♡ warnings: fratboy!caleb x cheating fem!reader, drug use, dirty talk, caleb is kind of an asshole, spit, condescension, brat taming
♡ summary: you fuck your boyfriend's frat brother, caleb
♡ soundbite: "What is it, baby? Do you want a kiss, hm? You know kissing is really intimate. If your boyfriend wasn't going to leave you for being such a little whore and bouncing on my dick...surely if I kiss you, he'll have no choice but to break up with you. You know I'd--fuckkk--I'd hate to get in the way of a happy home."
♡ a/n: uhhh all of my fics got deleted... so i guess imma reupload all three parts of fratboy caleb surpriseeeee
It was hot—too hot. Every inch of your skin was sticky with sweat as you desperately tried to focus on your breathing, worried that everyone else could hear how loud your heart was beating in your chest.
“She’s gone, man.” One of the voices spoke out from the couch on the other side of the tiny room that you couldn’t be bothered to try to identify. You gently tapped your foot in time with the song that played softly from someone’s phone —you wanted to ask what the name of it was, but every time you tried, you’d lose your train of thought, the cloud of smoke taking over all of your senses.
“Told you she was a lightweight.” This voice, you did recognize, and despite how calm you’d been only a few seconds earlier, your mood was ruined immediately.
“Shut the fuck up, Caleb.” Your tone lacked conviction. It came out as more of a question than an order, making the dark-haired boy across the room smile as he inhaled another round of smoke.
“Ouch… you’ve wounded me,” he said, slamming his hand against his chest, biting his bottom lip in a clear attempt not to laugh in your face.
“Be nice, babe. Caleb’s just fucking with you, right?” The man next to you spoke up, languidly rubbing your shoulder as he leaned back into the beanbag the two of you shared in the corner. Caleb held his hands up in surrender,
“You know me—a jokester.” You rolled your eyes, scrunching your nose in annoyance at the sight of him, but he couldn’t have been any more amused as the rest of the guys in the room laughed at his comment, your boyfriend included, much to your irritation.
“Fuck…I’ve gotta’ eat something.” The topic was instantly changed, incessant chatter filling the space about what everyone was in the mood for, but all you could focus on was the pair of violet eyes watching you through the smoke. There was a glimmer of something in his gaze, a hint of a challenge, like he was daring you to say something, but you didn’t. Instead, your eyes were too busy studying the way his arms looked draped over the back of the sofa, the veins in his biceps evident, hands drawing an imperceptible pattern on the fabric…he was annoying, but god, he was so fine.
Apparently, more time had passed than you’d initially thought, because your eyes had already moved all the way down to the way Caleb’s legs spread out wide in his seat, toned thighs peaking from beneath a loose pair of basketball shorts, before you’d felt a small peck on your cheek, “Do you want to ride with us?”
You shook your head in disgust, the thought of being in a moving vehicle instantly making you feel queasy. The weight was quickly gone from the opposite side of the beanbag, making it tilt a little as your boyfriend stood up, along with everyone else in the room. There were only six or seven of you, a bunch of your boyfriend’s fraternity brothers and two girls that you’d never seen before and you’d probably never see again—they all stood, pulling on their jackets and slowly making their way to the door as you snuggled down further into your seat.
“You not coming, Caleb?” One of the short-haired girls shouted out, louder than necessary, but the doe-eyed look on her face suggested that this reveal was rather disappointing to her. You shared a similar sentiment, as you finally realized that Caleb was the only person who hadn’t gotten up. In fact, he looked more comfortable than before, sitting up as he got ready to roll another blunt.
“Nah, motion sickness y’know. Could you bring me a taco or two back, though?”
“Oh, sure! Don’t worry about cashapping mea or anything, I got you.” She squealed, seemingly grateful to have received such a task.
“Aw, that’s my girl, always looking out. Thank you, baby.” You couldn’t help but contort your face at the sickeningly sweet sound of his voice, combined with the way the girl practically skipped out of the room, slamming the door behind her. It wasn’t until you heard the sound of someone’s engine revving up through the window that you thought about it, damn, a taco would’ve been really good right now.
“Don’t sit still too long like that, you’ll get stuck, y’know?” The smirk in his voice was evident even as you stared up at the ceiling, counting the popcorn stars in the paint.
“Don’t you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?” He stifled a laugh at your statement, which only annoyed you even more. It was impossible for you to get under Caleb’s skin the way that he did yours. It was effortless—almost ever since the first time your boyfriend invited you over to one of the frat’s parties, Caleb’s attention was on you immediately, his gaze following you through the house all night.
The first few times you met, he wouldn’t even talk to you, just watching you from across the room, smirking anytime you opened your mouth to speak, like he was just itching to say something back. Then, seemingly overnight, he’d gone from ignoring you to incessantly bothering you—he was like a gnat that just wouldn’t quit buzzing around. He’d tease you endlessly, under the guise of you being ‘like a little sister to him,’ but in reality, you couldn’t stand him, and he knew it—he just didn’t care.
“Not really, no. I’ve been told I have a nice voice, actually—maybe I should ask around again.” You couldn’t get a witty response out back to him as fast as you’d wanted because, unfortunately, he was right. You were stuck—you felt glued to the cushion, slowly sinking into the beanbag chain more and more with every breath. The lack of rebuttal caught Caleb’s attention instantly, knowing you were physically unable to hold back that smart ass mouth of yours.
“Keep talking to me. You’re too high. I told you not to sit still.”
“I hate you.” You just said the first thing that came to mind, your mouth moving uncontrollably. He let out another stifled laugh.
”Yeah, that works. Pick your head up…you gotta’ move around. Why do you hate me, hm? Keep talking for me, c’mon.”
"You're just so...ughhhh!" You writhed in frustration, sluggishly, your brain unable to focus long enough to form an explanation. This wasn't from your high, though; you wouldn't have even been able to explain why you hated Caleb so much while you were sober.
"Wow, what a profound statement. This is the intellect your boyfriend is always praising you for... I see the appeal."
"Don't wanna talk about him." It was quiet, barely above a whisper under your breath, but this caught Caleb's attention. He adjusted in his seat, eyes fixated on you so intensely, you could've sworn his stare was going to burn a hole into your skull.
"Why is that, hm? All he ever wants to talk about is you, after all." He took a pause, that same sinister grin creeping back onto his face as your eyes wandered around the room, looking anywhere but at his face.
"You wanna know why I think you hate me so much? It's because I. Turn. You. On." Now, it was your turn to laugh.
"Caleb... the sound of your voice quite literally makes my clit retract into my body. I promise you... You do nothing for me."
"You don't have to lie, you know? No one else is here. I see the way you look at me... biting your lip, staring at the print of my dick in my sweatpants whenever you come over. When you visit your boyfriend… do you listen to me fucking girls on the other side of the wall? Do you wish it was you that I was touching like that? Do you wish that I'd whisper nasty things in your ears while you scream like they do?"
"God, I knew you were full of yourself, but this is a new level, Caleb. What is it? Did you not get enough attention from mommy growing up, hm? Is that why you're so obsessed with trying to fuck everything on two legs?" You weren't stuck anymore, sitting all the way up in your seat, eyes locked on his, chest puffed out, an unusual bass in your voice that made his smile grow so wide he resembled the Cheshire cat.
