Hello! I rlly love reading ur works and I have a nsfw request
Like chubby reader who is as perverse as caleb, bratty asf but when they get down to bed she's a flustered mess altho SHE WANTS THAT D!!! like fr and caleb is teasing the living hell out of them while rearranging their guts
Pls do this justice ( only if u wanna 🙂↕️🙂↕️, ty for reading this ask! Have a great day meow 💗)
⊹ ࣪ ˖♡ MATCH H1S FREAK!! ⟡ ݁₊ . ༘⋆
⟡ ݁₊ . ༘⋆ -- GENRE smut, porn with little plot
⟡ ݁₊ . ༘⋆ -- PAIRING Caleb x reader (has chubby reader in mind, anyone can read tho!)
⟡ ݁₊ . ༘⋆ -- REQUEST Oops forgot to add its soft dom cakeleb × power bottom reader. Jshdkshs his ass won't leave my head, have a great day again
⟡ ݁₊ . ༘⋆ -- CREDITS barlukovart on twt
⟡ ݁₊ . ༘⋆ -- WARNING fem!reader | explicit content | no guaranteed spoilers of main/side quests | established relationship | possible grammar errors | not proof read | pwlp | toy usuage (dildo) | oral (fem rec) | overstimulation mentioned | Pet names | author note at end <3
There was nothing more you loved than teasing Caleb until he snapped; your favorite way was pressing a thick dildo, molded after his cock, in and out of your creamy and sensitive pussy while he was in the kitchen. . your loud moans filling your shared apartment. You let out a battered exhale of air through gasps and whimpers of “Caleb”, eyes rolling back so far as your velvety walls squeeze and quiver around the thick base of the toy. One of your hands is pressed on the surface behind you, while the other busy itself by rolling harshly on your puffy clit— drawing even louder moans from your spit-glistening lips.
“Nngh—! F- feels sooo good!” You squeal out, pressing harder onto your clit, bouncing yourself faster on the dildo until the sweet heat in your lower belly is intensifying.
Your sopping cunt easily swallows the thick and fat size of the toy, the ring of white circles around the thickened base— evidence of how turned on you were. The hand pressed against the bed reaches up to you with your bouncing breasts, fondling the soft mounds. There’s a delightful tingle in your thighs, parted so wide but the pain melts into pure pleasure.
“C- Caleb! Mmp— ohfuck!” You gasp out in ecstasy, your fingers slick, making it easier for you to roll your engorged clit faster until you’re helplessly squeezing around the dildo. . so close to cumming until—
The door to your shared bedroom snaps open with a loud bang; he grips the door handle tightly, panting feverishly with his cheeks flushed bright pink, his eyes darkens as he spots you within a seconds. You squeal out, half mortified that you didn’t even hear him walking through the hallways, but also half aroused when you see that thick bulge in his pants. Caleb walks over quickly, pressing in your plush, lower belly to have sobbing in pleasure and falling in your back.
Caleb grabs the thick base of the dildo, one hand splayed on the underside of your fat thighs to press them onto the squishy rolls of your stomach— he pulls the toy from your gooey pussy, slamming it in deep and fast while your walls struggle accommodate such thickness of the toy. You squeal, tears springing in the corner of your eyes as you wrap your arms around your chest.
“Mmhh. . does it feel good, baby? Had such a fun time teasing me with those sweet moans, hmm?” Caleb groans out, eyes darkening even more when your dripping pussy lets out a wet squealchh of sloshh every time he buries the dildo to the hilt of your cunt.
You babble incoherently, toes curling up when the palm of his hand accidentally bumps into your swollen clit— eliciting gasps of his name. Fat tears blurs in your vision from the addictive sensation of the dildo streching you wiide, filled perfectly, with every thrust, walls spasming when Caleb pulls the toy from your pussy with a heavy dragg of the dildo against your aching walls— a cycle that has your back arching weakly from the bed, legs shivering and twitching from the delightful pleasure.
“Oh fuck, pips. . you’re shivering and trembling. Sensitive?” He coos out, his hands smacking against your flesh with a wet plap with every thrust.
You are already overly sensitive, crying out Caleb’s name loudly. A part of you regrets teasing him, but when he makes you feel soo good. . you wouldn’t mind doing this again.
“It’s t- too big! Haah—! fuck, too mu- much!” You squeal out, squirming lightly when you feel his breath suddenly pools over your exposed clit.
“Mmh. .” Caleb hums into your clit, lips engulfing the bud as he slurps and sucks noisily at the swollen bundle of nerves.
Your eyes roll back so far, goody walls quivering around the dildo tightly as white hot heat blinds your vision— your sticky juices squirting from your cunt with an obscure wet sound. Caleb stills lazily lapped at your clit even when you buck and roll your hips away, trading nibbling at the bud.
“Nghh! N- no more” you squeal out, trembling from your intense orgasm.
You sob out when the messy dildo slips from your cunt with a wet pop, Caleb drags the thick tip through your fat pussy lips— only dipping the tip into your needy hole occasionally. You cry out, wailing when he continues to only let the tip slip in, stretching you out, only to deprave you by slipping it out again. . repeating the process.
“Nooo. . need more! please d-don’t stop! S- stop teasing” You gasp out, rolling your hips widely.
“Oh? You don’t like it when I tease you, pips? You’ve gotten all shy on me” he grins, leaning to his your flushed cheek, letting the fat tip slip back inside.
This time, instead of teasing, he pressed the toy until it’s buried deep in your cunt. You breathe out harshly at the sweet stretch, shivering when it lightly presses into your sweet spots. Caleb quickly unbuckles his belt, thick cock slapping against his abdomen, beads of precum leaking from the tip.
“Mmhp— fuckkk, look at you” he groans out, cupping his throbbing cock in the palm of his hand, jerking himself off while you watch.
Instead of removing the toy from your pussy, he presses the tip of his cock against your puffy clit— still jerking himself off slowly while he fucks you with the dildo. Caleb groans out your name, dragging the thick tip of his cock against your clit in a slow manner.
“Nghh—! N- no! Gonna’ cum again!” You wail out, walls tightening around the filling toy.
“That’s right, cum for me again” Caleb encourages, slapping his tip against your clit.
You jolt and twitch, lips parted as melody of moans leaves them. You shut your eyes tightly, creaming around the dildo for the nth time. Caleb chuckles darkly, replacing the dildo with his throbbing cock— inch by inch dipping into your overstimulated pussy.
Caleb forced you into mating press, fat thighs pressed against your chest as you lets his weight collapse on you with every thrust. Drool seeps from your lips, you are a mess.
“More—! Harder—! Deeper—! Fuck me harder ‘leb!” You encourage, babbling out yes when does just that.
He moans at your words, eyes shut tightly while he lifts himself only to drop his weight on your body— letting his cock press deepp in your creamy pussy. The way you moan out his name so sweetly has his heavy balls twitching against the fat of your ass, promising to fill you full with his cum until it spills from your stuffed cunt.
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A/N This has been siting in my inbox for soo long, literally collecting dust (╥﹏╥) like I basically had the same plot for it planned out but randomly decided I was too lazy to write. . anywhores, sorry for the late respond but I hope you enjoyed it mwah૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა!
Okay, weird protocore phenomenon makes MC and Zayne swap their biological sexes.
Based on your recent blurbs, I think you can see the vision.
They’re fucking. For hours. Every position, everything they’ve ever done they’re doing again. Zayne comes out of it VERY HAPPY with his research, since he now knows your body even better than he thought possible. You are just completely fucked out with a slight appreciation for his stamina
Mmmmm Zayne with a cock ring?? Maybe nip clamps too? With that pretty collar and the leash wrapped around your hand that’s connected to the clamps too? So he eats you out and you’re just too lost in the pleasure of it all that you keep accidentally tugging on him, torturing his poor sensitive nips and making him feel a bit lightheaded.
Genuinely the more it hurts the closer he gets. Like he just likes it so much more than you’d ever expect? I feel like Zayne doesn’t even care if it hurts because he’s in so much pleasure eating you out it just feels even better
Synopsis: You can run from it, but are you ready to face the consequences?
Warnings: Free use, overstim, faux sympathy, dumbification, Voyeurism, thrill of being caught, teasing, degrading, praising, these boys are jealousss.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ Xavier
Xavier is like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Your snuggly little guy, playing the part of a perfect co-worker and neighbor!
Until he has you pinned under him, knees to your chest in a mean mating press.
“You just had to smile like that at Nero, hm? You truly cannot be so stupid, to think you wouldn’t end up in this position after that.” All you did was thank Nero for reports you’d asked him to obtain.
But Xavier didn’t like that.
And the punishing thrust to your cervix was proof of that.
“M’ ngh! M’ sorry! I can’t-Xav I can’t-“
You try to squirm away but Xavier only shakes his head at your pathetic attempts. He grabs both ankles in a single hand, bends your knees just so and-
You are sobbing, feeling him so deep in your tummy it almost hurts to breathe.
“Now be a good girl and I won’t treat that cute little updo like a cum rag. Don’t run again.”
⋆.𐙚 ̊ Rafayel
Rafayel was obsessed with your body in a nearly obsessive way. Especially when it came to how you bowed and cried under his care.
He has both of your arms pinned behind your back, his arm looped around them for leverage. The gold plated mirror in his studio showed each time his cock slipped in and out of you.
