You and Toji had been “wrestling” on the living room floor for the last ten minutes, more roughhousing than actual fighting. He’d let you get a few decent shots in—mostly because he enjoyed the way you threw yourself at him like you actually stood a chance.
But Toji was done playing nice. With one smooth motion he hooked a thick arm around your neck from behind, pulling you back against his broad chest and locking you in a headlock. His bicep bulged against the side of your head, veins standing out under sun-tanned skin. “Gotcha’,” he growled roughly in your ear.
You squirmed hard, heart hammering, but the more you struggled the tighter his arm flexed around you. “Let go, you oversized bastard,” you hissed, still trying to pry at his forearm even as slick slipped dripped between your thighs. You turned your head just enough and sank your teeth into the thick meat of his bicep.
Toji grunted, the sound half-pain, half-laugh. “The fuck? You biting me now?” He flexed his arm deliberately, forcing your jaw to open a little wider around the hard muscle. “Keep that up and I’ll make you regret it, you little shit.”
You didn’t let go immediately. Instead you bit down harder, tasting salt and skin, feeling the way his muscle jumped under your teeth. Muffled against his arm, you argued back, “You’re the one cheating with that cheap headlock. Let. Me. Go.”
“Yeah?” His free hand slid down your side, gripping your hip hard as he yanked your ass back against the growing bulge in his sweats. “Make me,” he taunted against your ear. “C’mon. Bite harder if you’re so tough.” He yanked you tighter again, forearm pressing firmly against your throat.
You did. Teeth digging in deeper, tongue pressing against the vein that stood out under the pressure. Toji groaned as he shoved your pants and panties down in one rough tug with his other hand. He freed himself from his sweats, his heavy cock slapping against your ass before he lined up and pushed in.
You moaned around his bicep before he released your hip just long enough to smack your ass hard before he grabbed you again and slammed in deeper. “You bite me, I fuck you stupid. Fair trade.”
Your head was spinning, trapped in the headlock, face pressed into his bulging bicep while he railed you from behind. Drool slipped from the corner of your mouth, mixing with the sweat on his arm.
Toji leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear as he panted. “C’mon, keep fighting me. Makes your pussy squeeze so fucking tight when you’re mad.” He gave a particularly vicious thrust, grinding his cock against your pussy.
You answered by sinking your teeth in even deeper, a muffled “Fuck you,” vibrating against his muscles.
“Already doing that, princess.” He snapped back as his pace turned brutal, arm keeping you pinned exactly where he wanted you. Toji’s grunts and curses filled your ear, his sweat-slick chest pressed tight to your back, the headlock never loosening.
You came hard with his bicep between your teeth, muffling your scream as your pussy clenched around him. Toji followed right after with a guttural groan, burying himself deep and flooding you with hot cum.
He didn’t release the headlock as he held you there, panting against your neck, cock still twitching inside you. “Round two?” he murmured, flexing his arm again making you choke as it wrapped tighter around your throat. “Or you tapping out already, princess?”
This bastard, as if a little headlock was going to make you tap out. You twisted your head as much as the headlock allowed and sank your teeth back into his bicep, right over the fresh bite mark you’d already left. You bit down hard, making him grunt.
“Motherf—alright, that’s it,” Toji growled, but there was clear delight in his tone. He yanked you tighter against him, hips snapping forward as you moaned “That all you—ah—got? Gonna have to do better if you want me to—fuck—tap out Ji…”
a/n: toji can keep me in a headlock till I pass out on his dick
𑣲 “cmon, baby. you can’t ignore me forever” ⋮ ⌗18+┆
yet you fully intend to ignore satoru for all eternity! you’re leaning back against suguru, scrolling through your phone as if there isn’t a man practicing groveling at your feet. you’re not angry enough to completely deny him, but in no way does he deserve any of your attention.
suguru runs his fingers through your hair, and you know good and well he’s already taken your side. his eyes sweep up satoru, who’s positioned between your thighs like a guilty man out out of place. “you pissed her off, you’re lucky she’s even letting you fuck her.”
satoru whined and threw his head back, while his fingertips dug into your soft thighs. “i’d rather have no pussy at all! come on, look at me.” his other hand is busied with holding the base of his cock. he glides the tip through your wet folds, praying to get even a small reaction out of you. “please just look at me. please, baby—i’m begging you.”
to any average person, that’d be just the right amount of pleading. but not to you! your phone is still on, and your eyes are still glued to it. you don’t even pay him a single hum, let alone a glance. just to piss him off more, you turn your head a bit to kiss suguru’s palm.
satoru can’t take it anymore. he lines himself up, and slams into you with a harsh thrust. your drooling hole swallowed him right up. greedily coating every protruding vein with sticky, honey-like slick. you yelp and jolt the moment you feel it, which sends your phone toppling onto the sheets.
you’re immediately panting and holding onto suguru’s legs. “f-fucking christ! couldn’t you have warned me?!” you snap, but the rest of your energy is spent enduring the mean pace in which satoru is fucking you.