"You know," he was interrupted by another thick puff of smoke escaping his full lips, "In that entire speech you just gave, not once did you deny it."
"Oh, I'm sorry, was that not clear enough for you? Let me say it slowly so you can get it through your head." You stood up, legs trembling at the sudden change of position. The sound of your heels clicking against the wooden floor accentuated every step you made as you grew closer and closer to the infuriating man with every word that fell from your mouth, "You. Don't. Turn. Me. On." It was a lie--a confidently delivered lie, but a lie nonetheless.
"Prove it." Your brows furrowed in confusion, face scrunching up at the odd command.
"How the fuck do you prove something like that?" He leaned forward, the lit blunt still expelling smoke as he held it languidly between two of his fingers. His hand reached out to you, rough palm gripping your exposed thigh just beneath the hem of your skirt.
"If I slide my hand up," He inched his fingers closer to your heat, daring to brush against your panties. "You won't be wet, right? Since I don't turn you on, huh?" Your bodies were so close to each other's, too close, as you stood between his legs. If the door flung open any second, this position would make it impossible to deny any accusations that something inappropriate was occurring, so why weren't you moving away from him? Why weren't you pushing his warm hand off your leg? Why weren't you cussing him out or slapping him? Why were you soaked through your panties?
Without warning, you felt the pads of his fingertips beneath the fabric, pulling your panties to the side, exposing your pussy to the cool air. "Tell me to stop," he said, looking up at you, his eyes low and dark. You should've told him to stop, but you didn't. You felt it again--you were stuck.
His middle finger slid between the folds of your lips with far too much ease... You were unbelievably wet. Upon making the discovery, Caleb couldn’t help but laugh, which made your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. "Is this what your pussy feels like when your 'clit has retracted into your body?’"
"Fuck you." Your voice was so shaky you had to hang your head in shame, unable to meet his gaze any longer.
"It certainly seems like you want to. What would your boyfriend think if he saw you like this? His perfect girl being such a slut for my fingers..." It didn't take long for him to find your clit, but he wouldn't touch it. His finger just kept missing it ever so slightly... this was your punishment--for making him wait so long to get you like this, you both knew he wasn't going to let you off easily.
"You keep bucking into my hand, baby? What is it, huh? Am I not touching you where you want?"
"Caleb...please."
"I just don't know what you want. Is that a please stop?" He didn't bother giving you a chance to object before pulling his fingers away, leaving your chest heaving, eyes squeezing shut in agony, but he couldn't have been any more entertained by the sight. He leaned back once again, his hand, which was now slick with your wetness, slid beneath the waistband of his shorts, wasting no time in pulling out exactly what he knew you'd been desperately waiting for. His dick was pretty, just like everything else about him. He was so painfully hard, the tip of his cock dripping as you watched it rhythmically disappear into his fist. He never put down the blunt, taking hits every now and again between moans.
"Fuck...you made my dick so hard it hurts. You're so mean. Won't you come kiss it better?" His eyes widened as he saw the quickness with which you fell to your knees. He leaned the head of his cock down towards you. You watched as it throbbed only an inch away from your lips--you were salivating.
"Go on, sweetheart. Be a good girl and kiss him for me." You did--plush lips pressing against the head of his cock ever so lightly, but it was enough to make him shudder into you.
"Fuck, come here." His free hand gripped the sides of your face, bringing you back to your feet before pulling you into his lap. Another cloud of smoke escaped his lips, blowing directly into your face, before he tossed the blunt into the ashtray on the coffee table. Your foreheads rested against each other, both slick with sweat, your eyes looking into one another's, both dark with need.
"Tell me to stop." The familiar words left his lips once again...the first time it was more of a dare, but this time it sounded as though he was actually begging you--pleading with you to be the one to put a stop to things, knowing that he couldn't do so himself.
"Please..." Your cunt ached only inches above his cock, practically dripping onto his lap... You both knew there was no stopping now. "Fuck me, Caleb."
"Shittt... you're so fucking tight." These were the words that left his lips as he slid inside of you, his gaze not leaving your face as he watched your expression change as you stretched open around him, your walls gripping him so tightly he wanted to cum right then and there.
"Mmmmh fuck, you're so--" You couldn't get it out, gripping your bottom lip against your teeth for fear that you'd say something more embarrassing than you already had. Caleb wasn't going to let this slide, though, as he tightened his grip on your thigh just as you were about to grind against him, forcing your hips still.
"So what? Didn't I tell you to keep talking for me? Say it or I'll hold you right here, squirming on my dick until your boyfriend gets back."
"No, no, no, fuck fine. You're so...big." You couldn't even look away, his palm still forcing your face against his.
"Oh yeah? Sure doesn't seem like you hate me so much now, does it, baby? You like me, don't you, slut? Admit it." Caleb's self-control was demonic, and you knew that he was petty enough not to cum just to punish you for not giving him what he wanted. So you did.
"Yes..."
"I couldn't hear you. What was that, sweet girl?" He gently slid your hips up on his length, eliciting a nasty moan from the back of your throat before slamming his hips back up into you.
"Yes, fuck I like you. Fuck you're so annoying."
"Aw... there it is. You just can't be sweet for long, can you? That's okay, mama. I just need to show you how to be good, hm?" He pressed the softest kiss to the crook of your neck, his hot breath making your core ache even more.
"I think this pussy likes me too...she's sucking on my cock so fucking well. You just need daddy to be nice to this pussy, huh? Is that it? Will that make you be good for me?" His fingers, still soaked from both of your juices, pushed their way past your lips, resting against your tongue as you stared at him in awe of just how good he felt inside of you. He rocked you back and forth against his lap, fucking you deep and slow...fucking you how you needed, not how he wanted. It turned you on so much the way he looked up at you, pressing little kisses against your skin as he worked himself into you over and over again. You couldn't help but whine as he picked up the pace, already getting embarrassingly close as he kept whispering filthy words into your ear.
"Shit... you're squeezing me so tight, baby. You're not gonna cum already, are you? Maybe I should slow down..."
"No, no, please. Don't stop."
"Yeah? Then beg me to let you cum. 'Say please, daddy, play with my pussy so I can cum all over your dick.'" There was no point in embarrassment anymore...you repeated every word verbatim, and it only made him fuck you faster, unable to contain himself any longer. He pulled his finger out of your mouth, wasting no time before rubbing the wetness all over your slick clit, which practically had your tongue hanging out of your mouth by now.
"Fuck that's so embarrassing--begging for dick from someone you can't stand. What a slut...go ahead then. Cum." You were close, so close... but you just couldn't get there yet. Your lips were a mere centimeter away from his, your eyes tracing each other's expressions... you've never wanted to kiss anyone so bad--and Caleb could tell.
He spoke up, unable to waste one last chance to tease you. "What is it, baby? Do you want a kiss, hm? You know kissing is really intimate. If your boyfriend wasn't going to leave you for being such a little whore and bouncing on my dick...surely if I kiss you, he'll have no choice but to break up with you. You know I'd--fuckkk--I'd hate to get in the way of a happy home."
