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Denial (One-Shot; LADS)

NSFW, 18+ MDNI

Description: You!MC and Zayne are in a situationship / FWB / early stage relationship mess, and well...Caleb is Caleb. IYKYK. (Essentially, Caleb x You!MC finally give in and when you do, neither of you can stop.)

WC: 11.9k ... (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) idk y'all don't ask, it's been a tough week...

You're sad. I'm sad. We're all sad. We're all disappointed. We shall see what the next few weeks, unfortunately, maybe months, look like...𑣲𓃦

This is—without a doubt—THE meanest thing I've ever done to my pookie Zayne. CRAZY. Forgive me, husband. (All their ages are shifted/closer. MC/Caleb are both of age/he's slightly older; she's pre hunter's academy, he's pre aerospace academy & Zayne's early into med school. Pretend MC gave Caleb his necklace pre leaving for academy.)

You know what I love about apple queens? The continuum from "Caleb's love for MC is unyielding/undying to the nth degree you don't understand!!!" to "I wanna call him gege while he fucks me 'til he literally kills me with his dick..." & YK WHAT!!! I have a deep love for both sides. However, this...is written for those falling on the ladder, lol.

I'd suggest not reading this if you dislike his trope. Use of Gege/Meimei (way heavier on gege, more minor on meimei), &, unfortunately, cheating. OFC!!! DON'T FUCKIN' CHEAT ON PEOPLE!!! However...if it's with your sexy step bro...it's fine, right? I'M KIDDING I'M KIDDING I'M KIDDING...WHOOPS!!! ENJOY! (ó﹏ò｡)

In the realm of fiction, all is fair in the game of love and porn war, okay? Kick your feet up and enjoy some filth, you deserve it. ( ˘ ³˘)

- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)

Standing by the dining table, you’re leaning into Zayne, peering over his shoulder at his laptop, a wide grin plastered on your face.

“…Hey.” Caleb’s voice cuts into the sound of your laughter, making you stand straight up onto the balls of your feet.

Zayne offers him a neutral smile, “Hey.”

“Um, I’m gonna be leaving soon…for a bit…you two…need anything?” Caleb was lying through his teeth.

“No—nope, thank you, Gege.” You smile guiltily at him and it’s like a knife through his heart.

“Mm—mhm, yep, no problem…”

Caleb didn’t need verbal confirmation from you to know what was going on. He wasn’t a fucking idiot. Zayne had been visiting home from college too frequently lately, and somehow…just kept ending up at your house. Way too damn often, in fact…

***

Passing you by while you stood in front of the open fridge only a few weeks ago, Caleb leaned in, his breath a hot warning on your neck. “Why is he here…again…hm?”

“Oh, um—I-I…” His hand came down onto the fridge door beside your head as you closed it.

When you didn’t answer, “Hm?”

“He’s been…helping me! With…um, some application stuff, mhm...”

He scoffed, “Right…sure.”

You lightly poked your elbow back and into his stomach, “Ugh, Gege, back up. Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, you know.”

“Pfft, I am not jealous.” You didn’t need to be facing him to know he was actively rolling his eyes.

You mocked him, “Right…sure.”

He hadn’t moved his arm and was far too close for you to just slip out, so you spun around in a small circle, caught between him and the fridge. Your voice became a whine, “Gege…” You pressed your palms flat against his chest, pushing him hard, but he didn’t move. He brought his other hand up slowly, placing it beside the other side of your head, leaning down and in, scarily close to your face. “…Caleb!”

He narrowed his eyes at you, “If he hurts you…I will kill him.”

You raised your voice an octave, “—! W-what are you talking about!?”

As if on cue, “…Everything…okay?”

Snapping his hands off the fridge and away from you, you both turned to stand at attention toward Zayne who just happened to stumble into the kitchen.

“Mhm, yep!” Trying to offer the most passable—totally not desperate—nod, you smiled awkwardly.

“Uh-huh…” Caleb was quick to walk out of the kitchen, his shoulder checking Zayne’s on his way out, “Everything’s just fine...”

***

It didn’t matter if Zayne was legitimately helping you with something important, he would be helping you with something very different as soon as Caleb stepped out the front door.

You chose to suppress that conversation from a few weeks ago. You chose to suppress a whole hell of a lot of things with Caleb… But it lingered in your mind...and—quite literally—stroke a sense of tantalizing fear in your heart. He meant what he said...

In the present, though, the thought didn’t linger long—it couldn’t. You waited only a few seconds after that click of the front door to jump Zayne.

He pulls his lips back from yours, “H-hey, you—!” He offers you a small, knowing smile. “Can’t even wait thirty-seconds, can you?”

“Nope.” You grin, taking his hand in yours and tugging him down the hall toward your bedroom.

Once the door to your room closes, everything is hot and heavy. Both of you kicking your shoes off while kissing, him taking his glasses off and tossing them onto your desk, you fumbling with his belt…

Very few clothes were spared…

Randomly, he breaks away, panting but choosing to speak, “Remember when you used to call me Gege?”

“W-what!?” Your shock comes mixed with a laugh, shoving him by his chest until he’s sitting down on the edge of your bed.

He smirks lightly, pulling you between his legs by your hips, “I’m older than you, too, you know.”

You straddle his lap, “Oh my god, shut up.” You let your fingers trace his exposed collarbones, shaking your head at the remark but loving the feeling of his skin under your fingertips.

“What?” His voice is a whisper, brushing some loose hair behind your ear, “You realize he knows, right?”

Instead of watching the heave of his chest like you just had been, your eyes snap up to meet his. “N-no, he doesn’t.”

“Yes, he definitely does. He looks like he’s going to kill me if all I do is breathe.” His arms wrap around your waist, and he places a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

“He’s so mad…” You lean into him, and his lips trail upward until they meet your neck, his fingertips digging into your hips. After placing a tender kiss on your neck, his lips part to gently suck on your flesh. Against your skin, he speaks again, “He wants you...all to himself…”

Withholding a moan from his actions that contrast his words, your eyes widen and you shake your head again. “Mm-mm, that’s n-not true.”

He whispers into your skin, “You know it is.”

“Nngh—stop it.” You grip his shoulders tight—a warning.

“But you’re mine, hm?” His bottom lip drags along your neck, causing a moan to fall from your lips.

Your nails sink into the skin of his shoulders, your head tilting back, “Mmhm…”

He pulls his face away from your neck, and gently, his index finger and thumb grip your chin, a light tug forcing your gaze to land on his. “Say it for me, then.”

You can’t help but melt at the look in his eyes, “I-I’m yours.”

“That’s right.” Unable to handle the tension—or what he’s saying—you crash your lips onto his. Falling together back onto the bed, you sit up in his lap, running your hands along his torso. Watching you touch him with a heavy-lidded gaze, “I don’t blame him…I think I would’ve lost it myself. Now you’re parading me around, thinking you’re coy. Must be torture.”

“Z-Zayne!” You pinch his skin, but he doesn’t even flinch.

His brows raise, “Hm? It’s true…”

You flatten your palms over his chest, working your way down his torso with your nails until he’s groaning, “Mm-mm…”

“Deny it all you want…”

Waiting only a handful of moments, Caleb was already slipping back into the house quietly, knowing—and unfortunately, knowing well—that the two of you had already made off for your bedroom.

Hearing each beat of your conversation starting at the mention of Gege, he had his left arm bent at his elbow, his forearm horizontal and pressed against the wall of the hallway.

Shaking, he presses his forehead firmly against his forearm. His right hand had already fumbled his pants undone, his cock excruciatingly hard and in his hand—tight. A subtle punishment for being…this way.

He was delusional enough that maybe—just maybe—your avid denial meant you felt something, too. It was just…too hard to confront, perhaps. Maybe…it meant that you’d let him wedge his tip into your pretty pussy—call him Gege while he did it.

