synopsis . Thigh riding with your boyfriend. content . afab!reader, established relationship, teasing, he's kinda mean, slight size kink, degradation, praise, etc. (this is a repost from kamitv)
Your boyfriend makes you drag your drooling pussy all over the expanse of thick thigh while he's leaning back—manspread like some slut—against the couch with hungry eyes and a mean grip on your hips, just for fun.
Groaning a teasing, "You look so fuckin' pretty on me like this," as if he wasn't using you like some sort of entertainment right now.
He loved watching the way your gorgeous face twisted up all needly and nothing satisfied him more than gifting your hand a rude smack when you tried to grab at his cock.
Some fuckin' nerve you had.
Here he was trying to be nice, complimenting you, and let you get off all prettily on his thigh but you wanted to be greedy and reach for his dick instead? Suguru scoffed at you and sliped one of his hands in between your lewdly parted legs just to pinch your clit and listen to the way you whine.
Scoffing at your whole dramatic display, "Aw, what's the matter now, you mad?" He'd go on and tease, just to earn that frustrated pout of yours and smile at the sight.
You'd frown at him fully and your nails would go digging into the skin of his arm where your hand was holding onto, "When I said I wanted to ride you... this isn't what I meant, Suguru."
Your boyfriend only makes the most delighted expression that manages to piss you off even more before he says, "You should've been more specific then, huuuh?" in that mocking tone he knows you hate love so much.
To which you groan and jerk your hips forward as if to make some kind of point. Not that it helps much with the way he steels that hand on your hip and forces your cunt to grind smoothly over the slick mess you've already made on his naked thigh.
And he'd start flexing the muscles of his leg, making sure you really feel the pressure in between your sloppy folds. The whole act makes his cock ache and throb beneath the confines of his boxers but for right now, he couldn't care less. Not when he's got you moaning from his leg alone and making the filthiest expressions even as you complained about how much you "hated" this.
"C'mon, admit it. You're just as into this as I am," Suguru purrs, as if he can't literally feel the way you're sobbing all over his leg—slick dripping down his skin and wetting up all of his thigh. You were literally leaving a trail of arousal on his leg right now so it's not like you could sit there and try to play it off like you didn't agree to do this in the first place. "You're glaring at me like your pussy's not leaking all over the place right now."
You grit your teeth and let your eyes shoot elsewhere. You so desperately wanted to argue him down and deny deny deny the fact that you were actually about to cum from this but, of course, you couldn't exactly do that. Especially not with the way Suguru presses his thumb against your clit just as you roll your hips forward.
"Fuck-," You gasped before your forehead was meeting his shoulder and you began grinding harder against him.
"Uhuh, thereee she is. There's my slutty girl," Suguru taunts—again, as if he didn't place you here himself—a lazy smirk drawing itself onto his flawless features. Then he's turning his lips to your ear and moving both of his hands back to your hips to drag you against him slower, "I missed you like this, baby. So fuckin' needy against me."
You can't help the way your cunt clenches against his thigh when he says that. Not to mention the way he angles your hips to slip backwards and how he motions his leg up and rubs against your clit again. "Goddamnit, Suguru. This.. ah-, this isn't what I w-wanted." You manage to complain as you fight the fluttering of your lashes.
"Yeahh? Poor girlll." Suguru chastises against the crown of your ear. You feel the way his warm breath tickles your skin and he decides to taunt you further with a mean smack to your ass, making you jump a bit in surprise. He scoffs, " You wanted to ride my cock sooo badly, didn't you?"
Groaning again, "You know I did," You whine as your back arches a bit.
Suguru merely cocks his head to the side and looks down at the way you're clinging to him.
He could feel every twitch and nasty trickle of arousal that poured out against his leg so, it's only natural that he flashes that sly knowing smile again, "Oh, is that why you're cumming on my leg right now?"
Sometimes you hated how well he knew your body.
The way he could feel you getting even messier against him was almost more annoying than the situation itself. So, you end up searing into his shoulder, "Shut up-"
"You don't want me to," Suguru cuts off rudely, and of course his smile widens when he hears the sloppy squelch your cunt makes in reaction. "Not with the way I can feel that pussy dripping allll over me. Fuuuck, lean back, pretty girl. I wanna see her."
Do you deny Suguru? Of course not. You don't think you've ever denied this man of anything in your entire life and you damn sure weren't about to start now.
Your upper half leans back oh-so-gorgeously and you catch the way his cock jumps in reaction. Now that makes you smile, hands going back to keep yourself propped up perfectly on his leg as your eyes lowered on the sight of your starved boyfriend and your hips picked up their pace.
Suguru tips his head to the side slowly and his hands dance up and down your body slowly, "So perfect f'me." He whispers, trailing those violet eyes down your figure and pressing his leg up again jsut to watch your folds part nastily, cunt aching against him. "God, maybe I should've put you on my cock instead..."
"Ya' think?" You huff, earning a telling look from him.
"Don't get smart with me, you'd need me to stretch you out on my fingers before that anyway." Suguru argues, scoffing at your confidence. He maneuvers a hand to your ass before lifting you up ever so slightly to catch sight of the sticky muddle of cum you've left there. "Mmh..." He hums deeply, "Can't think of a single time you've taken every inch of me without complaints."
Then he sets you back down and smacks your ass again. To which you're left gasping before a sneaky smile sparks across your lips, "Moaning isn't complaining by the way. Not my fault you're fuckin' huge."
Suguru knew what you were doing when you said that.
Hell, his cock was practically crying to feel you by this point, leaking whorishly against his sweats. He tries to play it off by clearing his throat and raising a brow, "Are you talking like that on purpose so you can get what you want outta' me?"
Your smile widens, "Maybe."
You knew you had him now.
Hence why he scoffs almost immediately and rolls his eyes all sassily before saying, "Well, it's working. Lift those fuckin' hips."
banner art from “Toile No Jimiko To Omukae No Gokusotsu” || perm suguru tags (1/2):
one day toji was fixing your car, for what? no idea but you know he looks good doing it.
“done staring ma?” you snap out of your traze. “wasn’t staring..” “you were, what do you need?” he pulls something and throws it on the ground his eyes looking down at the inside of your car hood.
you shake your head and he smirks, “think someone is calling you” you hum and nod and flee from the scene to the living room.
it’s your best friend, you answer the phone. “hello?” “heyy girl, we still going to that club?” you hum and peak into the garage from the hallway and whisper. “yeah, not that we’re doing anything bad just.. keep it down.” you chuckle nervously. “toji gets jealous sometimes.. though it’s totally hot-“ “totally not.”
you scoff and roll your eyes. “whatever, it makes it harder for me to go out to party-“ “party?” you groan and hang up when you hear a deep voice, obviously from your fiancé toji.
“no..” he raises his eyebrow and walks up to you and plops down on the couch with a squeak looking up at you. “you leaving me baby?” he squints his eyes his voice deep, his lips poked out, not mad but controlled, he looks so—
you quickly shake your head then he pats his lap and you sit on one thick thigh. his hands rest on your waist “so why you going to a party, ‘n you not telling me bout it?” he looks at you up and down, slowly.
you wince and shrink down, your shoulders tense. “relax ma, I ain’t mad just disappointed.” you look into his eyes, then put your finger on his chin tilting his head up he’s smiling, black marks on his stretched out tank top which absolutely makes him reek of gasoline and on top of that he’s all sweaty. “why do you look so… good.” he smirks and raises eyebrow “what?” “like so.. attractive, when your being assertive, or.. or even fixing my broken down car.”
he scoffs and chuckles and then kisses your collarbone. wrapping your legs around his waist he puts his big rough hands around the nape of your neck pulling you down. your eyes shift quickly, though you’ve been together for over 5 years you still get so nervous.
“because.. I’m toji.” he winks and pulls you in for a kiss his other hand on your waist squeezing. you breathe heavier as he doesn’t let you pull back for air.
your lips sliding off of each other he tilts his head giving him more room to play with you. this kiss feels more like a punishment then just passion, even though his kisses are always so damn passionate.
you whimper and he slows down letting you adjust, making you think that you have control, your nails find his shoulders to dig your nails as you push yourself up further on his lap. he slips his tongue through your already swollen lips, sucking harder he wraps his tongue around yours perfectly not rushed, pulling but definitely not to hard.
your hands wrap his neck feeling his veiny muscular neck, that alone makes you moan. finally he pulls back with a loud pop! and a string of saliva following right after. you gasp for air and breathe heavily “f..fuck” your at a lost of words
“still wanna go to that party?”
you look down and shake your head, he smirks and you nuzzle your face in his neck while he’s rubbing your back. “text her and tell her that then.”
just how you like your men, dominant and submissive.
“brat stop hogging my girlfriend.” toji groaned out, trying to get into the covers to try to cuddle you for the past fifteen minutes—only to be met with his menace of a son trying to attack him.
“papa’s stinky.”
you could barely stifle your giggles before megumi nuzzled into your side, only to turn his head to give his father a stinkeye.
“he’s just a baby, toji.”
“he’s hogging you.”
“and you don’t?”
“i have every right to, no?” he said, trying to pull you by the waist, his lips pressing softly against your neck while he tried to make himself comfortable—only to have megumi bite his arm the second he tightened them around you.
“megumi fushiguro. let me cuddle my girlfriend to sleep.” he snapped, all for megumi to just stick his tongue out at him before moving closer to you.
“the two of you are horrid.” you groaned, trying to bury yourself in the blankets while both of them fought over you like lunatics—with toji sticking his tongue out right back at megumi.
“i hope you realise you’re fighting a four year old.”
“doll, he’s a lot smarter than he looks.”
“oh, i know.”
“you’re way too biased.”
you rolled your eyes at him, watching him get into a staring contest with him, with you stuck between the two of them. toji tried to pry you away from megumi, he really did, only to have him bite him, claw at his hands, only to bat his eyelashes at you, jut his lip out until you caved.
“hmph.”
“what is it, gumi?” you asked, hugging him closer while he looked over his dad’s shoulder just to smirk at him.
“daddy always gets t—to have you, it’s not fair!”
“aww it’s okay megumi, i’m not going anywhere.”
“manipulative prick.”
“that’s your son.”
“i know what he is.”
i wrote this in the car while waiting for my cousins so sorry if its highkey ass
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
for the better part of an hour, he’d been not-so-subtly inching closer to you on the sofa, rubbing your thigh and playing with your hair — anything to get your attention off of the numbers on your computer screen (as if the little whimpers that occasionally slipped out weren’t obvious enough).
“val, you’re not helping…” you sighed.
“i’m sorry.” he didn’t sound it. “just give me five minutes, please. an orgasm’ll help with that headache I can tell you’re nursin’. or…do you not want me?”
he looked so genuinely distraught that you had to scratch him behind the ears. “of course I do, but I also want to be able to sleep for more than three hours tonight.”
finally, you give in (you always do) on the pretense that you’d both get some work done. between val’s newest research project in the experimental phase and your pile of unreviewed investigation reports, there hadn’t been much opportunity for quality time in the past week or so. admittedly, you could use a bit of stress relief, too.
so it was a decent compromise in your mind.
but you should have known better than to think valko, of all people, would be able to focus with his pants hanging around his ankles. from the moment you sank onto his cock, settling comfortably on those plush thighs, he was a distraction — nipping at your neck while his glasses caught in your hair, “adjusting” beneath you, sneaking his free hand between your legs before you swatted it away.
after about twenty minutes, you’ve had enough.