"Please...kiss me. I--fuckkk--I need you to kiss me." So he did. It was a kiss so deep and slow and sloppy, his tongue moving against yours just right, the taste of the weed still on both of your lips as you kept grinding into one another.
"Fuck, please. I think I-I'm gonna cum, daddy." You said, lips still against his, hands tangled in his hair as your walls quivered around his length.
"Yeah? That's okay... you've been so good for me. You can cum, pretty girl. Let go for me. I’ve been fucking you so good, I’ve earned it, haven't I?" That was all it took. You came so hard that tears streamed from your eyes, and your body trembled against Caleb's chest. As he felt your insides squeeze against him, Caleb had no choice but to do the same, his dick swelling inside of you. He came deep inside of you, his strong arms wrapped around your body, holding you against him.
"Oh my god..." As you quivered in his arms, Caleb's fingertips slowly rubbed against your spine, drawing small circles on your skin.
"I've never cum that hard in my life. Either you're that good at fucking or whatever we smoked came off the black market." A light chuckle left his lips; it was soft and comforting like music against the shell of your ear.
"Probably a little bit of both. It's my first time trying it too, bought it off a guy in my chem class--shit was not cheap."
"Mmh... you'll have to put me in touch. Did he say what strand it was?"
"Some dumb shit--pretty sure he called it ice cream cake."
In which you flirt with dilf!jjk men in a bar and they ask for your age (younger reader)
Satoru
“Damn!” He says, wide eyed and disbelieving. Spotting the embarrassed or deadpan look on your face, he quickly apologises. “Sorry, sorry. I just wasn’t expecting you to be so young.”
You raise a brow. “So you’re saying I look old.”
“Yeah.” Satoru nods, with a child-like gusto unbefitting his age. And when you get up to go, he hurriedly clutches your wrist, pink tinting his cheeks. “Sorry. That’s not what I meant. You just look more mature for your age, which now I say that, I realise that totally sounds super creepy. Sorry. Again. Let me buy you a drink and we can get to know each other more?”
“I don’t know…can you handle me, Satoru?”
He grins, feeling something well up in him, and not just his cock. “Don’t you worry about that. I know just how to handle a gorgeous girl like you."
Suguru
He whistles, barely audible under the buzz of the bar. His gentle smile softens his face, ever so slightly marred with age, grey streaks through his hair and crinkles at the corner of his eyes. “Are you even old enough to drink, pretty girl?”
You scoff. “Yeah, of course.”
Tracing a finger around the rim of his drink, he eyes you. “And are you old enough to be flaunting your cleavage around a man my age?”
“I’m not flaunting anything, mister. You’re just looking.”
“You got me there.” Suguru chuckles, doing nothing to hide the way his gaze skims down your body and up your skirt. “If you’d let me, I’d be honoured to look some more.”
Choso
“You’re the same age as Yuji!” His smile is bright, a sharp contrast to his dark clothes and tattoos. Despite the greys in his hair, he maintains a youthful glee in his expressions. He doesn’t hold back, doesn’t let etiquette get in the way of expressing himself. Not even when the realisation sinks in and his smile drops. “Oh…you’re probably better off with him, actually.”
You shrug. “I don’t want Yuji. I want you.”
Choso gulps, overwhelmed with the sight of your tight dress and tighter body. Even the very scent of you, sweet and ripe, has his mouthwatering in a way he knows it shouldn’t. “Are you sure? I won’t be able to…um…keep up with you.”
His lashes flutter close when you run a nail down his pale cheek. “Don’t you worry about that. Just leave it all up to me.”
Toji
“Two thousand and?” He huffs, disbelief and amazement blending together. “Jesus. Didn’t even know people could be born after the 90s. Fuck. You’re legal though, right? You’re in your twenties?”
You nod, nails tapping on the glass of your beer bottle nervously. “Yeah.”
“You’re not gonna cling to me and think we’re gonna get married? And you’re not a virgin or sum shit?”
Heat rises to your cheeks and, defensively, you say, “No, of course not. I’m not some idiot. I know what I’m getting into.”
Taking a swig of his drink, he snorts. “Thank fuck. Alright, that’s enough for me. Where do you wanna do this? Backseat of my car? Alleyway? A motel?”
“Uh, can’t we go to your place?”
Toji fixes you a look then rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Come on then, kiddo.”
Kento
His brow rises. He checks his watch. “You’re too young for me, though I am flattered by your attention. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
“I’m not too young.” You grab his arm, fighting the urge to cower from his cold gaze. The flirtatious smiles he had given you, the heated looks, are all gone. Before, he looked like a daddy. Now, he looks like your father. “I’m an adult.”
Nanami shakes his head. “That may be so, but you’re far too young to have any kind of relationship with a man like me. Trust me, it’s for your own good.”
“Listen, Kento,” you begin, “I’m going to lose my virginity tonight, whether it's with you or not. But I really hope it's with you. Don’t you want to make sure I’m taken care of? That I’m given the attention and gentleness I deserve? What if someone takes advantage of–”
“Enough.”
You slump on his arm in defeat, cheek nuzzling the fabric of his blazer and feeling thoroughly told off. He was the perfect guy — tall, handsome, and a gentleman. Who else could be better?
Chin pinched and head tilted back, he forces you to look up at him. There’s tension in his face, like his morality is fighting with his rationality. His words come out gritted and scolding. “For your first time, I will be gentle, I will be patient and kind, but after that, I will have expected you to learn how to behave, to know what pleases me. Do not disappoint me.”
Sukuna
He scoffs. “You’re a fucking baby. What the hell are you doing walking around here flaunting your ass?”
“I’m not a baby. I’m grown. I can do what I want. Are you fucking me or not?”
Even from afar, you could tell he was a dangerous sort. Something about how he sat, thick legs spread with no shame, in the back corner, how people steered clear of him and he did nothing but watch. Despite that, you were drawn to his maturity, the way his hands didn’t shake as he gulped down his scotch or whatever he was drinking, and how he held your gaze as you approached. He wasn’t like the bumbling boys or leering old geezers. He was a man. A scary but hot as hell man.
Sukuna runs his eyes down your body, assessing, judging, tasting. When they come back up again, meeting yours, the corners of his lips tilts up. “Yeah. I can have some fun with you.”
You smile with relief.
“But if you start cuddling me after, I’m throwing you out naked and shivering. Got it, brat?”
toji always hated how your stuffed plushies take up nearly half of the bed space.
he never missed the chance to complain how little room he has when he slept over. his big, muscular frame would violently shake the bed, causing some of the plushies to fall to the ground.
“you have no regards for their life.” you would mumble, to which toji would just simply snort.
despite his disdain for the plush toys that surrounds the bed, he’s fond of acknowledging their presence during sex.
toji’s eyes were practically clouded with mischief while he watches you clutch a stuffed bear while he fucks you brutally.
your cheek was pressed against the belly of the bear while your hands helplessly clutched to the soft fur to steady yourself while toji thrusts ferally behind.
the soft fur muffled the nonsensical babbles that left your mouth as your brain turn into mush. it caught the drool and tears you shed from the pleasure.
with one final grunt and a deep thrust, toji filled you up with his seed that you’ve been begging him for. you gasped against the teddy bear as toji continued thrusting.
when he pulled out, he chuckled at the sight of your leaking hole. he forced your legs apart and angled your body so that your hole is facing the crowd of plushies that sat cutely on one edge of the bed.
at least 10 pairs of beaded eyes stare back at your ruined state.