His eyes snap shut. He wanted to open the door. He wanted to watch. He wanted to kill Zayne. He wanted to kill him for getting his hands all over what’s rightfully his. He wanted to cover you in his cum and force Zayne to watch. You were his, after all. You belonged to him. Only him.

He felt dizzy from being so turned on, internally cursing himself at the fact that another man touching you got him so hot and bothered. He should only be enraged. But it made him weak—so fucking weak—so pathetically hard in his own hand that he was beyond accustomed to.

He wanted to see you, watch you writhe and process what made you tick. He wondered what made you beg and how he could get you in that position…hot, sweaty, completely undone and begging for his cock.

“H-hurry up—nngh—Caleb will be b-back s-soon…”

His hips jolt forward at the sheer sound of his name leaving your lips, muffled beyond the door and mixed with a moan.

You moaned his fucking name. The sound became instantly memory-holed, burned into his skin forever. He always pictured it…heard it. Caleb…Gege… He always had no trouble at all visualizing the shape your lips would make while you said it, the intonation…

Fighting, and fighting desperately, not to cum instantaneously, he turns around quickly, his back pressing—a little too hard—into the wall of the hallway. He allows his heels to spread out and forward, letting his back rest completely against the wall.

“Nngh—w-what was—” Zayne’s hand is quick to palm and cover your mouth, his hips never stopping their delicious and deliberate thrusting into your aching cunt. He heard it too.

“Shh—” You moan against his hand, the head of his cock repeatedly hitting your G-spot. You press the heels of your feet into his low back, desperate to feel more.

During the subtle gasps, moans, and quiet creaking of the bed frame, Caleb strokes himself viciously with his hand, careful to hold his cock angled upright so that all of his cum would ruin his clothes and no evidence would have even the chance to make its way onto the floor.

The thought did cross Zayne’s mind, that Caleb was right there, listening in. No way…but…

Zayne slowly lets his hand leave your mouth, your moans and whines easily slipping out into the room. Initially, you didn’t think anything of it, simply too engrossed with the feeling of him fucking you. You would think about it later, though—you’d put two and two together, privately.

Your voice is the loudest yet, “S-shit—m-my god…m’gonna cum—nngh!”

Zayne groans deeply, fighting his own release that’s spurred on quicker by a sense of possessiveness, “Go ahead, cum for me…”

The back of Caleb’s head presses into the wall, staring up at the ceiling, trying and failing, pathetically so, to stop picturing himself right there instead, your perfect pussy wrapped around his cock and milking him, just begging him to fill you completely. He could hear it… “Gege, p-please…”

As soon as your cries officially and unmistakably ring out, Caleb lets go, cum readily spurting out all over his hand that doesn’t stop stroking, plenty shooting up and against his T-shirt. Lifting his other hand at the start of the process which took a complete hold over him, he bit his fist as hard as he could, his abs clenching violently with each pump he released due to the suppression of even a single noise exiting his throat.

He had listened in on you make yourself cum, many, many, times. But this was so different. He knew that hot cum was pouring into you, and it wasn’t his—but it made his dick throb pitifully nonetheless.

Still twitching, the remainder of his cum oozing out and leaking from his tip, he continued to torture himself with his hand. He could feel what your tight pussy might feel like, squeezing out each and every drop of cum he had to offer you—every…last…drop. He let his own hand mimic his imagination, an on and off again squeeze.

He was pathetically, pathologically, and obediently waiting for that day…

Zayne was right. This was complete and utter fucking torture…

***

Two weeks later, padding across the floor quickly to your room, Caleb peers over the couch and interrupts, sensing instantly a shift in your mood, “What’s wrong, pips?”

You stop in your tracks, “N-nothing, I don’t wanna talk about it.”

He lets his arm sling over the back of the couch, “Hm, and why not?”

You shake your head, “Nothing! Just…whatever, it doesn’t matter.”

“Fine, come sit, then. Wanna watch this movie with me?” He smiles at you, raising a brow.

“Caleb…” You groan, folding your arms over your chest.

“What!? Just…come sit with me.” He wanted to tell you that he’d been missing you lately, but he didn’t.

“You’re so—”

“Funny? Handsome? The best ever?” You finally crack a smile, and he smiles in kind, “There it is, pips.” He said so extremely earnestly, genuinely sounding so happy to see you smile. He pats the couch, “No frowning allowed on the weekends, c’mere.”

You roll your eyes but go to sit next to him anyway. “Here,” he lays a blanket over your thighs, “get cozy.” Covering you was for the best.

“Mm…thanks.” It only takes a few minutes for you to be leaning your head on his shoulder. The awareness you lack, though, is the fact that with your head so close to his face, he can smell your shampoo—and it promptly makes his dick jump.

Balling his fists in his lap, he speaks, and of the one thing he knows will make his dick go soft immediately. Well…hopefully. “So…where’s your boyfriend?”

“H-he’s not—” You snap your head up, turning to drive your fist straight into his tricep.

“Ow, pips! What the hell!” He laughs it off, and while it did actually kind of hurt, that—unfortunately—also made his dick twitch.

You sigh deeply, “Would you just…shut up about this... It’s getting ridiculous.”

He scoffs, placing an offended hand in his chest, “Oh, I’m sorry for noticing he’s been here practically every free weekend and suddenly, he’s not here.”

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes again and lean back into the couch rather than on him.

“Don’t you whatever me, pips.” He leans in toward you, “Is something going on, I’ll—”

“Kill him! Yes, Caleb, I know. You can stop saying it.” He rolls his eyes.

“I was going to say...I’ll be here for you, dork.” He leans in closer, fighting a smile, “But yeah, I’ll do that, too, now that you mention it.” You whine, quickly flicking his chest with your finger. “Ow! Would you stop hitting me!?”

“Stop being a jerk!”

“Being there for you is being a jerk!?”

You look away from him, “N-no, just—drop it, okay?”

“Fine,” he wraps his arm around your shoulders, forcing you to return back to resting on him, “come here, then, and I’ll leave it alone.”

“Ugh, you—!” You go to pinch his side with your hands, but his voice stops you.

“Shush, watch the movie, pips.”

You clench your jaw while staring at the screen, “You’re incorrigible…I should bite you.”

“Do it. You won’t.” He really wanted you to—really, really, wanted you to.

“Oh, yeah? You think I won’t?”

“Nope.” He pops the “p” sound, grinning devilishly while your eyes are off him. You were too easy.

Turning your head toward him with his arm still around you, you sink your teeth into the side of his pec, and hard while you’re at it.

“Ah!” He winces, trying his hardest not to let a moan fall from his lips. His voice becomes gravely, “You’re such a brat, you know that?” If his dick wasn’t already painfully hard, it was now.

You huff, sounding happy with yourself, “You made me this way, blame yourself.”

His fingers dig into your shoulder, “Oh, trust me, I do.”

“Mhm, sure.” After waiting a moment, compelled by a frenzied irritation, and…something else entirely, you quickly cock your head back and to the side to sink your teeth into his neck.

“Pips—what are—ah! Nngh—”

“Did you just...moan!? You—”

“You—! No! S-shut up! …I did fucking not.”

“Oh, you absolutely did. I heard it.” You go to bite his neck again, but his free arm comes up and his hand quickly—aggressively—grips your face, his fingertips and thumb pressing into your cheeks, pursing your lips…

“Pips,” his voice is a stern warning, “what are you doing?” Staring into your eyes, he eases up on his grip, “You wanna hear me moan again, or what?”

You wiggle your face out from his grasp, “So, you did moan.”

“Shut up.”

“No.”

“You—! That’s it, c’mere.” His arms quickly coil around you.

“H-hey!” You’re giggling, small shrieks of helplessness against his strength occurring between each bout of giggles while he’s yanking you up into his lap.

Whether he thought about how painfully hard his cock was and that you were going to feel it, was...questionable—to say the least.

Squeezing you tight, holding your arms down and in place, “Watch. The. Movie. I’ll hold you here myself.”

“Mm—” Your voice cracks, a few more giggles falling that turn into pants as you struggle against his arms.