“okay, this is the opposite of productive,” you lift the laptop off your thighs and set it on the couch beside you. “we can try again after I get at least halfway through these.”
but when you try to stand, well…you can’t. a sharp tug on your insides sends a burning sting reverberating through your core, keeping you locked onto him.
“what — how? we weren’t even…moving!” incredulous, you twist around to glare daggers into your boyfriend’s golden eyes, which are far too glazed and self-satisfied for your liking behind his foggy lenses. glutton.
“pup, I’ve been tryin’ not to burst for a while. since I got inside you, even. surprised you didn’t notice.”
huh. guess all that training to take his knot had backfired.
you huff. “well, can you, like, relax? just sit still and think about car accidents or rabies vaccines or something?”
“yeah, no, doesn’t work that way for me.”
“val, I don’t have time for this! my reports are due tomorrow —“
“then,” the word vibrates against your shoulder, followed by wet kisses leaving a shining trail up your throat as he taps your hips like he’s spurring on a horse. “I suggest you get moving, pup. knot’s not gonna go down by itself.”
belatedly, you realize this might have been his plan all along.
You're already slipping into Zayne's lap, pressing your lips to his. He hums in surprise, but returns the kiss with an equal amount of vigor.
"So fucking hot. It's not-not fair." Your motions are near frantic as you pull at his clothes. He helps you, though clearly confused.
"Are you feeling alright?" Zayne presses a hand to your forehead, but you shake him off to leave kisses along the column of his neck.
"I feel fine. You're just-you're so hot. I need you so bad." Your desperation is coming off of you in waves, and Zayne seems to understand what's happening. He helps you out of your clothes, deft fingers tracing your heated skin.
You're doing your best not to rush him. Knowing Zayne, a punishment is always on the table and you think you'd combust if he edged you right now.
"Zayne..." You murmur softly as his hands slide up your waist. Involuntarily, your hips grind against his, feeling his hardness straining against the fabric of his boxers. Clearly, you're not the only one who's desperate.
"You look beautiful like this."
"Yeah yeah I-I know Zayne we can skip the foreplay okay? I-I need it." He chuckles at your words, but obeys without a word.
Your face contorts in relief the moment you sink down on his cock, resting your heated face in his shoulder. For a moment, neither of you move, just basking in the closeness that you so rarely get to savour.
"Do you feel better?" Zayne murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. You hum, still not quite satisfied.
"Well, that depends. Can I decide after three rounds?"
synopsis : it's not like you purposely meant to condition your sweet werewolf boy to come on command. but hey, he's gotta prove that he's got plenty of energy stored up, right?
cw : unapologetically horny, breeding, oral, tummy bulge, mating press, doggy, overstim, spanking, knotting, not proof read, etc
a/n : day five of coping. enjoy some shameless smut with our woflie 💚
"o-one more, you can take one more for me, right angel?" he growls from the crook of your neck. he's got your legs thrown over his shoulders, chest pressed against yours, and if you were coherent enough you would've realized that at some point in the last 10 minutes, he slid a pillow underneath your hips, making every thrust of his cock hit in that spot that makes your thighs tremble.
valko usually has good patience. he can take the teasing, the light touches on the base of his ears, the way your hands linger a bit too long when you pet his tail. even during those heated moments, he'd much rather spend hours buried between your thighs, lapping and slurping up the slick that he swears his life on.
and it would've rolled out just like that, when just a few hours ago when you were settled in his lap. it was innocent enough- at least, as much as it can be when he's got his hands on you hips, grinding you against him while he alternates between kissing you breathless and biting the spot under under your collar. his tail curls around your waist, and it's almost instinctual the way the words smoothly come out from you lips, whispered and breathy.
"g-good boy..."
his grip on you tightens, and you watch the way his eyes blow up completely. valko's entire body shudders, before he buries his head down onto you.
"V-val?! what's wrong, are you-"
"stop talking, angel,"
"are you okay? do you need me to move-"
valko's arms wrap around you, a silent stay put. he's still shaking, and as you try to shift on him, you feel it. or rather, feel the way he just came undone.
"did you just-"
"no,"
it hits you like an absolute truck. the shock in your face slowly morphs into something akin to mischief. you gently pull valko's face up, making him look you in the eyes. his head tilts in that adorable, embarrassed puppy way, and you almost feel bad for what you're about to test out.
almost.
your smile is deceptively sweet, hands cradling his face while your lips ghost his own.
"good boy,"
the reaction is instantaneous. valko's eyes shut close, his tail just about wraps around you fully, and his hips rut upward as he comes undone, once again, to those two words alone.
and gods forbid you let out a soft laugh. not to shame him, but at the realization you've discovered. you should've realized it sooner, really. anytime valko does anything you've deemed deserve the phrase- his reaching something on the top shelf "aww, good boy, thank you valko!", when he sits still while you brush out the knots in his ears "good boy, I know I know just one more tangle", or when he's made you come on his face for the nth time "nghh, good boy, thank you-!".
the way his teeth graze your neck brings you back, and you're suddenly very aware on how he's flipped you over. you're rolled onto your stomach, hips lifted up and back deliciously arched. he's got you on his hands and knees.
his hand runs from the low of your back, tracing up your spine before trailing up into your hair. his grip is just firm enough where you help out a soft moan at the sensation.
his cock lines up at your entrance, warm and waiting. he's cooing, voice crazed and utterly depraved for you.
"shh, it's okay, baby. just one more for me, yeah?" you nod feverishly, body trembling with anticipation, hips trying to chase after him. the growl he lets out is nothing short of animalistic, before he pushes in with one smooth, devastating thrust.
with how he's got you, the stretch is somehow deeper and fuller and somehow got you wanting more. valko bottoms out, hand big and heavy on your ass before landing a nasty smack!
"look at you," he breaths out. you feel him lean forward, his chest- sculpted and defined- flushed against your back. the way he kisses your shoulder blades are such a gentle contrast to the way he's filling you up, deeper fuller than you've ever been.
his hand depends down, wrapping around you before settling on your stomach, right over where...
"you feel that?" your mind is all buzzed with him, so when he lands another slap in the same spot that's already red with his hand print, is when you process just what he's talking about.
valko can feel the cogs turning, and he pulls back just an inch before thrusting back in. his hand is still pressed against your stomach, his breath hot against your neck.
"that's right, that's me. so fucking deep inside you." he pulls all the way back, slow and excruciating, before thrusting back in- impossibly harder this time, a sharp snap of his hips that makes you gasp out.
"fuck-! that's it, taking me so well, angel. look at you, 's like you were made for me," his pace starts slow, each thrust a deliberate drag that makes you cry out. he's not doing any better on top of you, his ears flat against his skull, muscles flexed and straining out.
"you feel that?" his voice shudder out as he presses his hand down, "that's me. inside you. fucking you. claiming you." his movements speed up, his thrusts less and less precise as he chases both your highs.
"tell me- please, tell me I'm doing good," he lifts your hips higher, pulling his cock all the way out before pushing in to make sure you feel all of him, "please, angel-!"oh, and how could you deny the request of your wolf?
"g-good boy!"
a full body tremor shocks through him, his grip on you so tight that it's hard to tell where he starts and you end. A raw and broken sound tears from his throat.
"f-fuck, angel-!"
his hips drive forward, desperate and devastating as his release crashes through him. you feel him pulse inside you, the way your body surrenders to the pleasure. it's the way that you can feel him falling apart, just from you, that causes your own walls to clench around him, your moans swallowed by his pillows underneath you.
valko falls forward, catching himself before flipping you over. he's cradling you against his chest, voice raspy and hushed as he kisses your forehead. you feel it- his knot swelling up, locking you two together into a slick, exhasted mess.
his hand gently lifts your chin, and he finds your lips. he kisses you like he has no time to waste.
"thank you," he murmurs, soft and genuine. he pulls you close, getting you comfortable. it's be a while before his knot swells down, but right now, all that exists is the way his heart beats in sync to yours.
i will never stop writing for him. wait for me, my wolf.
You stirred awake to a warm hand caressing your bare skin. With your back pressed flush against his chest, you felt him tighten his grip, pulling you even closer into himself with an arm around your waist.
“Ko…” you murmured, still caught in sleep.
“Mmhhhhm,” his voice rumbled against your skin, heavy and thick with exhaustion, sending a wave of goosebumps trailing down your neck.
A lazy roll of his hips made you both wince softly as the angle of him caught against your walls. Your hole was still sore from last night, after you both fell asleep with him knotted inside you for hours.
“Good mornin,’ pretty girl,” he muttered, pressing slow, sleepy kisses into the sensitive curve of your neck. You let out a soft hum of contentment, melting back into him.
Without warning, though, his fingers curled around your hip and tugged you back onto his cock. “Ah–”
“Shh,” he breathed against your ear. “Go back to sleep, pup. Let me use you for a bit.”
Description: Valko bench pressing… Sitting on Valko while he bench presses… Sitting on Valko’s face while on the bench… Riding Valko while on the bench… (BENCH PRESS ME DADDY!!!)
WC: 4.4k
I’ll get back to writing for the other LIs (eventually) I swear, lol. Anyway…this is inspired by both @/mwphisto’s post about Valko loving post-workout pussy and my obsession since his first teaser of the thought of him bench pressing. Enjoy!
Btw in this he’s repping 225lbs LIGHT WORK as a WARM-UP ok ok like…SO easy for him. 315lbs would be closer to an actual work out lmao. 405lbs when he’s feeling spicy for a handful of reps. For my non-gym / non-freedom units folks, 225lbs is two 45lbs plates on either side of the bar (4 total = 180lbs) and a standard bar is 45lbs which all = 225lbs! (~102kg) For context, 225lbs is like the impressive and coveted goal in the gym for bench. 225, 315 (~142kg), & 405 (~183kg) are the tiers of godhood for the chest/bench gym bros, lol. My man can hit ‘em all with ease!!!!! Scooping you up and tossing you around is LIGHT WORK!!!!!
I FEEL IT IN MY BONES Y’ALL IDGAF, HE’S COMIN’ BACK!!!!! HOPIUM!!!!!
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Valko’s voice is laced with amusement and cuts into the silence, “Like what you see, doll?”
Standing off to the side, lazily stretching after completing your workout, you blink rapidly at the question, “W-what?”
“You’ve been watching me for a whole five minutes.” He chuckles lightly, pushing the barbell back up with ease, the plates on either side making a small clank with each push.
You scoff, “It has not been five minutes...”
He smirks as the bar comes back down to meet his chest, “Six, actually.” Unable to help yourself, you listen closely to the sound of his exhale when he pushes up again, “I was just giving you the benefit of the doubt, baby.”
You finally give into a laugh, rolling your eyes at him, “Oh, shush you.”
He continues to tease you, “Mmm…how many sets do you have left of watching me?”
You step closer, pointing an accusatory finger at him, “S-shut up!”
“Can I work in?” He laughs again before his voice develops a slightly suggestive tinge, “When’s it my turn to watch you, hm?”
“You’re— Shush, you!” Still watching him carefully, he raises his legs, his knees casually in the air and engaged with his core, forcing his chest, shoulders, and triceps to do all of the work. “Pfft…you’re such a show off.” Despite your tone, your eyes drift, fixating on his taut hamstrings before back up toward his arms.
He grins, his breathing and movements still completely controlled. “You like it. Besides, I’m just helping you complete your set of something fun to watch.”
