call obliterating the man into humiliation. "No no no. not you. You cannot possibly be that delusional. How can a pathetic, reeking, broke, balding, saggy-ass bitch even think of hitting on her?!" His theatrics always gathers a crowd and then everyone starts throwing the man dirty looks. Rafayel finally backs away after making an absolute joke of the guy.
On a bad day, he catcalls him back. You have no idea how or why Rafayel is so good at sexually harassing other men, but it works every time. And to watch the horror dawn on the man's face as he attempts to flee is quiet satisfying.
Sylus
The cat caller would have to be straight up blind for even attempting something like that with Sylus around. But thankfully for the catcaller, he is subjected the lesser of two evil. aka you. Because no one, and I mean no one catcalls a hunter on Linkon streets.
See, Sylus would have done something, if you'd let him, but he decides to keep eating his ice cream as you beat the shit out of the guy. Damn him if does anything to break it up, because as of now he is extremely turned on.
Caleb
ahahhahaha. Anything you think is too much, Caleb is 10 times worse. He's already thinking of scenarios that belong in the SAW franchise. But he can't act that way with pips around >:(, this idiot has probably already ruined your mood. So he just pulls his classic move and goes up to the man grinning, slapping his back and boisterously nudging him around like they're best buds, until he finds an appropriate trashcan and in the man goes. Right where he belongs.
If the cat caller somehow escapes his fate of being stuffed in a trashcan there and then, he's gonna find out his house detonated, his bank account is frozen and he's being tracked by the military. Don't mess with gege.
i feel like caleb is notorious for taking your leftover stuff. he’ll eat after you, he’ll drink after you. if you leave a cup of juice out on the counter, he’ll down it in one go before he puts it in the dishwasher. if you throw out your body wash a bit early and there’s still some left in the bottle, he’s stealing it, finishing it off, scraping the sides clean. he’s just always there to tidy your mess, to shoulder your burden—whether it’s one you created in earnest or one he orchestrated himself. he’s spoiled you for years, making it rare for you to clean up after yourself all the way—but it’s only so he can make use of what you leave behind.
somehow this got me thinking about bottom feeder fish caleb x angelfish mc, especially in that he debases himself while exalting her. he’s doomed to the darkness, only privy to remnants of her light, etc etc. or a less pleasing metaphor: he’s a scavenger animal, mc’s the carcass. he's picking at all the parts of you he can because those fleeting moments of unbridled access are all he has—he doesn't know when, or if, the next one will come
summary: in which you tell the lads boys that you haven’t shaved.
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb
notes: MDNI / NSFW (obvi), they’re all eaters!!!!!! xavier is silly, zayne has an attitude, rafayel is dramatic, sylus #takesnobullshit, and caleb is strange…mentions of sex/sexual acts, fem terms used (!!!), that’s it (i think)
p.s. this is a silly spur of the moment post so if it’s awful ummmm kill me maybe!!!
a/n: i am not the type to care like At All about body hair in any capacity so i hope this was somewhat entertaining LOL. body hair no body hair anything WTV it’s all natural and all real do whatever you want ok love you bye…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
steal my girl! ─── when the lads men see you, their girlfriend, out in public with another man.
♥︎ zayne, xavier, rafayel, sylus, caleb
✩ genre: fluff, lighthearted jealousy au, slice of life
note. this is VERY old and i can’t even remember what operant conditioning is so i likely used it incorrectly. i also forgot that rafayel doesn’t like the pet name “baby” when making this so let’s all ignore that piece of information…
How the lads boys handle you attending a girl’s night out.
(ft. Zayne, Sylus, Caleb)
**MDNI 18+**
cw: slightly modern! au, drunk sex, rough play, car sex, oral (f! receiving) spit play, choking, caleb is his own warning *pseudocest*, slight BDSM, roleplay, p in v sex, anal play, double penetration, fingering, dacryphilia, spanking, overstimulation, squirting, sliiight breeding kink of you squint, everything is consensual <3
a/n: lowk went a bit overboard with caleb bc i’m insane about him :P this is my first work i’ve put out in like ten years LMFAO- crying n throwing up but pls enjoy!!!!
wc: 16.2k wooof
-dividers are from @/cursed-carmine ty ty!!
Zayne - 911!
Pushing through the sea of crammed, sweaty bodies was already enough to make the poor, overworked doctor’s temple throb with annoyance. You said you’d be waiting outside for him, which he already knew you wouldn’t- anticipating that you’d lose track of time and completely forget that he was coming to pick you up judging by the slur of your sweet voice over the phone not even an hour prior.
It was your best friend’s birthday. What kind of friend would you be if you hadn’t agreed to go clubbing for your sweetest girl’s special day?
You weren’t willing to find out, that’s for sure. You called your sweet doctor, letting him know to not worry about having to stay late at Akso due to complications with a couple of his patients seeing as you finally had plans with your girls. He was pleased at first with the decision, understanding that it was your closest friend’s birthday and you yourself deserved to let loose- being such a dedicated and hard worker yourself it was rare to have plans with your friends to get so excited for.
It was when the snowman finally broke through the crowd that he found you tucked away with your closest gal pals- drink in one hand while swaying your delectably full hips in hypnotic circles as your excuse of a dress rode up dangerously high- that any contentment in Zayne’s brain immediately disappeared and turned into something darker.
You were unbelievable- he couldn’t deny that much. Ethereal in your most authentic state, you danced like nothing else mattered while your friends circled around you like a true hype squad. Your smile was bright, cheeks pink with a deep flush and your hair just slightly stuck to your warm skin. You looked ravishing to the doctor in a tight, dusty blue and silver sparkling mini dress. What had him reeling though, was the significant dip in the back of the dress, showcasing the beautiful curve of your spine as you moved and grooved to the beat.
That annoying throb in his forehead deepened and quickly shot somewhere down south, and suddenly the club was rising in temperature despite his evol desperately trying to cool him off. This was a sight that he for more than selfish reasons needed to cut short. For the safety of everyone in the tight space- it was time to call it a night.
You were in a trance, loudly singing off tune to the song blasting in the club’s speakers when suddenly two large hands placed themselves on your hips. Your reaction time was slightly delayed, but you managed to swing yourself around as your mouth began to spit vicious threats.
“BACK OFF! DUNNO WHO Y’THINK YOU ARE TOUCHIN’ ME LIKE THAT BUT M’MARRIED! BETTER BACK UP BEFORE I CALL HIM- ohhhhh heyyyyy babyyyyyy!”
Your sweet smile only grew as a fit of laughter overtook you, putting your drink down before wrapping your arms around the taller man and hugging him tight. From this angle, Zayne’s emerald gaze dropped low to land directly on your soft cleavage that was squished right up against his hard torso. He scoffed to himself~ clearly the front of the dress matches the back.
You didn’t notice the clear tension in his dark gaze, or the way his grip was tightening on your hips the longer he processed the outfit choice you’ve been sporting all night. “Married, huh?” He teased, a familiar swell grew in his chest over your absentminded upgrade to your relationship title. You could only bat your lashes up at him with that signature glossy pout you used specifically when you wanted to get your way. “Y’wanna dance with me?” You purred and pawed at his muscular chest, still clad in his work attire minus the white coat- he’d come straight from Akso.
His glasses inched just slightly down the sharp bridge of his nose, and your half lidded eyes caught it- taking the opportunity to trail your manicured fingers up the broad expanse of his chest, nails ghosting over the warm skin of his neck and jaw teasingly before gently pushing them back into place with surprising accuracy. A mischievous smirk pulling at your plump lips.
He swallowed, meeting your eyes before swiftly spinning you out of the way of a couple of guys that were drunkenly stumbling into your little snow globe of space. Your body swung with ease and you squealed in delight, clutching his thick biceps with the movement. “C’monnn Zaynie,” you begged before he firmly shook his head. His annoyance was throbbing deeper, between taking in your devastating appearance and taking in the way the other men on the dance floor were also staring you down like they could see through the little blue and silver number you deemed appropriate for the night- he was determined to get you out of here and to the privacy of his car asap.
“We can dance our hearts out another night, my love. Come on, say goodbye so we can go home.” He nudged you while politely waving a farewell to your group of friends that seemed quite intrigued by the obviously jealous expression plastered on your boyfriend’s typically calm face. Grinning at you like they all knew the end to your fairytale of a night before you’d even made it to the climax, they offered overzealous waves and cheers of having a goooood night.
Every drink you had tonight hit you all at once as your bare back slid against the cool leather of Zayne’s passenger seat. You only then realized how short your dress was, riding up your thick thighs until the tiniest peak of your white thong was visible to not only your eyes but also the dark emeralds that peered down right at the same time as he buckled you in.
He was quick to shut the door on you and take the long way to the driver’s door, leaving you to stew in your own buzzed nerves. He got in and started driving, avoiding looking over at your half lidded gaze while still being painfully aware of your every movement.
There was a warmth buzzing in the thickening air of the car, despite how short of a drive it was to his apartment- you each felt like you were going to suffocate from the charged tension between the two of you. You plucked your heels off while shifting to face the doctor in the driver’s seat, your back pressing against the warm glass of the window as your feet came up and perched on top of the center console. “Mm, Zaynie,” you huff out while chewing on your bottom lip and savoring the faint vanilla flavor from your gloss.
You were taking all of him in- well, not ALL of him, and that was an entirely new issue. Your eyes bounced between the terribly sharp features of his profile and the way the dark fabric of his dress shirt was straining against his biceps. A deeper craving to feel those bare muscles brush against your skin caused your plush thighs to squeeze together firmer. The longer you stared, the better your memory served you. It was good enough to vividly imagine the feeling of his rough, precise hands squishing and squeezing the fat of your ass while the fat head of his cock crammed itself into your needy hole from behind- you needed to relive this memory immediately.
“What is it? Sit properly in your seat, please. Sitting like that can be dangerous.” His voice was stern, and you could tell his patience was thinning. You grinned to yourself, inching your feet closer to his warm lap while he drove. Maybe if you gave him a little push, he’d surely give you what you wanted, right? A certain wave of confidence that came exclusively on nights like tonight crashed over you and you folded your arms around your chest, your elbows subtly pushing your plump tits together and offering the man next to you a more amplified view of your cleavage.
“Somethin’s wrong, Zaynie. Think I need to see a doctor-” you’re growing breathless from your own arousal dominating your senses, but your bait was easily snagged as he finally turned to look at you once the car stopped at the red light. His expression was sexily concerned, eyes jumping around to find the cause of your statement as well as drink in your appearance.