“look at what i did to your mommy.” toji announced with two fingers spreading your lips & more of him leaked out.
cw - fatherly toji, dry humping, reader is ovulating, slight dirty talk about fertility, nipple sucking, daddy kink.
You’re so sensitive today it’s unbearable. Ovulation always hits you hard, and your body knows it—heat simmering under your skin, nerves alive and twitching, everything inside you throbbing with that heavy ache that sits deep between your thighs that could only be smoothed by one thing.
You’ve been restless all day, shifting, squirming, trying anything to distract yourself. You tell yourself to wait it out, to be patient while he eats and showers out of respect—but the second Toji steps out of the shower, huffs of steam curling around his bulky figure, a towel hanging low on his hips—exposing his delious happy trail, and his cock that’s half-stirred and tented beneath the fabric, it’s over.
Now he’s dressed, sitting back on the couch in those threadbare gray sweats, his hair still a bit damp and pushed back carelessly, and he looks heavy and relaxed after his long shift—shoulders broad, posture slouched in that lazy way that makes him look both tired and strong. The air around him carries that clean, minted scent of his body wash, and it cuts through with something deeper—his own natural warmth, the kind of masculine smell that lingers and pulls you closer without you meaning to.
His chest is broad and sculpted—bare beneath a loose black tank top, every line of muscle shifting when he breathes, and the sight alone has you dizzy. You barely climbed into his lap a few minutes ago, a shaky little whimper slipping out without meaning to—and now the fabric over his cock is already pulled tight, tented from nothing more than your weight against him.
“Mmn… baby,” he exhales, that lazy patient tone threading through it. His warm hand finds your soft thigh, his fingers spreading just enough to still your movement when you start to grind down against him. “I just sat down, sweetheart,” he murmurs, the corner of his mouth twitching like he’s fighting a smirk. His thumb strokes slow circles against your skin, voice dropping even lower as his eyes flick up to meet yours. “What’s got you squirming like that already?”
You pressed your feverish forehead to his collarbone, breath hot and ragged as you humped against the thick, rigid outline of his cock straining beneath his sweats. Your soaked little cunt smeared wet heat across the fabric. You just can’t help it, it feels so good when the thickest part of him digs into your core.
You can’t even speak. You just let out this pathetic whine, helplessly clinging to him with both arms around his neck while your hips do all the work, dragging your puffy folds over the length of him again and again, soaking through both layers of fabric.
His cock is so fucking hard. And warm. And right there.
“Aw, my poor baby,” he croons softly, resting his chin on your head. “That time again, huh?”
You nod with a whimper, your body still rocking, your breathing already getting shaky.
“Could feel it soon as you laid on me,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your temple as he plants a lazy kiss there. His big hands drops to your ass, cupping it gently through your thin little shorts—palms spreading wide to take greedy handfuls of the soft flesh. His thumbs press in deep at the base of each cheek, testing the give, then start kneading it softly, dragging the fabric tighter against your skin until it rides up into the crease.
He lets out a quiet breath through his nose as he massages the fat of it, thumbs sliding inward to part your cheeks just slightly, like he’s feeling the heat radiating off your soaked little cunt from underneath. “That needy little pussy starts drooling all over me the second you’re ovulating, doesn’t it?”
You nod again, barely able to speak, and your breath hitches hard when he rolls his hips up—just once, then again—rubbing the thick weight of his cock right against your achy clit. The pressure punches a strangled cry out of you, muffled where your face is buried against his neck, and your thighs jolt and tremble with need. He chuckles under his breath, unbothered, and drags one big hand up your spine in a steady, soothing stroke like he’s calming you down after getting you worked up on purpose. “Easy, baby,” he hums, cock twitching again beneath you. “Just like that”.
“Poor thing. So worked up you’re humping daddy through all these clothes. Not even begging properly—just rubbing on me”.
“Feels s’good, you babble breathlessly, still humping him. “Feels so good, daddy, please don’t make me stop—“
“Oh, I ain’t stopping you, baby. No way”. He leans back against the couch to get a better look at you, smirking proudly at your flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, and the way your lip is wobbling. “Fuck, look at you. You’re not even shy anymore, huh? Used to be, you’d ask all sweet. Now you just climb up here and grind on my dick like you own it”.
His hand moves between your bodies, cupping the soaked core between your legs and pressing his fingertips hard against your clothed pussy. “Feel that. Feels like you already came once, didn’t you, sweetheart? You been rubbing yourself in your room before I got home?"
“N-no—“ you whined, squirming in his lap. “Waited for you—couldn’t”
“Aww. My good little girl waited”. His voice dips, warm and fatherly, full of pride and filth as he kisses your cute nose. “And now you’re so pent-up you’re making a mess of daddy’s pants. Can’t even wait to get your clothes off, huh? Just had to feel my cock like this”.
You whimper when his fingers slide lower, pressing against your sticky folds through the thin fabric until they find the fat, blunt shape of his cockhead sitting right underneath. It’s so big and hot even through the barrier of your soaking shorts and his boxers. He uses his fingers to line it up with your drooling little entrance, pushing just enough for you to feel the ridge catch. Then he grinds it up into you slowly, dragging the thick crown against your clit and the seam of your cunt until you’re trembling. Smearing your slick all over both of you.
“Making your lil’ pussy all leaky,” he murmurs. “So warm and wet. You just wanna sit on it, don’t you? Sit that horny, ovulating cunt right down and take it all, yeah?”.
Your hips buck helplessly, a cry tearing out of your throat before you can swallow it down. He coos at you again, soft and almost indulgent, like he’s soothing a wound even as he feeds it. One big hand drags your shirt up lazily, bunching the fabric under your arms, and then his mouth is on your bare tits—kissing and mouthing at the soft, round flesh before his lips closed around one stiff nipple while his thumb toys with the other. He suckles sloppily, teeth scraping lightly, tongue swirling around your nipples while you keep grinding on him like you’ve lost control of your hips.
The noise between you turns obscene—slick squelches and sticky drags as your soaked little cunt rocks over the thick, twitching line of his shaft. His boxers are plastered to him, cockhead straining and jerking beneath you as you hump harder, the mess spreading, heat and wetness seeping through every layer until it feels like nothing separates his cock from your skin.
“Easy, baby, easy,” he soothes as he withdraws his lips back with a loud ‘pop’, a long string of spit continuing to his rosy lips and your nipple. one hand moved to the small of your back. “You get too worked up, you’re gonna soak my whole fucking couch. Why don’t we take those little shorts off, yeah? Let daddy see how bad she’s crying for me”.
You whimper, grinding even faster, and not even giving him the chance to tug it off.
He laughs at that. “Or not. You like the way it feels, huh? That rough cotton on your clit and my thick cock right underneath it? You’re behaving like a horny little bunny, baby”.