“i did warn you!” he pants, looking up at suguru, who has a sly smirk spread over his handsome face. “you just didn’t—“ he slams into you, sticky tip abusing the ring of your cervix. “—pay attention..mmh..to me.”
suguru seems unfairly content, and you don’t have to see his face to know that. he’s got a strand of your hair curled around his finger like a coil, to which gives a small tug to. but you can’t even think to pay attention to it. “such a needy boyfriend.” his other hand slides down to your clit, tracing small circles over it. “if you can dish it out, you better lick it up.”
you want to act irritated, but it’s hard to furrow your eyebrows in an angry way when they’re knotted into something pathetic instead. every thrust has your thighs shaking, and every time the tip of satoru’s cock nudges your g-spot, you wanna cry.
satoru is rutting into you like a dog, and despite such short notice, you can tell he’s close. he roughly grabs your face, and makes you look at him. the second your watery eyes meet his, it’s over for him. his head droops down as heavy groans and whimpers of your name crawl up his heaving chest. splurts of cum splatter inside your convulsing hole, and your orgasm comes almost directly after.
your back arches, a keen escaping you as your hips stutter and chase the very friction you pretended to be unbothered by. you gush around his softening his cock, which was still plugging your hole so full that no cum could seep out.
your mind is too hazy to realize that suguru has abandoned you. they must’ve interacted somehow, since satoru swiftly pulls out. suguru kneels between your thighs, sticking his tongue out and diving in right in time to catch a thick, filthy droplet of satoru’s cum onto his drool-soaked tongue.
you shudder at the feeling of your other partner licking the cum out of your pulsing, sensitive hole, and it’s then a tear drop finally trickles from the corner of your left eye. every nasty slurp has your hips bucking and stuttering, though he doesn’t let you move.
it’s the most endearing, ridiculous thing, really—the way satoru falls into these bird-like tendencies whenever he has you to himself. he’ll tilt his head from side to side with an inquisitive focus to before eventually pressing his forehead flush against yours—giving you an unflattering, up-close view of those beautiful baby blues. once he’s got your full attention, he’ll straighten up ‘n launch into a flurry of rapid-fire kisses. each smooch on your jaw, your temples, or the apple of your cheeks is punctuated by an exaggerated “mwah~” that vibrates against your heated skin. he’s so so shamelessly affectionate, nuzzling the tip of your nose, refusing to settle until he’s thoroughly peppered every inch of your face with his love.
nerdjo’s glasses slip down his nose as he stares at you between his knees, mouth already running even while you’re bobbing on his cock.
“fuckkk, that’s so good—shit, wait, did you know that like… most guys only last like five minutes with head? which is, y’know, kind of embarrassing considering the male refractory period—”
his words stutter when you swallow around his sensitive tip, spit dripping down your chin. “ohhh god, okay, yeah, that’s—fuck—that’s definitely less than five minutes for me.”
your tongue presses under his tip and he whines, still running his mouth.
“ahhh—shit, baby, did you also know semen actually has, like, fructose in it? it’s literally nature’s energy drink—ohhh fuck, your tongue—wait, wait, don’t stop—” his whimpers comes out shaky, hand twitching like he wants to push your head down but can’t decide if it’s rude.
you take him deeper, throat tightening, and he slaps a shaky hand over his mouth, eyes rolling back behind his lenses. he tries to muffle a moan but it comes out anyway, high and desperate.
“o-okay, okay, uh—s-science says sucking dick releases oxytocin—hahh, f-fuck—bonding hormone, y’know? so technically, we’re like… getting closer right now.”
you hum around him in agreement and he gasps, words spilling faster. “shitshitshit, baby, you’re—fuck, your throat’s so warm, you’re making me cum—ahhh, oh god, wait, I’m serious, I’m—”
he breaks off with a choked moan, cock twitching as he shoots thick cum across your tongue, still babbling about “increased intimacy” while you swallow every drop.
Ushijima Wakatoshi ’s moaning. Edited from R18 games by myself. WARNING: R18/ NSFW/ INTENSELY HIGH EXPLICIT CONTENT. PLEASE USE AN IN-EAR-PHONE. THIS AUDIO IS TOTALLY FANMADE. PLEASE DON’T RE-UPLOAD THIS AUDIO ANYWHERE.
This, to me, is so heavily HEAVILY Death Island Leon. You plan to study with your best friend, but only her dad is home. She ditched you for her boyfriend. So now you’re stuck awkwardly making small talk with Leon Kennedy, who’s recently divorced.
Next thing you know Leon’s got you in his lap. Then on your back. Then on your stomach as he fucks you into the mattress <3
And oh my god it’s so raw but sweet. He’s plowing into you, groping your tits and kissing you. Telling you how sweet you sound. And he’s condescending as you whine, muttering ‘I know baby, I know it’s big but you can take it.’ against your lips. It’s all praise and reassurance but also so fucking hot AHHHHHHHHHH GO LISTEN TO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
one thing about toji is that he genuinely doesn’t care how much of a mess you make when you’re together. your pussy could be gushing like a damn fountain from the strenuous pace he’s putting you through, and it wouldn’t so much as faze him. green eyes take on a animalistic, unhinged focus, eerily reminiscent of how he looks in combat, “bloodlust” but replace the “blood” with “love,” maybe. all in typical toji fashion.
he pounds into you doggy-style for a while before deciding to switch it up, pulling out and flipping you onto your back for an intimate mating press. the brute practically has to peel you off the mattress—the soaked sheets clinging to your thighs like glue. the cool dampness hits your ass, and the lewd squish earns an embarrassed wince.
the pale scar bisecting his lips twitches as he smirks, dark amusement flickering in his expression. you know that smartassery is coming your way.