“What do you need a doctor for? I’m right here, what’s wrong?” His voice, laced with concern almost makes you feel guilty for worrying him- but you can’t bring yourself to care when he’s looking at you like that.
“Doctor Zayne, It hurts. ’m so wet it hurts,”
You spread your thighs as you spoke to reveal the white lace of your thong was now basically transparent from how damp they were with your slick. Zayne’s soul caught in his throat as he slightly choked at the sight alone, making out the exact shape of your pretty, puffy lips weeping against the fabric. He grit his teeth when he felt your little feet brush softly against the growing tent in his dress slacks, feeling completely helpless for a moment behind the wheel. To make matters worse, you held your needy gaze on the doctor’s darkening gaze, bringing two of your own fingers down to tease your own slit over your panties.
“Sweetheart-” Zayne was absolutely dumbfounded by your boldness. The bottoms of your feet stroked and caressed his length with fever as you tugged the soaked fabric to the side, exposing your glistening heat with a breathy whine from your chest. “Make it better, please? Always take such good care of me. Wanna feel you inside me~”
You were a little temptress, a succubus just dying to feed on his soul through his cock- and he found himself more turned on than he’s ever been in his life.
Of course the two of you have always had an agreement to take care of each other even in the event of one of you being more inebriated than the other and it’s worked out great so far- you’ve built a strong enough trust amongst each other not only in your relationship, but through the fact you’ve known each other since childhood. Still, a distant pang of guilt tugged in his chest, he never wanted to take advantage of you.
But you were stubborn, and Zayne knew better than anyone that if you were willing to slut yourself out in his passenger seat like this- it was only going to get worse from here if he didn’t stop you now.
Your skin was on fire, your free hand shot to your chest but before you could free one of your breasts his strong hands were gripping you tight. One hand grasping both of your ankles to stop your feet from their assault on his straining cock while the other captured your wrist that was reaching for your chest. His chest was heaving as he leaned slightly towards you, eyes narrowed down angrily at your shocked expression. You gasped at the sudden sharpness of his movements, heart pounding in your throat and between your sticky thighs as you met his glare.
“Misbehaving like this in the car isn’t going to get you anywhere you want to be tonight. I advise you to behave accordingly and sit properly like a good girl for the remainder of the drive.”
You couldn’t suppress the pout that pulled at your lips as he shifted your feet back over to your side of the front once the stoplight turned green again. You folded into yourself at first, seemingly defeated while your boyfriend white knuckled the steering wheel as he drove even faster than he was, set on wherever his mind was.
Then you could feel that defiant urge sparking up in your chest.
After a moment of tense silence, his cold voice ran warm down your spine once you placed your feet up on the dashboard in front of you. “Maybe if you behave tonight, i’ll give you what you want in the morning. You just can not cause such a distraction when i’m trying to drive.” He didn’t want to be so harsh with you, knowing how needy you’ve grown-, especially from the fact that both of your schedules have been too busy to take care of each other’s needs in the last week.
He’s even found himself feeling equally needy even without the drinks, craving the sweet taste of your syrupy slick straight from the source- and the feeling of your thighs squeezing the sides of his head like the softest pair of ear muffs he’s ever worn. He misses that dip in your spine when you arched your plush ass up into the air for him.
The same dip in your spine that everybody in the club was gawking at all night.
Your eyes widened over his words and your heart sank initially, in the morning!? As in, he won’t touch you until MORNING!??! Oh hell no. You made your choice then and there, if he was going to pull this card and leave you as needy as you were, then you would make it the most regretful decision of his life.
“Don’t then,” you pouted out angrily, letting your eyes fall down to where your inner thighs glistened with your never ending arousal. You felt your skin buzz with excitement hearing his confused breath, dragging your nails down to the hem of your dress before slightly pulling the fabric high enough to fully expose yourself.
“Excuse me?” His eyes were so trained on the road he was missing your little ministrations, only when he heard the distinct squelch! did his head snap over to find you knuckle deep in your own little cunt, back arching off the leather like it burned you. You were panting, pushing your smaller fingers as deep as they could go in your pulsing walls, pretty brows pinched together in concentration while you pulled your thighs back to press against your chest for a deeper reach. The lewd sounds of your arousal splashing against your fingers began flooding the car and you ground your hips down to chase the burning friction- giving your boyfriend the sluttiest view of you that he’s ever seen. You needed to cum no matter what it took, you didn’t pay any mind to the glare Zayne’s eyes were burning into you.
“Don’t look then. Since y’don’t wanna fuck me, gonna fuck m’self,” your free hand boldly reached across the front seat to push at Zayne’s burning hot cheek in an attempt to tear his eyes away from you. Your fingers thrusted harder and the most diabolical whine left your throat, harmonizing with the symphony of your juices dripping down your wrist and all over the leather seat. It was quite the thrill, you could get off just from the sight of him watching you with that furious tick in his jaw-, you’ve really done it in for yourself now. Knowing his patience was being pushed to its limits, you grinned to yourself as you pulled your fingers out to gawk at how your skin glistened with your creamy slick.
Proud of yourself, you brought your digits to your waiting tongue and lewdly sucked off your essence like honey- moaning at the sweet taste before dipping back in to drag yourself closer to the edge. Your thighs were throbbing, as was your boyfriend’s length at the sight of you. You were insatiable, on your absolute worst behavior tonight and despite how aggravated he was with your blatant defiance, he couldn’t deny the carnal need to put you back in your place brewing in his gut.
Before you knew it, the car was parked and you were ripped from the passenger seat and thrown over a shoulder with an excessive force that to anybody else would have looked like the beginning of some true crime horror story. The wind was knocked out of your lungs-, but you grinned wickedly to yourself as Zayne stormed up into his apartment, balancing you on one of his bulky shoulders. Anyone else awake at this hour would be so worried seeing this display, but worry is the last emotion to cross your mind-
You’re exactly where you want to be.
“Hah- Where do you think you’re going? Fuck, be a big girl now, you asked for this after all.”
Zayne’s hips were relentless, slamming against your ass from behind with no sign of slowing down despite the two of you having been at this for what’s felt like hours. His thick cock was taking its anger out on your poor cervix, slamming against it with every thrust and it had you biting down on the disheveled sheets below you. Your arms were bound behind your back by a piece of rope saved for special nights when you got yourself into trouble like tonight, wrists tied together tightly enough to feel the material dig into your skin with every movement~ surgeons always did tie the best knots. Your legs felt like jelly, only able to keep your ass up in the air thanks to your boyfriend’s strong grip on the plush of your round hips.
“A-Ah, please, m’sorry, fuuuuckkk~” your attempt at an apology is cut short when one of his large hands moves from your hip to push your spine into a deeper, meaner arch. You were a pathetic mess below him, drool and tears mixing together to soak the sheets even worse than they already were from your multiple orgasms prior. Your gummy walls were sucking him in deeper and deeper despite your pleas for him to slow down- you loved making him so mad he’d treat you like his personal fuck toy, you just couldn’t bring yourself to admit it.
“No you’re fucking not, haah-, you know exactly what you did. Now, stop running.”
To hear Zayne curse like this was a telltale sign he was just as delirious as you, drunk and losing himself in the sight of his fat cock dragging iiiinnnn and oouuttt of your sopping wet hole. The way your ass clapped so loudly with every thrust had your face burning, but the doctor behind you was absolutely enamored with the sight.
“Mnnh, c-can’t, I-I- ohmygooooodddd, s’too much!Zaynie pl-please!!” You wailed out when the hand that had pushed you further down trailed back to your ass, giving it yet another sharp spank that cracked loudly in the room~ you were gonna be so bruised after this. His palm came down once more for another mean spank before reaching for your wrist restraints and tugging you up until your arched spine met the hot, hard muscles of his torso.
You squealed at the new angle that allowed the crown of his cock to grind even deeper against your constricting walls, feeling his labored breath in your ear once he brought his face to the crook of your neck. You peered over at him through your blurry vision, his hair was an unkempt mess, some dark strands sticking to his forehead as his eyes stayed locked in on your fucked out expression.
The hand that had tugged you back to him wrapped around your waist to hold you steady as he continued to rut into you from behind while his free hand reached around to get between your sticky thighs and pinch at your throbbing clit. His fingers were so precise, giving your sensitive bud the friction you didn’t realize it was craving. You trembled below him, a string of sobs heaving from your chest as you turned your head away from him in an attempt to try and escape him somehow.
“You can. Give me this last one and we’ll call it a night. Show me you’re sorry and be my good girl one more time.”
His gentle voice rang gruff in your ears while his fingers kept working your clit to the pace of his thrusts. He leaned back on his heels just the slightest bit to take in the entire sight of you while he fucked you like it was the last time. Taking in the way your shoulders trembled with every sob, the way your ass jiggled and recoiled with every slam! of his hips, the strings of your sticky arousal that absolutely drenched the base of his cock and kept him connected to the back of your thighs. You were thoroughly worn out, he knew this.
Nobody knew your physical limits better than your doctor, after all. But he also knew you still had just enough juice for one last orgasm, he craved the feeling of your tight walls suffocating his length one last time. You could do it, he was sure of it.
Your heart pounded in your chest when you felt the familiar pressure in your lower abdomen flare up suddenly, tensing up before a sudden slap! on your clit paired with his swollen tip grinding against your g-spot for the umpteenth time had you fucking soaking the sheets. Your limbs gave out on impact, dropping like dead weight while squirting all over Zayne’s cock as you came hard.
Zayne, who was still locked in a trance at the sight of you completely debauched below him, felt his abs clench tight as the sweet burn of his own release was finally approaching. “Fuck, that’s r-right. That’s my girl. Take what I- hah- give you, baby.” He crammed himself to the hilt before shooting his thick, hot load deep in your womb, groaning out a string of curses while his fingers dug bruises into your damp skin.
It was euphoric- filling you up with his cum until it dribbled out around his girth, completely overfilling you. You became incoherent, whining a soft, sleepy “thank you” as your teary eyes rolled to the back of your head in a sleepy bliss. His hands quickly dropped in temperature, utilizing his evol to soothe the deep ache in your body as he smoothed over your sore muscles.
There was a deep satisfaction that stirred within him as he gently pulled out of you with a sigh, moving to untie your wrists before stepping away to grab a wash cloth to clean you up with. You rolled over onto your side, completely out of breath but too exhausted to chase it as you waited for him. He cleaned you softly, pressing sweet kisses into your skin as he resumed massaging your tender skin.