“I’m gonna pain this later, put it in my private collection so I have something to keep me company when you’re gone.” The sentiment would be sweet, if your thighs weren’t twitching from overstimulation.
The head of his cock sits a punishing pace against the wall of your cervix and you try to find leverage with your feet to escape.
Rafayel hates that.
He bends you forward, cheek pressed into the cold marble and drills into you with barely controlled lust.
“Aw cutie, I was giving you a good show! But I guess even the best muses need molded.”
⋆.𐙚 ̊ Zayne
Zayne has finally snapped. Between the bratty behavior and the audacity you had to stick your tongue out at him during his presentation to the board, you were done for.
Bent over his desk, he didn’t care that someone could walk in, he didn’t care that you were drooling over his stethoscope that probably costed more than your rent.
“Is this what you wanted? A strong, independent young woman to be degraded like a common whore?”
Why yes, it was.
But Zayne wasn’t letting up on his solid thrusts that sent you spiraling.
He’s ripped a 4th orgasm from you and the pretty polished nails (that he paid for of course) scratched at the wood of his desk.
He grabbed a fistful of your hair, lifting your face off the desk to growl into your ear.
“You don’t get to run from this punishment. Take it.”
⋆.𐙚 ̊ Caleb
Oh our poor sweet Caleb.
He wasn’t being very sweet right now.
How could he be? He’d caught you talking to Gideon a little too long for his liking. You were giggling all cute and shit, asking Gideon to take you on a ride in HIS aircraft!
So Caleb, being a sweet boyfriend, gave you a ride!
Well, that ride was his cock. His feet planted on the mattress while he held you in place with strong hands. His balls slapped the crevice of your ass and you were pretty sure his goal was to drive a hole straight through you.
“Smile at me like you smiled at him. Cmon Pips, cheeseeee!” His faux kindness made your eyes water. You tried to find purchase on his chest to push yourself off but Caleb swatted your hands away.
“Hands behind your back, soldier. You wanna act like a Barracks Bunny, I’ll treat ya like one.”
⋆.𐙚 ̊ Sylus
Sylus didn’t have to be fast or harsh with his punishment. But he was always thorough.
You’d ran off without his permission on a mission, yet again.
You returned to the N109 Zone covered in bruises. Now, after your wounds were tended to, he was lounging on the chaise sofa, rolling his hips into you from behind.
It would’ve been so sweet and gentle, if he hadn’t already wrenched 3 orgasms from you with his cock alone.
“Sy-“
His hand clamps over your mouth, index and middle finger grabbing your tongue. You drool over his fingers even as you try to push back on his hips to escape that feeling of lightning in your bones.
Sylus growls into your ear, taking his spit soaked finger and giving a warning slap to your flushed cheeks.
“Don’t ever run from me. I’ve chased after you for years, I’m not letting you get away now.”
Caught Between a Rock and a Hard Place (AO3; LADS)
NSFW, 18+ MDNI
Ship: Zayne x OC MC (w/ a dash of Sylus x OC MC)
Description: In an attempt to stave off grief, Astrid throws herself into work and investigation, desperate to uncover the secrets related to her family, Aether, and Onychinus. During a visit to Snowcrest, an almost kiss turns into fixation and a deeper sense of longing. After a dangerous trip into the lion’s den, an actual kiss stirs confusion. Upon receiving a less than preferred reaction, or lack thereof, at the mention of said kiss, days pass. Until eventually, a weary and distressed doctor shows up at her door late at night after a long shift. How many barriers long built up between them can this pair knock down in only one night? What consequences come after?
You can find and read the entire fic here! ദ്ദി(˃ ᵕ ˂ ദ്ദി)
Chapter 1: Linkon; Chapter 2: Snowcrest; Chapter 3: The N109 Zone; & Chapter 4: Return to Linkon.
A/N: Please enjoy this Zayne x OC MC fic with a dash of Sylus! As a long-retired fic writer, I love to see the space booming with enthusiasm and wanted to throw my hat back into the ring! Enjoy, hunters! xoxo
Main Story spoilers ahead. Specific spoilers for Under Deepspace: Under Twilight & Eternal Aurora; Long Awaited Revelry: Ambiguous Chaos & Breakthrough; Prologue to Tomorrow: Thorns Under the Moon; & Sylus’ Bond Story: Midnight Stealth.
This work is best suited for those fully familiar with the Main Story up until the start of Prologue to Tomorrow. (Expect lots of context and quotes from Main Story, alongside changes. This work is essentially an interwoven retelling of Main Story! The work is first person, past tense. The OC MC has a name: Astrid.)
Spice in Chapter 3: The N109 Zone & Smut in Chapter 4: Return to Linkon. (Hot take: none of LIs, nor MC, are virgins. Are prior sexual experiences addressed explicitly? No. Does everyone involved know what they’re doing? Yes.)
Preview: Find a short preview of each chapter below! ৻ꪆ
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Chapter 1: Linkon
The overwhelming strain of mind and body began at my refusal to accept that what had happened to me, to my family, was just an accident. I was pushing too hard, or at least, that’s what everyone kept telling me.
“Take care of your health first.” Captain Jenna reminded me. Those kind yet stern words rang in my ears. She meant well—I knew she did—but I couldn’t resist the growing frustration from within. I surpassed being sick and tired of hearing similar sentiment; I had grown to hate it. “Then,” she continued, “you’ll have the energy to do other things.”
But the truth was, I hadn’t pushed hard enough. If I had, I was confident I’d have answers. If I had even a fraction of an answer…maybe then, I would’ve let myself rest. The guilt and grief had been far too much to bear, and the endless drive to find such answers kept me afloat.
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Chapter 2: Snowcrest
Choosing against embracing a brief silence, he cleared his throat, “Don’t at me like that…” He commanded, blinking a few times, now quiet and less confident.
“Like what?” I asked in an uncontrollable whisper, feeling the air thicken. His unease allowed me to embrace his longing, which I had never accounted for until now.
“Like that.” He emphasized, delicately narrowing his eyes at me before relaxing them again. Despite his words, he shifted in his seat again, getting closer to me this time, his knee brushing against mine.
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Chapter 3: The N109 Zone
“Ugh! You’re infuriating!” I aggressively pushed past him, trying to ignore the warmth under my hand as it came in contact with his chest.
“And you…” He trailed off while I walked past him. A momentary silence following from his end caused me to grimace, and I let my curiosity entice me to look over my shoulder at him. “…are delicious.” He rasped when we made eye contact, swiping his thumb across his bottom lip.
I pursed my lips in annoyance, the desire to fire back burning inside me, but decided it was better to not give in and instead, turned on my heel and left the room.
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Chapter 4: Return to Linkon
Gripping my chin tighter, he tilted my head ever-so-slightly to the side, leaving a gentle kiss on the corner of my mouth, “Once…” then another on my cheek, “Twice…” and another toward the edge of my cheek, closer to my ear, “Three times…” Insomnia, huh?
Sharp, rapid breaths fell from my parted lips, my chest swelling with each sultry use of simple language. He lowered and placed soft, slow kisses up and along my jaw until he reached my ear again. “A hundred times, even.” He whispered seductively, his breath washing over my ear, jaw, and neck, leaving the places he kissed feeling like they had been set on fire.
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Song Recommendations:
The song that, to me, encapsulates the work as a whole: Black Sea - Natasha Blume
Chapter 1: Linkon
See You Again - Isabel LaRosa (Caleb .·°՞(˃ ᗝ ˂)՞°·.)
HAUNTED - Isabel LaRosa (Caleb ૮◞ ‸ ◟ ა)
butterflies - Isabel LaRosa
praying - Isabel LaRosa
Chapter 2: Snowcrest
Closer - Isabel LaRosa (ZAYNE!!!)
more than friends - Isabel LaRosa (also encapsulates the work)
HEARTBEAT - Isabel LaRosa
Destroy Myself For You - Isabel LaRosa
Chapter 3: The N109 Zone
eyes don't lie - Isabel LaRosa (SYLUS!!!)
older - Isabel LaRosa (SYLUS!!!)
Good For You - Isabel LaRosa
Muse - Isabel LaRosa
Chapter 4: Return to Linkon
i'm yours - Isabel LaRosa
Favorite - English - Isabel LaRosa
Famous - Isabel LaRosa
Scream My Name - Thomas LaRosa (ZAYNE!!! (”˚☐˚)/)
I discovered these artists toward the end of my writing process and wow, they're amazing! I hope you enjoy the tunes if you choose to indulge them and if you do, go support the artists! ৻ꪆ
Zayne was never the type of person to show his affection openly towards you in public. Sometimes, his hands would secretly find their way to hold yours during a gathering, his thumb brushing against your knuckles, before pulling away when another person approaches to converse with the two of you. Other times, when he is presenting his research to an audience, he immediately seeks your presence, and when his gaze meets your eyes, it is as if the two of you had a telepathic communication, telling each other "Hi," using your eyes and minds.
You, on the other hand, were never bothered by Zayne's subtle ways of showing affection in public, because you have seen how his gestures become a little louder when you are both on a date, or simply spending time with each other.
For instance, like peeling your food.
It started so naturally that you couldn't even remember when it became a habit.
The first time had been at a seafood restaurant, where a handful of shrimp sat between the two of you, the steam still rising from the freshly cooked seafood.
You stood up from your seat. "Ah, I forgot. I'll wash my hands first."
But when you came back, as your eyes landed on the table, some of the shrimp had already been peeled, with their shell discarded and tails removed.