Your thighs are shaking now, tears pricking your lashes, because you’re so fucking close just from humping. And he knows. He sees it in your face, hears it in the wet slap of fabric, the soft hiccups in your breath.
“Gonna cum just like that?” he asks, genuinely amazed. “Didn’t even fuck you yet”.
“Please—Please don’t stop me—feels so good—!”
“Oh, I won’t stop you, baby,” he purrs, his hand back on your ass now, pulling your hips into each grind and taking partial control of movements. “Cum for me just like that, go ahead. Show me how much she needs daddy’s cock this time of the month. You’re so cute when you’re this desperate. You know l’ll fuck you after, right? After you cum, “I’ll stuff that fertile pussy so full with all the seed I’ve been saving for you today, you won’t know what to do”.
You let out a wrecked sob, burying your face in his neck again.
“I got you, baby. Come on. Let daddy feel how bad she wants it”.
older bf kento who is… actually too old for you. not just a few years age gap—you could easily be his daughter. and god he loves it, you’re so wide eyes and excited about the world he only sees gray in nowadays.
and of course the sex is good. he’s not so sexually liberated that he has an extensive set of skills to make you cum quick but god does he know how to worship a body like yours. you’ve never felt so wanted before ken—always trying to find an excuse to touch you, kiss you, fuck you :(
yeah and maybe he does like the looks you get when you’re together :(( maybe he loves it when waitresses assume you’re father-daughter, or your friends think you’re out with a family friend, or his friends pat him on the back for scoring such a pretty thing
because at the end of the day once you’re out of the public eye, he’s sinking his fat cock so deep inside of you that the age gap is the last thing on your mind. he’s not too old to breed you out!
୨୧ — "L- look at this mess," you gasped, glancing down to where your body joined with Caleb's. The mixture of your cream and his repeated release had created the most delicious looking white ring around the base of his cock, frothing and drooling with each thrust as you rode him mercilessly. Fuck, he felt so good- too good. You were practically drunk on him, on the way he filled you so completely, on the way he felt against your skin and the way he moaned beneath you.
Caleb's eyes followed your gaze, and the sight nearly made him cum again. "P- Pips- nghh," he groaned, watching the way your combined messes leaked down his cock and pooled beneath his ass, "m-milking me -hah- dry..."
This was his fourth orgasm of the night, and your greedy little cunt was still demanding more- begging and clamping around him every time he spilled in you like it was starved. Every time you lifted up, strings of thick cum connected you to his fat cock, only to be pushed back inside you when you slammed down again.
"I- I can't-" he groaned, but his hips bucked up, "y-you're gonna' kill me like this, Pipsqueak."
The thought that was driving him absolutely insane, the one that had his cock throbbing and continuously shooting out thick ropes of cum into you- there was no way you weren't pregnant after all this.
He'd pumped so much cum into your fertile womb that it was literally overflowing, creating that beautiful sticky white mess that coated the both of you. And damn, the thought of his seed taking root inside you, of your cute belly swelling with his child… The very idea had him spilling inside you for a fifth time, his body going stiff and his mouth falling open in a silent cry as his vision went white.
"Ah- CALEB!!!" Your eyes fluttered shut, mouth hanging open as his hot seed flooded your pussy once again tonight. The feeling had you spiraling towards another orgasm of your own, and your legs quivered from the effort it took to hold yourself up.
"Y-you'll be the perfect- mnph' m-mother..."
The image of you waddling around all pregnant with his baby, of everyone knowing it was him who fucked you so deeply and thoroughly, made his veiny cock twitch alive against your gummy walls again.
But it was the idea of Zayne seeing you like that -seeing you round and glowing with his child instead of his own- that sent Caleb's hips bucking wildly, fucking you through his orgasm and sending him into a frenzy.
"O-oh my g-god, fuckfuckfuck!!!" you babbled, eyes snapping wide at the force of Caleb's sudden movements.
“Want him to know…”
“What- s'that? W-who?”
"Z-ah- Zayne. Want him to know that you picked me.”
Caleb couldn’t handle it- Zayne having to examine you while you were pregnant, to listen to the heartbeat of your real childhood friend's unborn child in your stomach. All of this had him fucking you harder than he ever had before- his hands reaching up to wrap around your throat.
Your eyes rolled back as his grip tightened, squeezing and cutting off your airway, the sudden lack of oxygen had your brain fogging over even more and your limbs growing numb.
"C-Caleb," you choked, "c-cumming-"
His own eyes rolled back- breath hitching at the feeling of your perfect cunt clamping around him had him painting your cervix for the sixth time. Releasing your neck, his hands found his new favorite body part on you and pressed down firmly on the spot where your belly would soon be round as he gave you a few more sluggish pumps.
He was spent. Utterly drained and exhausted. He could barely lift his head up off the bed as he panted, his chest rising and falling heavily.
"Ca-Caleb~" your purred, lifting slightly to show him how his cum immediately began to drool out around the tip of his cock.
"P- Pip- hah- Pipsqueak," he rasped, trying to catch his breath. His hands dropping down to the mattress as his eyelids fluttered despite trying to keep them open. "You're gonna' be the death of me…"
"At least- at least it'll be a good death," you teased, collapsing atop him.
Caleb's arms instinctively wrapped around your smaller frame, keeping you pressed tightly to his chest as he nuzzled into your hair with the sweetest smile.
He couldn’t wait to see Zayne’s expression when you show up months from now for your exam.
imagine pulling a prank on older bf toji where after u guys fuck u pull out one of those star stamps used for kids that says "good job!"
pls this is hilarious AND HOT
Toji was still catching his breath, his body sprawled out across the bed like he’d just finished running laps. His sculpted chest was slick and glistening with sweat, chest rising and falling under the soft light of the lamp. He looked every bit the cocky old man who knew he just blown your back out, and that proud grin said it all.
Perfect.
You quietly reached into the nightstand, hand fumbling for the little plastic tube you’ve hidden earlier.
His brow twitched in confusion—usually, you’d be curled up against his warm chest, clinging to him like you always did after he fucked you stupid. “The fuck you doing over there?” he muttered, voice low with irritation.
You turned with the biggest grin, cap already popped off. Click.
He sat up halfway, squinting at you—trying to see what it was. “What’s that noise—”
Thunk. You stamped it right on his sweaty pec, hard enough to make him grunt. When you pulled away, there it was: a bright red star, bold against all that firm muscle.
“Good job,” you said sweetly, wobbling with suppressed laughter.
The silence stretched. He looked down at the star. Then back at you. Then back at the star.
“…You kidding me right now?”
You shook your head seriously while laughing. “Nope. You passed!”.
The bastard barked out a laugh, husky and rough, his chest shaking under your handiwork. “Oh, that’s cute. You grading me like I’m in kindergarten?” His fingers flexed, a big hand reaching to you and sliding up your bare thigh. “One fucking star? That’s all I get?”
“Mhm,” you teased, pressing your palm against his pec, squishing the star you stamped there, while clutching the stamp protectively to your chest with your other hand. “One-star performance”.
His grin sharpened. “Bet”.