“You did so well,” his voice is soft, and warm against your skin and it had you purring like a cat as you snuggled deeper into the fresh blankets he’d brought you. “Mmh, love you, Zaynie,” you just barely make out in a whisper as he pushes himself up to grab you fresh pajamas from his closet.
He let his eyes drift over to your already snoring figure, asleep and stretched across his bed, a small smile forcing its way to tug at his lips. This was a sight that would always feel like the first time all over again, making his heart jump into his throat from how beautiful you were to him.
He knew all along this was where the night would end up, the way you’d grown so bratty tonight was a lesson learned for him as well as it was for you.
A lesson for him that he should definitely start saying no to these late night overtime shifts to preserve and nurture his relationship with you and prevent this much frustration boiling over like this again~
And a lesson for you that you should have girl’s night out more often~
Sylus - Playtime!
It was one of those nights where the aether core in Sylus’s eye was causing quite the trouble to his otherwise peaceful evening. He was at his desk, hunched over a stack of paperwork with his face in his hands, trying to fit off the burning desire that relentlessly grew in his chest. He was hungry, starving even.
And you were nowhere to be found in the base.
He knew you’d had plans, your little coworkers planned some sort of bar crawl as a way to bond and you were excited. He found it to be a waste of time, but refused to overstep- knowing you’d eventually grow bored and come crawling back as you often did whenever you tried to go out of your comfort zone with nights out like this. The fiend always found these little escapades especially irritating on the nights where his soul longed for yours.
His eye throbbed with frustration and he sighed deeply to himself, leaning back in his chair to stare out at the empty space of his office. He contemplated for a moment, would it be so bad to have you come over in the middle of your little “girl’s night”?
Before he finished his own thought his phone pinged with a very specific notification. Then again. And again.
Kitten: miss u
Kitten: cmere
Kitten: *image attachment*
Sylus opened up his phone to find a selfie of you in what looked to be a more underground bar. The lighting was low, his eyes trailed over the way the shadows stretched across your skin, emphasizing the deep flush across your complexion. He grinned to himself, you were definitely drunk right now. You gave the camera a kissy face and he could make out you were wearing his favorite shade of lip gloss, red. With your eyes half lidded, you had the camera tilted just enough for him to gawk at the swell of your chest, cleavage practically spilling out of your black corset top.
Despite how happy he was to have a current photo of you enjoying yourself, and knowing you missed him as well- his eye began to throb with more fervor. His craving for you burned hot enough to set his entire estate ablaze, maybe it would be safer for him to not see you tonight like this. Maybe he should just sleep his desires off, he can’t trust himself to not push you too far if he were to get his hands on you, especially if you’re already drunk.
He pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, massaging the skin there while weighing all of his options before typing with his free hand.
Your phone buzzed in your lap as you sat in the smaller booth with your coworkers, listening to them ramble on about their recent dating adventures. These girls were super cool, but something about tonight kept your mind drifting back to those deep red irises that you were sure were waiting for you back at Onychinus. You sent your boyfriend a cute selfie, hoping it would get him to take little break from working and come scoop you up.
Looking down at your phone you see his name pop up and slightly frown at the messages you read.
Sy: my beautiful kitten, you look stunning tonight
Sy: what a shame it is for me to be so far away. I don’t know that it would be a good idea for me to come get you. i’m having a slight inconvenience getting in the way of my evening. do you need a ride home? I can send the boys to come get you
Slight inconvenience?
Your sense of judgement is obviously not in its prime at the moment, but somewhere in your gut you have a feeling he isn’t being exactly truthful. You ponder his response for a bit, meanwhile he’s back in his office staring down at his phone with a sense of guilt tugging at him. He should just be honest with you, to give you an actual choice instead of assuming he’ll be too much for you. But he knows himself, he knows how carried away he gets with you- and with you also being drunk adds in an entirely different layer.
Of course the two of you have had plenty of drunk sex. The two of you go through about 3 bottles of wine alone over most dinners you both share, but he knows how you get as well. You’re a force to be reckoned with when you get drunk, and you forget your own limits. He can’t risk hurting you tonight, he nods his head to himself as if he’s made up his mind- he can’t see you. That’s it. He rubs his large palms over his face in exhaustion before dragging his eyes back to the paperwork in front of him.
Then his phone pings again, as if on queue.
He opens his phone, eyes immediately widening at the messages on his screen.
Kitten: 2 bad. i’m inconvenienced too
Kitten: *image attachment*
Kitten: gonna have to take care of this all by myself :(
Sylus was absolutely shocked, staring at a photo you scandalously took in the bathroom of your pretty pussy from under your leather skirt. Of course you weren’t wearing any panties- your puffy folds glistened with your sweet arousal while two of your smaller fingers spread them open enough to show off your weeping hole. God, your nails were red too- he groaned at the sight of his favorite color adorning your pretty, long nails, his cock throbbing harder than his aether core as he inspected your little photo. You’re so wet- are you able to feel his desire from where you’re at? Do you know how bad he’s suffering? Did you send that to taunt him? Did you want him to suffer even worse?
Without another moment, his fingers were swiping away from the photo and Luke and Kieran were sent an urgent demand to deliver you to the base immediately.
This won’t do, you won’t be getting away with torturing him like this while you enjoy your little night out.
Your phone buzzed as you stepped, more like stumbled, out of the bathroom. The air around you reeked of cheap liquor and only added to the thrill you felt of sending such a bold picture to try and get your boyfriend’s attention. No slight inconvenience will keep him away from your pretty pussy, right? You proudly shuffled towards the booth where all of your coworkers were sat, giggling to each other over some hookup story when you finally looked down at your phone.
Sy: 10 minutes. Be outside.
You couldn’t grin harder if you tried. So beyond proud of yourself for getting the big bad leader of Onychinus to fold so quickly for you. You began to bid farewells and had one last group shot, before stumbling your way out of the little hole in the wall bar you’d spent the last hour in. Your hips swayed a little heavier once the outside air brushed against your skin, your bright and prideful ego immediately deflated once your eyes landed on the twins that stuck their heads out of the familiar black sports car.
What are they doing here? Why isn’t Sylus here to pick you up?
What was once pride sharply turned into fear when Luke helped you get into the backseat and you noticed slight unease across his softer features. Nobody said anything for the first few minutes, it gave the alcohol in your system enough time to amplify your nerves enough to finally make you ask the obvious.
“Ummm, where’s Sy?”
Neither of them looked back at you as Kieran drove, Luke awkwardly scratched at his neck with a nervous chuckle. “So, let’s just say that boss man sent us instead because he isn’t too well tonight.”
Your eyes narrowed, leaning forward in the back seat to grip on the oh-shit handle as you pressed further. “Isn’t well how?” You were on the edge of your seat, literally, as Luke continued scratching at his skin.
“He says his eye has been bugging him all day, he’s kinda been in the worst mood ever because of it.” He muttered, Kieran nodding in agreement from the driver’s seat.
You leaned back in your seat, heart starting to pound between your thighs. His eye- the aether core specifically, you know it only bugs him for one thing. Your brain tracks back to how every time his aether core has acted up you’ve ended up being the one in recovery for at least 2-3 business days. Your brain also tracks back to what you’d last sent him, not knowing what he was dealing with and once your brain puts the equation together of what you were on your way to-
A tiny grin tugged once more at the corners of your lips.
You were so fucked.
Arriving at Onychinus, your black heels clicked semi loudly against the marbled floors as you stumbled through the empty halls towards Sylus’s office. Your stomach was buzzing with nerves, an excitement bubbled in your chest but you wouldn’t let it show as you finally reached the large door to his office. Maybe you could play it cool? Act like you totally didn’t send him a pussy pic to tease him before he sent the boys to come get you. Maybe he won’t be so mad if you make the first move and offer to suck his cock as an apology.
Reality was hitting you that this was quite literally like a deadly dragon’s lair that you were about to let yourself enter, but the liquor in your system saw it more as a game instead of a death sentence for between your thighs.
You pushed the heavy wood open to reveal the man you’d been waiting to see all night, already staring at you with a hunger you immediately clocked. You start with your plan and play it cool, leaning against the doorway in a way that amplified the curves to your silhouette and you noticed the way his jaw ticks at the sight. He took you in like he was examining his last meal- analyzing every little detail of your appearance. The tension is overwhelming to a point, waiting for him to greet you had you almost overthinking the thick stretch of silence. Is he mad? He hasn’t jumped your bones yet- so maybe his aether core isn’t as bad as the boys warned you about.
“Come here.” His deep voice was colder than normal, sharp in its command and you hesitated for a second, nervously reaching for the door knob to enclose yourself in the dragon’s lair before nervously shuffling towards Sylus as he remained seated in the large leather chair behind his desk. You made your way to the opposite side of the desk, his gaze growing in weight that hung heavy on your shoulders and you froze when his eyes narrowed at you. For as sweet and warm as he usually is with you, this side of him comes off as terrifying when you can’t tell what his exact intentions are.
“Not there. Here.” His hand gestures to the open space between his lap and the desk. You swallow your nerves, reminding yourself to think of it as a game, before following his orders and coming around to stand directly in front of him. Your eyes fell to gawk at the giant tent straining against his black slacks, his body was emitting enough heat to burn you alive and you’d gladly let it the longer you took in his own appearance from up close. His hands were firmly gripping the arms of his chair, thick thighs spread wide to emphasize the way his cock was suffocating against the confines of his pants. His eyes were half lidded with his pupils blown out, the right one glowing brightly as it drank you in.
His dress shirt was slightly disheveled, the top buttons undone and his silver hair was a total mess, you could tell he’s been pulling at it or running his hands through it non stop tonight. That fact alone made you smirk, feeling a sense of cockiness knowing he was only this down bad for you and you were proud about it.
“Proud, huh? That’s what you feel about the way you taunted me tonight?” His voice was heavy, rough around the edges and your eyes widened- did you say that out loud? Or did his eye just read you like a fucking book?
“Go on, answer for yourself. Tell me how proud you are of your little picture.” His large hands burned your skin through the leather of your skirt as he manhandled you to sit up on the dark wood in front of him. Your thighs squeezed together shyly as you stared at his angered expression. He’s losing patience fast, but somehow you’re finding it exciting deep down.
“I-I uh, I didn’t know, Sy. M’sorry baby,” your bottom lip jutted out in a pout and you didn’t miss the way his eye glowed brighter when his gaze flicked down to your lips for a moment. He cocked a sharp brow, bringing his hands to grip your soft thighs and pull your ass right to the edge of the desk. Your pulse pounded hard, his thick fingers slipped between your knees before using his strength to force your legs allllll the way open. You gasped at the cold air of his office hitting your exposed heat, feeling like prey to the predator that sat right in front of you.