As you sat at the table, every deshelled shrimp found its way on your plate instead of his.
"Um, Zayne, aren't you going to eat?" You asked.
"I will."
"But you've put five of them on my plate already."
"... they'll get cold."
You opened your mouth to argue, but he simply nudged your plate a little closer.
"Eat," he said, not leaving any room for arguments.
So you did. And only after you were halfway through your meal did he finally start peeling one for himself.
Then came oranges.
"There are oranges in the kitchen. Our neighbor gave us some as gratitude for assisting them the other day," he said, standing in the doorway.
"Really? Ooh, that sounds delicious. I'll be there in a few minutes. I'll just finish this." You continued tapping, faster than usual. A few minutes later, you had already forgotten about it because you were preoccupied with work.
However, you heard a knock on your door, and Zayne came inside with a plate with peeled oranges sitting on top of it. And not to mention, there were tiny slices in the middle, as if the seed was already removed.
"Zayne..." You turned your chair to look at him as he placed the plate on your table. "Thank you. I'm sorry, I was too focused."
"Oranges are rich in Vitamin C," He took the water jug from the table and poured water into your empty glass. "Vitamin C will help regulate your body's response to stress." He then handed you the glass of water. "Consider it preventive care."
And the list grew longer after that.
Hard-boiled eggs, mangoes, and even pomegranates, which you insisted he didn't have to prepare because they took forever.
"Zayne. I swear, you don't have to. These take forever, you know," you sighed, watching him tediously slice the pomegranate, standing on the side of the kitchen counter.
"You worry too much," he replied without looking up. "Compared to surgery, this hardly requires any effort."
You let out a small laugh. "Why did you even buy this...?" You rubbed your forehead before smiling. "Still, thank you. I've been craving this like forever."
He glanced at you briefly before returning his attention to the fruit.
"I figured. You watched three different videos of people eating pomegranates the other day," he answered matter-of-factly. "I assumed it wasn't a coincidence."
Heat rushed to your cheeks, and your heart beat fast. You walked towards him and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind.
"If you keep doing this, I might get used to it and ask you to peel the fruits every time I want to eat one," you teased, nuzzling your face against his back.
He placed the pomegranate on the plate and turned around to face you. "If so, then I'll do it. As long as it pleases you."
There was no hint of annoyance in his voice, nor a sigh to let you know that he was inconvenienced.
If a fish had too many bones, your fillet somehow ended up being deboned before it reached your plate.
If your drink came with an unopened straw, he would unwrap it while listening to your stories.
And even if you decided to stop peeling fruits for the rest of your life, he would be the one peeling them for you.
To the eyes of others, Zayne seemed cold. But never in yours. Because with Zayne, you found love in deshelled shrimp, you found love in peeled oranges, and you found love in the hands that worked tirelessly every day, but never grew tired of taking care of you, even in the smallest ways.
a/n: sorry if y'all are allergic to any of the foods mentioned above! also, i need a zayne in my life tbh. anyways, there will be another zayne oneshot after this, but it'll take a while for me to write it.
this fic just popped into my head yesterday afternoon, and i couldn't stop thinking about it. sorry by the way, i haven't had the time to draft a masterlist post, but i'll do it as soon as i can.
also, thank you so much for the love and support. i love you guys. enjoy reading!
Warnings: soft smut, comfort no hurt, caretaking, pet names, creampie, cockwarming (kinda), cuddling, gentle kisses, gender neutral smut (no parts described)
Word Count: 588
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"M-More..."
"Shh, sweetie, I've got you."
You press closer to Sylus's chest, if such a thing is even possible. Your arms around his neck anchor you against him. His own wrap around your lower back, hands holding your ass and hip securely, but not tightly. You don't need anything rough right now, you just want to be cared for by him, filled and surrounded by him. You want to turn your brain off, and he's more than happy to provide.
He presses soft kisses to your neck. His breaths are so loud by your ear, keeping you grounded to his existence. His hips come up slightly, grinding up into you where you're connected to him. Whimpering, you try rocking against him, but he doesn't let you.
"Let me take care of you, beloved," he whispers, sucking a light mark into your pulse. "Let me make you feel good, hm?"
You nod, but he waits a moment longer. When you don't relax, he lets go of your hip to trail ticklish paths up your spine, drawing out shivers and goosebumps as he kisses your shoulder. His red eyes watch your skin raise down your back, half-lidded but focused entirely on you.
Slowly, he feels the remaining tension escape your body. Your arms slacken around him just enough to barely be holding on. Your weight presses heavier into him. He hums low. It rumbles through you. "Good, dove. I've got you."
He leans back into the pillows on his bed, falling deeper into their plush feathers. You don't worry about the sudden shift - you don't have to. You trust him too much to worry about opening your eyes to see what's happening.
His hips move in lazy thrusts. Wet sounds and heavy breathing mix with quiet whimpers and beating hearts. His own pleasure is the furthest thing from his mind. He presses into you in just the way you like it, drags against your walls so he’s rubbing against that perfect spot within you, reaches between your bodies to caress you where you're most sensitive in languid motions.
You could be there for all of ten minutes. You could be there for hours. It makes no difference when all you can perceive is him.
The build up to your orgasm is slow, but not teasing. You're not drawn to the edge and then forced away from it. You're drawn to the edge and he is there to help you over it. There to catch you when you fall. There to hold you as your body trembles and shakes and stars fill your vision.
You squeeze around him so tightly with choked out whines and whispers of his name on your lips. That alone is enough to drive him tumbling over the edge with you. His cut-off breaths and low praises beside your ear as hot ropes of his cum fill you to the brim. It's exactly what you wanted. Exactly what you needed.
His chest rises and falls with you on top as he hugs you to him. He kisses your head so tenderly, so sweetly, as he murmurs, "I've got you. I'm here. Breathe, sweetie, just breathe."
He's so heavy and hot inside you. It feels like you could burst. But you refuse to let him pull out. Refuse to let him leave you. So he stays there inside you, with your walls fluttering around him, for as long as you need him to, even if that happens to be all night.
18+ mdni | what happens when you use your safe word with the li’s? (separate)
TW. SAFE WORD USE (it’s gonna be diff flowers in this post), ROUGH s, oral (m + f), throat fucking, overstimulation, edging, s toys, anal, spanking, collar, leash, choking, restraints, guys like SERIOUSLY MEAN degradation, pet play, gagging, mention of nausea
ㅤꨄ︎ xavier
xavier’s been at it for hours, slamming his hips against yours as if he had a personal vendetta against your cunt. back folded into a deep arch as he bullied his cock into your throbbing entrance, he was thrusting hard enough that you nearly hit the headboard with each push of his length into your hole, a tear-soaked pillow being the only thing to cushion your head.
“such a dirty fuckin’ girl, already filled you up twice n’ ya still want more?” he groaned, rough hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. you shook your head, choking out a sob of ‘slow down’ to no avail.
he grabbed your hair in a makeshift ponytail, pulling you towards him until the back of your head rested on his shoulder. “want me to slow down? nah, i know you love it when i fuck you like a whore.”
tears spilled from your eyes as you searched for something to grab onto for comfort; the edge of the headboard, bedsheets, even his arm—anything to ground you as he fucked you within an inch of consciousness. xavier laughed as he watched you struggle, pressing down on your lower abdomen and moaning when your walls tightened around him. “say it. fuckin’ say you’re my dumb cum slut”
he punctuated each word with a bruising thrust, finally pushing you over the edge as you screamed out your safe word “bluebell”. his movements stopped immediately, the grip he had on you now gentle and holding you steady.
sobs wracked through your chest as he slowly withdrew from your throbbing hole, sitting you against the headboard before grabbing a tissue from the bedside. he wiped your tears and the sweat from your face before brushing your hair from your face, letting you calm yourself before daring to speak.
when your cries finally morphed into hiccups and eventually sniffles, xavier grabbed the cup of water next to your bed and watched you eagerly gulp it down, chuckling before stroking your hair.
“okay?” he questioned, voice a full 360 from just minutes ago. you nodded, beginning to apologize only for xavier to shut you down immediately. “hey, i was pushing it. i’m sorry, thank you for using it. why don’t we jus’ sit a bit, yeah?”
you nodded, appreciating the kindness and understanding from your partner. xavier sat next to you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as he stroked up and down your arm, listing the new plushies available in the arcade near your house to help ease the tension in the air.
ㅤꨄ︎ zayne
you vision went white as zayne drew another orgasm from you, wetness shooting from your cunt onto his eager face as his fingers continuously rubbed that one spot he knew all too well.
his lips attached to your clit, sucking vigorously as his long digits began to scissor inside your hole once more, your hips trembling under his grip. he laughed against your cunt, giddy at the reactions your body so easily gave him. “so easy for me, huh? don’t even have to try and i have you creaming on my tongue”
you whined his name, hands desperately trying to push away his head from your overstimulated core only for him to grab both wrists with his free hand. “you begged me to cum and now you’re complaining?” he scoffed, pulling his fingers out only to suck them into his mouth before roughly shoving them into you again. “we’re done when i fuckin’ say so”
“z-zaynie…please, need a break” you sobbed, heartbeat thumping in your ears as you felt another mind shattering orgasm coming. your cries only fuelled his ministrations, climax suddenly washing over you with your legs going limp as uncomfortable shocks ran through your body. just as you thought he was finally finished, zayne began slapping your cunt, drawing more spurts of fluid from your entrance. the cruel overstimulation had you screaming out “lilac” before you even knew it, zaynes insistent movement ceasing at once.
he wiped his hands on his pants, quickly moving up towards you and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “hi sweet angel. i’m so, so, so sorry, tell me what you need” he muttered between small pecks, pulling back to see tears welling in your eyes. his heart ached as he realized your current state was because of his actions.