“Ugh…” You fight not to bite your bottom lip; he looks so unbelievably good...
“Still watching…” He extends his words, taunting you with his mocking tone.
“Val! Would you just—focus, over there, hm?” No matter what you say, you can’t peel your eyes off of him.
“How can I? You’re distracting me by keeping your eyes fixed on me.”
You offer a “Hmph,” and start to turn around. “Fine, I won’t look.”
“Woah, woah, woah. Slow down, there.” He chuckles, “That’s not what I meant.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to distract you, show off. You might hurt yourself.” You try to maintain a smug tone, not wanting to give in—just yet. In the end, it’s a futile and losing battle...
“Me? Pfft, never.” You let your eyes focus on him again when you hear the barbell rack with a loud clank. He sits up and speaks with a warm, coaxing voice, “C’mere.” As if possessed and driven to be close to him, you don’t hesitate to make your way over to him. “I was watching you earlier, you know.”
“Oh, yeah?” You fold your arms over your chest and raise your brows, “And what was I doing?”
He smiles, running a hand through his hair, “Facing away from the mirror…doing RDLs…”
Slowly, you crawl onto the end of the bench and straddle it, “Hmm, did you enjoy the view?”
“Mmhm, oh yeah.” He nods in tandem with his words, letting the faintest hint of a laugh sound from his nose with a small huff.
You scoot closer toward him on the bench, your knees touching his, “I wasn’t…distracting you?”
He reaches out to stroke your cheek with his thumb, giving you a warm smile, “Mmm, you know me, I’m very good at multi-tasking.”
“Hmm, debatable…” You shrug nonchalantly, trying to fight the smile working its way onto your own lips.
Pretending to be offended, he scoffs, “How rude, babe!” He pinches your cheek softly before pulling his hand back.
You smile at him before your voice becomes a coo, “Just kidding…”
“No, you’re not—” He sounds determined to prove you wrong.
“Hey!” With you giggling, he’s pulling you up into his lap by your waist, your legs dangling past his thighs and hips on either side of the bench. “Yes, I am!” Keeping you close with his arms around your waist, he moves in to nuzzle his face into your neck. “H-hey, I’m sweaty!”
“Mmm…don’t care—” Suddenly and without warning, his tongue runs up the length of the side of your neck, flat and slow, careful to taste the salty dew present on your skin.
“You know what distracts me just as much as how you look…it’s how good you smell right now…” he releases a groan against your skin, “s’fucking good…”
“Val—” You gasp at the feeling of his teeth lightly sinking into your jaw after his way up your neck, holding the bone between his sharp canines with ample restraint. “Mmph—nngh—”
He lets go, placing soft kisses along your jaw in between his words, “All hot…flushed…sweaty…fuck—you invade my senses.” His hands firmly grip your waist, “Maybe you really did distract me…”
“Fine,” you push hard against his chest with both of your palms until his back is flat against the bench again, “you should…continue your workout, then.” Applying a bit of pressure with your hips, you let yourself create a small drag against his body. “You did say you were good at multi-tasking, yeah?”
His voice noticeably drops as he holds in another groan, “Mmm…I did say that, unfortunately...” He scans you carefully, starting with your hands on his chest before his eyes land on your frame...on your hips...
You quirk a brow at him, “So...go on, then.”
He offers a short laugh, “Fine.” Suddenly, he’s holding onto the tops of your thighs with his hands and lifting the both of you up and back on the bench, causing you the shudder at the ease and weightlessness he creates when lifting with you on top of him so easily. He scoots back with you on him until he’s properly centered closer to the weight rack again, “I’ll give you the best seat in the house.”
You scoff playfully, folding your arms across your chest again as his hands wrap back around the bar a shoulder’s width apart. You watch the way he braces the space between his forefinger and thumb against the bar with both hands before wrapping his fingers around it, making two tight fists around the metal.
During each press—each rep—you watch his chest expand, his body in complete control. He’s not looking at you, but there’s a small smile playing on his lips anyway. Whenever the barbell descends, he inhales through his nose, and when he ascends the same bar with ease, he pushes out a smooth but firm exhale through his mouth. You note to yourself that his form is quite literally perfect—even with you sat on top of him.
With his feet planted firmly on the ground beside the bench, his glutes and core engaged, you feel the pressure from his groin press up into you as he works—the sensation instinctively causing you to twitch and uncross your arms.
“This is the best seat in the house…” Your voice is quiet as you let your fingers skim across his abs concealed by a pesky compression shirt, carefully feeling them contract with each movement.
“Mhm, I told you.” He inhales through his nose as the bar lowers to his chest, “Next time,” the bar goes up again with his deep exhale, “I should press you instead.”
“Mmm…I think you’d like that more than me.”
“Maybe…” He glances at you before back up at the bar, his head not moving from its rest on the bench. “But…I could get my hands all over you…” the bar descends again, “squeeze you nice and tight…” before back up. “You’d like it, no?”
“Mmhm…” You’re honestly not sure what the last thing he said was, let alone whatever you said before that.
You dig your nails lightly into his abs through the material of his shirt, your hips driving down in the process. “Ah, hey—careful, pup. You don’t want me to drop this on myself, do you?”
Your voice is breathy but honest, “You won’t.” You simply watch the flex of his pecs, shoulders, biceps, forearms, abs… While a designated chest exercise, each muscle moves and thus then fills with blood, causing a noticeable pump to arise within every muscle by the second. If he wasn't already completely filling out his shirt...he sure as hell was now.
As you watch, your eyes single out various veins. The large, singular one that runs along the peak of each of his biceps…the various smaller ones running down the length of his forearms and onto his hands…the one running down the side of his neck…
Your voice becomes a whisper, “You’re s’fucking hot…” Your hands then flatten over his abs, careful not to push down, but rather, feel him. Compelled to speak from a place of total honesty, “I wish your cock was in me right now…”
On the latest push up on the bar, it held up directly over his chest, he stops—holding it there longer than usual. His eyes widen slightly before relaxing back into a focused gaze, a small smile appearing on his lips. “Mmm…” the bar goes back down again, “is that right?”
Your throat is swollen and you swallow harshly, looking for relief but not finding it, “Mmhm…”
He lets out a short, smug laugh...but you feel his lower half twitch against the pressure you’re creating with your body. He pushes the bar up again, “While I’m doing this? Or…”
“Either.” You answer honestly, tipping your hips forward until your hands riskily get closer to the bar that’s intermittently meeting his chest, again and again.
“Didn’t you tell me to finish my workout?” Despite his question, you feel his hardening cock start to press up and into your angled ass that’s resting in his lap.
“I did say that…didn’t I?” Your eyes are wholly fixated on his chest.
His voice becomes equally as quiet as yours, “Mhm, you did…”
Running your hands back down over his torso, you let your fingertips trace each dip and divot of his abs, “I don’t think either of us did any…cardio…today…”
“Mmm, then what would you call this morning, beautiful?” His voice remains low as he tries to stay focused, “Don’t tell me you forgot...”
You bite your bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood—picturing it...remembering it. Your fingers move to trace the prominent V-lines that trail lower and lower, somewhere you can’t currently reach... “More wouldn’t hurt…would it?”
He exhales harshly as the bar goes up again, “Definitely not…” His following inhale is shaky as he lowers the bar to his chest.
Seeking the next opportunity of the bar going up and away from his chest, you reach forward and allow the tips of each of your middle fingers to graze his nipples, drawing a short half-circle around them before grazing over them completely.
“H-hey!” You smirk at the quick and apparent hardening visible under his tight shirt.
“What?” You can’t help but grind your hips a little more intentionally against his lap, “Isn’t this seat like the splash zone? It’s an…interactive experience.”
“M-mhm, sure…” Despite still working the bar at a consistent and controlled pace, his breathing becomes mismatched—more shallow.
After your taunt on his chest, you let your hands glide down to his obliques to make room for the bar before it can come down again. During the following rep, you let your hands slide down the sides of his torso until they land at the top of his hips just above your thighs.
As the loss of his focus builds and a silence occurs, you decide to tease him further, “What are you thinking about, babe?”
He laughs, finally racking the bar. He lifts his head to look at you with a heavy-lidded gaze, “Do I have to answer that question? You already know the answer.”
You squeeze his hips, “What if I want to hear it?” He sits up fully, snaking his arms around your waist, keeping you sat pretty in his lap.
“I’m thinking about…” his lips brush the bottom of your chin and a shudder of his own is followed by a deep inhale through his nose, “how all I can smell…” then, his lips touch your jugular directly before he speaks against your skin, “is how fucking wet you are from watching me.”
Your chest is already heaving. “You’re not going to…finish your workout, hm?”
You feel him smile against your skin, “Oh, I am.” Without another reservation, his lips are attacking your neck—a bit playful a first, a small laugh from him sounding against your skin. However, your subsequent series of giggles quickly fades and transforms into a series of moans upon feeling his tongue…his teeth…
“Fuck—I want to be inside you so badly.” You whine at the feeling of him biting your neck, a moan immediately following as he soothes the bite with his tongue. “You taste so fuckin’ good.”
“Everywhere…you taste amazing…you smell amazing...” Your hands paw at his broad back as you create a helpless rocking in his lap from your hips, desperate to feel more friction from the situation—from him.
He pulls his face away from your neck, his lips softly finding yours before deepening the kiss, his hands smoothing down and over your back. In the midst of a short moan from you, he breaks the kiss, “But…there’s something else I wanna do first…”
“M-mhm,” your lips brush against his, simply desperate to be kissing him instead, easily eliciting a groan from him, “w-what’s that?”
His hands abandon your back and waist, arriving on the tops of your thighs instead. Lacking restraint or the ability to wait any longer for an answer, you’re gripping his face with both hands, pulling him back into a needy kiss. His fingers delicately pull and stretch before firmly gripping the material of your leggings, releasing right after so that they snap back against your legs. Breaking away from your lips, “Take these off…right now.”
Staring into his eyes, with a hint of mischievousness, “Will you help me?”
“Mhm—” You’re immediately giggling again as he snatches your waist with both of his hands, easily lifting you up and off of his lap with the support of you shifting your legs around him and to the side. Delicately, he sets you down onto your feet beside the bench.
“C’mere.” Pulling you close by your hips but turning you around in the process, his teeth sink into the supple flesh of your ass through the material. “Fuck—” Immediately, his fingertips sink underneath the fabric at your hips, harshly tugging the tight material straight down until it reaches your knees.
There’s a quiet gasp from him when he instantly realizes you’re not wearing any panties. “Naughty pup, aren’t you? No wonder I could smell it so particularly…”
Thinking he may grope or bite you again, you’re somewhat surprised when he pulls you back down to sit at the end edge of the bench, your bare ass making contact with the leather. “You know…” he reaches down and grabs both of your ankles, swinging your legs up into his lap, “these are really fuckin’ sexy and all…but…” he grips the material at your knees, tugging until everything ends up stuck at your ankles, “they’re a pain in the ass to get off.”
You’re nodding, both of you laughing as he snaps them off your feet aggressively, the nylon stretching and making a loud snap when you’re finally free of them. You chuckle, “You seem to be doing just fine.”
“Mhm…” Still holding the leggings in his hands, he bundles the center of the material into one hand, pressing them against his nose and mouth, inhaling deeply while keeping his gaze fixed on you.
“Oh my god—hey!” You scramble to reach for them, laughing during your attempt.