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leon ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ resident evil 2
first tiოe playing w it ݁ 𓈒 helpless to your thıghs
missionary with your legs spread wide ⸍ fingering⸍ drilling into you ⸍ gaming while he fucks you ⸍ pussy eating ⸍ doggy ⸍ backshots from heaven (hell) ⸍ stroking his dick when cuddling
mean nanami
thigh riding to toy with you after he's had a long day at work ⸍ sit on his face ⸍ smooth thrusts ⸍ missionary ⸍ finger fucking ⸍ this while he drives ⸍ breeding ⸍ backshots
cult leader geto
switching the positions ⸍ this but on his throne ⸍ fingering ⸍ rough sex + breeding ⸍ in the showers ⸍ mating presses bc he needs an heir from you ⸍ pussy eating ⸍ breeding
assassin toji
toji's making sure it takes. ⸍ he pumps you full in missionary ⸍ rubbing your pussy ⸍ teasing you with his tongue ⸍ rough missionary ⸍ rough wall sex ⸍ this ⸍ hes making you do all the work
stoner choso
soft pussy eating ⸍ panties pushed to the side ⸍ breathplay + backshots ⸍ not putting it in ⸍ riding ⸍ stroking his pretty dick ⸍ this when high ⸍ somno
boxer sukuna
prone ⸍ fucking you like a ragdoll ⸍ hole inspection ⸍ voyeurism humping your thighs ⸍ thumb in ur butt ⸍ this ⸍ grinding
thinking about the guys who hold you down when you’re riding them because you’re getting too worked up.
you start on top with every intention of being in control—knees braced by his hips, hands on his chest, bouncing in these messy, desperate little movements that have your thighs burning and your brain going white around the edges. but you lose the rhythm fast.
you keep chasing it anyway, hips stuttering, breath breaking, little half-formed sounds falling out of your mouth. “wait— ah, it’s— i can’t— 's too—”
he lets you flail for a minute, hands resting on your waist, letting you grind and bounce and whine. then he feels the way you start to shake and he just... decides that’s enough.
both hands slide down to your ass, fingers digging in, and he yanks you down hard, burying you all the way on his cock in one smooth pull. you gasp, head tipping back, whole body going taut at the sudden, heavy fullness.
“hey, hey,” he chuckles, voice low and warm. “breathe, baby. i’ve got you.”
you try to lift again—instinct, panic, pleasure, all tangled—but his grip is iron. he keeps you there, seated to the hilt, grinding you down in slow, tight little circles that make your clit drag against his pelvis.
“‘s too deep, p-please,” you babble, eyes glassy, thighs trembling around his hips.
“yeah?” he hums, sounding maddeningly pleased. “thought you wanted to ride me.” he rocks up into you from below, unhurried, the thick length of him pulling back just an inch before filling you again. “now look at you. all fucked out.”
there’s no real bite to it, just sweet mockery, like he’s teasing you for being so overwhelmed when you're the one who put yourself there. his thumbs stroke little circles into your skin even as he holds you in place, guiding your body on his.
“i-i can do it, i can,” you insist.
“sure you can,” he says, soothing, pulling you down flush again, making you feel every inch. “but you don’t have to. let me take it from here, okay?”
and then he really starts to move—hips snapping up in slow, deep thrusts from below while he keeps you pinned in his lap, using his strength to drag you up and down his cock like a toy. every stroke hits that same devastating angle, every grind has your clit catching just right, and you’re reduced to broken little noises and nonsense praise, fingers clawing into his shoulders.
he just smiles up at you, soft and a little smug, catching your messy little “feels good... please, don’t stop,” and answering with a quiet, “i know. i’ve got you. just sit pretty and cum for me.”
the guys who don’t let you be in charge for long—not because they don’t trust you, but because the second you start to fall apart, they wanna be the ones holding you there while you do.
satoru gojo megumi fushiguro izuku midoriya keigo takami (hawks) tooru oikawa kiyoomi sakusa sae itoshi seishiro nagi michael kaiser levi ackerman giyuu tomioka hatake kakashi itto & wriothesley (genshin impact) + ur favs
Summary: After a long, hard week, these three males came and got exactly what they paid for.
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There was only one place in Navarre that the riders of Basgiath could go to blow off steam; one place that, no matter the weather, the night, nor the season of the year, the place was always busy and the rooms were always full.
And the women... Gods, the women.
And that simple pleasure, just the mere thought of a woman after the Hellish week these three boys fought through, well...
It had their boots on the pavement the moment classes were dismissed, their sight's set on the infamous pleasure hall downtown.
✧･ﾟ: *
The lights in the room were low when the boys arrived, the scrape of their boots loud as they trailed in; one after another after another. Xaden was the first to come in, his gaze focused on finding his seat rather than the display laid out before him.
Garrick, however, was less subtle.
"Holy shit-"
The scuff of wood on granite was loud in the otherwise quiet room as Garrick's foot caught on the edge of his chair. He stumbled, catching himself before he completely tumbled into it; however, you only found it endearing. At least you'd caught his attention.