His eyes dared to roll back at the sight of you alone, and before you could even try to close your legs-, two of his thick fingertips traced your dripping slit from your entrance up to your clit, circling the cute nub as it twitched below his fingers. Your face burned as he brought his fingers to his lips and you watched him lick and savor your taste off of his digits. You were in a trance from the sight, feeling your cunt gush with an arousal that matched the heavy tension that still lingered in the room.
“You didn’t know? Funny, this sweet pussy of yours is telling me she knew all along how cruel it was to send me such a picture even after I said it wasn’t a good idea for me to see you.” His hands were pushing your skirt all the way up to bunch around your waist before pressing his face between your thighs to run his hot tongue up your folds without warning. You cried out, back arching into his face and brought both of your hands to grip at his silver locks as a means to ground yourself. He grunted out, “we’ll have to work on getting your mouth to be as honest as your body.”
It wasn’t long at all before you felt a sharp, heavy grip on your wrists that forced them behind your back as his lips closed around your now swollen clit and sucked!
His hands remained on your inner thighs while your own strained against the force of his evol restraining your wrists to keep them from interfering. He groaned at the raw taste of you, shoving his tongue even deeper inside of you through your cries. Your eyes rolled back, hips twitching to chase his tongue as it fucked into you at a brutal pace. You were delusional from the pleasure alone, looking down to see him completely lost in you, devouring you whole. Your feet rested on each of his knees and you whined out before trailing your heel clad foot up his thigh to nudge the heavy bulge in his pants.
The groan that echoed through his office was the only warning you got before your back hit the hard wood, and your knees were pressed against your chest hard enough to knock the wind out of you. His evol stretched around your thighs to lock you in place, despite how hard you struggled to free your legs once more. The fiend below you was now hovering over your fully exposed cunt, spitting angrily against your clit just to watch it slide all the way down to your quivering hole before shoving his tongue back inside your gummy walls. You were ascending, toes curling against your shoes as the pit in your stomach swelled with a burning hot need for him to fill you all the way up.
“You ran around with your little friends wearing this without anything underneath it- did you know tonight would end this way? Did you know all along i’d devour you like the little treat you are? I hope you’re ready for a long night, kitten,” two of his fingers slid all the way inside of you and curled, the squelch rang loudly in your burning hot ears and you cried out at the stretch. Shaking your head, tears stung at your lashes as you tried to look past the red mist that bound your legs to your chest at him. You couldn’t see the way he was drooling at the sight of your slutty hole sucking his fingers in, curling his fingers again to strum against your g-spot.
“N-No! Thought you’d- AH!”
“Lying doesn’t suit you,” he’s adding a third finger now, the stretch intensifying as he began rocking the digits in and out of your gushing hole. He brought his thumb back to press down against your pulsing clit, listening to your cries of protest with a cruel smile.
You were so close already, thighs tensing against his evol you could taste your own release with the way his fingers worked you straight to it. “Sy-hah-Sylus, I-fuuuuuck, ‘m sorryyy~ m’gonna cum please,” you began to plead with the man, not even sure what for, as you began to tremble against the solid wood of his desk. Your jaw was slack, gasping for air to fill your burning lungs as you craned your neck to watch him bring his tongue back to sloppily lap at your clit.
It was when you felt his fingers twirl inside your throbbing walls and you felt his pinky just barely press against the rim of your empty hole, the semi-foreign feeling shot you straight past the finish line as you writhed against the desk in ecstasy with what sounded more like a howl than a scream. He pressed his pinky in past the first knuckle, stretching you with slight caution. It’s been awhile since he’s played with you there- and he lets out a satisfied hum with how much harder you cum because of it.
Your veins flooded with white hot pleasure, blood pounding loud enough in your ears to completely miss the sound of a drawer opening. That white hot pleasure quickly became sharp overstimulation once Sylus placed the red rose toy against your still swollen clit and turned it on.
You choked on something between a scream and a gasp-, slamming your head back against the desk with a relatively loud thud while your hips thrusted up and sideways to attempt an escape from the vibrations. As much as this man loved to watch you struggle, his desire to make you submit completely overpowers anything else in his mind as he decides to stand from his chair and tower over you. His fingers stayed inside your sobbing cunt and your tight ass and continue working your holes open, as his other hand pressed the rose firmer against your clit. Everything burns as you’re reminded of how much bigger he is than you, trembling under the pressure of his stare along with everything else you’re feeling.
You barely notice the quick look of admiration in his scarlet irises before they darken with a burning hot desire that matched the deep heat in the base of your spine. His chest was heaving from how hard he was holding himself back, refusing to take you exactly how you both wanted before dragging you to your absolute limit. He needed you to feel as desperate as him, to feel the carnal need for his soul like he felt for yours. He needed you delirious, strung out as far as you could take it.
Deciding it was time to crank the heat back up, his thumb nudged the vibration setting on the rose up before using his evol to hold it firmly against your sensitive nub. The hand that had been holding it reached to clasp your throat, cutting off your airflow while he pressed his pinky finger allll the way inside your ass. You screamed at the feeling, thrashing against him once more in hopes that it would get him to slow down- but you knew deep down it was pointless. Without your safe word, you knew he wouldn’t stop- especially with the way his eye was practically illuminating the room with its neon glow.
“C’mon, kitty. Don’t run from it now, you wanted it to be like this,” he purred against the skin on back of your thigh as he leans down before placing a hot kiss to your sensitive skin. His one hand was still gripping your throat and intermittently applying and taking away pressure for you to get just enough oxygen while his kisses turned into bites on the plush skin of your thighs. You sobbed out, still squirming and babbling when he pulled his ring finger from your pussy to join his pinky in stretching your smaller hole out even more.
“You’re really good at running away, sweetie, but it isn’t going to benefit you if you keep trying.” His tongue ran hot against your skin, soothing a deeper bite he’d just left on your inner thigh that was clenching unbearably hard.
Your back arches against his desk as you hiss from the pressure pooling in your abdomen. He was so good with his fingers, knowing exactly how to make overstimulation feel so fucking good- knowing exactly how to make your holes squeeze and suffocate his digits.
This was everything he’d been needing, craving the sight of you completely at his will. He needed to have you writhing from the pleasure he’s forcing on you, corrupting his sweet kitten like this was always what his aether core craved on nights like this.
“Open, sweetie.” Sylus is now face to face with you, leaning over your trembling figure as the hand on your throat let go to trail up your jaw. You were everywhere all at once, so strung out already from the pleasure but you tried your best to focus on him, letting your jaw open and sticking your tongue out obediently.
If the brooding wasn’t already in heaven, this sight of you below him like this absolutely sent him to the pearly gates. He hums in satisfaction before leaning his face down, letting a wad of his spit drop down onto your waiting tongue which you immediately swallowed. Your blurry vision catches the way his grin stretches before he’s slamming his lips against yours.
His fingers curled deeper in each of your holes, rocking his wrist in a way that had you seeing stars. His tongue dragged against yours as you kissed, groaning into you as he’s sharing the sweet taste of your slick. You kiss him back with every ounce of energy that you can muster, feeling your core tighten and burn with another orgasm approaching.
You hear the wet pop! before registering his lips have left yours before you watch him disappear between your legs again. You scream when he replaces the two fingers in your smaller hole with his fat tongue, the groan he lets out vibrates against you in tandem with the rose.
One thing about Sylus, aside from the fact that he is and always has been the messiest eater, is the fact that he is a certified ass man. It was a bit more rare for him to get this down and dirty with you, but the way your little cunt was absolutely drooling the second he started giving your neglected hole a little attention gave him the green light to get on his knees and give into his own desires selfishly.
You cum even harder this time when he fucks your ass with his tongue, still working your cunt with his two fingers and the rose that buzzed torturously against your swollen clit. The satisfied man opens his eyes just in time to catch you squirt right on his face. He’s in complete awe at the sight alone, already ready to force you into a stronger wave of overstimulation when his free hand reaches for the settings button on the poor rose toy.
Yeah, you’re finally starting to regret sending that pussy pic right about now…
The deafening sounds of Sylus’s strong hips slamming into yours were enough to echo throughout the entire base- such obscene squelches rang in your borderline deaf ears as Sylus pounded you from above. You’re practically upside down, upper back against the floor with your ass held up with slight help from his evol as your ankles were pushed past your ears~ your toes were definitely touching the floor and you had no idea you could ever be this flexible, but didn’t have the brain power to even process the fact that you were.
Your back was on fire from rug burn as Sylus pounded into you, each thrust shoving you deeper into the floor as his hands pressed firm bruises into the backs of your thighs to keep them in place. A cute little plug stuffed in your smaller hole adorning a bright red ruby that his heavy balls smacked with every plap! that echoed through his office. You’ve cum so many times you’ve completely lost count- the fiend above you would be lying if he said he hadn’t lost count either.
Your muscles burned, they ached with a deep exhaustion from how many positions your boyfriend has fucked you in, from how many orgasms he’s ripped from you when you thought you didn’t have anything left in you.
Like now, you surely were going to give out at any second, your body endured the force of his hips as he crammed his fat cock as deep as it could go, angrily kissing your cervix as he panted above you.
“You’re going to be the-hah, the death of me, sweetie.” His voice strained with his thrusts, moving one of the hands on your thighs up to brush against your abused clit. You felt so numb, but the way his fingers traced circles against you had you jolting from the stimulation.
“Syyyy- st-stop, g’na-mmph, can’t! I can’t!”
Your voice gargled out a plea, but it went in one of his ears and out the other as he stared down at the creamy mixture of your cum and his seeping out and dripping onto the floor below where you were connected. “You can. And you will.” His voice boomed, landing a sharp smack! on your clit to emphasize the control he had over your body. Your eyes rolled back, sobbing out incoherent pleas as you sunk your nails into the remaining evol that stayed wrapped around your wrists above your head.
He brought his hand down to your face, tracing the skin of your jaw that was damp with sweat before pressing two of his slick covered digits to your swollen lips. You didn’t have the energy to deny him entrance into your mouth, tasting the both of you when your tongue lazily swirled against the pads of his fingers. He groaned like a pornstar at the sight, grinding his hips deep enough to make you feel the tip of his cock kissing your heart through your ribcage.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The overwhelming fullness had your teeth biting down weakly on his fingers, making him stutter and grip your jaw tighter. “Fuck, bite me harder.” He demanded, voice choppy in your ears and more tears burned down the sides of your face as he pleaded for you. His knees were equally burning from the carpet below, but he couldn’t care less as he pressed his fingers down against your hot tongue. His heart was racing from how close he was to his final orgasm, he knew this would be enough to satiate the aether core as well as his own pent up desires. You were so perfect like this, radiant underneath him as you were completely fucked out and his. If you were maybe a little more coherent, he’d ask you to marry him right here and now. Hell, little did you know he technically did already have a ring ready for you hiding in the bottom drawer of his desk.