“j-jus’ need a sec” you hiccuped, reaching for him and pulling him towards your side. “don’t wanna stop, just need a breather”
he let out a sigh of relief, nodding and quickly slinging an arm around you as you curled into him. your body trembled while the rise and fall of his chest soothed you, nerves slowly easing as each second ticked by. zayne stayed close to you, brushing his fingers through your hair and taking up the space you allowed him to.
ㅤꨄ︎ raf
your throat bulged with rafayels cock as he rutted into your mouth, groaning when your nails raked down his thighs. your head hung off the edge of the bed, the slap of his heavy balls against your face with every thrust making you dizzy with lust. you felt his length still inside your throat, a large hand stroking the outline of his huge cock over your neck.
“m-made for this, right? fuck you take it so good” his needy voice moaned, palms roughly slapping your tits before he started his movements again. “loosen up for me princess, breathe through your nose like i taught you”
you tried to follow his instructions, lungs burning as your nostrils flared with effort, trying to inhale any air you could. your hands began to shake as you started to push his hips away, unable to suck in any air with his steady presence over you. he laughed before withdrawing his cock from your lips, pupils dilating while watching you gasp for air.
just as you felt your body begin to calm down, rafayel slapped the tip of his length against your lips, motioning for you to open your mouth for him once more. you shook your head desperately, hoarse voice rumbling out “tulips” twice before he finally understood you.
rafayel immediately helped you up, a hand steadying your back as you continued to even your breathing. you pulled his looming body towards you and inhaled the familiar floral scent of his laundry, forehead resting atop his flowy shirt. the tightness in your chest eased as he stroked your back, apologizing for going too far. you sat like that for a few more minutes until finally moving back at the feeling of his body beginning to shake.
your eyes flitted up to find rafayel crying, his long fingers quickly swiping away the tears before apologizing. “i’m sorry, jus’ feel so bad i pushed you.”
you chuckled at the endearing display, pulling him next to you on the bed and trying to ease his overwhelming emotions the same way he did you.
ㅤꨄ︎ caleb
you watched with bated breath as caleb increased the pace of the bullet vibe inside of you, messy cunt dripping onto the sheets under you while your limbs pulled at the restraints he had you tied in.
he’d edged you three times already, punishing you for “laughing too hard” at your coworkers joke. this wasn’t new for the two of you, one of caleb’s favourite things to do being you tied up, begging and crying for him to let you cum. the sound of your voice pitching up while tears trailed down your face was simply music to his ears.
today though, you felt yourself rapidly approaching your limit, body beginning to shake uncomfortably as he ruined your climax once again with an evil grin.
“awww, what’s wrong pips? ya mad i’m treating you like a whore? maybe you shouldn’t act like a free-use slut then, hm?”
the mean words had your cunt squeezing around the vibrating toy buried between your walls, an intense burn running through your nerves as he raised the intensity to the highest level.
“wanna hear you tell me why im punishing you. let me hear you say you’re a brainless cockwhore”
a sob ripped through your throat at the cruel tone in his voice, body twisting as you tried to get away from the stimulation. his raucous laugh was your last straw, the word “sunflower” falling from your lips making him turn off the vibe completely.
you continued to shake as he untied your restraints, massaging the tired muscles as blood flowed back into them. caleb crawled towards you after soothing the red skin, gently laying your head on his chest and lightly patting your back. “did too much, i’m sorry baby” he whispered against your scalp, letting your breathing steady before finally sitting you up.
he wiped the tears on your lash line before grabbing the cup of water on your bedside table, letting you sip it slowly. after he was sure you were fully calm and back in your body, caleb asked you what you needed next, letting you lead his movements in a way you wanted.
ㅤꨄ︎ sylus
the sharp sting of sylus’ hand against your ass had you screaming, blood-red skin tender to the touch with each heavy hit he landed on you.
you intended for the night to end this way, hoping your teasing touches and annoyed glares would be enough to make him “punish” you. sylus knew this of course and was glad to fulfill your wishes, but he was unintentionally taking out his work stress on you as well. the month had been slow and while he didn’t have to worry about money, he still did. he was always concerned he wouldn’t be able to give you the life you deserved, so any time business was slower, his worries crept to the front of his mind.
his jaw tensed as you began to squirm in his hold, trying to wriggle out of his harsh grip to no avail. he scoffed at your movements, stroking the burning skin on your ass and watching how you flinched with every touch. “pretending you don’t want it when i can see how wet you are.”
you unconsciously squeezed your thighs together, shame filling you as you questioned whether or not you were sick for getting off to this. your train of thought was interrupted as he landed four consecutive slaps to your upper thighs and each cheek, a hoarse scream falling from your lips before you began to continuously mutter “roses” under your breath.
you weren’t sure if he’d even be able to hear you (he was old asf his hearing was leaving fr) but sylus immediately turned you over and cradled you in his arms, making sure to avoid the sensitive skin on your bottom. tears continued to flow down your face as he soothed you, mumbling ‘what a good girl you were’ and how he was ‘sorry he went too far’.
you let him carry you to your bedroom and lay you on your front, applying a gentle analgesic to the tender skin on your behind. after you were settled sylus climbed in next to you, gently rubbing your back and letting your brain quiet before asking what you needed next.
ㅤꨄ︎ valko
valko tugged the leash attached to your collar, pulling you along as he walked to your bedroom. “t-too hard” you tried to speak, quickly cut off by another harsh pull on your throat.
“dogs don’t fuckin’ talk—you wanna speak, you’re gonna bark like the bitch you are”
you were the one to bring up petplay, asking if it was something he’d be into. valko immediately agreed, listing off the reasons why he’d be the perfect pup until you corrected him and said you wanted to try it this time.
he easily fell into the role of a dominating owner, rough movements indicating he’d been imagining this for a while now.
you watched as he sat on the edge of the bed, waiting until you crawled between his knees before giving you your next instruction. “let me see your pretty tongue, puppy”
you hesitantly stuck out the muscle, eyes widening as he spit on it. you were about to swallow it until he roughly grabbed your tongue between two fingers, shoving another two digits down your throat and smirking as you took them eagerly. your eyes rolled back as he touched the back of your throat with ease, gagging when he pushed further.
you expected him to withdraw them at the first sign of resistance, but valko continued to tease your throat, forcing his fingers down and encouraging you to take them until you felt yourself preparing to vomit.
a gurgled version of “lilies” fell from your lips, valkos eyes widening before finally relenting and letting you swallow down your nausea. he stared in surprise as he realized he’d gone too far, apologies quickly falling from his lips before he scrambled for a tissue to wipe your face with.
you laughed at his antics before stroking his cheek, letting him know you just needed a break. he loosened your collar to give you more room to breathe, moving to get you a cup of water and letting you gulp it down before letting you lead the way.
18+ mdni. unprotected sex, creampie/breeding on caleb’s part, overstimulation, whiny caleb (sucker for it), kinda pussy drunk!leb, slight hair pulling and choking on sylus’ part, sylus likes it deep here.
sylus
you could feel it — could feel the heat of his attention, too intense like he's trying to bore holes on your back. sylus sat there leaning against the headboard, breathing sharply along each harsh push of your hips down on his cock.
it’s not everyday you get the chance to take the initiative, but sylus still lets you. how could he not? when he himself loves it when you do.
every corner of the room screamed obscene, a delectable mixture of sin and sensuality. the lingering smell of sex and symphonies of pleasure wafting through the air is an insignia of what had gone far, yet none of you bother to care about that.
“ah…f-fuck—so g-good!” you moan needily, hands fisting his skin to keep yourself sane as you bury yourself more in the rigidity he bores.
sylus doesn't moan, not yet, he’s a man of restraints after all. but the low grunts and groans slipping out from him urges your pussy to flutter from how his veins graze that familiar spongy spot that made your toes curl.
“sweetie…”
he licks his lips, chuckling as he busies himself from your lascivious performance beholding in front: how your weeping hole swallows him perfectly, to how your movements slowly turn sloppy. sylus pushes himself closer, his hands snaking to fist on your locks, tugging just enough to pull you closer against him until you feel the warmth of his uneven breath.
the sting on your scalp sent an electrifying shock of bliss through your spine. “what's wrong, kitten?” he coos, tone hinting of tease.
“sylus ’m tired…” you slurs, grounding against him continuously with that delectable cadence you'd started. “don't wanna stop but—but i want more…please.”
fuck. the way you beg almost snips the last string of his sanity he's been holding on to.
sylus just hums, then without a warning pushes his hips up slightly, purposely hitting that best spot that made you arch your back.
“you want me to take over?”
and god, how fast you nod at his proposal, eyes shutting from the indescribable friction he makes. god knows how much you've been waiting for him to say that. a smirk tugs on sylus’ lips as he watches how more desperate you've become, hips meeting his slower, almost teasing pace.
then slam, he pushes deeper within you again, coaxing a sharp gasp out of your lungs.
“words. i need to hear how much you want me, my sweet kitten.” he whispers, nuzzling in the skin of your neck to press a persuasive peck. it tickles, the warmth he egresses sends electrifying bolts of pleasure through your veins you can't help but hum euphorically — the sound coming out soft, raw, so submissive — that turns him on more.