Bodhi was last, poor boy. His head was hung low, those messy brown curls hooding his eyes as he quickly made his way to his velvet chair. You smirked, watching his flushed cheeks as he glanced up at you, his face flushing further. So innocent.
"Rough week?"
You'd seen these three before, only a time or two over the last few months. They'd thrown you a few papers during your nights on the stage -- but, you'd upgraded since then. Now, your services were paid; hefty price, for a hefty performance.
No one said a word as you sat up straighter, sighing as you toyed with the front of your sheer robe.
"Hmm, shy tonight, aren't we."
Xaden looked up at that, his stormy eyes widening as he fully took you in. His gaze ignited something in you -- the spark, you liked to call it. That little something you needed before you got started, just to get you going...
Grinning, you untied your robe then, maintaining his eye contact as you did. Beside him, Garrick was nearly foaming at the mouth as he watched, his giddiness both endearing and exciting.
You slowly pulled the sheer robe off, shrugging it from your shoulders slowly and drawing your fingers down your arms as you went. Xaden swallowed then, the slightest bit of his control releasing.
Garrick leaned back suddenly, undoing his pants right then and there as your robe pooled on the satin sheets behind you. Your gaze slid to him then, watching as he struggled and panted like a dog as he worked his cock out of those training leathers.
Raising an eyebrow, you got a splendid idea.
"Dude?" Bodhi whisper-yelled. "What in the Hell?"
Garrick sighed as his fingers wrapped around his (rather thick) length, his sigh of content loud and clear as he leaned back, slowly sliding his palm up and down.
"What? Isn't this what we paid to come here to do?"
You giggled, and instantly all three gazes were on you. Wide-eyed, at that. You'd moved to the edge of the mattress, legs spread and giving them full view of your silk panties while they were focused on Garrick. Xaden's jaw tensed, his eyes clouding as the front of his pants tightened visibly.
Biting your lower lip, you trailed your right hand up your side, tracing delicately up your skin until you reached your bare breast.
"Mmmm... Garrick, you sound like fun," you spoke sensually. He leaned against the back of his chair, one hand behind his head as he fisted his cock, his fingers flexing. You pinched and rolled your nipple then, your lips parting as you gazed at him -- and that alone nearly did him in.
"Tell me what you want, Garrick."
Garrick huffed a short chuckle as he tugged on his cock, working it ever so slowly to not loose absolute control.
"Slip your hand between your legs for me."
You nodded once, your fingers leaving your breast in search instead of the ever growing heat between your legs. Your movements were deliberate, sensual, as you continued to explore your body, your fingers gliding over the satin fabric, now damp with the wet patch between your thighs.
A soft moan escaped your lips, a sound that seemed to electrify the quiet room. Xaden's dark eyes smoldered, Garrick's breath hitched, and Bodhi's hands clenched at his sides as he worked to keep his comporure. They were captivated, entranced by the raw, unapologetic display of your pleasure.
"You like what you see?" You purred, your voice low and husky. Your fingers dipped lower, tracing the curve of your inner thigh before finally slipping beneath the waistband of your silk panties. The three men said nothing, their silence speaking volumes. You only smirked, a wicked glint in your eye as you began to stroke yourself, your touch slow and teasing.
"Come closer, baby," You commanded, your voice a velvet whip. "I want you to see every inch of me."
All three obeyed as though they were in a trance, their footsteps silent as they stood and closed the distance between you.
Xaden, with his chiseled features and dark gaze, slowly got onto the bed behind you, his eyes never leaving your silhouette.
"Mmmh... fuck," you whined, pressing your fingers against your clit.
Garrick, so tall and broad-shouldered, positioned himself between your legs, his hand leaving his rock-hard cock in favor of resting lightly on your calves.
Your breathing picked up, your head thrown back as you felt that red-hot coil tightening in your lower tummy.
Bodhi, lean and dangerous, stood beside the bed, his hand finally adressing the painful tent in his pants, though his expression remained unreadable.
Your fingers moved faster now, your breaths coming in short gasps. You were putting on a show, a performance designed to drive them wild.
And it was working.
Xaden's fingers were a surprise as they threaded through your hair, tugging slightly as he pulled you back to look up into his eyes. You gasped, your gaze meeting his dark one yet again.
"Done you dare cum yet," he growled, his lips dangerously close to yours. You gazed up at him wide-eyed and innocent, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth as you glanced down at his full mouth right there within reach. Garrick's lips were already on you, his hungry kisses beginning at your lower calves and making their way up, up, up to your thighs...
"Mmm, you gonna make me cum instead?" You asked sweetly, fighting the urge to give into your own desires in that moment and press your mouth to his. He glared, his grip tightening in your hair.
"I want you to sit on my face, baby," he added, teasingly. You grinned slyly, already moving backward on the bed.
"As you wish."
Garrick nearly whimpered when you slowly pulled your legs from his grasp, his puppy-dog eyes widening as he watched you readjust on the bed above him. You moved onto all fours instead, facing the headboard as Xaden slid beneath you, his head lying near the edge of the bed as your panty-clad pussy hovered above him. Garrick stood immediately then, watching in awe as you arched beautifully right before his eyes.