“Mm-mm.” He shakes his head no and blocks your arms with his other hand, holding you back from him. “God, you smell s’fuckin’ good.” His voice is muffled by the fabric against his face.
“Val!” Still laughing and trying to snatch them away from him, a blush is tearing its way up your neck to your cheeks. “Y-you—”
Holding you back, he tosses them aside onto the ground beside the bench, still batting your arms away. Once they meet the floor, he’s snatching you by your waist again, easily picking you up and returning to you to your rightful place on his lap. His tone completely shifts to a more gravely and less playful one, “Fuck that—I want the real thing—”
Your shock and residual laughter readily becomes another moan as he’s crashing his lips onto yours, one of his hands around your waist and the other coming up to cradle the back of your head just beneath your ponytail. Breaking the kiss but staying close, you both smile before returning to a lustful kiss.
Without warning, his hand wraps your ponytail around his fist, a light tug causing your lips to break. “You’re gonna let me taste you, yeah?”
Your voice is a broken whine, incentivized by the hold he has on your hair, “Mmhm—nngh—”
“Good girl.” Releasing you completely, he lies back down on the bench and you reach your hands out toward his chest to steady yourself. “Uh-uh, stand up. Come here.”
With an eager glance being exchanged between your exposed cunt and your eyes, he reaches up to tap the bar. “C’mere, and hold onto this for me, okay?”
“Mhm—o-okay—” You can already feel yourself dripping for him.
As soon as you’re close enough, he snatches the backs of your thighs to draw you closer to him, “That’s it…a little more, pup.”
“Mmhm…” You wrap your hands around the bar, your feet spread out wide enough not to accommodate the width of the bench, but to accommodate the width of him that easily exceeds the relatively skinny bench.
“I’ve been wanting this so badly…you sat on my face like a pretty girl, hm?” His palms glide up the sides of your thighs before reaching around to grip each side of your ass, squeezing you hard, “Would you like that, beautiful?”
“Mmhm—ngh—I w-would…”
“Good.” Still squeezing your ass tight in his hands, he draws you even closer, he himself sinking a bit lower down the bench. “My god…look at you…”
One of his hands leaves your ass, running its way up your side, around your hip, and flattening over your stomach, “Fuck me…this is the perfect view…”
Wearing your own cropped compression long-sleeve, his hand continues up until it’s groping one of your breasts. You coil your fingers tighter around the bar, “Mm—ngh—Val…”
“Yes, baby?” You moan again as your response while his hand shifts to your other breast, squeezing a bit harder than before.
His hands return to the backs of your thighs, tugging just enough that your knees start involuntarily bending, “Go ahead, doll…take the best seat in the house…”
As you lower, he immediately cranes his neck upward to lick a flat, long stripe up and along the length of your slit. “Shit—nngh—!”
“Mmm—my god—you taste s’fucking perfect…” His fingertips sink into your thighs, his nose brushing against the hood of your clit as his tongue breaks past your slit and moves upward, happily collecting the taste of you on his tongue.
Offering a gentle lap against your clit, it’s not long that he breaks away to rest his head back down against the bench. Grabbing your hips suddenly, “Sit. Don’t hover.” He pulls you down hard, his mouth eager and willing to engulf the whole of your cunt pressed against him. “Mmhmm…” The vibration of his vocalization sends a shiver down your spine as a loud moan breaks past your lips.
His hands move up to your waist, holding you firmly in place with no room for escape. Whining at the feeling of the flat of his tongue barely moving against your clit, you grind yourself against his tongue.
He lifts you up hardly an inch so he can speak, his breath washing over you, “Holy fuck—yes. Keep doing that.” You whimper when he tugs you straight back down against his mouth. Offering his tongue to you, you do as he says, grinding your cunt against his mouth at a slow and steady pace, whining at each tug against your clit.
“Mmhm…” A groan reverberates deep from his throat, the sensation already having you close.
You notice your knuckles turning white against the bar, attempting to hold on as tight as you’re able when your legs start trembling. “M-my god—Val—your tongue…” His fingertips dig into your waist, not ready to let you go anywhere or for this to ever end.
You glance down and process his brows knitted together in personal pleasure, his eyes closed. As you stare at him trapped beneath you, you grind your hips forward and back just a bit faster. At the new found speed and the sound of a loud moan falling from your lips, his eyes flutter back open and lock with yours, completely dark and consumed with lust.
Pulling you up only an inch again, he speaks, “That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on my tongue ’til you cum.”
“Nngh—h-holy shit…I-I—”
“Mmhm…” Done letting you get any respite, he holds you in place, groaning and moaning against your skin, moving his tongue in the way he’s able as you rock against him.
“Fuck—! Oh m-my god—M’gonna—” With completely weak legs, trembling and quaking, he lifts you again as you start to cum so that he can wrap his lips around your clit and suck.
“Val—oh m-my—!” You’re practically shrieking, trying to wiggle in any direction, or at the very least, collapse down again, but he doesn’t let you. Not until your whines of sensitivity tell him you’re done.
With a strong tremble in tow, you finally fully stand back up. “That was…so…fucking…hot.” You’re laughing slightly, still holding onto the bar for support and in shock. “I need you to sit on my cock. Right now.”
You don’t even have the words to reply, a simple moan falling instead just at the thought of him inside you right now.
After a brief adjustment, you’re still standing with your legs on either side of him and bench, and he’s pushed his shorts and briefs off and down just enough to reveal himself. Holding his cock upright for you, you’re taking your time to relax your legs, gripping his chest with both hands. “I need— We’re doing that again later, okay? That was…fuck— Sit on me, please. Right now.”
“Mmhm…” With a whimper, you slowly take the head of his cock into your entrance, whining at the stretch.
Once he’s able to let go of himself, he uses both of his hands to steady your hips as you sink down onto him. “Yes, pup, that’s it—nngh—oh my god—”
Digging your nails into his still clothed chest, your legs continue to shake as you lower and take more of him, “Val—mmph—nngh!”
“Good job, baby—take your time.” Your hands flatten out over his chest, moaning loudly once your body fully meets his and he’s full up inside you. “Good girl…”
Panting heavily, your legs tremble violently before you can even lift yourself again. “Just relax, pretty girl. Let me help you.”
“Mhm…y-yeah…” With his hands firmly gripping onto your hips, you push onto your tippy toes repeatedly, taking him only with his support. “T-thank you…” Your legs are still a trembling mess from being made to cum standing, all of your muscles engaged not just from working out.
“Of course, doll—mmm—fuck—you feel so perfect…”
Consumed by the pleasure he provides, his tip brushing and pressing into your G-spot with each sink down onto him, you’re whimpering but push past the feeling of weakness in your legs, wanting more, and more—faster.
“Shit—y-you’re—”
“Mmhm…” Your nails sink back into his chest again, “You feel so amazing—m-my god—”
Starting to feel weak and completely spent, he can sense your limit before you can, sitting up quickly to embrace you in his arms. “Look at me, baby.” One of his hands comes up to grip your chin softly, gently tilting your gaze to meet his. “I’ve got you, yeah?”
“Mmhm…” A loud moan breaks from your throat at the change in angle while he wedges you further into his lap, your feet finally up and off the floor.
His voice is soft as his lips brush against your cheek, “Just like that, let me do it, mhm?”
“Y-yes, please.” His lips land on your neck softly before he bares his teeth into your skin. “Ooh—” You moan helplessly at the feeling of his hands slipping between your bodies, easily grasping your thighs and ass to move you up and down onto his cock. “F-fuck—nngh!”
“Go ahead, pretty girl. I want to feel you cum around me, don’t fight it.” Despite the confidence, his own voice begins to break at the feeling of you clenching around him.
You’re gasping, letting your body sink into him and become completely under his control—his command, “S’deep—nngh—”
He groans, his fingertips driving deeper into your flesh as he pulls you firmly down onto his cock, “Mmhm—s’nice, right?”
“S’fuckin’ g-good—d-don’t stop…” You rest your head into the crook of his neck, utterly dizzy and at the behest of his control, lifting you back up then down for each plunge, his hips tilting into you each time to add to the pressure.
Seconds after you’re moaning vehemently into his neck, he’s groaning—almost growling—to the feeling of your cunt squeezing his throbbing cock throughout your release, “F-fuck—babe—nngh—!” A choked gasp mixed with a groan rips from his throat, his arms holding you down in place and close to him. As he spills into you, several twitches from his cock make you tremble and shake further—harder, clenching helplessly around him.
Placing a few soft kisses against his neck—your body still trembling—you start to laugh quietly. It’s a breathless, quiet laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. “W-what?”
“That really was the best seat in the house...”
He chuckles and kisses the side of your head, smoothing a hand over your back, “Which? My face or my dick?”
“You—!” You purposefully sink your nails into his back, hard.
“Ah—hey!”
You raise your head from his neck and grip both sides of his face; you can’t help but smile at his adorable and loving gaze, “Both, you asshat.”
He laughs again, squeezing his arms around you and laying back against the bench—taking you with him so that you’re resting against his chest. You both release a small moan on the way down, still not fully recovered and still connected.
“You love me.” He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head as you pant against his chest.
18+ mdni | finding caleb’s old journal wasn’t anything exciting, but seeing that he wanted you in ways you never thought of definitely was.
TW. grief, invasion of privacy fr, titty sucking!!!, p in v, raw, USE OF GEGE
after josephine passed, you took it upon yourself to sort through her belongings, carefully organizing everything into keep, donate, and trash piles. the work seemed doable, easy even—the distance naturally strained your relationship after you moved out, so you felt apathetic more than anything when you heard the news.
once you started though, it was obvious you’d been mistaken. every item brought back a flood of memories, pulling you further into the past. it felt as though a piece of you had gone missing with her, thoughts drifting back to the woman who raised you.
you weren’t only mourning her death, you were mourning the life that existed while she was still here—the familiar routines, the warmth of home, the childhood you shared with caleb. all those years spent growing up side by side, finding your way through the world together no matter which paths you eventually chose for yourselves.
pivotal moments of your life flashed through your mind, both caleb and josephine present for every one of them. before you even realized it, tears began to streak down your face. you swiped at your cheeks, trying to brush away the wetness to no avail. each drop was followed by several more, staining your top as you shrunk into yourself. you scrambled for your phone, immediately thinking to call caleb as your sniffles turned into sobs. your chest heaved with each ring, waiting for the familiar click that meant he’d answered the phone.
“hey pips”
his voice soothed you, calming you enough to stutter out ramblings of how you thought you didn’t care that she was gone, that this would be easy. he listened as you spoke tenderly about your late caregiver, forgiving her for wrongdoings you couldn’t look past when she was still here. once your voice began to trail off, he finally responded.