“please, please…fuck me more, sy — want you inside me more, please…”
oh, sylus doesn't need to be told twice.
he curses softly, like a kiss in the air. his hand, from your locks, snakes down until he wraps it on the small of your neck. “good girl...” he praises, “lift your hips a little.” he doesn't ask; he orders you to, squeezing your hips for you to oblige, which you did — willingly.
like a reflex, he sneaks his arms around the back of your thighs and pulls you plush against the vastness of his chest until your stomach scrunches from the press of the heavy pair of flesh against your chest, locking his hands on the back of your head, holding you in a full nelson grip.
your face heats upon realizing.
“f-fuck—sylus this position—!”
he shushes you with a deep, smug chuckle, then slammed his cock more within you, balls deep.
“sylus!” a sharp gasp slips past your lips upon feeling the profound stretch. his size surprised you this way, too deep you could feel him in your throat, bluntness pressing snuggly against the depths of your core.
and only then did you manage to pull a low moan from him. “atta girl…” he murmurs each time he pushes his cock to disappear onto your greedy cunt, balls squelching lewdly against the wetness of your clit.
caleb
caleb can be greedy sometimes, especially when it comes to you. he's irresistible, using that indescribable charm of his at his advantage that always end you wrapped around his fingers.
‘one more’ he says for who knows how many times already, but you still let him—let him mess you up just a little more than you are at the moment.
“caleb!”
you gasp his name in finality as you let go of the knot within you, body languidly shuddering from the ecstatic release.
“fuckfuckfuck—oh my g—!” caleb couldn't suppress his moans anymore, too overwhelmed from the pressure of euphoria building within him as he chased his own impending crescendo. “‘m gonna cum—shit—gonnacumgonnacum.”
he's basically fisting the sheets as he drives into you, pounding you to the edge of oblivion as he pants incoherent confessions against your neck.
“please cum…please cum!” you squirmed and cried beneath him, your nails digging delectably onto his skin as you took all his desperation like the good girl you were for him.
only did he finally let go when you slide and scratch that erogenous zone on his lower back, eliciting a blissful surrender from him as he lays his weight above you. caleb stays still for a moment to catch his breath, whimpering your name like a mantra as he spills inside you, warm and thick, grounding his hips like he wants to reach the depths of you — insatiate.
“cay…—’s comin’ all out.”
it’s all too much, you can't help but shiver from the overstimulation he orchestrates, whimpering his name in broken spells.
he chuckles, that throaty, breathy kind that made your pussy flutter before pressing a prolonged kiss on your temple — a silent praise.
caleb then pushes his body up with a huff, muscles delectably tensing with his every move. slowly, deliberately, he unsheathes himself out of your enveloping warmth with a greedy groan, an evident globule of ivory spilling out as he does so.
“ah…”
damn, that sweet breathy melody he always coaxes out of you always gets him.
with your lackadaisical state, you watch him wets his lips with a quick flick of his tongue before you feel the warm brush of his palm against the back of your thighs.
“caleb?” you call him breathlessly, astonished at his ministrations.
he hums, sparing you a look — a long one —before hooking them over his shoulders, wincing upon feeling that familiar stretch against your weeping hole once more.
wet. hard. so ready.
“please, pips?” caleb breathes.
god, that ‘please’, like the sound of a man in surrender — his own way of charming you to agree, to let him mess you up a little longer. and you did, once more, let him drag you down to the burning desire with him.
so down he pushes, whispering your name blissfully as he slowly feels himself sink deeper — more than ever — within you. “breathe, pips. just a little more—ah dammit–”
“hah! wai—caleb!”
you squirm from the profound position, hands fisting the plush of your pillowsides as you bear in the indescribable stretch of your body. but caleb holds you still, lifting your hips up slightly as he braces himself to squat above you, a brazen moan slipping from his lips as he takes in your amazing flexibility.
“god—fuck—look at you folded in half, pips—so flexible, my good girl. y’gonna make me cum just by looking at you like this.”
you mewl at his praise, pussy fluttering the further he pushes himself deeper, kissing that bullseye that had your eyes rolling, swirling your sanity to oblivion. and with one last push they hit past your head, hips convulsing from the impossibly deep penetration as a sharp gush of warmth hit his pelvis.
“hah—caleb…f-fuck—”
you're a sweaty, gasping mess. heat immediately coursed through your cheeks as you take in the sight of yourself being folded in half — one fourth to be blunt. and god how caleb just came undone just like that, whimpering like a shameless man as he grounds himself against your sensitivity, spilling white hot ropes of his essence within you for the umpteenth time.
here's a special one for my applecrow (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
⁀➴☕︎ | your boyfriends sylus and zayne make up by making out on your pussy
It was difficult to believe they'd been arguing just two minutes prior.
But now, with your shorts hanging off an ankle and your legs spread wide apart, Zayne's right there. Licking a long, languid and very loud stripe against your weeping cunt, loving the way she flutters at his attention.
Zayne's focus on your pussy goes for a toss when the lips on his neck bite down with the intention to break skin before they're soothing the sting with their tongue.
"Once I'm done with her" Zayne pulls back to say, glaring over his shoulder "I'm going to come over there and kill you"
Sylus laughs, moving past Zayne and replacing his lips over your neglected cunt "Then we should make sure she has a good one, hm?" Suctioning his lips against your entrance before releasing with a pop, the squelching sound is obscene as you heave "Fuck, sweetie. Eager?"
You're nodding, whimpering as Sylus plunges his tongue in deep, curving it just right and making you buck. Both men watch with satisfaction as you squirm under their grip, unable to move away but loving the feel of being held down.
Zayne's kissing along your inner thighs, nipping and biting at the skin. The love bites bloom against your skin as he holds one quivering leg down while Sylus digs his entire face into your pussy, nose bumping against your clit.
You've got one hand in Sylus' silver locks, holding him in place while the other kneads your breast, sobbing at the way his tongue brushes against that sweet spot inside. Zayne has decided to divvy up his attention between both his lovers, lips tracing against Sylus' neck, kissing his jaw and chin before licking your slick spread over his cheeks off him.
Sylus pauses, turning his head to meet Zayne halfway, letting him suck on his tongue to taste you off him. He's got his hand in Zayne's hair, gripping the lush locks and pulling him closer, groaning into his mouth as Zayne massages his thigh, rubbing not-so-innocent circles a little too close to where Sylus wanted his hands.
"Filthy doctor" He's mumbling as Zayne pulls his lower lip between his teeth, tempting him with those glacial greens.
"Slutty mobster" Zayne shoots back, biting down on Sylus' lip before diving into your pussy now that the other man was successfully distracted.
You loved watching your boyfriends' foreplay. They could tell the other they hated their face while jerking themselves off to it. Or call someone every name under the sun even while they bent the other one over their desk. That wasn't to say they didn't manage to get you caught up between them everytime.
"You're so fucking lucky I love you" Sylus purrs, undeterred as he joins Zayne, kitten licking against your folds as you cry out.
Zayne lets go of your clit with a pop, turning those enticing emerald orbs towards his lover "You love me?" He looks at you where you're watching with some amusement "That's the first I've heard of this"
Sylus also grabs your eye from where he looks unimpressed at Zayne jesting "He thinks he's funny"
"As a matter of fact-"
"I think you should shut up"
"Make me-" Zayne never gets to complete what he's saying, not with Sylus trapping your pussy lips between the both of them and kissing Zayne over it.
He's moaning embarrassingly loud as he kisses Sylus around it, sucking on your folds that are trapped between their hot mouths. Tongues running over each other, the sounds obscene as they exchange saliva, taking turns to press down on your skin, gently nipping and pulling it between their teeth. They've got your thighs quivering, making you struggle for every breath as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
Zayne's the first to pull back, severing the connection between their mouth as his feverishly hot tongue strokes your clit, lapping at it before drawing it into his mouth. They're holding your trembling body down, fingers leaving marks into your skin from how hard they grip it. Sylus has his tongue inside you before you can recover from that, curving it just right and hollowing out his cheeks as he sucks your juices. He licks a lewd stripe up to where Zayne is toying with your nub before they capture it between their tongues, teasing you but more importantly, each other as you cry out in ecstasy.
"You taste fucking heavenly" Sylus is groaning, clearly out of breath when Zayne pulls back, grabbing a handful of your breast and massaging it with care and adoration "Both of you"
Removing his glasses that had been sitting askew on his face and drenched in your juices, Zayne is smirking as he pulls Sylus in for another frenzied kiss "She always does"
Zayne's got his fingers replacing where Sylus had just been, splitting you open for him again. Pulling back, the silver-haired man goes in for the kill, licking over his lover's fingers before he dives in, the debauched sounds filling the room as they push your legs wider apart. Zayne's joining Sylus and their tongues fight to be inside you at the same time before making up with your clit caught between them. The fluttering nub can barely handle the assault, you're none the wiser as you grab fistfuls of their hair. Not sure if it was to pull them apart or keep them there.
Your pussy is gushing and they suckle every drop between them, licking against your heated skin like it's their lifeline. You're so far gone you don't know which is which with one circling your pearly nub while the other laps at your folds, the squelching sounds mixed with your whimpers as you feel yourself climbing that high, the knot in your belly tightening to the point of pain. They swap your juices and saliva, open mouthed and downright carnal, groaning and feral at the sounds they're getting out of you as you weep in overstimulation.