"Holy fucking Gods..." he breathed, his fingers smoothing over the rounds of your ass. He didn't get far before Xaden's hands were on you, tugging you down toward his mouth despite your attempts to not rest your full weight on his face.
"Baby, when I say sit on my face, I mean fucking sit." He commanded, and you couldn't help but blush. You lowered fully then, your pussy sat directly onto Xaden's mouth. His fingers frantically yanked your panties aside, giving no warning or warm up before his tongue swiped out, plunging straight through your soaked folds.
"Ohhhh, fuck!" You groaned, your fingers gripping the silken sheets beneath you. Xaden's fingers dug into the meat of your ass, pressing his face as far into your pussy as it would go as he ate you out. Your heart fluttered as he sucked at your clit, sloppy sounds filling the room combined with the blood rushing in your ears.
The bed dipped as Bodhi approached, the only thing holding back his erection from hitting you in the face being the thin layer of underwear he bore. He sighed as he ran a gentle thumb against your cheek, gazing down at you and smiling softly when you looked up to meet his eye.
"Mmmph... will you let me taste you, Bodhi?"
The young male shuddered at that, his lips parting at your dirty words. He nodded wordlessly, slowly sliding the waistband of his boxers down lower and lower until his long, tanned cock stood proud before your eyes. You licked your lips, your gaze raking over him with appreciation.
"Beautiful," You murmured, before taking him into your mouth.
Your lips were warm and wet, your tongue a velvet caress against his length. You sucked him deep, your head bobbing slowly in a rhythm that had him gasping for breath. His fingers tangled in your hair, the most assertive you'd seen him all evening as he guided your mouth back and forth. His abs flexed as your tongue slid along the veins beneath his dick, spit gathering at the corners of your mouth.
"Oh fuck... fuck fuck..." Bodhi breathed, his soft pants mixing with the grunts and growls coming from Xaden as he continued devouring your cunt. Your eyes rolled back as Bodhi's tip reached the back of your throat, his abdomen straining as he tossed his head back in a gasp.
"Gods be damned," Garrick grumbled, his cock slapping against your bare ass causing you to jump with surprise. "Cant take this anymore."
You gazed up ad Bodhi, watching as he peered down at you, jaw hanging loosely as he worked his cock in and out of your mouth.
"You're gonna let Garrick fuck your ass? Yeah?" Bodhi gasped, ramming his cock in harder. You coughed, your cunt clenching at the words and roughness that you'd been waiting for all night. "Gonna let him fuck your tight little hole, while I slide my cock between your pretty lips? Yeah?"
You only gurgled in response, the lack thereof causing Bodhi's grip to tighten. You moaned as Xaden's tongue plunged into your weeping hole, massaging your pulsing cunt as Garrick's tip pressed against your ass.
"Fuck... you're so Gods damned tight baby," Garrick breathed, his fingers gripping your ass as he slowly parted your back entrance, pushing his throbbing cock in ever so slowly. Your pussy walls fluttered at the intrusion, a soft whimper escaping and catching Xaden's attention.
He paused the assault on your cunt, kissing sloppily at your outer lips and nipping at the skin around your inner thighs. He chuckled darkly, his cock throbbing where it lay wedged between your breasts as you lie atop him. He began slowly rocking his hips front and back, sliding it against your skin and delighting in the way your pebbled nipples felt against the sensitive skin of his pelvis.
"That's it, baby... let me slide my cock between those beautiful breasts," he breathed, his hands sliding to your waist as he held you steady. Tears clouded your vision as Garrick began slowly sliding his cock in and out of your ass, the sensation both overwhelming but pleasure-filled all at once.
Bodhi turned your attention back to him again, gasping as his barely-leashed restraint was threatened once again.
"F-fuck, you look so hot, taking his cock in your ass, mine in your throat, and fucking Xaden between your tits," Bodhi whined, his half-lidded stare focused squarely on you. Your cheeks hollowed out as you withfrew him from your mouth, gasping for air as you swiped your tongue over your bottom lip for effect.
"You wanna cum? Hmm?" You purred, kissing and toying with his angry tip. Bodhi whimpered, whimpered -- barely holding back.
"Fuck, oh fuck yes-"
He shoved his cock back in your mouth, your throat stretching once again to accomodate his size. He gasped, panting as he came, his cum painting your throat white with every hot spurt. You watched as he shook with the aftershock, his balls draining as he emptied every last drop right into your very mouth. Peering down at you, he gave you one small, malicious smile.
"Swallow all of it."
You nodded slowly, your throat working as you tasted every last drop of essence he'd given you. He watched as you swallowed, your tongue laying out flat to show him when you'd done it.
He chuckled, shaking his head.
"Careful; you'll turn me on again. We'll have to go for round two."
You opened your mouth to respond, but Garrick beat you to it. He grunted harshly, his hips snapping as his pelvis slapped against your ass with every thrust.
"Fucking, Hell.. I'm filling this hole, fuck," he sighed, his fingers gripping your ass hard. You squeaked when he spanked you lightly, delighting in the way your butt bounced before his very eyes.
"Holy shit... holy fucking shit-" He grit out, ramming his dick in only a few times more before before halting altogether, his groan low as he spilled himself fully inside of you. He breathed deeply behind you for only a moment before he yanked his cock from you, admiring the small trail of cum following as your hole gaped in his absence.