You obliged his request, and the second he felt your teeth bite down on his flesh again his own eyes finally rolled to the back of his skull as he fully let go and gave in to his desires for the last time tonight. The air was knocked out of your lungs as he fucked you hard enough to make you see white- the pearly gates themselves began to fizzle into reality in front of you as your cunt strangled his girth one last time while he filled your walls once more with his burning hot seed.
You cried out together before your body went completely limp, you would’ve dropped like a fly had it not been for his careful hands maneuvering you to lay gently on your side as he reluctantly pulled out of you. He watched the way your combined juices slipped out of your hole, and scoffed softly before bringing his fingers down to press them back inside. “Can’t waste a drop, kitten.” His voice purred, but it sounded distant as you slipped in and out of consciousness.
This was prime time to assess the damages as he came down from his own high, letting his gaze trail over your entire body to check for bruising, burns from the carpet below you, and handprints from spanking you relentlessly countless rounds ago.
He sighs to himself, knowing you’re okay but still acknowledging he may have gone a bit overboard- exactly what he predicted.
The two of you stayed as you were on his office floor for a good long while, you had fallen fast asleep to the feeling of his fingertips softly running up and down your side to ground you after such an intense session. A pit in his chest burned at the sight of you sleeping so cozily, how was he supposed to clean you up without waking you? No bother- if you wake he’ll just lull you back to sleep.
Scooping you up in his burly arms, he draped a blanket over your sleeping frame with a small smile. A hot bath sounds nice, he can hold you close and clean the both of you up all at once. He smiles proudly to himself as he takes in the sight of his demolished office space, it reeked with the smell of sex and your vanilla perfume, making him huff a quiet laugh before stepping out and down the hall to run into two seemingly agitated red headed boys.
“Jesus christ. Did you kill her?” Luke gawked at his father figure while Kieran pinched the bridge of his nose angrily. “Thought we were gonna need a body bag, boss-man. Next time boss lady goes out for girl’s night and your aether core starts to act up at LEAST send us out somewhere for the night instead of subjecting us to THAT.”
The silver headed man was typically a proud man. A man that always found embarrassment to be pointless when it came to the noise levels of your “sessions”. But the way his two henchmen were chastising him mixed with the post nut clarity of how hard he really went on you managed to make the tips of his ears burn with a nervousness he’d never felt before. Of course, it was more-so a nervousness for you to wake up and realize the twins had heard you, but still-
“I did not kill her,” he began with his defense, holding the blanket tighter around your naked form as he looked down at the irritated boys before walking past them, calling out, “And to be fair, I don’t think our boss lady will be attending another girl’s night out for a long time.”
And with that, he slammed the door to his bedroom shut- leaving the boys to dwell in their mortification as he began running his sweetest girl a relaxing hot bath to clean you up in.
Caleb - XOXO!
It was a normal weekend back home from university, you’d found out about a group of friends from school were getting together to celebrate finals being right around the corner, and you’re beyond overdue for a break from all the stress of homework and studying. Too bad coming home from Uni always came with a daunting tax, that tax coming in the form of the terribly hot boy you’d grown up next to. Caleb was fucking gorgeous. Tall, built like an absolute unit with brunette hair that shined in the light just like his violet eyes that always seemed to glimmer when he looked your way.
He always seemed to find a way to visit home the same times that you did, and you almost wondered if he was tracking you with how spot on his timing seemed to be.
This visit though, you’d pull one over on him.
If he knew you were going to a girl’s night out, he’d surely pull some overprotective shit to try and keep you from going. Whenever he played the “big brother” role that the universe should have never cursed you with, you grew sick to your stomach. Something in your heart never went back to normal the older you got, only growing more sore as the pulse between your thighs when you saw your Gege grew stronger.
You hid it well though, keeping enough distance from him to prevent any form of suspicion that you’d felt anything inappropriate towards the one person you weren’t supposed to. He was your best friend at the end of the day, that alone should make it easy to drown out any and all attraction towards him.
But fuck, the sound of his voice alone was enough to have you squeeze your aching thighs together.
You shake your head to yourself, doing a once over in the mirror before shooting your friends a text that you were ready to be picked up. Caleb had just left for the gym, and you hadn’t said a word to him about your plans tonight. It wasn’t any of his business anyways, so what did it matter? Still, you nervously adjusted the hem of your strapless lavender mini dress. You never dressed so boldly, but you felt good about the way your curves filled out the soft fabric of this dress, especially where the fabric clung to your ass in a way that emphasized every movement.
Tonight was casual yes, but, you’ve been feeling a bit strung out since you’d last ended things with your ex situation-ship, and you were quite open to meeting someone new- even if it was just for a night.
You stepped into your black kitten heels and threw on your favorite perfume- a warm amber fragrance Caleb had actually gifted you for your birthday last year- before heading downstairs and out the front door to meet your friends that were waiting in the loud ass jeep outside. They all squealed together at your appearance and you squealed with excitement in response, the typical greeting you often gave each other especially when everybody looked so good like tonight.
Thank the lord Caleb isn’t here to chastise you or force you to change.
You’ve been gone for at least two hours by the time Caleb comes home from the gym and a short drive to clear his head. He needed to blow some steam off when he’d “accidentally” caught a glimpse of you in the shower through the crack in the bathroom door. The sight of your silhouette through the steam was enough to have his cock achingly hard, and even though he couldn’t make many of your features out too well, the sounds of you lathering your body in that sweet, apple scented body wash was enough to have him palming his length over his sweatpants.
Fuck, it was so wrong of him to be so turned on by you- he couldn’t help but wonder what you’d do if you’d caught him. If you had caught him any of the countless times he’d jerked his stiff cock to minor glances of you prior to this afternoon.
Would you have screamed and freaked out on him? Or would you have invited him in for a closer look?
He shakes the earlier memory away as he jogs up the staircase of his “grandma’s” house, at least that’s what the woman that took both of you in as kids wanted to be called-, and he found himself frowning when he notices the silence that echoed in the house. Were you sleeping? He knocked softly on your shut door, “Pips? You in there?” He gave it a moment before deciding to crack your door open.
His chest tightened not just by the fact that you were MIA, but the fact that you were MIA and he could faintly sniff out your favorite perfume. The same one he bought for you because he’d never smelled something so pretty in his life, perfect for the prettiest girl he’d ever seen in his life. His eyes narrowed at the context of this smell though, you’d been suspiciously quiet today, and now that you’re gone his mind can’t help but race.
Are you out on a fucking date right now?
Who would you even be out on a date with? Your Caleb had a knack for technology, to a point where he knew all of your passwords and knew you’d recently blown things off with the guy you’d been seeing over the last semester. Caleb couldn’t help but sigh with relief when he’d snooped through your breakup messages, but quickly felt a foreign surge of anger when he read a little deeper to discover how truly unsatisfied you were in your sex life.
The messages you’d sent dogging on his head game after he’d passively dissed your hyper sex drive was enough fuel for his imagination to last a good month or two. His mind immediately wandered to how horny you typically were, and if his own never ending sex drive would be enough to match you. He’d wondered how soft you’d feel against his tongue, if you’d sit on his face to let him chow down on your sweet pussy or if you’d arch that perky ass of yours up to let him eat you from behind.
Who on Earth would you be going on a date with if you haven’t even been texting anyone new!?
From the club you’re at, you feel your phone buzz as you down your third green tea shot of the night. You look down and feel your chest flutter initially as Caleb’s contact showed up in a text notification.
Big Apple: piiips whered u go? thought i could cook one of ur favs 2nite ;(
You don’t fight the blush that spreads across your face and decide to type something back.
Pip Pip! Hooray!: i just went out for a little girls night out with a couple friends! should be back home tn but if something changes i’ll lyk! :P
Caleb can’t shake the knot growing in his stomach as he reads the message plastered on his screen.
Girls night out? With who!? Why the fuck didn’t you say anything to him before?
The man begins to spiral, spitefully opening the drawer in front of him to fish out a pink lacy thong to hold close to his face like a safety blanket. He inhales the fabric, the faintest smell of you mixed with your favorite fabric softener would typically calm his nerves when he’d get worked up about you, but in this case- it only spurred him on in his growing spiral.
He has to be rational- he can’t scare you off but his thumbs start typing again before he can stop himself.
Your phone buzzed once again as you danced with your friends, you spun your way out of the dance circle back to your little section just to check the notification.
Big Apple: girl’s night? why didn’t u tell me before xD i can drive you home tonight, don’t worry about it :)
Your brow furrows down at the screen, how the hell are you gonna tell him that you’re actually looking to hook up with someone tonight and will not be in need of his services?
Well, fuck, you’re so in need of his services- but, you clearly can’t say that either.
You send one last message before finally putting your phone down to re join your friends, your favorite Megan song started booming in the speakers.
Pip Pip! Hooray!: how about we play it by ear gege. i’ll let you know <3
He takes another long whiff of your panties as he reads your message for a second time. You have no idea what calling him that does to him. Having no blood relation, but still referring to him as your big brother, it makes something extremely dark brew in his gut- something dangerous.
He paces your room for a moment, pocketing the lace before stepping out to go in his old bedroom right next to yours. He digs around his nightstand for his backup phone, turning it on and opening instagram to access your account instead of his. He went through your DM’s, scrolling through your conversations to see what kind of trouble you were getting yourself into. He found nothing at first- no new messages, comments, or likes even. No tags as to where you’re at, which makes him huff out in frustration before pulling up your location on his secret tracking app.
You’re downtown, at one of the rowdiest clubs Caleb’s ever been to. He feels his pulse intensify as his phone finally pings with a new notification from your instagram- a story mention.
Bingo.
He expected a group selfie or picture, you somewhere squeezed in with a bunch of other people also tagged. Something of substance to hold him over until he decided to swing by the club himself to pick you up regardless of “playing it by ear.”
He couldn’t have been more wrong.
You were in your zone, dancing with your best friend when another Megan track started blaring in the speakers. The beat was fluid, possessing you to move your body as provocative as possible. You would’ve made your queen proud with the way you swooped down to the floor, balancing on your ankles as you put your knees to work and bounces your ass in a whole ass circle along the beat. Arms in the air, you threw your head back as you hollered the lyrics out and threw your ass back like your life depended on it.