“my girl’s all grown up now”, he chuckled, proud of how mature you sounded even as you cried between each word. “i know how conflicting it is. wasn’t even sure if i wanted to come back when i remembered everything, but im not gonna leave you to do this alone”. you nodded your head, forgetting he couldn’t see you. the two of you exchanged a few more words before saying h e would be there in a couple of hours, asking you to wait until he arrived before continuing. “let the grief settle, we’ll do this together.”
you sat with the silence for a few minutes, simply taking it all in. deciding fresh air would help you reset, you moved to open a window. cool air rushed in, brushing against your face and easing the tightness in your chest. when you turned back to the room, the mess was exactly where you’d left it. boxes, papers, and memories piled around you. with a quiet sigh, you returned to work, knowing it needed to be done.
most of the afternoon passed in silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of paper and creak of old floorboards. boxes that hadn’t been touched in years were stacked around you, their contents carrying the scent of dust and time. you had just started working through a box labelled ‘caleb’s stuff’ when a particularly harsh gust of wind scattered old photographs and school papers across the room, revealing a worn notebook buried beneath them. years in storage had torn at its edges, wrinkling the cover and creasing the pages inside. its condition nearly led you to throw it out until your fingers stilled when you recognized the familiar cursive of caleb’s name sprawled across the side. you quickly flipped through the pages, dust blowing into your face as you realized it was his journal.
you knew you shouldn’t read it. the thought alone should’ve been enough to make you close it and put it where you’d found it. instead, you stared down at the worn cover resting in your lap.
before you could convince yourself otherwise, you were already turning to the first page.
property of caleb xia
his contact info was written below it, DAA email hinting at how long ago it was.
the first few pages were exactly what you’d expected—complaints about school, notes about training, little observations about his day. some of them even made you laugh, hearing his voice so clearly despite the years that had passed.
you almost snapped a picture to tease him with when an entry mentioning you caught your eye.
today she stole half my fries and acted like i was the one robbing her. i put up a fight just to see her get annoyed.
a smile tugged at your lips.
she fell asleep on the couch again. gran told me to wake her up, but i think she’s more comfortable here bc of the storm.
your fingers paused against the page.
i don’t think she realizes how pretty she looks when she’s talking about something she likes.
her eyes get all big and she can barely make it through one story before going on a tangent about something else. i wanted to kiss her so bad that i had to kick her out using ‘homework’ as an excuse.
you reread the entry once, twice, three times, looking for hints it was about someone else. the further you read though, the harder it became to convince yourself you were misunderstanding, because the entries didn’t stop—every page only made it clearer.
gideon stayed for dinner and i saw her bite her lip when he talked about how much she’d grown. pissed me off. i say it allll the fucking time but she never blushes with me.
then, an entry from two days later.
came home from the gym and was telling her about my pr when she came out of the shower wearing MY shirt. wasn’t even a clean one too, probably picked up the first one she saw. christ, sometimes i feel like she WANTS me to just bend her over and—
your attention was ripped from the journal as your phone rang. caleb’s name flashed on the screen for a minute before you picked it up with shaking fingers.
“h-hello?” your voice trembled, somehow convinced he could hear the guilt and immediately clock what you’d been doing.
“hey pips. gonna be a bit late, weather started to get bad so my ride got delayed”
your eyes drifted back to the journal as you listened, humming every so often to pretend you were paying attention.
“you have the key right?” you asked, listening for confirmation. “i’m probably gonna clean a bit more then shower, just let yourself in whenever”.
the two of you exchanged pleasantries before he finally let you go, your device vibrating with a follow up message from him saying he “can’t wait to see you”. you meant to respond, but the journal weighed heavy in your lap. you threw your phone to the side and laid back with the journal in your hands, trying to immerse yourself into past caleb’s mindset.
finally spring break. was so tired the first day back but she begged me to take her to the beach. i genuinely almost came on the spot when i saw the purple bikini she chose.
you felt heat bloom between your legs at the first truly explicit comment, heart racing as you skipped to the next passage.
last day off so we had a movie night. i turned on sinister bc of the jumpscares and every single one had her pushing up against me. haven’t even been hiding how hard i am lately so i wonder if she does it on purpose? like does she get wet teasing me like that??? bet it tastes so good from the source, idk what i’m gonna do when i won’t even have her panties w me back at the academy.
sometimes i feel like she wants me to make the first move but i dont wanna lose her if im wrong.
i wish i didnt have to go back.
i wish she could come with me.
i wish we were more than we are right now.
the last few sentences made your heart ache, the yearning and pure adoration he felt evident with every word. you knew you should’ve stopped reading ages ago, but still you found yourself turning the page, barely registering the sound of the front door unlocking.
“pips?”
your head snapped up as his voice carried through the house, footsteps climbing the staircase.
“are you still up here baby?” he called, “thought you would’ve gone to bed?”
panic shot through you as your eyes darted around the attic, searching for anywhere to hide the journal. the worn notebook nearly slipped from your hands as you scrambled to think.
his footsteps got louder while you briefly considered shoving it down your pants. before you could commit to the idea though, caleb appeared at the top of the ladder, still dressed in his colonel uniform.
“hi sweet girl” he murmured, a fond smile forming on his face. he walked towards where you’d gotten comfortable, crouching down to ruffle your hair. “how come you’re still awake?”
your mouth opened, then closed again, hands tightly gripping the journal.
“um, was tryna clean so we had more time to just hang out” you managed, hoping he believed the lame response.
his expression softened instantly, a gloved hand coming to cup your cheek.
“you sap”, he laughed, standing to his full height and reaching out a hand. “let’s get ready for bed, we’ll do this tomorrow, yeah?”
you nodded, slipping your hand into his. the second his attention drifted, you tossed the journal into the darkest corner of the attic, a dull thump echoing across the room.
thankfully, old houses were always making noises, so if caleb noticed, he didn’t say anything. he simply squeezed your hand and guided you towards the ladder.
you followed close behind, doing your best to not think about the notebook hidden upstairs or the words still echoing in your head.
just moments later, the attic hatch closed above you, leaving the journal in darkness.
you couldn’t sleep that night. all you could think of every time you shut your eyes was the unbridled longing between the covers of that godforsaken notebook. every little action you previously chalked up to being ‘the perfect gege’ now carried new meaning.
the stupid nicknames, hugs that went on a little too long, the way he always gave you the last bite of his food, saying he “wasn’t hungry anymore”.
you groaned into your pillow, stomach twisting as you chided yourself for being so fucking stupid.
—
the smell of pancakes woke you in the morning, a familiar mix of vanilla and caleb’s ‘special ingredient’ (it was just cinnamon, he really wasn’t as clever as he thought) luring you out of bed. you padded downstairs in an old hoodie of his, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as he came into your view. you wrapped your arms around his broad figure hunched over the stove while taking him in. he was wearing his old running outfit, the colonel version of him hidden as he began looking like your caleb once again.
the muscles of his back tensed before he turned towards you, chuckling at the pout you wore while looking up at him.
“look who’s finally up.” he spoke, laughing at the way you rolled your eyes and pushed yourself off him.
“sorry i’m not a tryhard who gets up early”
you tried to bully him but somehow made him sound good. mumbling a ‘whatever’, you walked to the table and sat back, waiting for him to serve you.
a couple more minutes passed before he finally set a plate of golden pancakes in front of you, an iced chai following before you even had to ask.
“still not a coffee person, right?”
you nodded and tried to ignore the way your heart raced at his kind gesture, quickly grabbing the mug and covering the flush that bloomed on your cheeks.
breakfast continued in silence, the only sound heard being your collective chewing. you took the time to appreciate his masculine features, now seeing him as more than just the boy you grew up with. even the furrow of his eyebrow felt new, awakening longing in the deepest parts of your body you’d never felt before.
your heart squeezed as you began to spiral. did he still feel the same? why did you have to ruin everything by reading something so personal, god you were going to hell for this and it was deserv—
“you okay?”
you blinked several times before fumbling with your utensils, trying to look normal and failing desperately.
“w-what?” you mumbled, shoving multiple pieces of pancakes into your mouth before looking back into the violet eyes that were haunting you.
“you’ve been staring at me for like a minute, i got something on my face?” he asked, making a cocky display of hollowing his cheeks and stroking his jawline with the tip of his finger.
not responding for a beat too long and earning a questioning look from caleb, you spat out “s-sorry no jus’ zoned out”
“on my face?” he teased, flicking your forehead before focusing on his food once more. you knew it was a rhetorical question, one that didn’t need or warrant an answer—but for some reason you still found yourself responding. “yeah”
it was his turn to hide a blush now, biting his lip to suppress a happy smile. “weirdo”
the rest of breakfast passed in a blur, the air going stale with awkwardness. deciding to split up tasks to make everything go quicker, caleb offered to finish up the attic while you cleaned the kitchen. you tried resisting, saying you already started it, but it was no use—he didn’t want you to cry like yesterday again. asshole.
you listened to his footsteps climb the stairs, floorboards creaking as he began to work on the items. in less than an hour caleb had neatly organized nearly every box, now left with trashing the final items. he picked up some scattered papers here and there before pausing over a very familiar book, free of dust and dogeared to a page he remembered writing out.
bet it tastes so good from the sou-
the journal fell from shaky hands, a loud curse leaving his lips as it landed on his toes. he pinched the bridge of his nose, your strange act at breakfast now making perfect sense. still—caleb hoped, he prayed that by some miracle of god you didn’t read it. maybe if he ignored it like he ignored his feelings for you all these years, everything would be normal.
not giving it another thought, caleb quickly threw out the journal. “i’m sorry” he mumbled, unsure if he was speaking to you or his past self.
just as he contemplated fishing through the trash for it, too sentimental to dismiss his younger version’s struggles this easily, you bounced up the stairs carrying a water bottle.
“you okay?” you questioned, handing him a bottle of water. he nodded hesitantly before reaching for it, taking a sip and feeling a droplet run down his throat. your eyes never left him, trailing after the stray water with deep focus.
“looks good” you spoke dreamily, still staring at the collar of his shirt where the drop disappeared. “i-i mean the attic, um…you did it fast” you clarified, stumbling over your words before grabbing a broom and moving to sweep the dust.
caleb chuckled uncomfortably as he began stacking the boxes to keep, always having an eye on the bag of trash carrying his deepest secrets. somehow though, you kept finding ways to be close to him. intentionally or not—you were constantly going up to him, offering to help carry stuff you knew he didn’t need any help with.
at one point you tried to brush away some cobwebs you swore were on his head, pulling away after seeing the skeptical look he gave you.
“sorry” you mumbled, not able to look in his eyes.
“for what?”
you shrugged dejectedly, still not facing him. “nothing i guess”
before he could question you any more, you ran off to the washroom, leaving caleb with his thoughts.
—
by the time evening rolled around the attic was empty, and the two of you had washed away the dust with memories buried between it off your body. you collapsed on the couch next to each other, his arm thrown around your shoulders as he reached for the remote.
“horror?” he asked, speaking into the crown of your head.
you hummed in agreement, nuzzling further into his side. you inhaled deeply, noticing the way he tensed before pressing you closer. caleb turned on sinister without hesitation, throwing the remote aside and covering the two of you with a blanket.
twenty minutes into the movie and you were entangled with his body, legs resting atop his and arms gripping his waist tightly. at first you used the excuse of being “scared”, but you’d seen this movie fifty times. the jumpscares had no effect on you. still, you flinched in his touch with every loud noise, too aware of his hand resting dangerously close to your hip. you readjusted yourself until you were basically being cradled, finally causing him to pause the movie while clearing his throat.
“pips?”
you tucked your face against his chest before humming in response.
“did you read my old journal?”
you froze in his hold, unsure of how to respond. if you said yes, he’d know you saw all the…stuff. but if you said no, you’d have to explain why you were finally acting on thoughts you used to hate yourself for having.
“maybe?”
he sighed, holding you closer and resting his head upon yours. “i figured. i’m really, really sorry.”
his apology finally had you looking up “you’re sorry?”
he bit his lip and shrugged, still embarassed. “i didn’t mean it okay, i was a stupid 17 year old.”
you lifted an eyebrow.