Zayne flicks a glance at you, teary-eyed and dazed, mouth parched and body writhing "You're doing so good, baby. Isn't she, Sy?"
His agreement is hummed straight into your sopping cunt, making you buck your hips into his face. They each capture one of your lower lips between theirs and suck, the cool air hitting your most intimate spot and making you shudder.
When their lips lock above yours again, you're a goner as the knot in your stomach snaps and your orgasm washes over you with a vengeance, broken whimpers and sobs escaping you as the shockwaves from the climax leaves your entire body trembling.
Your boyfriends are too busy laving up every last drop of your release, tongues entangling with each other and sucking your taste off one other. Ragged moans caught between them, hands groping against pieces of clothing and digging in too deep into your thighs to the point of leaving behind indents.
Chins glistening with the remnants of your juices, they turn their gazes towards where you're still recovering from that high, delirious and euphoric. Sylus holds your gaze as he leans in to clean you off Zayne's face, fingers wrapped around his throat to hold him in place.
Your boyfriends know that watching them is enough to turn you on as Zayne turns his face, capturing Sylus' lips and taking a sweet, long pull. Icy emerald orbs glint in the low lighting as they notice the fluttering of your pussy, both from the aftermath of the mind-blowing orgasm they'd pulled out of you and for what was coming next.
Unclasping your bra, you slide off the sofa and join them on the floor, one hand on each of their thighs, rubbing innocent circles as you look at them from beneath your lashes.
Projecting for a moment to imagine a big gathering with Valko's family. There's loud, spirited chatter. Kids running and laughing. Clatter of plates and silverware and game pieces. Noise all around. People all around.
You don't even notice when you shut down. Your eyes are glazed over. Hands holding onto your cup or Valko's arm to have something to do to appear normal. Your polite smile has become flatter, more neutral, fake.
Valko tugs you along to meet family, to talk to them and introduce you and catch up. But he notices when you stop responding, looking around at the decor, crowding closer to him so you don't bump into anybody...
You don't even hear him excuse himself from the conversation with his aunt. All you do is follow along as he leads you through more of the house. The upstairs is dark and empty; everyone is downstairs socializing. You look at old pictures lining the hall as he leads you into a side room.
It's immediately quieter once the door is closed. The bed is made. The desk is half-tidied with pens and pencils and notebooks shoved to the side. The walls are plastered with posters about tech or robotics or the odd silly wolf art. You feel like a stranger. Like an intruder in this sacred bedroom that looks mostly untouched since a certain young student was living here.
Valko guides you over to the bed, pulling you down with him until you're both laying down and he's holding you in his arms, sharing the same flat pillow. "It got a bit much down there, huh?" he says, teasing but not judgemental. He nuzzles his cheek against your hair, breathing you in deeply. "Let's just stay here for a bit."
You blink, as if slowly coming back to your body. "Won't they notice we're gone?"
"They'll understand," he promises. "It's a lot of people - it gets rowdy. We all need a minute away sometimes."
"I'm sorry..."
"Don't be. Just means I get to have you all to myself." He smirks as he squeezes you tighter. "Tell me next time you get overwhelmed, doll. A sign or something, like, squeezing my hand. I'll always be happy to hide away with you."
i find that whenever i'm the loneliest is when i yearn for caleb the most.
though it could be seen as borderline toxic, having his company all the time would be so soothing and reassuring. if you struggle in social situations or with leaving your room, you'd be able to accompany caleb wherever he goes, mirroring his mannerisms and patterns of speech until you can socialize just as well as him. leaning on him like a tomato plant leans on wire to grow into your full potential.
you would trail behind him like a little duckling, doing your best to adjust to the world outside your little bubble. he'd find it so cute when you hover just a step behind him, letting him take the lead when the choices overwhelm you. he'd love looking behind him and seeing your wide eyes looking to him for reassurance.
for a short while, you talk to others like a little copy of him, parroting his commonly used greetings and the tone he frequently takes. caleb would adore seeing you try so hard to be like him, seeing the clear admiration in your eyes as you watch him socialize with ease. you often catch him watching you talk to people, a barely restrained smile on his face. he finds you adorable.
he would give you the opportunity to try so many new things you never would have had the courage to on your own. and he would be so proud, knowing that because of him, you grew from a timid little sprout into a sunflower, bright and no longer held back by your fears.
you would be seen by outsiders as an inseparable pair, as more often then not, you're together. if he's invited to a party, it's assumed that you are as well, and vice versa. if anyone needs to pass a message along to caleb and they see you, they'll just tell you instead. if someone needs to return something of yours they borrowed and they see caleb, they'll just give it to him.
and though the two of you have grown a group of friends, you always choose to lean on caleb. it's second nature to nudge the shoulder of the man beside you and ask for whatever you may need, knowing that no matter how quietly you speak, he'll always hear you. having him as a constant in your life, knowing that no matter what, he'll never waver in his devotion to you.
NERD! ZAYNE TEACHING THE GUYS HOW TO MAKE YOU CUM, SQUIRT AND OTHER TRICKS part 5.
Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 3 here Part 4 here
CW: Smut. Oral. P in v. Dirty talk. Jealousy. 🔞MDNI🔞
Your thighs still ached from Wednesday. Thursday you'd walked across campus with your hip cocked wrong, teeth gritted, praying nobody would ask why you were limping. You took the long way to your first class just to avoid the stairs. That took effort. Hiding from Caleb took more.
A week of it now. A week of catching sight of him near the library or across campus and ducking behind whatever was closest. A pillar. A food truck. A cluster of strangers you pretended to know. Once you'd hidden in a bathroom for eleven minutes waiting for him to clear the hallway.
Today was Saturday. Simone's birthday, the one you'd been planning with her for two weeks, color coded playlist and all.
You knew who'd show and who wouldn't. Zayne never came to anything with more than five people in a room; he'd send a gift and a text. Sylus would be there past midnight like the party had been waiting on him, which, in fairness, it usually was. Rafayel was still out of town and Xavier —Xavier had walked you to class yesterday and mentioned that he had a test to study for.
He hadn't brought up Wednesday. Hadn't asked for a repeat. He seemed happy just walking beside you in silence, matching his pace to yours, and that was enough. You were relieved because your thighs couldn't take another round like that. He'd made you cum more times than you could count and you'd blacked out before his second orgasm. You woke up to him wiping you down with a warm cloth, humming something under his breath.
And still. You missed Caleb.
He was the only friend who'd been there since high school, back when he felt like a brother —carrying your backpack when your arm was in a cast, threatening a guy who stood you up sophomore year. Then something shifted senior year, some line neither of you named, and it took root over the summer before college and never let go. He hadn't texted you all week. Not once. Not even a meme, not even the thumbs up emoji he used when he couldn't be bothered to type words. That had never happened before, not even the semester he broke his wrist and had to write messages one finger at a time.
You got to Simone's early to set everything up. Gideon showed up a couple of hours later hauling two bags of ice against his hip and Caleb wasn't with him. That was wrong on its own. Those two attended every party together.
"He's coming," Gideon said, before you'd even asked. "Said he had something to take care of."
The party filled up fast after that, someone's playlist too heavy on bass. You stayed near the kitchen with a cup you angled just right so you could watch the door without looking like you were watching it. By the second hour your stomach had knotted itself tight enough that you'd stopped tasting your drink.
Then he walked in.
Not alone. A girl had her hand curled around his arm, up on her toes to say something against his ear, dark hair falling over her shoulder as she leaned in. He laughed at whatever she said, that laugh you'd have recognized anywhere, head tipping back just slightly.
You didn't stay to see if he'd notice you. Cup abandoned on the counter, bag already in hand, the last thing you saw before you were out the back door was him still bent toward her, listening and laughing.
It was cold outside. Colder by the time you'd cut halfway across campus, arms wrapped around yourself, and ran into Greyson. One of Zayne's friends from pre med, someone you'd shared a class with and one very unfortunate group project. He took one look at you shivering in your thin top and shrugged his jacket off without asking.
"Here. You'll freeze before you make it back to your dorm"
"I'm fine," you said, already pulling it on.
He laughed and fell into step beside you anyway, talking about an anatomy exam he was dreading and his girlfriend's alarming obsession with plushies. Easy conversation that didn't ask anything of you, that let you nod and half listen while your mind kept circling back to the door, to the laugh, to the girl's hand on his arm.
At your door he said goodnight and jogged off toward his building as you went inside to let the quiet close over you.
You tossed the jacket over your desk chair and started peeling off your shoes when your hand brushed something hard in the pocket. Keys. You fished them out, it was a single silver one on a carabiner with a chewed up rubber duck keychain.
Not even ten minutes later, someone knocked.
You smiled, already reaching for the keys on your desk. Of course he'd come back for them. You scooped them up, grabbed his jacket and draped it over your arm and pulled the door open, keys dangling from your fingers before you'd even looked up.
"A bit soon to be giving me the keys to your place, don't you thi—?" it was meant to be a joke.
Caleb stood in the hallway, hands shoved in his pockets. His eyes went from the keys swinging from your hand to the jacket slung over your arm, and back again. Whatever smile he'd walked up with was already gone.
"Whose is that?"
His voice had lost the party in it. Gone was the easy tone, replaced by something flat that landed somewhere in your belly.
You knew that tone. Dug in. Stubborn. It was the same voice he used when men tried to put their hands on you. You'd forgotten what that sounded like until now.