The next thing you knew, he had you flat on your back again, his mouth locked on your throat, kissing and sucking deep bruises while his half-hard cock forced its way back into your sloppy cunt—like he hadn’t just fucked the life out of you minutes before. Every orgasm he tore out of you after that came with a demand for proof—his hand clamping around your wrist, dragging it down to slap the stamp against his chest himself. “That’s two,” he grunted, breath rough against your ear. “Don’t half-ass it”.
By the third, you were crying from the overstimulation, tears streaking your face as your trembling hand smeared more stars across his pecs and collarbone. He hitched your thighs higher, folding you nearly in half so he could drive his heavy weight into every brutal slam of his hips, teeth flashing in the dark. “Three stars, kid,” he rasped, pride rough in his voice. “Almost an honor roll student”.
By the fourth, even he was breathless, fresh sweat dripping down his temples where dark strands of hair clung to his skin. Still, he had the nerve to rasp, “Stamp it. Go on. Daddy worked hard for that one”. Your hand shook so badly you nearly fumbled the stamp, weakly pressing it against his slick skin as your body quivered beneath him.
By the fifth, your hand was shaking so badly the star came out crooked, smeared halfway across his hardened nipple. He glanced down at himself—chest littered with red stamps like some deranged report card—and he actually lost it, a sharp snort breaking through his grin.
“Five fucking stars,” he wheezed, still buried deep as he hauled you tight against his chest to hug you. His laugh was rough, half-breathless as he nuzzled into your hair. “Look at me… I’m a goddamn gold star student”.
You were laughing too hard to catch your breath, even with your body wrecked and trembling, and your mind all fucked out, your bury your face against his broad shoulder. Still, you sloppily managed to lift the stamp and press it to his chest one more time—out of pure spite.
“Six,” you whispered while biting your lips. “Extra credit”.
He groaned and rolled you over, settling you on top of him—only to rise effortlessly, his big hands locked around your waist as he stood up on the floor with you still speared on his cock. His massive chest— littered with smeared red stars, flexed as he laughed, already furiously bouncing you up and down like you weighed nothing. You clutched desperately at his thick neck, whining as his cockhead struck your g-spot with every drop. “Yeah?” he rasped between laughs. “Then let’s see how many fucking stickers I can rack up before you tap out”.
"Darling, not here," Nanami glared his pretty hazel eyes over at you from behind his green shades as you rub your hand on his cock over his dress pants. "You're not listening."
"Aw, what are you gonna do?" You're aching for him to bend you over and spank you, clearly, whispering in his ear while you're at dinner with all your friends.
"Get a room," Gojo teases, and Nanami clears his throat, gripping your wrist tightly, making you wet, honestly. You love teasing him.
"Shut up Gojo."
"Nanami's so mean," Gojo pouts, and all of your friends are laughing, while you're unzipping your boyfriend under that table. He gasps out, biting on his lower lip and holding your wrist so tight it hurts.
"I swear," he scowls right at you again, but you're already stroking his veiny cock, nibbling on your food with your free hand and just grinning over. "You're asking for it."
"I dropped something..." You slip down under that table, sucking his cock in one greedy gulp, Nanami's so hard it hurts, panicking at your batshit antics with all his friends and their girls with them.
Slutty girl he has.
He can't help but shove your face down his length, smirking a bit when he feels his tip slip past your uvula into your tight little throat, barely holding back his laugh at your choking noises. "Did you find that ring, darling?"
He yanks you off his cock then, you swipe your spit, aching for him, hungrily licking his light tan tip, tonguing the precum out of it. "Not yet, hmm, maybe it's here..."
You're sucking him once more, he struggles to act normal for the few moments you give, before leaning up, holding your ring out. "Found it?"
"Mhm!" You swipe at your lips, leaving him leaking pre - but you pay for it later.
Right in the bathroom of that restaraunt, Nanami's got you bent over the sink, a huge hand around your throat, giving you one swipe of his fingers to drag your slick out and no other prep, before shoving his thick eight inches deep in your cunt.
"Kento!"
"Ah - ah," he covers your mouth with his big hand, big arms wrapping your body while he fucks into you, and you almost can't take it, thighs trembling as you try to take him. "Think you can act like that in public and get away with it, darling? No."
Your eyes roll back when he begins to move, fucking you brutal and mean, just how you want. When you can't hold yourself up on your high heels, Nanami fucks you while holding you suspended, leaning you on the counter like it's nothing, cock ruining you and squelching so loud in the bathroom.
When he's busted his sticky load and you cum from it, he murmurs in your ear. "When will you learn to behave?"
"Ken..." You're whining out when he yanks out of your abused, sore little cunt, but you're on your knees in moments, looking at his thick cock glittering in ropes of his cum and yours.
toji’s always been a little obsessed with the fact that you’re smaller than him.
he loves how his hand completely swallows yours when he holds it, or how you look like you’re drowning in his hoodies when you steal them. how he automatically reaches for things on the top shelf for you, or how he rests his chin on your head when he’s standing behind you in line, his big arms looping around your waist like he’s got you caged. it’s in the tiny, everyday things.
“c’mere, short stuff,” he mutters when you’re stretching on your tiptoes for something in the kitchen, easily grabbing it and dropping it into your hands. when you pout, he just smirks, “what? yer cute when ya struggle.”
he likes doing those little things for you, even if he’ll never admit it out loud. carrying your bags without being asked, tossing you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing when you’re tired and don’t feel like walking, tugging you against his chest when the train’s too crowded.
“ya fit perfect right here,” he’ll murmur against your hair when you’re squished against him with his arm around your shoulders. you know he gets off on the way you melt into him every time.
but then again, with toji, that line between sweet and dirty is razor-thin.
because the same way he smiles when you can’t reach the cabinet is the same way he smirks when he’s got you flat on your back with one big hand wrapped around both your wrists.
“look at ya,” he mutters, pressing his cock against your cunt, making you gasp just from the stretch of the fat head alone. “so tiny… can barely take me.”
he loves saying shit like that. making you feel even smaller, reminding you just how big he is compared to you, with his hand pinning yours above your head like you could ever fight him off, the other gripping your thigh and pushing your leg open wider and wider, until you’re trembling.
he doesn’t even slide in all the way at first. just keeps his cock pressed against your pussy, rutting slow, teasing, watching the way you arch up against him like you’re desperate. “ya feel that? that’s just the tip, ma.” he grins, leaning down until his lips brush your ear, his voice rough. “ya want more? beg for it.”
“toji—” your voice comes out shaky and breathless, but it only makes him chuckle.
“c’mon. tell me.” his hand squeezes your thigh tighter, bruising it. “tell me ya want this cock splittin’ yer open.”
and fuck, you do. so you give him what he wants, whispering it against his lips and he rewards you by finally pushing in deeper. inch by inch, until you’re clawing at his back and gasping because he’s so fucking thick, every time.
“there it is,” he growls, dragging himself out slow just to slam back in hard, making the whole bed jolt. “that little pussy stretchin’ around me. ya were made for taking my cock, weren’t ya?”
you nod, whimpering into his shoulder and he groans like he’s about to lose it. he fucks you with that mix of roughness and control only he has—hard enough to make your eyes roll back but steady enough that every thrust hits deep, right where he knows you can’t handle it.
and the worst part? he watches. every single reaction. the way your mouth falls open, the tears in your eyes, the way your body clings to him like you’ll break without him. and it only feeds his ego, making him fuck you even rougher.