“okay fine 18.” he paused, hoping you’d be satisfied. “fine 19. the point is—“
you giggled, tension finally slipping from your shoulders.
“i know it was bad, but i don’t want you to feel like you owe me anyth-“
“i love you”
you both spoke at the same time, interrupting each other.
silence followed as you waited for him to respond, regretting your words with every second that passed. finally, caleb lifted one hand to point at himself with his mouth agape. “m-me?”
it was the first time you’d seen him genuinely bewildered. you nodded as tears began to build, expecting a rejection to come.
“oh my god i take it back, i meant all of it and more. pips, i love you so—hey why are you crying?!”
you laughed at the alarm in his voice, letting him swipe away your tears. “i-i felt so much shame…always felt so sick and being here jus’ made it all come back.”
he nodded as you spoke, eyes flicking from yours to your trembling lips. “i’m sorry…god we wasted so much time”
you laughed again, wrapping your arms around his neck before resting your forehead on his. you sat like that, breathing each others air before he broke the silence.
“can i kiss you” caleb asked, lips already brushing yours with each word. you nodded eagerly, earning a chuckle from him.
he closed the distance between your mouths, gently pressing his lips on yours and feeling every version of him cheer as he finally got the girl of his dreams.
you moved back, looking into his eyes once more.
“again?”
you giggled at the question, closing the distance yourself this time and feeling his groan rumble through you. his tongue traced the seam of your lips, exploring with purpose once you gave him access. he licked against every part of your mouth, entwining his strong muscle with yours. a string of spit connected you when you pulled away from each other, lips puffy and red.
you grinded against him without meaning to, whining at the feeling of his hard length against your clothed heat.
“fuck” he groaned, letting his head fall back against the couch as you repeated the motion, letting your lips trail down his neck. “s-so fuckin good”
you focused on the spot that had him bucking against you, alternating between biting the sensitive skin and soothing it with your tongue.
“ngh…gege” you moaned into his skin, the endearing term making him pull you back with a hand in your hair.
“fuck, can i please take this off?” he asked, fingers playing with the hem of your top.
you nodded quickly, helping him rip it off you and throwing it to the side. you thanked your past self for skipping a bra after your shower, the warm hands cupping your breasts leaving you dripping.
“so fucking cute, used to think of these pretty tits all day” he confessed, pelvis continuing to meet your bounces above him. you moaned at his words, placing your hands on his shoulders for stability as you sped up. “r-really?”
“mhm. i couldn’t write down half the stuff i wanted to do, always felt too bad.” you whined at the words, nails gripping his shoulders tightly. “would imagine sucking on your pretty tits, playing with your pussy and watching you cum”
you nodded rapidly, gasping when he pinched your nipples. finally, caleb ran his tongue down towards your breasts, sucking on one of the perky buds while cruelly tweaking the other. the dual stimulation was too much for you, finally reaching your peak above him, body trembling as the waves of pleasure crashed over you.
he let you ride out your high before bringing his head up once more, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.
“do you want more?”
his hands slowly ran up and down your skin, soothing your nerves and letting you decide. you nodded while still catching your breath, watching in awe as he ripped his clothes off. “thank god, you don’t even know what you do to me.”
you stared at his chiseled figure, lifting your hips so he could take off your pants. your eyes trailed down his body before finally landing on the giant hard cock between his legs, his hand pumping it gently and rubbing the bead of slick at the tip around the rest of his length.
you gulped while watching him, back arching when he ran his tip between your pussy lips. “f-fuck, gege please”
he moaned at that, a whine of your name leaving his lips as the last of his restraint finally broke.
he slowly pushed his tip into you, the shear stretch of just the first inch making your eyes water. you gripped the couch below you, knuckles whitening with the force you used.
“doin’ so good, know you can take it” caleb spoke from above you, eyes locked on where you met, one hand rubbing your clit to ease the pressure.
“f-faster, get it over with”
he shook his head, unsure of whether he was denying it for your wellbeing or his. tired of how long he was taking, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him to you, a scream ripping from your throat as he was buried to the hilt. his eyes shot open as his body curled over you, trying to think of anything to avoid shooting his load prematurely.
the two of you moaned, surprised at how full you were. “s-so big” you cried, tears rolling down your face as he slowly pulled out to push back in.
“maybe if you weren’t a fuckin brat…” he began, cut off as he became entranced by the way your cunt constantly sucked him back in.
without a warning caleb increased his pace, shushing you and apologizing for being rough but not slowing down.
“sorry, fuck baby, i’m so sorry jus’ feel so good, been waiting for you forever”
you pulled him for a kiss to quiet his ramblings, trying not to scream as he began fucking into you ferociously. the old couch you were situated began to squeak as it moved against the floor, creaking with every inch it moved.
“c-close” you whined, already nearing your peak once more as his thumb rapidly rubbed against your clit.
“please baby, cum for me i need it, please fuck—“
his pleas were cut off with a gush of fluid from your heat, immediately triggering his own orgasm and leading to his body falling on top of yours. the sound of your heavy breathing filled the room, laying with each other as he pressed tender kisses to your shoulder.
you giggled at the immediate change in his demeanour, running a hand through his hair. just as he opened his mouth to speak, the movie suddenly resumed and caused both of you to let out a loud scream at the sudden jumpscare. caleb scrambled for the remote and shut the tv off, leaning back over you and giggling at the way your hearts raced in tandem.
I'm probably gonna get a lot of hate but I'm going to say it anyway because im tired and in a mood.
If you want your version of Mc to be a dude? go for it.
If you want your Mc to be nonbinary? go for it
Trans Mc? go for it
Mc of any flavor of lgbtqia+? do it!
Mc of color? Go for it
Do you think Mc should be kissing Tarra, Simon, or Jenna? Smooch away!
You think the boys should be smooching eachother? Let them smooch!
If you think each lad has their own Mc? sure why not
If you think they're all in one big ploycule? cuddle pile away my individual!
If you rather pair a love interest with an oc who is decidedly not the Mc? ship to your hearts content!
If you're comfortable with the Mc/Caleb sibling thing that's a okay
If your not comfortable with the Mc/Caleb thing that also ok!
If you want to explore darker themes or kinks in your art and fics do it!
If you wanna write an au where Sylus is making out with Ada Wong, Zyane is on a date with Leon Kennedy and Rafayel is getting his back blown out by Chris Redfield that sounds hilarious, write it!
If you rather stick to cannon and make tooth rotting fluff and the like that's also perfectly valid!
Fandom is varied. People who participate and create often create for themselves and sometimes they're gonna create stuff you're not into, and that's fine that what tags are for sweetheart. Don't stress yourself or others out by pearl clutching at every little thing that doesn't jive with you. Simply keep scrolling, don't read the fic, don't look at the art, filter the tags you don't like, block the creator you don't like.
It's not the 2010's anymore. Fandom purity culture is dumb and makes people not like you.
You’d only had sex with Sylus a handful of times, all of it slow and reverent. After everything you had both been through, all of the tension and strain, he was terrified… not that he’d ever admit it. Even when you were gentle with unveiling your desires, giving him that soft smile, he wouldn’t indulge. Not the way you knew he wanted.
It was only when you sank to your knees before him, peering up with that heavy-lidded gaze, sweeping your hair back… that was when he broke.
Just a little.
Just for you.
“What do you want, Sy?” You’d whisper innocently, all while your palms would glide up the muscles of his thighs, fingers coming to toy with his waistband.
He’d let out that breathy sigh, the one that indicated he was going to cave. The sound of it was undeniably weak of him, which you knew was the greatest tribute of trust.
Even on the edge of your victory, so, so close… Sylus wouldn’t ask. He never did. He always allowed you to set the limits.
But that’s ok… You were more than content to verbalise his desire for him.
‘From the moment I met you, you’ve always taken what you want,” you murmured, tugging his pants down to free his aching cock. “Until it comes to this,” you ran your tongue along his length, grinning as he threw his head back with a groan.
“Let me reassure you.” Your voice was soft, and as you swirled around his tip with your tongue, you took him as far as you could go in your mouth. Sylus was gone, sinking back into his leather chair, eyes clenched shut with bliss.
Coming back up with a quiet pop, he glanced down at you, and you gave him a smoldering look. “You can take what you want from me, Sy. Your desire… is mine.”
If he was going to speak, you certainly ruined his train of thought. You forced him down to the back of your throat, the thick girth of him stretching you wide. Setting a nasty pace, you couldn't deny your whimpers and whines any longer. The feel of him against your tongue, the taste of him, and by god those groans… it made you feral. It never took long for your panties to grow damp, clinging to you most unbearably. You clenched around nothing, but your suffering was worth every second.
“Ahh… fuck! Easy, kitten…” Sylus panted, and yet his burning gaze was locked onto you.
When your jaw began to cramp and your gag reflex hit its limit, you wrapped your hands around his base, flicking your tongue beneath his tip.
“Take your shirt off,” he rasped, breathless and burning.
You grinned, rebellious. “Not tonight.”
“I'm not asking,” he snapped, his warm palm cupping your cheek.
Your breath stuttered as he dragged your gaze to meet him. His right eye was ablaze, a crimson star.
Sylus leaned in, fingertips tracing the outline of your lips. “If you tell me I can take,” he said with no reservation. “Then I think I might finally oblige in such an offer. Now, take your clothes off.”
a/n : some valko smutty/sugestive fluff to help distract from the emotions. take a break, drink some water, and enjoy. inbox open for anyone who needs it 💚
"angel- please, if you keep moving like that...," valko hisses out. he's still extremely sensitive, with the way his knot is keeping you locked in place.
"not my fault! I didn't realize a knot meant... you know...," you mutter. valko raises his brow, in a way thats both exasperated and endearing.
he's got you on top of him, your chest against his, one arm firmly around your waist with the other drawing lines up and down your spine. right after you came, he made sure to adjust you both, whispering to get comfortable, since you'd be stuck like this for a while.
just an hour or so earlier, you'd asked him if him being a werewolf came with the, well, perks, of being a werewolf. you've seen the way he acts- the way he bites to nip and bite you with those fangs of his, how he's utterly obsessed with your scent, and while he'll forever deny it, you've heard the little yips he makes when you brush out his tail.
and well, it's safe to say that valko is more bite than bark (though... you experienced a lot of both with the way he was pumping you full and making you see stars).
"you didn't think I was serious when you asked me if I had a knot?" he's saying it a bit to smug for your liking, so you retort with shifting just a bit- clenching just enough for him to groan out, both hands finding your hips and gripping.
"so,"
"so."
you both stare at each other, before letting out a small laugh. the kind of giggle that comes from that post-sex bliss. valko's tail curls from underneath him, lazily grazing the back of your thighs. it's a content state of being- close in a way that you literally couldn't be closer in.
"hey val? how long does your... last anyways?" you ask, your own hand reaching out to softly scratch the base of his wolf ears. valko hums softly, head moving to the side to lean into your touch. his nose rubs against your wrist, a spot that he's once said is really strong with your scent.
"the swelling can go down from anywhere between 15 minutes to... an hour I think?" your hand stops in his ears, eyes going wide at the revelation. sure, you might've read about it, seen it in books you've read, but the daunting reality of it all?
valko smirks at your flustered reaction, his hand reaching up to yours and bringing it back to pet his ears.