Something reckless flared up under your nerves. Days of avoiding him and now he was standing in your doorway looking at you like that. You leaned your shoulder into the frame, unhurried.
"Just a friend's," you said, letting the jacket slip a little on your arm so he'd notice how big it was. "He walked me back from the party. It was cold."
"A friend."
"Mm-hmm." You tilted your head, biting back a smile you didn't try very hard to hide. "Nice guy. Gave me his jacket without me even asking."
"Did he?"
"He did." You shrugged, one shoulder, watching the muscle in his jaw tighten. "Very sweet, actually. I might keep it."
Caleb moved, one step, closing half the distance between you, and you found yourself backing up without deciding to.
"What's his name."
"Why does it matter?"
"I just want his name."
"Jealous?" The word came out lighter than you felt. You tipped your chin up, daring him.
His eyes narrowed. "Should I be?"
You didn't answer. You just held his gaze, arms crossed loosely, jacket bunched against your ribs, and let the silence do the talking. You'd meant it as a tease. It landed like a confession.
Caleb's hand caught the door before you could think to close it, and stepped over the threshold like he had every right to be there. The door closed behind him with a heavy sound that cut off the hallway light and the cold.
"You've been running from me all week," he said.
"I haven't—"
"Don't." One word, quiet, and it stopped you cold. "I saw you by the food truck Tuesday. Wednesday you turned around and walked into a building you don't even have class in. Today you bolted out the back door the second I walked through the front." He took another step. You were nearly at your desk now, nowhere left to go. "So don't tell me you haven't been running."
Your ass met the edge of the desk. He didn't stop until there was almost nothing between you, close enough that you caught the cold night air still clinging to him, and under it, the same warm cedar smell you'd have known blindfolded.
"Maybe I like it when you chase me," you said, the teasing thinner than you wanted it to sound.
Something shifted in his face. "Yeah?"
"Maybe."
He leaned in, slow, until his mouth hovered a breath from yours, close enough that if either of you moved even slightly you wouldn't be able to help it. Your heart was beating hard against your ribs.
"Say that again," he murmured.
You didn't say anything at all.
"Maybe I should go find him, thank him properly for lending you his jacket."
"Caleb—"
"What's his name?" A ghost of a smirk, infuriating. His nose brushed yours, and you nearly closed the gap yourself before he pulled back a fraction, just out of reach.
"You're impossible."
"You like impossible." He tilted his head, closing in again, slower this time, until his lips almost grazed yours and then he stopped there too, breath warm against your mouth, watching you through half lowered lashes. "Tell me to stop."
"Stop," you whispered, and it came out all wrong, breathless instead of firm.
"Try again." He was smiling now, a smile that didn't reach his eyes so much as darken them. "Say it like you mean it." he pulled back again, like he had all the time in the world and you had none.
Your fingers curled into the front of his shirt "You're doing this on purpose."
"Obviously."
He came in again, and this time you swore his mouth grazed yours, barely, gone before you could be sure it happened at all. A soft, frustrated sound climbed up your throat.
"Caleb."
"Yeah?" he still hovered there, he needed you to break first.
Fisting his shirt, you hauled him down and crashed your mouth into his.
He groaned like you'd finally given him something he'd been starving for, one hand sliding into your hair, the other gripping your waist and pulling you flush against him. The jacket dropped from your fingers, forgotten on the floor. He kissed you like the last few days had been sitting in his chest the whole time, like the wait had worn through whatever control he'd been holding onto.
He walked you backward until your knees hit the mattress, and when you sat down hard he followed you down "No more running," he said against your jaw "Not from me."
Your fingers shook, but the urgency in your chest didn't leave room for nerves to win. You caught the hem of his shirt and pulled it up his torso, and he lifted his arms without being asked, letting you drag it off and drop it behind you. You slid your hands down to his belt and he took over from there, working it loose himself, shoving his jeans down with one impatient kick until he was standing in nothing but his underwear.
The fabric strained. The thick outline of his cock was impossible to miss.
You didn't mean to stare and he didn't give you time to. He leaned over you, pulling your top over your head in one motion, and his hands went around your back a second later, unhooking your bra like he'd done it a hundred times in his head already. The marks Rafayel had left were still faintly there. You didn't notice him catch sight of them, you were too busy working your jeans down, kicking them off.
The room's light hit the bruises on your inner thighs.
Caleb went still. His breathing turned loud and something crossed his face you'd never seen on him before, not once in all the years you'd known him.
"Who?"
It wasn't even a full question. You couldn't answer it. You couldn't even lift your eyes to his, heat crawling up your neck, half shame, half something closer to fear.
His hand found your jaw, careful even now, but firm enough that you couldn't look away from him.
"I'll find out either way"
You said nothing. Your mouth stayed shut, lips pressed together, and he pulled back like he meant to walk away from the whole thing. Panic shot through you and you grabbed his forearm, held on.
"It wasn't a stranger," you whispered.
"Then who."
He was already working through it, you could see him doing it, running through the short list of people close enough to you that this made sense. He didn't need the full story. He just needed a name.
"Rafayel," you said, and then, because there was no version of this where you got to leave it there, "and Xavier."
The color left his face. "At the same time?"
"No." You shook your head fast. "No, it wasn't like that..."
That was as far as you got before he pulled his arm free and stepped back from the bed like it had burned him.
He didn't look at you. He started pacing between your desk and the window, one hand dragging through his hair over and over, like he could pull the thought straight out of his own skull.
"Rafayel," he muttered, more to the wall than to you. "Of course. Probably had you half convinced it meant something, didn't he?" A short breath, no humor in it at all. "And Xavier." He said the name like it left a bad taste. "Quiet Xavier. Too tired for a party, but not tired enough for that."
He stopped at the window, both hands braced on the sill, shoulders locked up tight. For a second he just breathed.
"I gave you space," he said, quieter now, and the quiet was worse than the pacing had been. "After Zayne's, I backed off. Thought you needed space. Figured if I pushed, you'd run, so I didn't." He turned around, and the storm on his face had gone raw underneath. "And they didn't. They just moved into the space I left. Used it."
"Caleb, that's not fair, they didn't—"
"Didn't what?" his jaw ticked. "Know you were vulnerable right after? Because I think they knew exactly what they were doing." He crossed the room until he was close enough that you had to tip your head back to keep his eyes. "Did either of them ask what you wanted? Or did they just take what you were too shaken to say no to?"
"It wasn't like that."
"Then tell me what it was like." He crouched slightly, hands braced on the mattress on either side of you, caging you in without touching you "Because I waited. I told myself slow was better than not at all." His eyes dropped to the marks on your thighs and back up, something dark moving behind them. "They didn't wait for anything."
You fingers curled around his wrist "You're the one standing in my room right now."
Something flickered across his face —not a smile, too sharp for that, but close to one. "Yeah," he said. "I am."
His fury was still there, sitting in his jaw and his hands but his touch when it landed wasn't rough. It was heavy.
He didn't look for unmarked skin.
He went straight for what they'd left behind.
His mouth found your chest first, closing over the fading marks Rafayel had put there, and he sucked —slow and thorough— his tongue working until the skin flushed dark underneath his lips. His. Over the top of someone else's, but his now. When he was done he moved down, his thumbs pressing into the bruises on your inner thighs, pinning your legs open while his mouth found the soft flesh there and bit down soft enough not to hurt but hard enough to mark.
"Mine," he said, against your skin. "Every single one. By morning."
His fingers hooked into the leg bands of your underwear, pulling the fabric taut against you. "Your pretty pussy is already soaking through these."
He didn't take them off.
He dragged his tongue up the center seam instead, one slow stroke, and the friction of it through the soaked fabric hit your clit with a sharpness that snapped your hips off the mattress. He caught you, both hands pressing your hips back down, and then his mouth was on you again, lips closing around the swollen bud through the thin wet cotton, sucking in slow pulls that made your vision blur at the edges.
"I should have been first," he said, against the fabric, his voice vibrating through it and into you. The pressure of his lips didn't let up for a second while he talked. "I'm going to spend a long time thinking about that. How I had years and I waited and now I have to share something that should have been mine from the start."
The build was fast, mean and gave you no warning. You came with your fingers twisted in his hair and his name in your throat, soaking through the fabric completely.
He watched you, gave you approximately three seconds.
Then he pulled your underwear down your legs, dropped them off the side of the bed and his mouth was back before you'd finished shaking — bare now, his tongue flat and heavy against you, licking with an attention to detail that made your spine curl. He used two fingers to spread you open, his tongue pressing into your entrance, drawing back up to your clit.
"When I'm inside your mouth," his breath felt warm against your wet skin "I'm going to make you taste what you do to me." He kept going until you came a second time. This one was quieter and left you with tears leaking from the corners of your eyes, his name coming out in pieces.
He gave you a moment. Not a long one. Just enough to take his underwear off and then his hands grabbed your hips, lifting you slightly off the mattress, guiding himself to your entrance. He pushed inside — just the crown and the first two inches — and stopped there.
The sound you made was filthy.
It was everything you had imagined. The stretch, the fullness, the weight of him just sitting there while your body tried to accommodate it and couldn't decide between pulling him in and pushing him out. He stayed there until your mind went blank and your hands found the sheets and gripped. Then he pulled out.
The emptiness was felt awful.
He shifted up the mattress and settled on his knees in front of your face, fully hard, the evidence of the last few minutes glistening on his skin, and looked down at you.