"Shit... never seen something more perfect," Garrick admired, watching you writhe and squirm atop Xaden who'd returned his attention back to your puffy and swollent clit. His hips bucked wildly against you, the feel of your soft breasts pressed together on either side of his cock driving him insane.
"Mmmf... Xaden... please..." you whined, wiggling your ass above his mouth. He growled into your cunt, licking roughly at your folds, sucking harder, harder, his dick fucking between your boobs so fast...
You came with a scream, your essence gushing from your cunt faster than you could control. Your legs shook with the feeling, Xaden's soft lips overstimulating as he worked you down from your high. All the while, his cum spurted against your chest, painting your breasts and peaked nipples in his own essence, his abdomen flexing as he leaked himself all over you.
"Shit..." He groaned, palming your ass and squeezing once as he lapped at you, licking up every last drop you leaked out onto his face. He kissed softly at your inner thighs before sliding out from beneath you, joining his fellow brothers around the bed as they admired the fucked-out mess they left before them.
You stretched out, arching your back like a cat, despite still feeling the aftershocks of the intense pleasure that you just experienced.
Garrick smirked, shucking on his pants and fiddling with the leather laces.
"So... same time next week?"
And as all three boys turned to gaze at you for the final time that night, you offerred them no more than one simple, sweet smile.
*What I think was happening on that new secret times.
If you listen to it while you read its 10x better😉
🔞MDNI🔞
It had been a grueling day for Caleb. Hunger gnawed at him, irritability clung to his body, and an insistent desire clouded his thoughts. You, unwittingly or not, had been the catalyst for his distraction all day long. Those pictures you sent, dressed in a scandalously short skirt and a tank top that left little to the imagination, had been seared into his mind. It began harmlessly enough, a playful tease, but quickly escalated into something more.
Caleb found himself pausing mid conversations, his grip tightening on his phone every time it vibrated with a new message from you. He had lost precious time today, growing impatient with the incompetence of his subordinates, all because he couldn't wrestle his traitorous cock into submission. Twice he had to retreat to the privacy of the bathroom, one hand wrapped around his cock as he imagined burying himself between your perfect tits.
His front door clicked shut behind him, the sound a reminder of the long day he had endured. He moved silently "Those who dared to mess with the fleet sealed their fate since the beginning" a quick call sealed the fates of those foolish enough to cross the Colonel
"Yes go ahead." his tone was cold and detached, devoid of any hint of remorse for the lives he had just ordered ended.
As he stepped into the dimly lit living room, the chill of the night air hit his face. There you lay, sprawled out on the sofa, still dressed in the same provocative attire that had been the bane of his focus all day.
He cleared his throat, the sound echoing in the quiet of the room. "Ahem, you forgot to close the window again" he said, his voice rougher than he intended. No response came from you, and he took a step closer.
You remained still, chest rising and falling gently with each breath, your skin looking soft and inviting in the dim light of the room. Caleb's jaw clenched, fighting the urge to reach out and touch you, to run his hands over the expanse of your thighs and the swell of your breasts.
"You fell asleep on the couch, uh?" he tried again stepping closer but still you gave no indication of waking, leaving Caleb to stand there, mind racing with filthy thoughts.
He knelt before you, his warm breath tickling your skin "You're sleeping so peacefully, I don't have the heart to wake you" he murmured, leaning in close to inhale the sweet scent of your hair. "I missed you"
A single finger traced the curve of your cheek, the feather light touch enough to wake you. Your eyes fluttered open, clouded and disoriented, and you pulled back instinctively from his touch.
He chuckled softly at the sight of your confusion "Why are you pulling away?" he asked, brow furrowing slightly in question.
The cool night air from the open window sent a draft across your skin, making the pane rattle against its frame. The scent of your body lotion, sweet and inviting, drifted up to tease Caleb's senses as he inhaled deeply, savoring the intoxicating aroma like a man starved.
"It's me," he said, leaning back to give you space. "You're awake?."
You blinked slowly, vision clearing after rubbing your eyes "Caleb?"
"Yeah, I just came back from the Fleets HQ" rising to his feet, he took a couple of steps back and watched as you pushed yourself to a sitting position on the couch. His gaze followed your movements, taking in the way your tank top strained against your chest as you stretched.
"I'm just going to change," he said meeting your questioning stare.
"Doesn't my Colonel uniform make you uncomfortable?" he asked, hinting at a deeper meaning beneath the surface of his words.
You eyes traced over his body, taking in his uniform. "Not really..." you murmured, eyes lingering on his coat.
Caleb's lips twitched "If it doesn't bother you, then...why did you move away?" There was a glint of amusement in his eyes, mixed with something darker, more intense.
"It's...your hand...it was cold" you admitted, gaze flickering to your hands on your lap.
"Uh-huh. Well, I'm freezing," Caleb retorted, his gaze drifting to the open window, the cool night air still drifting in. He shook his head in disbelief "You're okay with the cold coming in from the window. But you think I'm cold?" he scoffed, brows furrowing slightly. "Fine"
Without waiting for an answer, Caleb strode over to the couch in front of you to grab the blanket draped over the back, the soft fabric slipping easily into his grasp. "I'll get you a blanket," he said with a note of sarcastic resignation in his tone "You don't need to be in a hurry to thank me" He tossed the blanket towards you, using his evol to place it on your lap.