“Cut it out. You’re such a pain in the ass, pips.”

“Hmph…” You suddenly stop wriggling when you feel it. “C-Cal—”

His lips touch the outer edge of your ear, his voice lowering, “I said, watch the movie.”

You twitch, your voice breaking, “Y-you…”

“Quiet, or I’ll hold you here all night.” A shiver rakes its way through your whole body. He had to have known, right? But, perhaps his frustration with you made it…ignorable…somehow?

Shamefully, the feeling of his hard cock pressing up into you and his arms around you makes your cunt throb. His lips so close to your ear, too…

Waiting maybe a minute, the pressure makes you feel dizzy, so you tilt your head back onto his shoulder. “What are you—” You turn your head toward his neck, and rather than bite, your lips press softly into his skin. “W-what—o-oh—”

“C-Caleb…” your voice is a shuttered whisper against his neck, “I can feel y-you…you’re s-so hard—”

“Stop. Stop talking.” His eyes close, seeking restraint but not finding it. Quietly and slowly, his hands let go of your arms and find your ribcage, sliding up your waist and squeezing until his hands rest just beneath your breasts.

You try to fight a gasp but fail, “Mmm…”

“Tell me…where’s your boyfriend, hm?”

“I-it’s complicated…”

“Oh, yeah? Then…what would you call this?” His fingertips dig into your skin through your shirt. You can already feel your nipples hardening from the pressure of his hands close by.

“M-mm—I-I don’t know…”

“Me either…” He was lying. He had gotten very good at lying.

Feeling completely hot and dizzy, you nuzzle your face into his neck, foolishly looking for relief there and finding anything but. “Gege…”

The sound of the affectionate phrase makes his cock twitch, hard. “S-shut up. D-don’t call me that right now...” His fingers dig aggressively into your ribcage, causing another gasp to break out from your throat.

“But—” you press your lips into his skin again, “that’s what you are…”

“Mhm…I am…” You’re both trembling, but as you start to wiggle again, it only makes him hold you tighter against his body, the writhing too much for his cock. He thought to himself that thank god, he already made himself cum in the shower earlier or else he would’ve let him fall apart instantly. His voice becomes commanding, “Stop moving.”

“I c-can’t…”

“Fuck—” You moan to the feeling of his fingertips squeezing even harder into your skin through the thin material of your shirt. “Mmm, who’s moaning now?”

“S-shit—”

“I want you to answer me…” he lets his hands slip upward just slightly, his fingertips cresting the bottoms of your breasts, contained only by a loose bralette under your shirt, “if that, is complicated, then what the hell, would you call this?” You shake your head no, pressing your face into his neck. “Not gonna answer me, huh?”

“Mm-mm…” InstinctIvely, you press your body harder down against his, wiggling your hips in desperation for something—anything, to happen.

He groans, “Fine...” His hands continue to glide up until they’re cupping each of your breasts completely, an easy gasp breaking past your lips and into his skin, “I’ll just have to find out myself, then, won’t I?”

You feel your cunt clench as you fight a whimper, “Mmhm…”

Letting his hands sink back down slightly, his thumbs on the outer edges of your breasts, his fingers angle up as he squeezes over you, his index fingers gladly grazing over the peaks of your nipples—easily felt through only two thin layers of fabric. He sucks in a breath, processing that they were already hard—from just one touch...from him holding you.

“Nngh—” His own groan, one that rips deep from his throat, overlaps and silences your moan.

“Fucking hell…” He squeezes again, gentler this time, and twice in a row. He’s deliberate in how he palms the surface of your breasts closer to the edges with this fingertips, easily drawing blood forward, “you’re so soft…”

To silence a rising gasp, you part your lips and press them into his neck, your tongue making subtle contact with his skin, prompting him—and quickly—to squeeze again, hard. “Mmmph…”

“So naughty, pips…did you bite me hoping this would happen, hm?” You shake your head no again against him, sucking his flesh. “Hmm, I don’t believe you…” His sentence ends in a moan, the feeling of your lips—your tongue—against his neck making him break.

“Even if that was true,” you moan against his skin when he squeezes again, his index and middle fingers on either side of each nipple not quite pinching intentionally, but unintentionally with the firmness of his squeeze, “what did you think was going to happen, huh?”

Pinching now definitely intentionally between the two fingers on both sides, “That I’d be a good Gege and just...let it go? You put your mouth on me...three times.” His voice shakes, “You knew what you were doing…”

“Mmhm…”

The fingers caught around your nipples barely glide a short distance, “As soon as I pulled you onto my lap, you couldn’t help but wiggle your cute ass down onto my cock, either.”

“Nngh—!” Your voice becomes ragged and whiny, using his flesh continuously to silence the truth.

“You forget, I know you better than anyone.” He lets go of your breasts. Suddenly, he grabs the hem of your shirt and yanks it up, pulling it tight against your clavicle. His hands return to your chest, careful this time—much slower. A thin layer of material still holding you back, but so much closer now… “Better than anyone could even try to...”

“I bet you’re so fucking wet right now.” His tone changes, less controlled, “just from me touching your pretty tits, hm?” You moan in response to his vocal vulgarity.

“Fuck—such a perfect fit in my hands. I knew they would be...” The mention has you gasping, ripping your head from his neck and down to watch. “Oh,” he lets out a light chuckle, “you liked that, did you? ...You wanna watch Gege grope you, huh?”

“Mmhm…” You nod pathetically, wiggling your hips down. “Y-yes.”

“Good girl…I’ll grope you as long as you want—as long as you’ll let me.” His index fingers carefully rub the peak of each bud while the rest of his hands push you up.

“Oh m-my god…mmph—”

He stops the tease of his fingertips, laughing softly when you instantly whine from the loss. “So needy, pips.” He brings his fingers right back, “I bet…” He presses down slightly with his index fingers, causing you to moan again, “I could make you cum just from this…”

His lips touch your ear, whispering, “I could do this for hours…if you’d let me. I’d do it whenever you want. I’d do it until you were trembling, whimpering, crying…”

Now outright moaning nearly nonstop, he laughs again, suddenly stopping his fingertips and squeezes you hard instead, pressing your breasts up and together in his hands. “Does he tease you like this, hm?”

You whimper, the pressure from his hands sending a throb straight to your cunt that won’t stop clenching at each push, pull, pinch, and tease. “Or…is he too desperate to get inside your cute little pussy, hm?” You shake your head, not even knowing what you’re responding to or trying to say.

“I bet he is... I don’t blame him. You’re so fucking cute. Probably tripping over his own feet just to get inside you.” The pads of his index fingers continue to tease, hardly pressing and pushing the buds in different directions, looking carefully for the motion that elicits the strongest reaction. His teeth nip your ear, “Not willing to take his time…”

“C-Caleb, h-holy shit—”

“Mm-mm.” He shakes his head beside yours, the heavy rise and fall of his chest pressing into your back, “You’re stuck here now. I’ll show you how I’d play with you.” You moan, staring at the careful, slow work of his index fingers, the rest of his fingers pushing in on almost all sides, drawing the peaks further forward with his pressure. “So long as you don’t tell me to stop, I’m not fucking going to.”

“Nngh!” He laughs quietly again, stopping the tease of his fingers to palm and grope more freely again.

“That didn’t sound like stop to me.” You shake your head again, staring down at his wide hands groping you. “I want you fucking drenched. Unable to hold back.”

Your voice shakes, “F-fuck—mmhm…”

His fingers dip underneath the fabric at the curves by the straps, “Can I?”

Your voice is so quiet, the sounds of the completely ignored movie almost drowning you out, “Yes, mhm—p-please…”

“Good girl…so naughty…you want Gege’s hands all over you, huh?”

Waiting, vibrating with anticipation, “Mmhm…”

With a swift tug on both sides at the tops of the flexible, stretchy cotton, your breasts spill out, the simple act of them out and touching the room’s thick air tearing a moan straight from your throat.