“such a mess for me already,” he pants, hips snapping against yours. “look at this—” he pulls out just enough to see your slick coating him and your hole clenching around nothing. then slams back inside until you cry out. “ya take my cock so good, mama. so fuckin’ good for me.”
“this pussy’s mine,” he says, biting against your throat. “gonna keep fillin’ ya till yer drippin’ for days.” his thumb presses to your clit, rough circles that make your legs shake harder. “bet no one else could even fit in this tight little cunt the way i do.”
your legs are trembling, your nails leaving marks on his shoulders and he eats it up. dragging one hand up to your face and squeezing your cheeks together, leaving kisses all over it. he almost whimpers against your skin as his cock drags deeper and deeper, until your head’s spinning.
he doesn’t stop until you’re shaking underneath him, begging without even realizing it, voice breaking as you call his name. and even then, he keeps going, chasing his own high, fucking you like he wants to remind you that you’re his, that no one else could ever handle you like this.
when he finally cums, you feel it even in your stomach by the way he’s pressing his cock all the way inside you, holding you there with his weight. he groans low, almost animalistic and the way you feel every twitch and every hot pulse spilling into you makes you crazy.
he stays there for a second, breathing heavy against your neck, then pulls back just enough to look at you. messy hair, fucked-out face, eyes still glassy from how hard he had you.
and he smirks. wipes a tear from your cheek with his thumb, then kisses you like he didn’t just ruin you.
Since the beginning, Toji had been aware of how you melted whenever he picked you up—whether it was tossing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing, or pressing you into the wall with one broad hand caging your head.
At first, he thought it was nerves. Cute, maybe. But then he noticed the pattern.
The way your thighs pressed together every time. The way your lips parted when he lifted you without effort. The way your pulse jumped when his calloused palm circled your wrist, making it vanish inside his grip.
He wasn’t dumb. He knew exactly what that meant.
So tonight, he decided to test it.
He had you bent over the counter, your cheek against the cool surface, your breath fogging the marble. His chest pressed heavy against your back, keeping you pinned, one massive hand closing around both your wrists easily. You whimpered, wiggling under him, but it didn’t get you anywhere. He had you completely still with nothing more than the weight of his body and one arm.
“Always get worked up when I manhandle you, huh?” His voice was low, amused, right against your ear. He gave your wrists a squeeze, his thumb brushing your pulse. “So damn weak—look at that. Can’t even get your hands free.”
You whined, hips rocking back against the hard length grinding into you. Toji chuckled, deep and smug, his other hand sliding down your side until his palm settled over your thigh. He wrapped his fingers around it, giving it a firm squeeze—his hand nearly swallowing the curve whole.
“Fuck,” he muttered, more to himself than you. “You don’t even realize how small you are, do you?”
His hips rolled again, cock straining against the thin barrier of your clothes, brushing the damp spot between your thighs. You gasped, legs trembling, and that was all the encouragement he needed.
In one smooth motion, he lifted you. Just—picked you up like you weighed nothing, your legs dangling for a moment before wrapping instinctively around his waist. You clutched at his shoulders, breathless, eyes wide.
“Yeah,” he smirked, sliding you onto his cock in one deep thrust once he freed himself. “This is what gets you goin’, huh? My size. How easy I can toss you around. How much space I take up inside you.”
Your head dropped back with a strangled cry, walls clenching around the thick stretch of him. He didn’t give you time to adjust—just set a brutal pace, bouncing you effortlessly on his cock like you were made for it.
His hands gripped your hips tight, spanning nearly the whole width, his thumbs digging into soft flesh as he fucked up into you. Every thrust knocked the air out of your lungs, your nails scrabbling uselessly against his chest.
“God, look at you,” he groaned, eyes dropping to where you split around him. “Taking me all the way in—look how deep I reach. Bet you can feel it right here, huh?” His hand slid down to your stomach, pressing against the bulge that appeared with every thrust.
Your moan broke into a sob, your body shaking. He grinned, sharp and hungry.
“Yeah. That’s it. My short girl stuffed full of cock.” He pressed harder on your stomach, fucking into that exact spot until your eyes rolled back. “You’re fuckin’ mine—no one else could even fit you like this.”
Your walls spasmed around him, clenching desperately, and he knew you were close. He didn’t slow down. If anything, he moved rougher, lifting and dropping you onto him with single-minded focus, his own groans rumbling deep in his chest.
“Cum on it. C’mon, sweetheart. Let me feel you.” His teeth dragged against your jaw, biting down just enough to make you squeal. “Make a mess for me, tiny thing. Show me how much you love getting split open.”
Your climax hit hard, ripping through you in a gush of wet heat, your body going slack in his arms as you sobbed against his shoulder. Toji didn’t stop, fucking you through it, chasing his own release until he spilled hot inside you, grinding deep to make sure you took every drop.
When it was over, he didn’t let you go right away. He kept you pinned against him, still seated on his cock, his hand stroking your back lazily.
🐚: you wore such cute white stockings for him today.. at first it was just a heated makeout session, him moaning softly agaisnt your lips as you grinded yourself against his crotch after a long day. it was rare he wasn’t home for a while so once he came home you’d surprise him of course. you just missed him so much didn’t you?.. so of course the only solution is to grind and bounce on top of his cock as he’s deeeep inside you while he lays back! <3
🐚: today was sooo long for you.. you finally had a day off and went over to his place to recharge. you must have been achy all over your body and your pussy all week.. so as the amazing boyfriend he is.. he played with your sweet pussy while you laid your back across his lap. your only job right now is to be good for him and feel good :3
🐚: he was always down to try new things with you. but this? you found out he got hard from watching you change, while he was half-naked after just having sex?? why bother taking off your clothes at this point? just a quickie. rubbing your clothed ass against the tent in his boxers to help him with his hard-on despite the fabric barriers wasn’t too bad right?But oh was he sooo loud since he was still sensitive from earlier... >n<
cw: psuedocest, use of gege & meimei, visual link at the end
“c-cay—lleebb..!!” you whined as his bulbous tip was hitting your sweet spot, the burning stretch of your gege’s cock was molding your sweet pussy to the size of his big mean dick >:((
he had caught you rubbing your sweet swollen clit while laying in your frilly bedsheets, legs spread open as your pink panties we’re discarded on the floor next to your bed. he couldn’t help himself, his meimei needed help after all. ever since the day gran adopted the two of you and the days in the lab he swore to be always there for you. help you with anything. and everything.
he couldn’t walk away from your flushed cheeks and watery eyes as you snapped your legs shut ready to scream at him. he had to teach you how to feel good! and only with him. you must have been so embarassed to have been caught doing such a naughty thing. but don’t worry he loves you no matter what. you wished he would forget all about it, already bracing for impact knowing he’s going to tease you.
but now he was helping you.
“such a good girl.. yeah? squeezin me so f’ckin tight..” he was holding you up using his big strong hands wrapped around the back of your knees spreading you open as your back was pressed against his chest while his hips moved upwards into you.
he didn’t want to make too much noise, gran was sleeping downstairs after all. so his steadied his hips carefully to make sure it doesn’t slap against your pretty plump asscheeks. but you on the other hand couldn’t stop whimpering and whining.