Sitting down across from you, Caleb leaned back, one arm draped casually across the back of the couch, the other hand resting on his thigh. He regarded you intently "I'm not here to take care of you today," he stated firmly and his lips curled into a smirk as he leaned forward slightly, his posture becoming more dominant. "If you are cold...you need to come over here yourself"
He patted his muscular thigh, the fabric of his uniform trousers stretching taut over the hard muscle beneath "Sit" he ordered, the single word dripping with authority and unspoken desires.
You stared at him, confusion etched on your face.
"You sat in my lap before. What are you afraid of?" he asked as he leaned back again, his hand, clad in a black leather glove, stroked his bottom lip, drawing your eyes to the movement.
Your head began to shake, a denial on the tip of your tongue, but Caleb cut you off before you could utter a word. "Do you actually believe I can't tell what you're thinking?"
Suddenly, you felt a strange pull, a force of gravity that yanked you out of your seat. The blanket slipped from your grasp, pooling on the floor as you were lifted, weightless and helpless, drawn towards Caleb. Your hands flailed, grasping at the air, before you found yourself settled firmly in his lap.
"CALEB!"
"You think I can't feel it?" His fingers trailed down the column of your throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake until they brushed the tops of your breasts.
Your mind flashed back to the day you had reunited.
"You're thinking about that interrogation...right?" He was right, of course. How could he not be, when your body was betraying your every thought?
"Do you remember the mood tracker that was on your neck?" Caleb asked "Detecting emotions doesn't need to be complicated" his voice dropped to a whisper. "When it comes to you, I'm more effective than that device. It's just that, we're not close enough..." his fingers moved to the line of your jaw, tilting your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Come closer. Open up..." he whispered again, thumb brushing over your lower lip, a silent order for entrance.
Your lips parted slowly and his exhale was more like a low, needy moan, a sound that ignited a corresponding ache deep inside you before you closed your mouth again.
"You won't move?" Caleb asked, his brows arching upwards "I have to come to you?" There was a warning edge to his tone. "If so, things won't be so simple anymore"
You should have heeded his warning, should have pushed him away, put some distance between your heated bodies. But you found yourself smirking instead, a defiant curve of your lips that dared him to follow through on his threat.
His response was swift and decisive. He pulled you flush against him, your core now pressed against the hard bulge of his arousal. The friction making you gasp, back arching, seeking more of that delicious pressure.
Seizing the opportunity, Caleb claimed your mouth in a kiss, a clash of lips and tongues that stole the breath from your lungs. He rocked his hips against yours and you moaned into his mouth, lost in the intensity of the moment.
Abruptly, he pulled away, breaking the kiss. "You need to breathe," he reminded you, his voice ragged and thick with desire. But you were too far gone, too consumed by the lust that now dominated your senses.
Your tank top was suddenly tugged down, his hand, gloved and cold, cupped one of your breasts, squeezing gently before his thumb and forefinger found your nipple, pinching the sensitive peak hard.
"Ah! Are you in a bad mood because of the fleet?" you gasped, trying to make sense of his sudden actions.
Caleb scoffed, a sound that rumbled in his chest. "Do you still have the energy to think about them?" he countered before his mouth moved to your nipple, tongue flicking out to give it a teasing lick.
Two gloved fingers moved to your mouth, tracing the soft curve of your lower lip. Your mouth opened instinctively, welcoming the intrusion "The person under the Colonel's command right now is you"
You started to suck on his finger, tongue swirling around the digits before biting them. Hard.
"Watch your mouth," using his other hand he yanked your face closer, until his nose was brushing against yours.
Caleb slid his fingers out of your mouth just a fraction, only to thrust them back in deeper, His mouth moved down again, latching onto your nipple, drawing the peak between his lips. He suckled softly, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, lavishing it with open mouthed kisses.
"When the Far Space Fleet Colonel is present, you are not allowed to be disrespectful," he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and heavy. He pinched your other nipple, rolling the tender flesh between his fingers, before leaning in to give it a playful lick, watching it bounce and glisten with his saliva. A low chuckle escaped him. "But...I guess you've already failed in that regard."
He continued suckling and kissing every inch of the soft skin, the memory of the pictures you sent him, your hardened nipple peeking out from under your tank top, the way your breasts looked squeezed together, all fueled his hunger.
"Tch, you're pulling away again?" he admonished, pausing to look at you. His fingers kept moving in and out of your mouth, but he noticed the flicker of discomfort on your face. "Are my leather gloves chafing you?" you nodded in response but he didn't stop.
"You are not allowed to bite though" he continued as his kisses trailed up the column of your throat. Suddenly, your eyes fluttered shut, rolling back in bliss when your clit caught just the right spot. A moan tore from your throat, and in an instant both of his hands were back on your hips, gripping you tightly to stop your movements.
He kissed you again, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your bottom lip, biting down with a mix of tenderness and hunger, until your lungs burned for oxygen.
Breaking the kiss, Caleb pulled back, chest heaving, eyes dark with lust. "What are you interrogating me for exactly?" you gasped, voice hoarse with need.