Holding the fabric in a tight line underneath your breasts, he leans forward over your shoulder; he needs to get a good look. Groaning, he pulls the line of the fabric up slightly, “Oh my god…look at you, so fucking pretty…”

Letting go of the material and leaving it there, his hands are immediately cupping you again, pulling you down and back harder against his body as he drives his hips up into your ass. “Fuck me…my god…mmm…”

All you’re left with is needy moans, the feeling of his hard cock driving up into you and his warm hands on you unbearable. You haven’t taken your eyes off his hands since your face left his neck. “You love to watch, don’t you? ...Does he let you watch all the things he does to you?”

Another sharp whine breaks from your throat, “P-please—I-I—”

“Open your mouth.” Broken—completely obedient—you do what he says, “Good girl.” His right hand leaves your right breast, his left still holding in a firm squeeze.

Dipping his index and middle finger past your lips, he moans when your lips wrap around his fingers. Pushing deeper, his left hand squeezes harder until you’re moaning against his fingers. If everything stopped right then, he was simply grateful to have a good idea of what your lips might feel like wrapped around his cock. What your tongue feels like against his skin... First his neck, now this.

Popping his fingers out from your mouth, “Thank you.” It takes no time at all that he lets your spit drag across your nipple, slow and taunting with two fingers in a circle.

“S-shit—nngh!”

“Mmhm…keep looking. Open your mouth again.” With you compliant, as he circles your right, his left hand leaves your chest and comes up to your mouth, repeating the process.

Using both hands now, he toys with your nipples until you’re squirming—thrashing, almost. “Cut it out.” His hands come down in a firm grasp again, pulling you into him. Using his wet index and middle finger on both hands, he pinches the buds between the inner sides of his fingers again.

Panting and whining through your words, “W-why—oh my god—Gege—I feel like this is g-gonna make m-me cum…”

“What? He’s never done this to you before? Hmph, go figure.”

“S-shut u-up.” He pinches you between his fingers, hard. “Ah—!”

“Want me to stop?”

You shake your head no dramatically, staring helplessly at his fingers. “Thought so.” Easing up on the pressure, “Don’t get upset when I point out disappointing truths, pips. He doesn’t want you how I want you.” With the whole of his hands, he palms both of your breasts, finally letting up on your nipples. His voice lowers immensely, “That’d be impossible.” Hearing him groan and feeling him twitch beneath you, “You realize just how fucking much I want you, right?”

“Mhm…y-yes...”

“Good.” He pinches both nipples suddenly between his index fingers and thumbs, rolling and tweaking the buds softly. “God, you’re so mean to me for pretending you don’t.”

Still watching, you shake your head in denial, “Nngh—mm-mm…”

“Oh, you don’t pretend? Is that right?” His palms go flat, pinching the buds between two fingers again while he squeezes and gropes, slight shifts in his fingertips to different spots.

Your voice comes out a desperate stutter, “N-no—I d-do…”

“Mhm, there ya go, pips. Honesty is good…”

“Mmhm—ngh!”

“Wet my fingers again. We’re doing this until you cum, sitting in my lap—right where you belong... Okay?” You’re moaning as you take each set of fingers separately. “Naughty little girl, aren’t you?”

Not even using his index fingers despite them also finding their way back into your mouth, he lets his wet middle fingers circle around each bud, careful not to touch the peaks at first. “Did you even know you could cum like this? I feel you trembling.” He lets the warm pads of his fingers graze over the peaks repeatedly, “Don’t fight. Embrace it, feels good, hm?”

“S-so fucking good—oh m-my god!”

“That’s it...fucking cum for me. I’ve hardly done any portion of what I truly want to do to you.”

Gripping the rest of your flesh tight under his fingertips, he lets his middle fingers circle, toy, and brush over your nipples until you’re completely weak, your cunt clenching repeatedly as you find a different, new kind of release. “C-Caleb—nngh—f-fuck—!”

“Mmhm…good girl.” Your head collapses back onto his shoulder, but his middle fingers don’t stop, not until your whines start to sound painful.

“W-wait—o-oh my god…”

His voice is almost a hiss, “No wonder he can’t stop fucking coming over here, you look so damn pretty when you cum.” His lips touch the side of your temple, “You sound fucking immaculate, too.”

“Mmm—h-holy shit…y-your fingers…”

“Good, right? They’re only for you. Here whenever you want them, okay?”

“Mmhm…f-fuck…” The feeling beneath the blanket still in your lap is obscene. You can feel, unmistakably, the utter mess barely contained within your panties, probably—most definitely—leaking out onto your shorts, your thighs, him…

His lips touch your ear, whispering, “They’ve been in your mouth, on your tits…imagine them in your pussy…”

“Caleb!” You take a gasping breath, completely overwhelmed, “I-I c-can’t believe I came…y-you…”

“Believe it. I’ll make you cum over, and over, again. However you want, whenever you want.”

“Gege…”

A growl sounds from his throat as he sinks his teeth into your neck, still groping your sensitive breasts and pulling you in. “You’re gonna need to stop calling me that,” his breath is hot against your neck and his voice serious as his fingers graze your nipples again until you whine, “or else I might have to choke you with my cock.”

You moan at the idea, picturing your eyes wet and watering, his hands gripping your hair while he fucks your face. The thought makes your untouched clit throb. “Gege—I-I’m s’fucking wet…”

His left hand leaves your breast and comes up to grip your throat, his lips pressing harshly into your cheek before speaking into your skin, “What did I just say?”

“G-Gege…”

“Oh? So, you want to get choked with my cock, then?” His hand returns to your chest, squeezing you, “The thought turns you on, hm?”

Unashamed and honest, “Y-yes…”

He lets out a quiet, smug laugh. “Good to know.” He squeezes both of your breasts again, eliciting another whine, “But…I have other plans, we can do that later, okay?”

Thoughtlessly, “Mmhm—w-whatever you want…”

“Oh—don’t say that...” He tsks, “You might regret it.” His fingertips dig in again.

“Mm-mm…” You shake your head, “I w-want—”

He interrupts you, “What do you want, pips?”

“Kiss me, kiss m-me r-right fucking n-now. I’m—” Interrupting whatever word may have come next, his left hand that he used to grab your throat quickly comes up from your chest, snatching your jaw and cocking your head to the side toward him.

Instantaneously, his lips are feverishly on yours—bruisingly, almost. Both sighing into the kiss somewhere deep from your chests, you’re moaning pathetically into each other’s mouths. At first, everything is a clash, teeth grazing each other’s lips...lips desperate and fumbling before you’re both able to calm and find a rhythm. Without a warning, his tongue is slipping into your mouth, his other hand still groping your right breast as the one on your jaw holds you tight against him.

Pulling you off his mouth by the grip he has on your jaw, “Get up. Get up right now.” In a rush, he’s ripping the blanket away from your lap and tossing it aside, pushing you off his lap and turning you around before dragging you straight back to him, facing forward this time.

Trying desperately to get your lips back on his once you’re straddled in his lap, he stops you. “Uh-uh, take all this off. Right fucking now.” Lacking the patience or restraint to wait for you to do it yourself, he’s tearing your shirt—that’s been stuck under your arms and tight against your collarbones this entire time—up and over your head, doing the same with your bra that has no clasp.

“Fuck—” he yanks you by the backs of your thighs, forcing you upright onto your knees instead of folded and sitting in his lap, his lips brushing your sternum, “I haven’t even put them in my mouth yet...”

Wrapping his arms tight around you, his mouth is quickly latching onto one of yours breasts, sucking your flesh hard. “Shit—ah!” Your voice breaks into an elicit, erotic whine, “Gege—t-they’re sensitive—nngh—!”

He pops you from his mouth, “S-sorry—fuck…” his mouth hovers over your other breast, “but…you did say whatever I want…”

You tsk at him, panting, while he grins up at you. “I’ll be more gentle. I’ll try... You taste s’good…” Unable to refrain, his lips wrap around your other bud while he sucks, softer—but still not soft.