Before you knew it, one of your friends had the flash on you, capturing the way the fat of your ass recoiled with every movement before your best friend crouched down and smacked your ass over your dress that was just barely covering your cheeks as you danced. You glanced back at the camera with your tongue playfully poking out, not shying away as you switched your rhythm up- shooting back up to throw it back some more against your best friend’s torso.
The video only lasted about 13 seconds, your friend proudly announced how hot you looked, how she wouldn’t be able to recite what the color of ANYTHING was before tagging you and posting it to her story. You grinned as you continued dancing, hopeful that maybe your semi pro dancing skills would elicit enough of a reaction to get you fucked tonight.
Elicit a reaction you did.
Fucked you were.
Caleb was rendered speechless as he watched the video on repeat from your account, blood pounding in his ears loud enough to drown the video’s audio out. The logical thing he could get himself to do at first was obviously screen record the video- there was no universe that he’d be able to see content like this of you again unless by miracle you felt the same way about him that he felt about you. Not likely.
A rage burned in his chest as he watched the way you moved, seeing your dress just barely covering your plump ass he almost could peek at what panties you’re wearing in the video when you go to stand. Growing angrier with the fact that if he could make that much out from just a video- he can’t let himself imagine the view that whatever guys are at the club are currently getting of your slutty little dancing.
He was moving like your actual life was on the line, gripping his keys before racing to his truck and speeding towards downtown.
You were dancing your little heart away in the meantime. You determine that shaking ass with your friends should be a weekly requirement- this was the most fun you’ve ever had. Your little video was stacking up views, and your phone was flooding with men showering you in compliments. Some cheesier than others, you’ll admit, but you couldn’t find it in you to care as long as it ended with you getting your pussy devoured like it was somebody’s last meal.
You’d sent a couple flirtatious replies back, one of which was to an old fling from your freshman year. You’d sucked him off once during seven minutes in heaven and the timer ended before he could ever repay the favor, but seemed more than willing. He was actually in town this weekend with some of his own friends, and was on his way to meet up for a drink.
He showed up quicker than you expected, flirtatious as ever as he offers to get you a drink. By the time you make it to the bar and your potential hookup orders your drink, you feel a sudden energy change in the club. Something’s off but you can’t quite place it, shrugging it off you notice your drink is in the guy’s hands, and he’s smirking down at you before a heavy hand is on the small of your back. Your eyes widen, goosebumps prickling your skin from the contact as you look next to you to see none other than Caleb, burning absolute holes into this guy you’re talking to.
What the fuck!?
“That drink isn’t for my Pipsqueak, is it?” His voice was curious, you were too dumbfounded to react beyond your jaw dropping to the floor from the way his hand wrapped around your hip and gripped, pulling you snug into his side. He was warm, and he smelled so comforting, but you felt super nervous about the way he was holding you and how hard you were probably blushing because of it.
“Your what? Sorry man, just buying my old friend a drink so she and I could catch up. Though, you didn’t tell me you had a man.” His tone grew sharp as his eyes shifted from Caleb to now you. He thinks you and Caleb are together!? Although the assumption does something to your stomach you begin shaking your head frantically to try and mend the situation and scold Caleb for being overbearing as usual, but then Caleb opens his mouth again and you’re completely dumbfounded.
“Buying her a drink? Cute. You always roofie drinks you buy for pretty girls? Or just her?”
WHAT. THE. FUCK!?
The guy in front of you pales as though he’s seen a ghost, eyes shooting between my shocked gaze and Caleb’s murderous gaze as he gripped the glass tighter. “I-What!? What are you talking about, man!?” He panicked, but your eyes tracked the drink in his hand. Right on par, you noticed a bit more carbonation than what’s typical for a regular rum and coke- as if something was dissolving in the drink.
No fucking way Caleb just clocked that.
And the way he called you pretty? That wasn’t like how he normally complimented you.
“If I were you, i’d dump that drink and get the fuck out of here. Before I change my mind on being nice.” Caleb sounded angrier than you’d ever heard him, and your stomach pooled with the all too familiar heat you’d always carried for him. Sighing with frustration to yourself, you watched the guy you were previously planning to hook up with scurry off like a scared little mouse.
Well, though you’re eternally grateful for Caleb saving your night, you can’t drown out the disappointment of another potential hookup flushing down the drain.
“As for you,” there goes his voice again, but this time it was right in your ear- quiet yet still much louder than any of the music playing in the club. You shivered, unable to help it from the proximity and the way his violet eyes bored into yours. He was pissed, that much was obvious, you blinked up at him and he almost folded right then and there as he looked down at your flushed expression, his anger completely diffusing.
You really are the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.
“Pipsqueak, I-I’m sorry for just barging in on your night, I was just-” it was then that he realized just how close he was holding you. His fingers were splayed across your plush hip, face only mere inches from yours. He was close enough to notice the way your breath hitched as you came to the same realization, the way your pretty lashes fluttered as you tried to process the proximity, the way your gaze flickered for a split second- but that split second felt like forever when you glanced down at his lips.
Wait a second- is he imagining this!? Did you just check him out?
He’d felt bad about barging in without the invitation- but the second he’d notice that shit bag you were with’s wrist flick ever so slightly over your drink while you were staring off in thought made him see red. This is exactly why he doesn’t like you going out without him, what would you have done without him? You always need your Caleb, and he’s more than willing to prove that to you in every way.
He grew lost in your eyes for a moment, the anger- guilt- everything he’d opened his mouth to attempt an apology over and explain himself about, died in his throat as he watched you purse your glossy lips. He found himself wondering if your lipgloss was apple flavored like your body wash. You leaned into his hold with a huff of your breath, breaking eye contact with a saddened expression as you’d mentally accepted your sexless fate- quickly covering with a small smile.
“Thanks, Caleb. Didn’t have to come check on me but man, i’m sure glad y’did.” Your grin feels forced, and your breath catches in your throat when Caleb’s free hand holds your chin and pulls you back to look at him. Your heart is absolutely pounding at the forced contact, you almost whine from his soft touch as he holds you close- “talk to me, pip. What’s happening in your brain?”
You don’t get the chance to answer as a loud squeal echoes in your peripheral. You both snap your faces to find your friend group rushing you with eager expressions. “Excuse me!? Who’s this tall glass of handsome!?” One of your friend inquires, the way she sized Caleb up makes a pang of jealousy strike down your spine.
“Wait a second! This is the guy from your pictures in your dorm!! Wait, oh my god- the photos don’t do this hunk ANY justice! Why the fuck do you never talk about him!? I’ve been wanting to ask who he is to you buuuut, think it’s obvious,” another girl rambled and the group started nodding in agreement, egging each other on to keep commenting on the way you both looked so good together.
Your stomach dropped- fear engulfing you as you nervously looked between Caleb and the girls. You never talked about him for a reason- but kept all of your photos of the two of you in your dorm to look at when you felt down. Not only did you not care to explain your weird relationship, the assumed “makeshift family” vibe always irked you to talk about. But to give any of your friends an inch to gawk at him or even an idea that they’d ever have a shot, had you absolutely fucked up.
Caleb was beside himself internally. Here you are, looking like you got caught with your hand up your dress, cute face beet red and at a loss for words right after your friends basically outed you for hiding your relationship from them. Curiosity piqued his interest, you never told them about him, and they’re openly assuming you’re together- granted, it sure may have looked like it with the way he was just holding you. He couldn’t have cared less about the assumption, honestly preferring it without admitting that fact.
But you- why would you not clarify? Did you want the impression to be that you’re together? He noticed the way you tensed as they complimented him, growing delighted at this new revelation.
Are you jealous?
Do you really feel the same way?
Only one way to find out.
You feel his heavy arm drop around your shoulders, anchoring you back into his toned torso as he leaned his face up even closer to yours, breath fanning your jaw. “C’mon, Pip. Go ahead and tell them what I am to you. Can’t believe you’ve been keepin’ me a secret.” The angle of which he had you up against him gave him the perfect view of your cleavage straining against the thin fabric of your dress, he felt that same familiar heat pool in his spine watching your chest heave as you tried to get your shit together.
This is a pivotal moment in your life happening right now- you’re suddenly on the spot stuck between the sharpest rock and hardest brick wall. The way Caleb was leaning his weight on you posed the most pressure on you rather than your friends. You could always shrug them off and laugh, but Caleb-
He always did everything with intent, so the way he was holding you- held you just earlier- it was different than anything you’d ever felt before in your life. He’d never touched you with such a sense of possessiveness before- could it have been just because he stopped someone in their tracks from harming you? There’s absolutely no way he could be feeling the same way as you- right? No way he’s testing you, because he won’t say it first, right?
You trembled with nerves from the pressure, feeling everyone’s eyes on you as your face burned a deeper crimson. What do you say? The thought of calling Caleb family always felt sour on your tongue and burned your throat like poison. You never once wanted that to be the establishment between the two of you, always dreaming of a universe where you could be honest and give things a shot with the perfect guy you’d grown up with.
To give him a different label than anything he’s ever been used to terrified you, but you couldn’t shake the desire that fluttered deep in your chest. You take a deep breath, turning to face the girls that stared expectingly at you for a response. “H-He’s my Caleb. Mine.” Your abridged response had the brunette grinning even more, you totally feel the same way and you’re bluffing while still trying to stake your claim on him.
How cute of you to think you needed to stake any kind of claim when he was completely yours to begin with.
“Cute,” his voice was warm in your ear before standing up straight and bringing his heavy hand back to hold you by the small of your back. Your eyes slightly widened when his fingers splayed, just slightly grazing the curve of your ass while he spoke. “Anyways, I just came to pick my sweet girl up a little early. Sorry, ladies, there’s an important matter we have to tend to, together~” his voice grew sing-song-y and confusion swells in your already burning chest.
Important matter?
You’re being pulled out of the club faster than your legs can keep up with, being dragged by Caleb’s massive grip on your wrist. “Wait a second! Slow down!” You’re crossing the parking lot to get to the emptier, sketchier end where his truck is parked. You couldn’t make out his expression, but still pressed on the matter. “Wh-What the fuck was that back there!? Caleb!”
“I should ask you the same thing.” He hissed out as he opened the passenger door, gripping your full hips to hoist you up into the passenger seat before shoving the door shut. Everything was getting way too heavy to be able to play anything off as harmless like you always have your entire lives prior. His large frame enters and sits in the driver’s seat and you finally get a good look at him as he shuts the door. You notice how his own chest rises and falls heavier than normal, his pupils are blown out as he looks at you- the inside of his truck feels so much smaller now.