"give or take, by the way," he says casually.
your head plops back down, right in the crook of his neck. valko's laugh- deep and breathy and so him rumbles from under you. he wraps his arms around you once more, getting rid of the already nonexistent space between you two.
in his arms, you both talk about everything and nothing. you give him small updates from your life, books you've read, that new show you're watching. he listens- really listens- and tells you stories about his family, how he needs to get his glasses adjusted, about the new tech piece he's working on.
it's sometime it the depth of night when his knot starts to slowly soften up. he kisses you, gently and soft in ways that go deeper than i love you, though he means that just as much.
his knot slips free eventually, but neither of you make haste to move. he'll prep a bath, the sheets will be remade. but right now, all that exists is the wolf and his dearest love.
"meadow, i thought you said you were taking a break-" im coping. im sad and emotional and just want meet my wolf and see my dragon again. take care of yourselves, everyone.
It was a particularly cold day in the N109 zone. The base’s heating systems seemed to be working overtime, yet they failed to provide the warmth only your walking space heater could, Sylus. But he was away on business, so for now, you resorted to wrapping yourself in as many blankets as possible.
Scrolling through videos under the huge pile of bedding, you buried your face beneath the thick quilts, choosing potential suffocation over the biting chill of the room. Eventually, even you grew bored of staying in one place for half the day.
Dramatically pushing the layers off your body, you were hit with a sudden draft that raised goosebumps all over your skin. The fact that you were only wearing shorts wasn't helping, but the rest of your clothes had ended up in the laundry.
Right as you were about to give up and huddle back into your haven, you spotted something resting on Sylus’s desk chair. Squinting to get a better look, you realized it was his motorcycle jacket.
Mmm, he wouldn’t mind, would he? You thought as you walked over to the desk, wondering if it would even be able to keep you warm enough. You had never borrowed his clothes before, never needing to since you had your own closet prepped here in his base. But today was a special case. As your thumb ran over the heavy fleece lining inside the jacket, you knew you definitely needed it. Plus, knowing him, Sylus would let you take his soul if you wanted to; What was a jacket?
So you went on your merry way, spending the day wrapped in his scent, exploring the new corners of the base you somehow still managed to find after all this time.
By the time Sylus finished his affairs and returned home, you were left bored and twiddling your thumbs on the couch, sprawling across it while playing a video game on your phone. It was evening and the house had settled into a comfortable temperature, but you still couldn't bring yourself to part with the cloud like material of his jacket.
Sylus, looking weary as ever, stepped through the main door, slipping off his shoes and coat. Hearing his entrance, your body jolted up and you rushed over to where he stood. “Sylus! You’re back!”
Glancing up at you, he let his shoulders relax just a little as he took in your entire figure. Realizing what you were wearing, his eyebrow cocked up, his face shifting into immediate amusement. Reaching him, you leaned up and hugged his neck, letting his strong cologne and physical warmth replace the flimsy reassurance the jacket had given you all these hours.
Looking down at you, Sylus seemed to realize a few things. Of course, it had always been obvious that you were much shorter and smaller than him. But seeing his jacket, tailored to him perfectly, now resting on you almost like an oversized cloak... The sleeves easily reached past your hands, leaving your fingertips completely out of sight. The broad shoulder pads drooped almost halfway down your arms, and the hem spanned all the way to your mid-thigh. Yeah, you were engulfed.
A part of him felt strangely territorial at the sight. His lover, in his clothing, showing him exactly how small and fragile you were compared to him.
Noticing he was still staring, you looked down at yourself, remembering your little thievery earlier. “Oh yeah, sorry. It was so cold in here, I hope you don't mind that I borrowed it.”
“Quite the contrary, sweety.”
You were splayed on his bed, entirely naked except for the jacket still draped over your trembling body after Sylus insisted you keep it on. He was a man who usually let you take the lead, letting you use him however you pleased. But today, his restraint seemed to be teetering on snapping entirely.
Two of his fingers were curled up deep in your cunt, more than enough to stuff you fully.
“Just so pliant for me, aren't you, kitten? My fingers are all you can take,” he huffed mockingly, looking at you pathetically squirming and struggling over practically nothing compared to what he could really be giving you.
He worked rhythmically, letting his digits plunge in and out of you with obscene squelches. “I wonder if I'll even fit.” Sylus could basically be talking to himself; you were too far gone with the way he kept prodding and bullying against that one spot, making your eyes roll back into your skull.
“We should check, no?” At your lack of response, Sylus retracted his fingers suddenly, the glisten of your juices dripping down his knuckles as he lapped it all up devotedly.
“Sylus- wha–,” you started to protest, but he cut you off with a hard rub to your clit, effectively silencing you. You let out a desperate whimper, arching off the bed as he delivered the final push into your unraveling.
Too distracted by your orgasm, you didn't notice that Sylus had already pushed off his pants and underwear. You looked up to see his dick spring up against his abdomen, an angry red that looked almost painful. Reaching back to hover over you, he lined himself on top of your stomach– heavy and warm, the tip reaching all the way to your belly button. If it wasn't for the rolling afterwaves of your high, you would've tried to claw away from him at the sight.
Sylus looked down at you, slotted perfectly beneath him, the jacket falling open further with the rise and fall of your chest. Your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in as you tried to anchor yourself while his thick cock kept shoving inside you, inch by inch.
You just felt so goddamn full.
Gazing past your chest, you saw he wasn't even halfway done feeding you his length, yet you could already see the faint outline of where his cock rested, peeking through your belly.
“You can do better, sweety. Be good and take everything for me, hm?” He still had that insufferable smirk on his face, thoroughly amused by your plight. This prick. To take your own little revenge, you dug your nails into him deeper and clenched his cock with everything your poor pussy could offer, which earned a sharp hiss from him.
“Stop! No– no more, Sylus- AHH-!” Your breathless words were cut off entirely as he leaned over, placed a palm flat against the growing bulge in your lower tummy, and pressed.
You swore you could see nothing but white. You practically drenched him with how much your cunt squirted. Sylus chuckled darkly, looking down at you like his new little plaything.
“You can give me more of that now, can't you?”
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♡ Bunny's Note: Let me know if you want the rest of the LIs for this trope! Whose hoodie or shirt shall we steal next? ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎
edit: I resposted this to see if it'll show up on search and tags again, cause i think tumblr was spam filtering me.
first day, first lecture, actually. he stepped in late, and the only empty seat left was beside you. you both stared at the professor in pure, utterly confused silence, question marks probably floating on top of your heads as you tried to gather anything. after five minutes, you simply turned and asked him to let you pass so you could leave.
he grabbed his stuff, joining you. he asked if you wanted to grab coffee, and that’s how it all started.
three years later, you were the untouchable sukuna ryomen’s girlfriend. your relationship was private, no one knew any details (it wasn’t like anyone would dare to ask sukuna, especially with the way his resting face was a terrifying glare to everyone else) and you two preferred it that way.
no one knew the details. no one knew how sukuna was deeply and utterly smitten— the scowling, terrifying, muscular 6’4 man turning immediately into lovesick puppy for you. clingy, needy, obsessed, your guard dog of a boyfriend never ever let you doubt his love. he always made it clear, whether it was his arm’s wrapped around you every chance he got, or him spamming your phone whenever you weren’t around, using any excuse to talk to you, or the way he dropped everything for you, making it clear you were his first priority, or the way he listened intensely to every word that left your mouth and noticed everything about you— which showed when he referenced your words from months ago, or bought you gifts you didn’t even mention, or could tell you weren’t okay from a single glance.
it really was not a lie that sukuna ryomen loved you. he knew it. you knew it. his frat knew it. everyone that really knew sukuna knew he loved you.
which was why the break up broke you.
that night didn’t even seem real. he had ignored you for a total of three days, replying to your texts dryly, which was already odd. then, he showed to to your place in the middle of the night, jaw clenched, eye bags dark, like he hasn’t slept in days. he didn’t elaborate, didn’t explain— simply told you he was tired, that he couldn’t do this anymore, and walked away.
like he didn’t just ruin you. like you two weren’t discussing your shared future a few days ago. like you two hadn’t already agreed what stupid fucking roses you wanted at your wedding. like he hasn’t kissed you so softly just a few days ago, murmuring soft pleads for you to never leave him.
to make it worse, he didn’t disappear after. he attended your shared lectures as usual— sitting behind you, always behind you, like he needed to keep you in his vision. he left your notifications on, which you knew because he remained the first to view every story until you blocked him. he kept going to your favorite cafe beside campus (he didn’t even like their coffee) at the exact same time you always did, his sad eyes set on you, buying a single water bottle each time, until you stopped going. you even had to stop going to the library late at night, because he would always be there, blank notebooks open as he pathetically pretended to focus when his eyes wouldn’t leave you alone. even late at night, when you would scroll through your chats, you would see his bubble. tying. erasing. there.
it was worse, because it was obvious that he still loved you.
it made you want to scream, really. it would have been better if he just… pretended you didn’t exist. ignored you. blocked you first. flirted with girls in your vision. did anything to make you feel like he didn’t care anymore. like he didn’t give a fuck, so you could move on. so you wouldn’t get the stupid urge to show up to his place and ask him what the fuck his issue was. so you could hate him.
but again, unfortunately for you, sukuna was never good at hiding his love for you.
it was going to be okay, though. because sukuna already broke it up, and moving on was clearly the only good solution. it wasn’t like he will ever come back, anywa—
bzzz.
dilf420: bro. ur fucking bf is sulking and ruining my party. can you come pick his drunk ass up. ill pay u.
you blinked once at the notification, then twice, then immediately opened it. you really should have blocked the whole frat.
you: broke up. no longer my bf. also, ur broke.
toji replied immediately.
dilf420: idc that u two broke up he’s drunk and blabbering about missing his fucking wife come pick his ass up
you stared at the dm blankly, eyes staring at the words like it would disappear if you blinked.
his fucking wife.
your throat felt dry. heart physically hurting, like someone’s fingers were digging into the muscle and squeezing it the way sukuna used to squeeze your fingers before kissing each knuckle. it hurt, so much, your vision slowly blurring the longer you stared at the three words.
on the other side of the phone, sukuna was pressed against toji, shoving his face into the cracked screen, face flushed from the alcohol, lips almost pouting, hair messy from running his hands through it so many times. “is she answerin’?” he muttered, voice slurred. “my pretty wife, is she comin’?”
toji sighed. “nah, man. she left me on read. you’re so fucked.”
sukuna groaned, stumbling slightly before he was leaning on the wall, eyes shut in pure devastation. “she hates me. what if she doesn’t wanna get back?”
“…you showed up at three in the morning and broke up with her without giving her a reason, bro. on gojo’s soul, she does not want to get back.”
it was silent for a few seconds before a quiet sniffle echoed in the room, and toji’s head snapped to the untouchable, scary figure sliding down the wall, face buried into his hands, shoulders trembling. toji’s eyes widened briefly, but sukuna grunted, the sound shaky. “not a fucking word.”
the next monday, you were still recovering from toji’s dm as you slid into your morning, 8:30 am lecture. you were half-asleep, buried in sweatpants and a hoodie, hood up in an attempt to hide from the world. your eyes were drooping sleepily, head slowly slipping from where your head rested on your palm, the tip of your pen slowly seeping ink into the paper.
someone slides beside you, and you freeze. you knew that cologne. you bought that cologne.
you didn’t move a muscle, shoulders tense, eyes suddenly focused as they stared ahead. you could feel his gaze, his thigh pressing against yours in the annoyingly small seats. you could feel the heat from his skin, even from the thick fabric of your sweatpants.