Staring at each other—you down at him and him up at you—you feel shock…but can’t ignore the aching throb deep inside your cunt. “Nngh—m-my god…” Moaning into your skin, he shakes his head lightly, wanting, yearning for another moan from you—which he gets, easily.

Stopping the pressure, he lets his tongue flatten over the bud, licking from the bottom and over, pointing the tip of his tongue toward the end. Whining at the action, he flicks his tongue twice more. “Some other time…” he places a kiss to the side of your breast, “I’ll make you cum the same way, but with my tongue, okay?”

“Mmhm…just—let me kiss y-you, p-please—”

“Fuck—sorry—c’mere.” Supporting you by moving his hands to your hips, you sink back down into his lap. “So fucking pretty, look at you—” You don’t let him speak anymore, it’s too fucking much to listen to him.

“Mmmph…” Wrapping your arms around his neck, he’s groaning into you, holding you down firmly in his lap. You let your fingers lace into the hair at the nape of his neck, desperate for more, grinding your hips down onto him.

Pulling apart for air, “Fuck—this is so, so, bad—”

“Mhm,” you agree with a short nod, “I k-know.”

After kissing you again, “I can’t stop—don’t wanna stop.”

Moaning, you’re pressing your lips back to his, “Don’t.”

“Fuck—don’t fucking say that—I’ll...”

“Don’t stop.” Instinctively, you’re grinding down against him eagerly.

Gripping your face with both of his hands, he leans in and presses his forehead against yours, stopping the draw of your hips back and forth. His jaw noticeably clenches as his eyes snap shut, tilting his head just barely to the side, fighting helplessly against a deep, dark place rooted in careful, calculated restraint.

“Kiss me. Don’t stop.” His eyes open as soon as you make a sound, watching your lips speak carefully. How could he find restraint when you were saying what you were saying?

The answer was very simple. “Fuck—” Leaving behind whatever was left, he lets himself go—completely. Dizzy, you’re unsure which specific spilt second his lips end up back on yours.

Speaking between rash, hot, and wet kisses... “I need this…I need this so fucking badly…you have no clue…just how fucking bad…you think…you know…you don’t.”

“I do.” You’re both trembling, holding each other close, your lips brushing as you fight for air to make its way back into your lungs.

“Mm-mm, you fucking don’t. You don’t know the extent—nngh—so bad…”

Ignoring him, you issue a command, “Take off your shirt.”

He nods, “Mhm.” You scoot back on his thighs, helping him free himself of his cotton T-shirt.

“My god—” You run your hands down his chest as you wiggle back in. He snatches your wrists, lifting your arms up and pulling them back and past him until you’re off his lap again and your arms are dangling past the back of the couch.

He wraps his arms around your waist, his face back in front of your chest. He lets his tongue, completely flat, run between your breasts, up your neck, and all the way to your chin as you sink back down. Groaning loudly, “You’re so fucking perfect.” He almost whimpers, “W-why are you letting me do this…”

You shake your head, panting heavily, “Don’t stop.”

“Stop saying that... Fuck—!” Quickly grabbing the back of your neck, he pulls you toward his mouth, wanting nothing more than to have your lips on his.

Pulling you off his lips using your hair, he cocks your head to the side to get his mouth on your neck, biting you before sucking hard. “W-wait—” you’re moaning, “I-I—”

He realizes. Speaking into your neck, “Oh— What? Nervous he’ll see?” His blood boils, but it somehow makes everything better. Hotter. More sinful. “Fine. I’ll be a good boy, I’ll do what he won’t see.”

“That’s n-not—”

“Yes, it is.” He bites your neck again, not as hard this time. “It’s fine, you don’t have to lie to me.” Pulling out from your neck, he scans your panting form on top of him, “Pretend all you want. Look at you,” his hands land on your hips, tugging you down further, “grinding your soaked pussy on me.” You press your hands against his chest, whining. “Lie to me. Lie to yourself. I don’t care. Doesn’t change this,” he kisses you slowly, careful to watch the look in your eyes after, “does it?”

“Nngh—mmm—f-fuck—”

“Hmm…you know I’m right. So, go ahead, lie all you want. Doesn’t matter to me.” He grips your chin again, brushing his lips with yours while keeping an intentional space between them, “This does.”

You’re shaking violently in his lap, “God damn it. Y-you—”

“Let it out. Rage at me, if you want.”

“Y-you—!” You press your hands harder against his chest, tilting your nails into his bare, hot skin.

Fervently amused, “Just like that—mhm…scream at me, for all I care. ...I. Don’t. Care.”

“You m-make me s-so fucking angry.” Despite your words, you can’t stop rocking your hips down onto him—he feels too good and your skin is boiling beneath the surface.

“Mhm, that’s right. Feel what I’ve been feeling.” His thumb tugs your bottom lip down, “Let it consume you.” He smiles, “I welcome it all, with open arms.” Breaking his gaze from your lips, he stares into your eyes, “Nothing…” His thumb strokes your bottom lip while his fingertips still on your hip sink in, “Nothing you say...nothing you do, will change how I feel.” He groans, bringing his face closer to yours, leaving his hand on your face, “Can he say the same?”

“I-I—”

“Give me whatever you’ll let me have, and I’ll take it.” You knock his hand off your chin with your forearm against his wrist and grab his face with one hand, your thumb on one cheek, your fingers on the other, and your palm pressed firmly against his chin.

“Mhm,” you grip tighter, “that’s it…” He huffs out a laugh the more you squeeze—it’s all futile. “You started this. Not me.” You sink your nails into his cheeks until he winces, another laugh spilling out of his mouth. “You…not…me.” You’re scowling at him, vibrating with anger, “You look so pretty, all fired up. Angry with the truth.”

“You’re such a—”

“Go on. Let me have it.” You practically shriek, anger pouring out from your lungs. “You can’t take it, can you?” He smiles again under your grasp, “Just how much...you want me to fuck you. Claim you. All you have to do…is let me.”

“Ugh! You—!”

“Yes?” Not letting go, keeping your nails pressed into his skin, you crash your lips recklessly back onto his. He fights a heinous smile, letting his arms coil around you.

Panting heavily between kisses, “That’s it. Just…like…that.” Grabbing your wrist, he yanks your hand off his face, taking your other hand and placing them back around his neck.

In the heat of your kiss, you bite his bottom lip, hard enough that he lets out a pained wince mixed with a moan. “Retaliate however you want, I’m still going to fuck you until all you can think about is me. Only me. Got that?”

You’re so furious, so fucking pathetically hot for him—for his sinful truths that he feels no restraint in telling you. Tired of wasting time—tired of waiting—holding you to him, he stands up off the couch with you in his arms, but only to lay you right back down flat.

“Such a naughty girl...” His fingers coil over the hem of your shorts, yanking them down and off. “You know I’m right.” Before settling between your legs, he drops his shorts to the ground. The only thing left keeping any decency in the room—in the atmosphere of the situation—being the fact that both of you still have your underwear on.

“My god…” Making space between your thighs, he settles in, both of his hands gripping the armrest of the couch above your head. You let your hands run down his torso, feeling each muscle and how they twitch when you graze over them. “I’m going to fucking ruin you...”

He looks up from your body directly into your eyes, “You’re sure you want that, Meimei?”

You want to tell him to go ahead and try, but it’s too late. He’s already succeeded. You grab the necklace you gave him that’s dangling between the two of you, tugging down gently for him to get closer. Fuck it, you think, what could be worse than this dark, sinful rabbit hole you both already tripped and fell down? The answer was nothing. “Go ahead and try.”

“Oh—” a moan breaks from his throat, “I’ve created the biggest brat...” His voice is hoarse as he smirks, “Lucky me.” Letting his cock finally, even if clothed, press against your slit, “It’ll be so easy...”

You fail to speak through a moan, “S-shut up—nngh—”

Driving his hips forward, “No. I don’t think I will.”