“Tell me,” he’s almost panting, leaning over the center console to invade your bubble. You don’t realize how badly you wanted him back in your space until he was there- “why were you so upset after that piece of shit left? And why were you so nervous when your little friends pressed about me? About us?” His voice left no room to dodge the questions, and you began to panic.
How the fuck are you supposed to tell him how sexually frustrated you are? Or that you wanted nothing more than to relieve yourself on his heavy cock- the one you always catch glimpses of through his grey sweats during every movie night. Or that you wanted to ride his handsome face until your hips gave out?
You swallow when he leans in even closer, lips only a mere inch apart from yours. Your throat was so dry despite your mouth pooling with drool at the warmth emitting off of him. He’s so close- you’re so close to kissing him-
“I-I dunno,” your lip quivers, and his hands move- one bracing his weight against the center console and the other resting on top of your knee. Goosebumps shoot all across your skin at the action and you squeeze your thighs when his eyes drop down just slightly to your lips.
“Don’t lie- I won’t be mad, Pips. I just need to know what’s on your mind. Need to know if you’re thinkin’ what i’m thinkin’.” His hand on your knee spreads open, fingers dancing ever so lightly on your sensitive skin and you inhale sharply at the feeling.
That’s it- you can’t keep this act up any longer.
“I was m-mad because I-I thought he was gonna fuck me b-before he turned out to be a piece of sh-shit. I-I jus haven’t been f-fucked in so long, n’ I just w-wanna cum so bad, Gege~ I d-didn’t want my friends to flirt with you e-either. Want you just for myself, I’m sorry!!! I-I can’t help it!”
His heart jumped in his throat as tears sprung out of your eyes, making his cock stir to life as he processed your words. You turned your face from him in embarrassment, bringing your hands to furiously swipe at your tears before the hand on your knee reached up to grab at your wrists.
“Pipsqueak,” his voice is like warm butter in your ears and you look at him through your tears, heart racing when his thumb brushes over your pulse point to soothe you while he smiles at you. “Why didn’t you just tell your Gege sooner? You know i’ll always take care of you, no matter what.” Your froze in shock as the weight of where the situation was quickly headed hit you, but you can’t find it in you to fight it when he’s finally leaning in and you’re meeting him halfway in a heated kiss.
Lips urgently pressing against his, you’re both in heaven at the first taste of each other. His hand cups your jaw as he kisses you deeper- tongue teasing your bottom lip as he savors the softness of your lips and the sound of your needy whines muffling against him.
He pulls away when he feels your hips shifting restlessly in your seat, keeping his lips a breath away from yours as his fingertips slip down your jaw to dance across the skin of your throat. “Do you want gege to make you cum? Hm? Are you gonna be a good girl for me, baby?”
If your panties weren’t already soaked, they sure the fuck were now. You’re nodding without hesitation, straining your neck to reach for his lips once more before he retreats a little more just to see your cute pout. He glances at his spacious backseat before motioning with his head towards you.
“Go on then. Get that ass up and climb back there and i’ll take care of you.”
Oh? So he wanted to get straight to it? Not even wait until you’re home.
You bit your lip before eagerly hopping up on your knees to do as he said, only when you started to crawl across the center console-, you yelped when his hand came cracking down on the fat of your ass. “You really went out in a little number like this, huh? My meimei’s a naughty girl,”
Jesus fuck, his words are doing wayyy too much to you.
Unfortunately, it was only the beginning.
You were in heaven, you must have actually died on the dance floor and you’re currently in the arms of angels as Caleb has you folded in half in a mating press in the backseat of his truck. You’re both completely stripped minus his dog tag necklace that’s bouncing off his toned pecs with every thrust. You feel the truck shake as his humongous cock stuffs you completely full.
The second he’d gotten you in the backseat he wasted no time diving between your thick thighs and devouring that pretty pussy he’d been dreaming of his entire life until you came all over his face twice. Tasting you from the source was so much better than any of the dirty panties he’d snagged over the years from your laundry basket. He doesn’t know how the fuck he ever survived before without the taste of you saturating his tongue.
Your voice, oh god it was music to his burning hot ears as you moaned like such a fucking slut while he rutted his muscular hips into you.
The air in the truck had grown so hot and thick you were growing completely insane, but you couldn’t get enough of it. You bucked your hips to fuck up against him with every thrust, craving him deeper and deeper now that the seal had been broken. Your glossy eyes flutter up to meet Caleb’s unapologetic stare, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth when the sounds of your slippery pussy sucking up his swollen cock fill the confined space of his backseat.
“Had no idea y’re pussy would be so wet. You’re a nasty girl. Been thinkin’ bout this? Hm?” His voice was rough in your ear and you whimpered, soaking his cock even more when his words went straight to your cunt. “Y-Yes! Yesyesyess!” You’re crying out honestly, you can’t hide it at all anymore. He chuckled breathlessly, leaning down to press another sloppy kiss to your swollen lips as his hips started to grind against yours. He could die just like this and be perfectly content- buried in your warm, tight walls while sucking on your tongue as you both kissed each other like it’s the first and last time altogether.
No way he’d ever let you stray away from him now, you’ll never need anybody else now that he knows what your pussy feels and tastes like.
“Gonna keep you like this forever, y’know,” Caleb was going insane, feeling the pit in his stomach tighten unbearably so, your eyes rolled back- god, he’s such a fucking talker. You loved every bit of it. You nodded, crying out when one of his hands reached between your sweaty bodies to play with your throbbing clit. “Mnh! Fuck! Caleb!” You gasp out when your orgasm grows dangerously close.
The man above you shakes his head with a dark glint in his violet eyes, “nu-uh, baby. You know what my name is,” he reaches his mouth down to close around your nipple, tongue lathering the hardened bud with his warm saliva. Tears blur your vision and you grip his beefy forearm bracing his weight right next to you, nails scraping against his skin, he groans at the delectable sting.
“F-Fuuuuuckk, Gege! C-Can’t!” You’re all but screaming when you feel him scrambling your guts while grinding the thick pad of his thumb into your clit.
He’s flicking his tongue across your nipple and the stimulation is becoming overwhelming, bringing a foreign pressure somewhere low in your tummy. Your brows pinch in worry, moving to grab at his soft brown locks as a means to ground yourself. “G’na cu-uuumm, ha-ahh, feels s’weird, ngh~”
His ears perk up at that- weird? Oh he knows exactly what’s happening here.
“Yeah? You wanna cum on your Gege’s cock? Hah, you’re so nasty, Meimei. What’ll gram say if she finds out? If she hears the way i’m gonna fuck you all over that god damn house when we get home,” His words flutter in your chest and your eyes roll back in relief at the promise of this not being a one time thing. You wail when he shifts his wrist to press his palm down against your lower abdomen, thumb still working fast swipes across your pulsing clit.
The increased pressure has you flailing around underneath him, your orgasm is coming fast, but suddenly you’re feeling the urge to pee and it’s beyond overwhelming.
“C’mon, pipsqueak,” he’s cooing in your ear, the truck is shaking harder as he starts mercilessly pounding your pussy, “squirt all over me, baby. I need it, I need it s’fucking bad.” His words drown out as your release hits you, making your head slam back against the backseat cushion as you spray his abdomen with your clear juices.
He’s definitely in heaven now, whimpering out at the sight that’s been burnt into his memory for forever. You look so perfect like this, absolutely fucked out of your mind as you cum so hard he almost grows concerned for you as he fucks you through it. His own orgasm is coming up fast, and he decides he needs you even closer.
Your breath is stolen from you when you’re hoisted up and into his lap, his massive arms locking around the curve of your waist and he’s pounding up into you like a man possessed. You’ve had no time to recover from your highs, yet your hips are still bucking to meet his thrusts as your teary face buries itself in the crook of his neck.
“Fuck, baby, you did so good. Always such a good girl f’me,” he’s praising you and bringing a hand down to grip the plump fat of your ass. His mind travels back to the video he watched earlier of you-, glancing over your shoulder to watch the same way your ass was bouncing but now on the length of his fat cock was even fucking better that that silly video. Maybe one day he’ll get you to let him record you bounce like this again on his cock for when he’s away.
Your lips attach to his neck and you’re feverishly kissing and sucking on his skin, drunkenly babbling the sweetest words he thinks he’s ever heard.
“Mmh, wan’ you to cum in me, Caleb. Give your Meimei every fuckin’ drop, please~”
He’s seeing white.
All you feel is his grip on your ass tightening before his cock starts knocking against your cervix like it owed him money. “Promise me, fuuuuck- promise you won’t fuck anyone else, baby. L-Let Gege take care of you always, please-“
You’re nodding your head with a cry, biting down on the damp skin of his shoulder. “Only ever wan’ your cock, I promise!!”
Not another second passed before his tip was spurting hot, white cum all over your tightening walls. His hand shot up to your nape to tug your face back to his in a feral kiss, shoving his tongue in your mouth to muffle his own desperate cries as he kept pumping you full with his seed. You’d never felt more full in your life, but god- this was such an addictive feeling.
Your softer hands reach up to cup his face and you kiss him back just as hard, moaning into his mouth. You feel the way he finally slows down and the two of you come down slowly, holding each other in a tight embrace as heavy breaths fill the steamy air of his truck.
You’re both on cloud nine after that, still connected even after a while of just sitting there petting each other. Your head is resting on its side on Caleb’s chest, listening to his slowing heartbeat and you smile to yourself. You’ll talk out all the logistics of whatever the fuck just happened later- all you know now is that you’ve never been so thankful for a girl’s night out in your life.
“You okay, pip? Ready to go home? Need to get you cleaned up,” his lips are brushing your temple warmly and your cheeks are warm again. “M’okay, Caleb. I’m ready.” You hum lazily, feeling an overwhelming exhaustion beginning to hit you and you start to look around for your dress to shimmy it back on.
Your eyes narrow down at the joggers he’d been wearing that were pooled in the floorboard- a familiar bundle of pink lace just barely poking out of the pocket.
Suddenly, you’re not tired anymore, and your head is snapping at the nervous looking man in front of you.
“You mother fucker,” you’re seething, snatching up the panties from his pocket and shoving the cold, hard evidence of his crimes in his face. “IT WAS YOU ALL ALONG, WASN’T IT!? YOU THIEF! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY FUCKING PANTIES YOU OWE ME!?”