"Tell me when to stop and I'll stop."
"Don't stop." Your voice had no strength left in it. Just the words, barely above a whisper.
"Open your mouth when I tell you to."
His thumb came down to your lower lip, pressing into the center of it, pulling it slightly down. He watched your mouth part under the pressure "Do you want me inside your pretty mouth?"
"Yes."
He leaned in just enough. Dragged the tip across your upper lip, leaving a hot wet streak against your skin, watching your face while he did it.
"Say it."
Your hands came up to grip his thighs, fingers pressing into the muscle there. "I want to suck your dick."
The exhale that left him wasn't quiet. "Good girl."
He took his time, dragging the head of his cock across your lips, down your cheek and back to your mouth, leaving a trail of pre across your skin that made something in your chest clench with how much you wanted it.
You kept your eyes on his the entire time. You wanted him to see how much you wanted this.
"Open up, sweet girl"
His cock came back to rest against your lips and your mouth opened wider on instinct, the whole talk flashed through Caleb's head in the same second —Zayne's voice, clipped and deeply irritating.
She isn't built like you. Don't push inside when she isn't ready or you'll hurt her throat. She has to breathe through her nose. Don't fight her jaw. Let her drool on it as much as she can, you'll thank me later. It needs to be slow. If you rush it, you hurt her.
His knuckles had gone white against the mattress. He slowed down.
Pressed inside carefully, just the tip, feeling your lips wrap around him and your breath change as your body adjusted. He stopped there. Watched your eyes. Waited for the slight shift in your expression that meant you were ready before he went any further.
"That's it," he managed, his voice mostly gone. "Breathe through your nose. Take your time."
You did. Your hands wrapped around the base, thumbs tracing the veins there while you let the saliva build and run, coating him in a way that made the slide easier and the visual of it more overwhelming than anything else that had happened tonight. You started to move, slow forward bobs that took him a little deeper each time, your tongue working the underside on the draw back.
Caleb made a sound above you that had nothing controlled left in it.
He matched the pace —hips rolling forward in shallow, careful thrusts that tested the back of your throat, a hand in your hair gripping without pulling, his whole body wound up and trembling slightly with the effort of not taking what he wanted at the speed he wanted it.
"You're so—" He stopped, jaw tight, trying again. "Suck it harder. Taste yourself on me. You can feel it, can't you."
You could.
You sucked harder, felt his thighs tense under your hands, felt the groan that moved through his whole body when your lips slid all the way down and your nose pressed into him and you held it there, looking up at his face.
The sight was doing something to him.
Your mouth stretched around him, eyes wet at the corners, saliva running down your chin and onto your chest in slow trails, and you were looking up at him. That was the part that was killing him. You were not looking away, not closing your eyes. You were loking directly at him with a ruined stare while you took him apart with your mouth, and every time he thought he had some grip on his composure you'd do something with your tongue and it was gone again.
He wanted to grip your hair and drive forward and lose his mind entirely.
Not yet. He held still. Let you set the pace. Let your mouth work him at the speed you'd decided on.
"God," he breathed, his head dropping back for a second before he forced it back down because he couldn't look away from you. "I've thought about this. Exactly this. More times than you can imagine."
The tears running from the corners of your eyes weren't distress. He knew the difference. Your hands were firm and steady on his thighs and every time you pushed forward to take him deeper there was a small sound in your throat that sent a pulse straight up his spine.
"That's it, just like that. Keep going just like that and don't stop."
You swallowed around him in response. His hips snapped forward an inch before he caught himself.
You noticed. Your eyes said so.
He pressed his thumb to the corner of your mouth, feeling the stretch of your lips around him. "You're so good at this," he said, the words coming out unsteady. "So fucking good. Look at you taking all of it. Other girls—"
He'd said it without thinking, his brain running three seconds behind his mouth, and he felt the exact moment it landed because your rhythm changed.
Faster.
Your eyes had gone somewhere else —still on his face, but different now, something sharp moving through them that had nothing to do with what you'd been doing a second ago. Your hands tightened on his thighs. Your mouth pushed forward, taking him deeper than you had been, the angle shifting in a way that made his breath leave him all at once.
"Wait—" he started.
You hummed. It wasn't accidental. A low vibration right around the tip of his cock, your throat working, your cheeks hollowed, and whatever sentence he'd been constructing about other girls dissolved completely because his brain stopped producing language.
"I didn't—" He tried again. Failed again. Your head was moving faster now "That's not what I —, I wasn't—"
You hummed again, deeper this time, and took him further.
"Okay. Okay. There are no other girls. There have not been — in any meaningful way — other girls. You are the only girl. You are the only—" His thighs were shaking. "Please, you have to—if you keep doing that I'm going to—"
You didn't stop doing that.
Your hands moved to grip his ass, pulling him forward, inviting a depth that made his whole body seize up.
"You're—" he looked down at you with an expression that was completely gone for you. "You're jealous and you're doing this on purpose and it's working. You've made your point."
You hummed a third time. Longer. Right over the most sensitive part of him. Your eyes were saying everything your mouth was otherwise occupied with.
The sound that came out of him was not quiet. He didn't have time to pull back. He didn't even try.
He came hard, the first pulse hitting the back of your throat without warning, and he felt you swallow — fast and determined— and then the next wave and the next, each one heavier, the volume of it backing up past your lips and running down your chin, dripping onto your chest.
You were watching him fall apart and made sure he knew you were watching.
His thighs were shaking and he was coming back slowly, the room reassembling itself around the two of you.
He looked down at you.
Lips swollen, chin a complete mess, eyes bright and entirely satisfied with yourself.
He reached down and dragged his thumb slowly across your lower lip.
"Other girls do not exist. As far as I'm concerned, going forward, they never did."
Something in your expression shifted. The jealous edge softening into something warmer.
"Good," you said, and your voice was ruined too, something he found extraordinarily satisfying.
He brought his thumb to your lip. "Open."
You opened. He pressed inside, watched you close your lips around it, watched you hold his gaze while you tasted what was on it.
He pulled his thumb back.
"You're going to be the death of me," he said. Just a fact. A fact he was making peace with.
He brought his mouth to yours. Tasting everything, not flinching from any of it.
When he pulled back his forehead dropped to yours "I'm not done," he said, into the space between your faces.
"I know," you said.
"I want to do this right." His hands cupped your face, thumbs brushing your cheekbones, "I've been waiting too long to rush it."
Years. Easy laughter. Carefully maintained distance. Him looking at you the whole time with that steady certain gaze that you'd been pretending not to understand.
"Then don't"
He kissed you again. Softer this time. And then he laid you back against the mattress and took his time.
❕cw: pseudo-incest, piss kink, menstruation, mentions of p n v sex
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“dragging me alone into the bathroom? gotta say, pips, that's scandalous.”
“do you ever shut up?”
he would say no, but his eyes are trying very hard to focus on anything other than his sister unzipping her denim miniskirt and shimmying it down as she sits on the toilet. caleb knows something inside of him will inevitably snap.
the bathroom is outdated, maximalist wallpaper poorly applied and an orange hue to the vanity bulbs buzzing in the static air around them. the blue ceramic claw tub is certainly a sight to behold— well, not as much as the one in front of him.
“little help here?”
he straightens, militant reflex kicking in to be of service to her. she spreads her legs wider and wider until the folds of her pussy are on display, a small cotton string protruding from the center.
“told ya it was gonna start today.” he smirks up at her as he crouches down, a sparkle in his eye making something in her stomach curl.
not being able to help himself, he presses a chaste kiss to her inner thigh before thumbing at her labia. she grips his bulky shoulders as if to steady herself for the procedure. long fingers begin to pull gently at the tampon, struggling when she clamps down.
“gotta relax, baby.”
a shaky ‘sorry’ whispers from above him. another tug gets the thing to come out in one fell swoop, resting wetly against his fingers. it’s a dark crimson. the flow isn't too heavy yet; he can tell just by how the string itself isn’t soiled. wrapping up the inspection, he lets the used product fall into the water below her.
no matter how many times he does this, she still blushes at the act of it all. even more so when he spreads her cunt impossibly wide, commanding her to let go. she does, obedient as always for her gege.
the stream splashes into the bowl, steady enough for him to assume she’s been needing to go for a while now. he would scold her for holding it in, but he can’t bring himself to do it when his erection strains so brutally against the front of his jeans. he’d find a way to get inside of her after the party. no question.
“good girl.” he coaxes, thumb grazing her clit playfully. squirming with surprise, droplets of urine spatter onto the seat.
“ca— leb!”
he huffs out a chuckle as he gathers toilet tissue to wipe her with. front to back, then using a feminine wipe he kept handy. makes sure to remove any prior staining or dried blood. the dark curls that adorn her mons pubis make his cock twitch.
reaching into his pocket, he digs out a new tampon for her. before he can hand it to her, small fingers wrap like a death grip around his wrist. he gives an expectant look with a cocked eyebrow. patiently waiting for the words he already knows she’ll say.
“… i want you to do it.”
by the grace of god, he spares her the theatrics of laughing at her apparent desperation. caleb preps the applicator with practice, lining it up to her entrance, then pushing upward to insert. the stretch of dry cotton paired with an abdominal cramp makes her wince. still, he finishes gracefully like the dutiful brother he is.
a sigh of relief releases from her lungs.
"need help with that?"
her index points at the obvious tent in his pants.