“You—!” You’re silenced by his lips on yours, his hips still driving into your cunt.

Wedging his face into your neck, his arms bent and holding himself up, he kisses you intentionally softly at the behest of your silent request not to mark you. He groans deeply, “Every. Fucking. Night.” He bares his teeth into your skin but doesn’t bite down. “Every night. I think about this. Only this.”

Caught up in the moment, he never processed how incredibly wet you are, not until the pressure caused the slickness to seep and bleed against his briefs. He lifts his head from your neck, “H-holy shit.”

“You weren’t kidding, hm?” You moan to the feeling of his cock grinding against you, your panties verging on being well beyond irritating from just how pathetically soaked they are. The friction from his painfully hard cock and the soaked cotton dangerous. “Does he get you wet like this, Meimei?”

“S-shit…oh my god—”

“Hm? I want you to tell me…” You bite your bottom lip, shaking your head no—trying your damndest not to scream. “You’re so fucking soaked for my dick… I bet you’ve never been this wet before…all for me, huh?”

“I haven’t touched your pussy, I don’t think I even need to.” You let out a sharp whimper, reaching out to grip his arms, your nails sinking into his triceps. “Fuck—I wanna feel how wet you are for me.” He reaches down to push his briefs down only far enough to reveal his cock—you gasp at the sight.

“Nngh—Gege, p-please…”

There it was…what Caleb always wanted to hear: your plea. Specifically, your plea for his cock deep inside your pussy. You were utterly trembling, staring at and feeling his cock finally pressing against you.

“You know this pussy is mine, right?” Taking his cock in his hand, he’s intentional with how he rubs the head of his cock along the length of your slit. On his way back up, he makes short and deliberate strokes against your clit. “Give it to whoever you want, it’ll never stop being mine.”

“M-mmhm…” You’re gasping, reaching for any part of him that’s available to touch while he tortures you with his cock.

“Good girl…” He taps the head of his cock against your clit, moaning himself as he watches his actions carefully. Your panties are practically translucent, his cock gliding so easily against you. “Will you let Gege fill you up?”

“Uh-h-huh, p-please—m-my god…I c-can’t...”

“I can. You look so pretty. Totally helpless for my cock. Do you know how often I picture this?”

Staring down at the lack of space between you, you shake your head while swallowing harshly, “Mm-mm…tell m-me…”

Pressing his cock harder against your clit, he peels his eyes off your wet cunt to look at you, “Don’t fucking lie to me, you brat.”

“Nngh!”

“You know. You’ve always known, hm? Did you know I was outside the door the last time he was here?” Weakly, still staring down at his cock, you nod. You did know. “Mhm…thought so.” Groaning, he won’t stop rubbing his cock on you.

“P-please—oh m-my fucking—nngh!”

His voice becomes completely hoarse, his eyes back on your twitching cunt and his cock still grinding against you, “Can I take these off?”

“Fuck—y-yes, p-please. They’re so w-wet—it a-almost hurts…”

“Awh, poor pips, I bet it does. Let Gege help you, yeah?” Despite what he says, he continues to drag his cock against you, enjoying the look of helplessness etched onto your face.

“Mmhm…s-shit—y-you—” He grins, still dragging his throbbing cock along the length of your slit, “S-stop it, y-you—! Y-you’re—”

“Sorry, can’t help myself…s’fucking wet…even through these…”

Needing to change the situation, “Mmm—d-don’t you wanna feel m-me?” His eyes snap up to yours and he finally stops.

After peeling your completely ruined panties off, he lets out an extremely deep sigh, wedging himself down low between your twitching legs.

Your thighs instinctively try to close, “Ah, ah. Let Gege see. You’re so fucking cute.” He spreads your slit with two fingers, “Oh, I should go kill him…right now…” He shudders, “Look at this. So puffy and so swollen,” he tsks, “and I didn’t even properly touch you.”

“So pretty…” Watching you carefully while you squeeze your breasts with your own hands in anticipation, staring down at him, he lets his tongue jut out, barely brushing the hood of your clit. “Mmmph…”

Holding your eye contact, he lets his tongue dip down toward your entrance, slow in how he moves up until he lands on your clit. “Tastes fucking amazing, too, I knew you would...”

“You really are so fucking mean for letting him fuck this pretty pussy and not me, hm?” Taking his mouth back to you, you’re moaning pathetically, more so at his words than his actions. His actions, too, but…his words create such a sick, nauseating thrill throughout your entire body. Massaging your clit with his tongue, he barely stops to speak, “Aren’t you?”

“Mmhm—nngh—f-fuck—Caleb!” All you can do is watch.

“I just want what’s fair…” he coos, barely tapping your clit with his tongue, “can you blame me?”

Panting pathetically, “Mm-mm—n-no.”

Spreading you with his fingers again, “No one worships you like I do.”

“I k-know…”

“Then why are we doing this only just now, hm?”

“I-I—”

“Shh, it’s okay. You don’t have to answer.” Between each utterance shared, he’s been delicately licking your clit in between, causing you to twitch, tremble, and moan each time. “You really are so soaked…it’s fucking insane…”

“All for me…all for Gege, hm?” He lets out what starts as a groan but becomes a growl deep from his throat. He wants to stay planted right there—all night—but he also wants—needs—his dick back on you.

Obeying his desires, he comes back up, planting his hands back on the armrest of the couch. Without the use of his hands, he lets his length slide easily between and against your messy slit—completely fucking drenched—with a slow torque of his hips.

He moans so damn loud when he first makes contact with you, his vicious, frequent dreams becoming a reality right before his very eyes. It’s too fucking much.

“Fucking hell, I want my mouth on you so bad but I can’t keep my dick off you... It feels too good.” He groans, “S’fucking good, you have no idea…”

“It d-does…” Your eyes share glances between his cock and his face, his brows knitted and his face focused entirely on not cumming on you.

You buck your hips up, “P-please, put it i-in—s-stop teasing m-me…”

He smiles, fighting back another groan, “No, not yet. I think you fuck him while I’m around to drive me crazy. To push me until I do this…”

“Caleb—f-fuck—put it i-in…”

“No. You’re too cute, I want to hear you begging a little longer...” You’re stuck, slack and obedient to the grinding of his cock. “…To push me until I tease your pretty little pussy with my dick—”

Your voice is almost a cry—so fucking loud and needy, “You’re s-so mean!”

“I’m mean?” He laughs, “Oh, pips, that’s cute. So cute. You’ve got no idea... This is me being nice.”

“You’re the one who’s mean, teasing me... All. The. Fucking. Time. You walk around in little shorts, just your bra, bite me, hit me, bend over in front of me…” During his onslaught of grinding, he lets the head of his cock rest against your entrance briefly, causing you to gasp before he drives it straight back up toward your clit, slowly. “You even get your tight little pussy fucked while I’m home.” He releases a grunt, the head of his cock stopping at your clit, “And I’m mean?” He laughs—to himself, not you.

Your voice is a crude whine, “C-Caleb!”

“I’ll ask you one last time…where’s your boyfriend right now, huh?”

You can’t peel your eyes off his cock, “He’s not my b-boyfriend…”

“Mhm, sure.” He careful in how he lets his tip slow down by your clit, “If he’s not your boyfriend, then what am I, hm?”

“Gege…”

“That’s right…and Gege’s ready to take care of you when he’s not here.”

Only able to offer up a whimper, “Mmhm…”

“Look at you, already obsessed with watching my cock. Told you I'd ruin you.” You want to say something, do something—hit him—but you can’t...you don’t even bother to look at him. “Open your mouth.”

“Mmph—nngh…”

His voice is low, “Look at me and open your mouth...” Taking one of his hands off the armrest, he leans in closer, pinching both sides of the chain of his necklace between two fingers. “That’s it…” The pendant drops into your mouth, “Remember when you gave this to me?”

The metal is cool in your mouth, “Mmhm…” You’re dizzy...his cock still hasn’t stopped...