…what the fuck was he doing?
your jaw clenched, before you took a quiet deep breath, convincing yourself he must have not looked properly when picking a seat. it takes a few minutes, but you’re finally able to focus back on your professor again, ignoring the way you could feel his gaze shifting to you ever few seconds.
“…i’m sorry.”
you sucked in a sharp, annoyed breath, gaze still ahead, fingers tightening around the pen in your grasp, eyes unamused. he slowly placed a cup on your desk— your favorite coffee, from your favorite cafe. you froze, and you could see him wincing from your peripheral vision.
“…give me a chance explain, please?”
you carefully pushed yourself up, grabbing your bag and notebook, and silently stepped out of the hall. outside, toji was standing, a sigh on his lips as he caught up with you despite how you only spared him an annoyed glare.
“he loves you, you know that.” toji murmured. “give him a chance to explain.”
“no.” you muttered. “he’s a coward who left me without an explanation. now he wants to give me one?”
toji grimaced. “that wasn’t his brightest moments, but… come on, he’s your sukuna.”
“he made it clear he’s not.”
that night, you were dragged to one of their parties, curtesy of gojo begging you to show with tears and snot running down his face, using a lame excuse about how everyone in the frat misses you. you didn’t buy it, but you had to stop the embarrassingly loud bawling boy on your doorstep.
now, you sat in their kitchen, perched on the counter, an overly sweet drink between your fingers, and a staring ex-boyfriend on the other side.
sukuna was sulking.
eyes set on you, lips pursed, arms crossed— he ignored everyone who stared at him just so he could keep his eyes on you. geto and nanami sighed as they passed, geto offering him a bottle casually, and sukuna grabbed it, eyes still on you before he tilted his head back and drowned half the bottle down, only stopping when nanami pulled it back while snapping about expensive liquor.
the thing about sukuna? he was a lightweight, and an emotional drunk. that usually manifested in a shorter temper when he wasn’t with you, and him being unbelievably clingy with you, and now, a few hours after gulping random drinks down?
it manifested in him dragging himself to stand in front of you, lips wobbling and eyes tearful, looking like a kicked puppy instead of the frat bro everyone was terrified off. “baby…”
you hated how your own heart clenched, fingers digging into your palm to prevent yourself from cooing at him and tugging him into your hold safely. you only narrowed your eyes at him, and his eyes glossed even more. he opened his mouth, probably to beg, only to halt dangerously.
you, unfortunately, knew him too well. you let out a loud groan, quickly jumping off and dragging him to an empty bathroom upstairs, shutting the door just in time for him to drop to his knees and empty his stomach out into the toilet. he let out a choked sob between retches, and you sighed, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, a hand slowly rubbing his back. “dumbass.”
“i miss you so much,” he immediately whimpered, eyes shut painfully. “i miss you so, so, much. please, angel, forgive me, please— i want you back, i need you back, ‘m a stupid son of a bitch for every breaking it off, i need you in my life, please—“
he was interrupted with another gag, and you sighed, resuming to rub his back as he continued, your own vision blurry, heart shattering at the broken sob he let out once he was done.
“breathe.” you murmured softly. “come on, kuna, breathe for me. you can do that, yeah?”
“no,” he choked out. “i can’t— can’t even breathe without you, baby. please, please, forgive me for being a dumb idiot, i need my wife back, please—“
“if you breathe now, and we can talk tomorrow.”
it was almost humorous how he immediately straightened up, red, watery eyes wide, nose red and cheeks flushed from the alcohol. you sighed, reaching over to wipe his tears away, and he let out a pathetic whine, immediately leaning into your touch. you finally helped him up, forcing him to brush his teeth before you opened the door, quietly leading him into his room.
inside, he immediately flopped into bed, tired, sad eyes staring up at you. “you’ll… talk to me, right? please, baby?”
“tomorrow,” you murmured, throwing him a pair of shorts. “just sleep now, okay?”
he nodded frantically, eyes shutting quickly, obediently.
no one would believe this was the version of sukuna ryomen you knew— now when everyone else got the loud, short-tempered, rude, asshole version of him. you stared at him softly, watching his breathe even out, eyes fluttering shut, before you sighed softly, and stepped out of his room.
the next morning, you woke up to sukuna in front of your door, hair messy and eyes exhausted, yet holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers and your favorite coffee, the other messily trying to adjust his shirt to look more presentable. the second you opened your door, eyes sleepy and hair messily, lips pulled into a frown, he froze.
red eyes widened softly before his body relaxed, eyes softening, and breathed out slowly. “…hi.”
you reluctantly opened the door wider, letting him in. he stepped in, 6’4 solid figure suddenly seeming small, gently setting the items down, hands that are used to throwing punches leaning down to carefully adjust a delicate petal before he straightened up, eyes falling back on you, so full of unsaid emotions that they were already glossing over.
after a few seconds, he swallowed harshly, throat bobbing before he took a step closer. “i missed you.”
you frowned, eyes narrowing. “why did you break up, sukuna?”
“please,” he choked out the second the name escaped your lips, eyes wide in pure devastation. “please, angel. ryo, kuna, baby, pretty boy— anything but that.”
your frown deepened. he let out a defeated, shaky breath, and stepped even closer. “i broke it because i was a fucking idiot. i… i never loved someone so much, angel, i never cared about someone so much. you made me the happiest person alive, and… i knew you deserved better.”
you froze. he sniffled, taking another step closer, eyes desperately and voice breaking. “angel, i… i’m a selfish, possessive asshole, and you deserve someone perfect. i was so scared that you’ll wake up one day and end it, so i… just did.”
your vision clouded with tears, and he dropped to his knees, eyes wet with unshed tears. “i was a stupid, fucking idiot. i should have stayed, talked to you, got the reassurance i know my angel would give me, but i didn’t want to be selfish… i thought i was doing what’s best for you…”
he let his head drop, face falling to press against your abdomen, a loud, pained whimper escaping him. “turns out i was a fucking idiot for ever considering letting you go. i… i have been miserable, angel, bawled my fucking eyes out an embarrassing amount of times. i miss you so much, baby, i can’t— i can’t live with you. i can’t sleep, eat, breathe,” he gasped, hands trembling as they slowly reached to hold into your waist, and let out a louder sob once his fingers touched your body, tears soaking your shirt. “i need you in my life, angel. please, i can’t live without you. my heart only exists to beat for you. i was a fucking moron to ever think about letting you go. you deserve so much better— and i promise, ‘ll be better. i’ll be a better boyfriend, a better partner, a better everything— just, give me a chance,”
you sniffled. the second you did, his head snapped up, eyes wide and tearful and horrified, and he immediately shot to his feet, ignoring his own soaked face as gentle fingers slowly cupped your cheek, wiping your tears away. “please don’t cry, i can’t handle you being upset, please—“
“you idiot.” you finally whispered. he froze, eyes wide and pained, and you only stepped closer, letting your head drop into his chest. his arms immediately wrapped around you, pulling you until no space existed between you both. “are you stupid?”
“i am. i’m sorry, baby,” he whispered back. “i’m so sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m—“
“shut up.” you croaked out. “you’re an idiot. i love you as you are, you asshole.”
“i know, baby. i’m sorry.” he buried his face into your neck, his tears damping your shirt once more. “i’m never leaving you again, angel. not even physically— i’ll be so clingy you’ll get sick of me. i can’t live without you, i’m sorry, i’m sorry.”
you let him hold you, eyes shut tiredly. “…idiot.”
he let out a sharp laugh, holding you even tighter, pressing wet kisses all over your face until a smile broke on your pretty lips, and you could physically feel him finally breathing normally, still pressing kisses to your face, gentle and needy and desperate. “i know, angel. only an idiot would ever walk away from you. never, ever again. i love you. never, ever again. i’ll marry you, my love. never leaving you again.”
a/n i hate tumblr i had to write this three times </3 anyways hi ^^ still obsessed w these headers…
୨୧ — Valko was sprawled on his stomach, one arm dangling off the edge of the bed, hair an absolute disaster, ears twitching occasionally at sounds only he could hear. His tail had escaped the covers sometime in the night and lay flopped over your legs like a furry anchor.
It wagged once. Twice. Even in sleep, some part of him always knew you were there.
You'd been awake for an hour already- crept out at an ungodly time to execute your master plan, then slipped back in to wait. The apartment smelled like vanilla and sugar and slightly burnt frosting (you'd scraped off the evidence), and the living room was housing a mountain of wrapped presents you'd been secretly hoarding for weeks.
His nose twitched.
There it is.
You watched his brow furrow, still mostly asleep, processing the unusual scent data. His tail started wagging faster. Then his ears perked up- one, then the other, swiveling toward the bedroom door like little radar dishes.
“Mmrph” A grumble. His arm reached out blindly, patting the mattress until he found your thigh and latched on, “Why's it smell like... cake?”
“Good morning to you too.”
One golden eye cracked open. Then the other. He squinted at you suspiciously, clearly not trusting his own senses this early, “‘S not my birthday.”
“It literally is.”
He buried his face back into the pillow, “Birthdays are for people who age. I refuse. I'm eternal.”
You snorted and scratched behind one ear. His whole body went boneless, a low rumble building in his chest.
Cheater, he thought hazily. Using the ears against me.
“Made you a cake,” you said in the sweetest fucking voice.
His head lifted. Both ears now at full attention, pointed directly at you with laser focus.
“…What kind?”
“Chocolate. Three layers. Homemade buttercream… There may also be irresponsible amounts of presents. That leather jacket you've been staring at for six months? Those limited edition headphones that sold out in three minutes?" You grinned. "Oh, and I contacted that artist you like for a custom commission- it won't be ready for weeks so you're getting an IOU with a badly drawn wolf on it. Don't judge my art skills."
His tail was going insane now- hard enough to shake the bed. But his face was doing that thing where he tried to look cool and unaffected and was failing spectacularly.
She remembered, he thought, something warm and overwhelming expanding in his chest. Every stupid little thing I mentioned once. She was listening. She planned this. For me.
You didn't get to finish the sentence.
Valko moved fast and suddenly you were pinned beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his face inches from yours.
“You,” he said roughly, “are so annoying.”
“Rude. I made you cake-“
“The most annoying person I've ever met.” He kissed your forehead. “Insufferable even.” Your nose. “Absolutely unbearable.” The corner of your mouth.
You cupped his face in both hands.
“Happy birthday, my little wolfie.”
He made a small, undignified sound. His tail drooped. His ears flattened.
And then he buried his face in your neck, arms wrapping around you tight enough to squeeze the air from your lungs, and just... stayed there. Breathing you in.
You held him tighter, scratching at the base of his ears as his whole body melted against yours.
His tail started wagging again- slower, softer.
Best day, he thought. Best person. Gonna marry her.
“So,” you finally said, breaking the silence, “wanna see your presents? Orrrr is it still too early?”
He bit your shoulder. Not hard. Just enough to make you yelp.
“Five more minutes.” He lifted his head, flashing that sharp grin- still slightly watery but getting cockier, “Then presents. Then cake. Then I'm gonna show you exactly how grateful I am. Repeatedly.”
“...It's eight AM.”
“And? I've got all day. You gave me three layers. That's at least three rounds.”
“That math doesn't-“
He dropped back down, pressing a kiss to your pulse point, “My birthday. My math.”
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