He can only shrink into himself with a nervous smile, reaching for your wrists and pulling them downwards to disarm you. “I- uh- I don’t think I can talk myself out of this one, can I?” He’s sheepishly grinning at your adorably angry expression with only one thought repeating in his mind as he’s watching you huff and puff dramatically above him as if he didn’t just fuck the living daylights out of you.
brat! reader demanding boyfriend 𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒂 to hold her hand while he carries all the bags
your hands feel weird. empty, you note suddenly.
then you look at your boyfriend walking just 2 steps ahead of you. both of his hands full of shopping bags and grocery packets.
it must be heavy. it is heavy. that's why sukuna is carrying them and not you. you give a sigh of appreciation as your eyes roam over his frame.
tall , dressed in dark shades, muscles pulled taut. quite the head turner. and more than capable of carrying a few bags, you mentally note.
your friends often complained about their partners expecting to split the baggage. half n half and shit that felt so absurd to you that you had obnoxiously bragged about your husband demanding that you 'do not lift a single finger'.
the girls had the audacity to look skeptical.
you pull up the camera app on your phone and click record.
"baby?" you call out, pretending to scroll. the camera records your man as he half turns his head.
"why aren't you holding my hand?" you demand like a spoiled brat. you catch the faint upward tug of his lips as he turns his head to face forward again.
then he releases his pinky from under his grip on the bags and slightly points it. you let out a happy sound and grab onto it. making a point of zooming in your camera on the view.
then you reverse the camera and film your face.
sukuna often tells you to wipe that smug look off your face. but how can you when you bagged such a hot deal?
so you give your brattiest grin and lean your head against his bicep. the camera doesn't capture his face, he is too tall for that.
sukuna doesn't comment, even as he watches the display. what can he say? he quite likes being shown off by his princess.
ᝰ.ᐟ your soft bf!toji is a total meanie in bed ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
mean bf!toji spends the whole day being a total sweetheart—cooking you dinner, giving you soft kisses on the forehead, and holding your hand in public—only to completely lock the bedroom door, pin your wrists over your head, and look down at you with a dark, heavy stare that tells you the "nice guy" act is officially over for the night.
mean bf!toji is normally so gentle with his hands during the day, using his thumb to softly wipe a stray crumb off your face or tuck your hair behind your ear, but the second he gets you on the bed, those same hands are gripping your jaw tightly, forcing you to tilt your head up so he can admire how pretty you look when you're scared of him.
mean bf!toji loves to pamper you in public, happily carrying all the heavy grocery bags, pulling you to the safe side of the sidewalk, and letting you pick whatever movie you want to watch, all while secretly plotting exactly how he's going to make you cry and beg for mercy later that evening.
mean bf!toji is so hyper-aware of the contrast in his behavior that he uses it to mess with your head; he’ll lean down while you're trembling under him and whisper against your ear, “you like it better when i’m mean to you, don’t you?”
mean bf!toji ignores your whines and protests when he changes positions or pulls you around like a ragdoll. in daily life, he moves carefully around you so he doesn't accidentally hurt you, but in bed, he uses his massive size and weight to completely overwhelm you, letting you feel exactly how helpless you are against him.
mean bf!toji makes you beg for every single thing. even if he knows you're desperate, he will completely stop moving, prop himself up on his elbows, and stare at you with a smug smirk until you verbally ask for exactly what you want.
mean bf!toji loves slapping your pussy with his palm right before going in, loving the sharp, loud crack it makes against your skin and the way it leaves a bright pink mark that contrasts with his tanned hands. he’ll do it just to startle a loud gasp out of you, watching your thighs twitch as he tells you to open up wider.
mean bf!toji likes dragging the heavy, blunt tip of his cock up and down your wet slit, teasing you ruthlessly until you're begging him to just put it in. instead of giving in, he’ll slap his wet tip against your clit over and over, mocking the needy little noises you make and telling you that you haven't earned it yet.
mean bf!toji just laughs when you try to complain that he’s being too rough or too mean. he won't slow down; instead, his chest rumbles against your back as he grips your hips harder, driving into you with even less mercy just to prove that he rules the bed.
mean bf!toji loves leaving you completely ruined and breathless. he likes looking down at the mess he made of you—smudged makeup, tangled hair, and thighs shaking uncontrollably—while he casually rolls off to grab a drink, completely unfazed while you can barely move.
mean bf!toji will pull your hair back with just enough force to make your eyes water, forcing you to look directly at him while he pounds into you. he hates when you try to hide your face in the pillows or close your eyes; he wants to see every single expression of pleasure and overload on your face.
mean bf!toji uses verbal degradation as a tool to keep you completely flustered. he’ll call you a "good little slut," mock how loud you're breathing, or ask you why you're crying over a little bit of fun, his voice deep, raspy, and completely devoid of the warmth he usually speaks to you with.
mean bf!toji will deliberately overstimulate you, rubbing his thumb harshly against your clit while hammering into you, and when you start to sob because it's too much, he’ll just kiss you hard to muffle your screams and keep going right through your orgasm.
mean bf!toji flips the switch right back to being a doting boyfriend the next morning. he’ll kiss your bruised hips, bring you painkillers and breakfast in bed, and pull you into a warm, gentle cuddle—leaving you completely dizzy over how the man who was so beautifully cruel to you a few hours ago is now softly rubbing your back and calling you his baby.
free use bsf!sukuna gets annoyed when you touch yourself. fem!reader, nsfw 18+ mdni drabble. mlist
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You didn’t know what the dream was even about, recalling only the disembodied tangle of limbs and a slick warmth blooming low and hot in your belly.
All you did know when you were finally tugged back into consciousness was that you were panting, sharp humid breaths huffed into the crook of your drool slathered arm, and that you were soaked.
“Shit…” you cursed, whisper barely audible in the silent room.
Still drunk with sleep, you shifted, shoving an arm unceremoniously between the heat of your body and the couch cushions below, teasing downward until your fingers hit their target, and your eyes rolled behind fluttering lashes.
You grinded slowly, sinking back into that delicious fuzzy heat - listening to your own stuttered breaths and the crinkle of leather beneath you. Each creak sounded deafening in the still silence of night, and your pulse jumped with the shame of what you were doing and the vague memory of where you were.
Not that it stopped you, or did anything to cool the white-hot lust swirling in your belly. No, it only made you bite your forearm pitifully, a vein attempt to muffle the desperate little noises slipping free.
“Brat.”
Now that gave you pause.
You lay frozen in the dark, blinking wildly at the shadowed bulk on the couch opposite you, trembling hand still tucked into your slick panties. Maybe you’d imagined it, the gruff, familiar voice of your best friend curling out from the darkness.
But Sukuna wasn’t stupid, it wouldn’t have taken a detective to figure out what you were doing. Not with all the frantic breathing and the half muffled moans barely caught by the damp fabric of your pillow.
“Sorry,” you swallowed a thick, dry breath before you continued, “just needed to… uh…”
The lump on the sofa across from you began to shift, and you realised as your eyes slowly adjusted that he was rising to his feet, slipping free from the sheets with a low groan and a few muted cracks.
You followed suit, pulling yourself to your elbows before a sharp and disappointed tut made you stop.
“Stay where you are,” came the short command, “don’t move.”
After a moment of pause, you acquiesced and settled back onto your belly, arms outstretched to clutch your pillow beneath your chin.
Sukuna approached without another word, a broad shadow eclipsing your vision until you felt the delicate thrum of fingers dancing along your lower back.
“Hips up.”
Your pulse raced, that familiar sticky heat licking up your neck at the sternness of his tone. When you complied, he shoved a pillow beneath your hipbones, forcing your spine into a severe arch.
“Good.”
Thick fingers hooked over your waistband, tugging your sleep shorts down with little effort. You shivered against the cool kiss of air for only a moment before you were blanketed by his body heat as he settled into place behind you. There was the barely audible shuffle of clothing in the still silence before you felt him - the grind of thick inches pressed against you, hard and raw.
“Deep breath,” he murmured, waiting to hear the shaky pull of air from your lips before he finally nudged inside.
He sunk in slowly, let you map each pulsing vein stretching your tight heat until you felt the delicate tickle of hair at his base, and your eyes rolled back.
“Oh… S’kuna…” you breathed, a whiny little exhale slurred where your cheek was pressed against the pillow.
He hit deep like this, so deep that with each breath you could feel him poking incessantly at what could have been your stomach for all you knew. It was stunning, enough to make your thighs tremble and a spineless little moan escape you.
He gave no reply, just slipped out a few dizzying inches before pressing back inside with a wet sucking slap. He set a steady pace, not rushed or particularly delicate - firm and intentional, just like everything he did.
“Don’t know why you insist on touching yourself like that,” he grunted, head craned so that you could feel the puff of his breath against your sweat-soaked nape with each accusatory syllable, “when you’ve got a perfectly good cock right here.”
As if to prove his point, his thrusts slowed - firm deep pumps pulled all the way out only to sink back inside with a force that pulled a broken little sound from your throat.
His voice was low and serious, still thick with sleep as he worked you open with the practised roll of his hips. The weight of his words sent a little tremor of need through you, and you heard him curse when you clenched around his length.
“Didn’t -hn-… want to wake you…” you panted, tongue slipping on the words as your brain gave in to the fuzzy haze of pleasure beginning to settle over you.
Each nudge earned a sticky slap, heavy balls smacking against your creamy cunt as he took you apart, fucked you into the couch in a mean prone bone.
“Don’t be stupid. It’s yours,” He grunted, hips pressed snug into a mean grind that had little blinking stars dancing in the blackness behind your eyes. “So use it, whenever you want.”
His bluntness, alongside the kiss of his cockhead against your cervix made you writhe desperately, tenfold when with the next rock of his hips you felt the slick sheen of the leather sofa graze your tender clit.
Your brain was foggy, swirling with obscene images of waltzing into his room whenever you pleased, tugging down his sweats and settling down onto his fat cock like you belonged there, using him like a toy who’s only purpose was to get you off.
“You… hn-… you mean it?” You sniffled, cheek smushed to the side just to throw a desperate glance over your shoulder.
“Fuck, of course I do,” he growled, breaths coming a little frantic now, “I’ve said it before haven’t I? My hands, my mouth, my fucking thigh if you want.”
Knuckles dug into the couch cushions either side of your head, and his lips grazed your throat, the shell of your ear, the delicate hair curling at the nape of your neck.
“So I don’t want to see you touching this needy little pussy again. No toys, no fingers, no humping the goddamn pillow, got it?”
You buried your face between your arms and nodded limply, sinking into the sheets, feeling less and less lucid with each targeted buck.
“That’s a good girl,” came the last purred words before you finally tripped over the edge.
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