“g-ge… mmph..! a-ah..!” continuous whines slipped your throat, the foreign stretch of something so big inside you couldn’t keep you quiet. if only you could see how his face was contorted in concentration behind you, it felt just as good as he imagined it to be. so tight.. so sweet and perfect. everything about you was perfect to him.
Caleb sercretly having fun with you in before Gideon comes back to the dorm
visual twt link at the end!
a/n: there’s use of meimei and gege in here(only once for each), and I wrote this on a whim so it’s probably like.. terrible.. apologies in advance I’m still working on my smut writing.. I originally had this private but decided to post it..
“c-cay—leebbb..!” you whined into the crook of his neck while his hips were sharply thrusting into your sweet little cunt. It’s his last year at Aerospace Academy and finals week has been punching him in the gut. And giving him blue balls.
So when his sweet meimei came over to visit.. he couldn’t help but find himself balls deep inside her sweet pussy. he didn’t even bother taking off all your clothes, he couldn’t wait any longer.
“pips y’gotta be quiet fa’ me..” he softly rasped into your ear, your legs wrapped around his hips on his twin sized bed which was already not big enough for him. despite that your back was arching off the plush surface of his comforter— your arms wrapped around his neck as he hissed under his breath to keep quiet. you couldn’t help but let some whines escape, he was just too big after all. you could almost feel the slight curve of his girthy length moving in and out of you, since it’s all you were able to thinking about.
he stopped leaning over you and wrapped his arms around the back of your legs to pull you closer as he sat up and looked down at you. his hips started moving again as beads of sweat rolled down his chest. you could feel the fat mushroom head of his cock kissing your cervix with every deep thrust, making you whine louder. “t-too ngh-deep..! c-caleb..!” he spanked the side of your ass making you squeal.
“pips y’don’t want other people to hear us right? Gideon could be back any moment now.” he said as he had stopped, despite not moving his girthy cock was still pulsing, stretching you out even more. your gummy walls clenching around him felt too good.. so you started moving your hips forward onto him. it wasn’t nearly as good as him doing it but you’d do anything to feel him moving inside you right now. “p-plleaasee.. wan’ more..” you whimpered. grinding your soft mound against his dark pubes that he was too busy to shave.
that boyish smug smirk appeared on his lips as he leaned back down over you, pushing your legs until you were practically folded over and your knees were pushed up against your chest. he planted a soft kiss on your lips, maybe as an apology before he started slamming his hips into you. the sloppy sound of your sopping wet pussy and the schlick sound of him pulling out just to ram back in filled his dorm room. your hands scrambled for purchase as you cried out louder than he would have appreciated. your nails clawed at his muscular back.
“such a messy girl f’me.. you missed your gege pips?” you desperately nodded, not even knowing what he asked, only recognizing the tone of his voice as him asking a question. you were almost mad at him for having you in such a nasty mating press when he promised somewhere in the back of your fucked dumb brain that he would buy you ice cream.
“oh fuck pips.. I’m gonna—“ suddenly the sound of the door outside of his room opened.
Gideon.
everything stopped for a moment, you and Caleb listening intently to the sound of his footsteps approaching quicker.
he thankfully left Caleb’s door alone and his footsteps retreated to his own room. Caleb pulled out making you whimper at the emptiness.
but he wasn’t going to leave his pipsqueak unsatisfied, he pushed two digits into your mouth and you sucked and licked on them without him having to ask. he made sure your legs were still spread open as he pushed his fingers inside. you arched your hips into his touch, he leaned over you as his fingers plunged into you until they were just a blur. he knew exactly where to curve his fingers a little bit against that sweet spot making you almost cry out.
“such a good girl f’me.. you gonna cum baby?” he cooed as the sound of his palm smacking against your wetness was dangerously getting louder the more he sped up his pace. you mewled in response but he stopped moving his hand. “words baby. use them.”
another whimper escaped your throat, “I wanna.. c-cum..” and who was he to deny you? “good job..” he sweetly whispered into your ear, just enough for you to hear and process between the loud smacking of his palm against your wetness.
after a few more mean thrusts of his fingers into your sopping wet pussy, you covered your mouth with your eyes fluttering shut as the built up pleasure finally came to its peak. you heard a strangled moan escape him too and you melted into his sheets. as he pulled out his fingers and licked them clean. you were dazed but looked down to see if he was still hard. and you saw a small pool and strings of his cum seeping into his dark sheets. Caleb had came all over his sheets just from fingering you. you probably would have wanted to tease him but you didn’t even know what to say, after all everything was still a blur. (Caleb our service dom king)
the look of ecstasy on your face when you came undone was alllll Caleb needed to get through another grueling week “let’s get you cleaned up.” he said softly before he planted a gentle kiss on your head.
MN: Rafayel will get his own post trust trust! im doing them by duos and raf doesn’t have his rival 6th LI (YET)
Caleb
🍎: Caleb’s been at it for hours.. you’re fucked so stupid that your hands don’t even know where to grab anymore. he keeps saying that he’s almost done but you don’t even know what time it is now :((
🍎: he loves it when you’re on top moving however you want, he loves seeing you bounce on top of him and seeing you whine and make yourself feel good. But in the end he ended up getting up and helping you out like the good boyfriend he is <3
🍎: it’s no surprise that Caleb loves your panties. and you wore such a cute frilly pink one today.. maybe today he should let your sweet hole rest.. he can’t tire out his girls pussy all the time can he? so, he just decides to jerk off on your wet sloppy cunt while pulling aside your cute panties.. in the end he couldn’t help it and fucked you anyways. p.s.. uh oh he came inside too >:(( [edited!]
Zayne
❄️: you came over to his office and just wanted to tease him, he’s so busy nowadays that you just wanted some attention! with no panties and a mission you started rubbing against him but now he’s only going to let you do that as punishment for distracting him :((
❄️: he said he was sleepy but you missed him sooo much! how can he ever say no to you? you promised you’d do all the work but he decided to humor you just this once <3!
❄️: finally some time together. he wanted to see your face so he made you face him tonight. 🤍
AN: My first actual tumblr post.. hope you all like it <3 [If people like it then I’ll do Applesnow next for pairs..]
(and rafayel can get his own post :3)
Xavier
⭐️: he just came home from a mission and you missed him so much you couldn’t help it.. he always smells so nice when your nose is pressed up against his skin while you suck and taste him
⭐️: spending time together on your day off. he finally woke up at noon and decided to have your pussy before late breakfast <3
⭐️: forget about the movie for now.. he promises you’ll watch it together again tomorrow! but he’ll end up asking you to help him cum again after a long day >n<
Sylus
🐦⬛: he put it in for only two thrusts and it was too much!! but you ended up taking it anyway, noisy as always but you have to get used to it somehow..
🐦⬛: you just kept begging and begging, he’s been gone for a week! he’s always doing some stuff somewhere else.. the least he can do is let you him to shape your throat again, like every time he comes back <3
🐦⬛: you were bouncing back on him so well but he hit too deep and you had to move away scold him..! “you’re too big!”