“You claim me, too, you know.” He groans, lowering further until he can get his lips on yours. Tilting up again, his necklace pulls from your mouth, “You’re mine. All fucking mine... Don’t you forget it.” You nod desperately and he suddenly appears completely satisfied, “Are you ready for Gege to fill you up?”

“Yes, y-yes, yes! S-stop f-fucking—” You gasp violently, “Mmm!”

Relatively easy due to the utter slickness now spread and covering you both, he pushes just the tip of his cock inside you.

Shaking from the feeling, you both stay silent a moment. He’s sure to look down again before back up at you to confirm that what he’s seeing—what he’s feeling—is actually real.

Maybe…this was your opportunity to turn the tides against him. If you could just focus—it’d be so damn easy to make him cum.

You draw your knees up, the shift in angle drawing his cock just the tiniest bit further inside until he’s practically wincing. “You’re b-barely inside, Gege—gonna cum a-already?”

“N-no—shush...I’m—h-holy shit—when I-I don’t move…it feels like you’re—nngh—f-fuck!”

Pulling your legs up higher, lifting your feet off the couch, you carefully grip the backs of your thighs, tugging until your thighs are pressed against your body. Fighting a moan, “G-go on, ruin me—l-like you said y-you would…”

“Mmm—mmhm…” Sinking a bit deeper, his eyes close and he takes a deep breath through his nose, trying so hard to concentrate. You let out a small giggle, watching his face carefully. “H-hey, quiet, y-you.”

“Mmm—” he sinks in more, the head of his cock and a little over an inch past finally inside, “f-fuck...”

“Gege, you’re s-so big, mmmph—” It didn’t matter how wet you were, the stretch was still overwhelmingly palpable, the head of his cock spreading you wide open in order to take him.

“Shh, d-don’t—stop it—nngh—”

Moaning, your fingers dig into your thighs, pulling up even further, hoping to encourage him to go deeper. “P-please—m-more—mmm—” Seeming to have calmed down some, he lets his eyes open again, his pupils blown and consuming all color in his eyes. “Better?”

“Mmhm…h-hardly—” Groaning, he lets himself sink further, a little over halfway now.

You’re gasping at the pressure, letting your legs go and reaching for his arms instead. “Closer—nngh—I w-want you closer to me.”

After a slight adjustment, he’s able to take his hands off the armrest, “Mmm…hold onto m-me, wrap your legs around me...” Nodding, your arms go up and around his neck and your legs around the low point of his waist, his arms braced on the couch itself now, your chests much closer together.

What he doesn’t anticipate though, is your heels pressing into his back, pushing him down—pulling him in. Once he’s completely inside you, you stay in a mutual silence after a shared loud gasp, “Meimei…your pussy feels s’good…s-so much better than I imagined—m-my god…”

“Y-you feel s-so good inside me—oh m-my—nngh—”

Pressing his forehead against yours, “I don’t want him inside you ever again—nngh—just me, always me.” He pulls back partially before pushing back in slowly—so slow that it’s almost excruciating to feel each inch of him stretching you, ripping a moan straight from your throat. “But—mmm—you’re s’fucking naughty…I know you’ll let him—even after this…” He does the same thing—but, pulls out further and comes back faster.

“F-fuck—!”

“God, you’re so fucking mean to me…keeping this from me…” His hips tilt upward during his most recent thrust, your brows knitting deeply as you moan vehemently. “Oh—” He smirks, thinking but not saying out loud: found it.

“K-kiss me, p-please.” You don’t have to ask twice.

Slow at first, eventually his weight comes baring down onto you, his hips thrusting at a careful pace—not too fast, not too slow—both of you exhaling through your nose as the kiss deepens. It was painful—just how much was behind this moment.

This moment was a complete surrendering. A surrendering to passion, lust, and a deep, all consuming love. It was easy to cloak such feelings throughout the night in lust and lust alone, but right now, that ability became less and less, instead being easily felt and understood in this particular kiss.

It was still easier, though, not to say so aloud, but to do this, instead.

Breaking away to gasp and moan, your head tilts back into the couch. His lips come down on your chin, the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your neck…nuzzling his face into you affectionately.

With his lips right next to your ear, “Next time his cock is as deep as it’ll go inside you…I want you to think about this…” Your hands move from his neck to his back, feeling his taut muscles before digging your nails into his skin. “Your pussy gripping me tight, pulling me in…begging me for my cum, yeah?” Helplessly, the mention, the thought...and the realization finally settling in, you buck your hips up to meet his, wanting nothing more than for him to fill you. “Can you do that for me, Meimei?”

“Nngh! Mmhm…y-yes—f-fuck, yes—”

“Good girl…” Groaning loudly, losing his grip over his ability to hold back along with a piece of his sanity, “Tell me…what do you want?”

“H-harder—nngh—faster—p-please…m-my god— I want—”

Doing just as you ask, his voice is hoarse as he fights his own release, “Go on…”

“Y-you to cum inside me, p-please—mmph—!”

Crashing his lips down onto yours, he holds on as long as he can, waiting, waiting until the very last second…waiting until you’re trying to turn your head away from him so you can breath. So you can scream, the repeated thrust of his cock leaving your legs shaking and your walls clenching around him until he can’t wait anymore.

But, even then, he doesn’t give you that opportunity to breathe, his lips still feverishly on yours, loud, desperate moans being exchanged between your mouths when you both finally let go—together.

***

The next—who knows how many—days are filled with frenzied impatience, waiting until the house is completely empty…just laying in wait to get your hands all over each other…to all the places they shouldn’t be. Neither of you could stop—it was the most thrilling feeling there ever was.

***

“C-Caleb—s-stop it—what are you—” A giggling mess, already having your legs over his shoulders, he clamps his hands down around the tops of your thighs above your knees and sits up—all the way to his knees, dragging you with him.

Completely upright on his knees on the bed, you’re dangling by your legs from his body, your head almost not even on the mattress, only barely resting there at an angle.

Still laughing, you’re trying to paw at any part of him, but you can’t reach. “Y-you’re crazy—w-what even—”

Staring down at you, his mouth hovering over your cunt, he smiles, his eyes flicking between your breasts spilling forward toward your neck and your gasping, giggling face.

“So cute…” Without another word and silencing your laughter immediately, he engulfs your curvature with his mouth, softly sucking on your clit.

“H-hey—mmph—s-shit—” Dangling from his body, you feel the blood rushing to your head and already creating a deliciously nauseating sensation.

Stopping only to lick a stripe up your slit, parting you further, with the point of his tongue, he drives his tongue into your entrance, “Mmph…”

“Oh my god—h-hey—! Nngh—” His fingers dig into your thighs while he watches your expression, slowing the in and out plunge of his tongue each time you moan. “Y-your tongue…mmm…m-my god…it’s—”

Pulling his tongue out from you, he kisses the top of your slit lightly, “It’s what?”

“S’fucking good—mmph—”

He smiles down at you again before circling your clit with his tongue, shortly after pushing his tongue right back inside you. “T-that’s—oh my god—”

“What?” He licks your clit again, “He doesn’t do this, either?” You moan and shake your head no, “My poor pips…I’ll treat you right, hm?” His tongue drags against the length of your slit again, the endless teasing driving a moan straight out from your chest, “I treat you how you deserve.”

***

As you slip your hands around his waist, his voice is a hiss, “Pips—”

“Hmm?” Your voice is lazy, sleepy. “…No one’s here…”

Without you seeing, his brows raise, “Oh—”

“You look so handsome when you’re cooking breakfast…for me, hm?”

You slip your hand underneath the hem of his sweats, “Uh-h-huh…” In a tank top, you find the skin available to you, and sink your teeth into his tricep. He’s quick to harden in your hand, “S-shit…”

“Mhm…you’re sweet for cooking for me, but...I want something else…”

At the soft stroke of your hand, he lets out a gasp, “Oh, y-yeah?”