Breaking the kiss, Caleb pulled back, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with lust. "What are you interrogating me for exactly?" you gasped, voice hoarse with need.
A grin spread across his face "What am I interrogating you for?" his brows arched in question before he took your nipple back into his mouth. "You tell me" the words were muffled yet still commanding.
"I don't..."
"Answer me," he demanded, hands working at the buckle of his pants "Who is the Colonel?"
You tore your gaze away from his hands to look up at him, eyes locking with his slightly narrowed stare.
"You are" you breathed. You couldn't look away, not when the sound of his zipper lowering filled the air. Or when he freed his throbbing cock from the confines of his underwear. "It's me?" he asked, thumb brushing over the weeping tip, smearing the bead of moisture that had gathered there.
"Well then..."His hand moved beneath your skirt, tugging your panties to the side "Can I do...this?" He notched the tip of his cock at your entrance, the hard, velvety head parting your lips.
Without hesitation, you sank down, taking him to the hilt. A loud moan tore from his throat as your tight walls clenched around him. He gasped for air against your lips and swallowed your own moans of pleasure. It was like a plea for you to ground him, to keep him from spilling inside you before either of you was ready.
"Good girl..." he praised, guiding your hips, helping you bounce gently on his cock, peppering your flushed cheeks with playful kisses. "You still feel cold?"
You shook your head, a breathless moan bubbling up from your throat. "No, it...it's a bit hot" you admitted, skin flushed and tingling.
Caleb laughed "It's a bit hot?" he repeated with a teasing lilt to his voice.
"Don't worry, I'll do it slowly...I'll take good care of you..." His evol took hold, and in an instant he had shifted your positions. He was laying on the couch under you, your thighs resting on either side of his head.
He laughed as you tried to lift yourself off him. One arm wrapping around your thigh, locking you in place, as the other pushed your skirt up and out of the way.
"Why are you trying to escape again?" he teased, his fingers tugging your panties aside again. "We're just getting started," he pulled you down, bringing your pussy closer to his eager mouth. "We can keep...going" his lips parted to suck on your clit softly then he moved his tongue over your slit, laving over every sensitive nerve ending until he reached your clit again.
"Cay, wa-wait I'm not sure..." you panted out, voice lost in a haze of pleasure.
A dark chuckle vibrated against your core, making you clench around his tongue. Caleb looked up at you, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, his eyes glinting with mischief and something far more intense. "Ah...you aren't sure if it feels good?" he taunted, before slipping two fingers where his tongue was seconds before.
You cried out, hips rocking instinctively as he pumped his fingers in and out, stroking that special spot "Is that really the case?" he murmured, fingers curling just right to make you see stars.
His mouth was back on you "Hmmm..." The sound was muffled, caught between a moan and a laugh. "Stay," he coaxed, pulling you down harder, grinding your clit against his mouth. "It'll feel good" he promised, before diving back in.
His tongue worked magic, licking and suckling, driving you closer and closer to the edge. One of your hands was fisted in his hair, holding on for dear life as you rode his face, hips moving to the rhythm of his tongue, while the other held the fabric of your skirt up.
"Caleb, please..."
"I'm here... I know everything about you"
And he did. He knew your body better than you knew yourself. He could read every shudder, every gasp, every shift of your hips like a roadmap to your pleasure. And he used that knowledge mercilessly, his fingers pumping in and out of you, curling and stroking, until he felt your walls starting to flutter around him.
Only then, when he was certain you were teetering on the edge, did he slow his movement. His fingers stilled inside you, holding you filled and stretched, as his tongue flicked out to circle your clit gently.
"Get on top of me... let me see you more clearly. Is that okay?" His words were a plea, a command.and a tender request all rolled into one. How could you possibly refuse him when he gazed up at you with those puppy-dog eyes, his expression open and vulnerable, yet still somehow demanding?
Slowly you moved down, lining his cock with your entrance. The head nudged your folds, parting them, teasing you with the promise of more.
"Say it, say yes" He wanted to hear you say it, wanted you to give yourself to him completely.
"Yes!" you said trying to sink down again but Caleb stopped you, his evol stopping your descent, keeping you in place. "CALEB!"
"I heard you" his laughter filled the air as he sat up, lips latching onto your breast as he thrust up, sheathing himself inside you so deep you both moaned in unison, the sudden fullness, the exquisite stretch, pushing you both closer to the brink.
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He kisses you until you forget how to breathe, until the world narrows down to the feel of his lips on yours, his tongue delving deep, claiming your mouth as thoroughly as his cock claims your body. He steals your breath, your thoughts, your sanity, until you exist only for him, for the pleasure he gives and the pleasure you give in return.
Because what he feels for you, what burns in his eyes as he gazes at you with such raw, unbridled hunger, is not a love for the faint of heart. It is not the sweet, gentle love of storybooks and fairytales. No, this love is visceral. It is a love that demands everything you have to give and then demands more.
But its yours, this love, as much as it is his. It is the love that you have crafted together, a tapestry woven with threads of passion, possession, and an unbreakable bond. This is the love that you share, the love that you crave, the love that you know will be the end of you. But you're willing to burn in its flames, to be consumed utterly and completely, as long as it means being his. Forever and always, his.