Your voice is a slow drag as your hand glides over his cock, “Mhmm…”

Huffing a breath out from his nose, “…And what’s that?”

You let your fingertips brush the head of his cock before the whole of your hand returns to his base, “Do I really have to say?”

He drops what he’s holding, gripping the kitchen counter instead, a small groan escaping his lips. “Mhm, I wanna hear you say it…”

You press your face into his back, your free hand coming up toward his chest, your fingers grazing over one of his nipples, “...I want you to cum down my throat.”

“Geez—nngh—pips…someone woke up horny, hm?”

“Mhm…can’t stop thinking about last night…been wanting your cum in my mouth since then…”

“Fuck—”

It doesn’t take much longer for his sweats to be around his ankles on the floor of the kitchen and for you to be on your knees in front of him, taking him into your mouth. “H-holy fuck…”

“Mmhm…” The vibrations from your vocalizations have him a groaning mess, his thumb stroking your cheek while he stares down at you.

“S’pretty…good girl…” You nod softly, your tongue careful to glide and apply pressure to the underside of his length. “Mmm—your tongue—” Both of his hands wrap around the back of your head, not pushing or pulling, but just resting, his fingertips gently slipping into your hair.

Unintentionally—sort of, you bat your eyes at him, moaning against his cock, “Mmhmm…” He knows what you want without you having to say so.

“You’re s-sure?” You nod, scooting closer to him to take more. “F-fuck—okay…” His fingers grip a bit tighter as he pulls his hips back, careful and slow before pushing back in a little faster—not fast enough.

You grip the back of his thighs, pressing your nails hard into his skin until he winces, “Ah—! Fuck, s’naughty…you want Gege to fuck your face, hm?” You moan against his skin, pulling him forward. Lacing his fingers further into your hair, he grips you tight, “Alright…don’t forget you asked…”

As soon as he’s lewdly plunging into your mouth repeatedly, your eyes are practically rolling back into your skull, the hot, wet feeling of him hitting the back of your throat again, and again, exhilarating. He can’t stop cursing or telling you how pretty you look as spit starts to pool and drip from the corners of your mouth.

By the time he’s shooting his cum deep into the back of your throat, your eyes are watering, moans, gasps, and small gags coming frequently and easily from your throat. It doesn’t matter though, with him still wedged deep in your mouth, you swallow each and every drop of cum he has to offer you.

Curious for what he might do, fighting the fact that you’re dizzy and dripping, afterward you stand straight up, wipe your chin, and say, “Thank you,” with a wicked grin, turning on your heel to walk out of the kitchen.

“Woah, woah—you—!” He’s rushing to pick his clothes up off the floor and back onto his hips. Just fast enough, he’s stopping you by encircling his arms around your waist, his lips against your ear, “And where do you think you’re going, hm?”

“Oh, you know…back to sleep.” You’re biting your bottom lip to stop a smile from spreading across your face as a result of getting the exact reaction you wanted.

“Mmm,” his face nuzzles your neck, his teeth grazing your skin but not biting down, “but I haven’t had my breakfast yet…”

***

Already half asleep, you hear your bedroom door creak open quietly before closing. Without a word, a familiar, warm and cozy figure slips underneath your comforter.

You welcome his arms wrapping around you, pulling you back into his chest. “Mmm, what you are doing, it’s late…”

His voice is groggy, “Can’t sleep…can’t stop thinking about you…” He drives his hips into you, “Wanna be close to you…”

“We can’t, it’s late…we’ll be…loud…”

He chuckles quietly into your shoulder, “Mmm…we could risk it, hm? I’ve been wanting to test your ability to stay quiet…”

You giggle softly, both of your voices a continued whisper, “Oh, is that right?”

“Mhm…” His hand finds its way between your thighs, running up slowly until he lets the whole of his hand cup your curvature. “It’ll be hot…whaddya say?” Keeping his entire hand between your legs and over your panties, he lets his middle and ringer finger apply pressure to your slit, slowly starting to rub up then down before landing on your clit. You let out a small gasp into your pillow, “Hm?” You push your ass back into his already hard cock, “Oh? A silent yes? You’re already doing a good job at keeping quiet, pips.”

You stay like that surprisingly long, even when his hand slips beneath your panties to play with you, leaving small kisses to your neck. When tiny, needy whimpers fall from your lips, “Shh, you’re doing so good…”

“Mmhm…” You reach your hand back, finding the edge of his briefs and pushing down. He bites your shoulder softly, helping your hand in the process, shortly after doing the same with your panties. Neither his briefs nor your panties even make it past your knees before he’s slipping his cock inside you from behind. “Mmmph—nngh—”

Quickly, his hand comes over and around your shoulder to cover your mouth, knowing well what sounds you make when he fills you completely. “Shh…” You bite the edge of his palm, “Mhm…good girl…”

Despite everything starting slow, gentle, and deliberate, when things pick up in intensity, you’re fighting so hard to stay quiet. Sensing your impending failure, he pulls out, “W-wait—”

“Shh, lay on your stomach for me.” Giving you the space to do so, once you’re comfortable, he wedges his knees between your legs. As you arch to meet him, with his cock in his hand, he teases your entrance until you’re wriggling. When you whine, “Shush, you. Put your face in the pillow for me, yeah?”

As soon as you do what he says, he slips right back in and you release a less contained moan into the fabric of the pillow. His lips come right next to your ear, whispering, “Mmm, that’s it…good girl for Gege, hm? Can’t stay completely quiet, can you?”

***

This ended like how it all began…Caleb on the other side of the door, working himself into his hand listening in while Zayne helplessly…passionately…drove himself into your cunt.

But this time…it was wildly more exhilarating. He knew—and knew well—you were thinking about him now. How could you not? You were probably busy thinking about how as soon as Zayne left, Caleb would be sure to claim you all over again—to replace Zayne’s scent on you, with his.

You were his. You are his. Like he said, give yourself to whoever you want. It didn’t matter. All he had to do was start the process over again—each and every time.

The barrier between you both was broken—forever.

***

Later that same night…Caleb’s pulling you back from behind onto his cock, your hands gripping the counter in the bathroom until your knuckles turn white—the room still full of steam from the shower you just had. You purposefully left the door unlocked. You didn’t even dry off...

Once he’s completely inside you, your walls clenching down hard and repeatedly around him, “Was it good, pips?”

“Nngh—f-fuck—”

“It’s okay—like I’ve told you—you don’t have to lie to me.” Keeping one hand on your left hip, he continues to pull you back as he drives forward—again, and again—but his right hand snakes around you, easily finding your clit. “You’re allowed to say yes, you know.”

“Mmmph—m-my god—”

He smiles, staring down at you while you take him. “That just means this...mmm....has to be better.”

“C-Caleb—nngh—h-holy fuck—”

Staying completely inside you a moment, his left hand leaves your hip, switching to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking you back and up—forcing you to look at him through the foggy mirror. “Look at you, so fucking pretty—always. But, especially when my cock is filling you up.”

“Mmhm…”

“I bet you’ve asked him to do some of the things I do to you, haven’t you?”

“Mm-mm—nngh—I h-haven’t.”

“Liar. I have ears, you know.” His voice cracks into a loud groan, obsessed with the feeling of you. “Okay—this, I want you to lie about. Whatever the answer, you know which one I wanna hear.”

Pulling your hair tighter, his right hand that’s been on your clit leaves you, offering only the smallest bit of respite, that is until that same hand latches onto your right hip, pulling out to the very tip of his cock only to slam back into your needy, swollen cunt as hard as he can.

Your trembling body presses into the counter from the force, “Ah—f-fuck—!”

Tipping forward by bending slightly at his hips, he gets as close to the back of your head as he can, using your hair to pull you even closer back toward him, your back arching dramatically. “Tell me...who feels better?”

Your answer rings out into the small bathroom quick, “Nngh—y-you—!” It wasn't a lie—and he knew it, too.

“Mhm, that’s fucking right.”

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