✮ stepdaddy!toji can't get enough of you. cw: stepcest
stepdaddy!toji didn't plan on getting married at all. he had zero desire to deal with responsibility and all that bullshit, but he figured his kid needed a mother figure. so he met a woman who worked in some boring office, no spark or passion happened, and he didn't even expect it. he just wanted to make sure his boy didn't grow up lonely.
stepdaddy!toji who didn't even blink when she said she had a daughter but would do whatever it took to make sure you wouldn't cause a problem, 'cause apparently you were a total brat who rebelled against her on purpose and all that shit. he just grunted and nodded, thinking you were the same age as his son.
stepdaddy!toji didn't even set eyes on you until he and your mom got hitched, 'cause you kept running away from home and this time your mom just kicked you out. when you guys first met, you were wearing these crazy short lounge shorts with your hair all messy. well, you were way older than his son. you licked your ice cream and looked at him with those doe eyes. "so, you're my new daddy now?" he checked you out from head to toe, letting his gaze linger on those hips. "guess so. and did you have a lot of new ones?" "enough to know you won't last long here." well, that did something to his cock.
stepdaddy!toji saw with his own eyes that you weren't some bratty, hopeless kid like your mom described. you just didn't agree with her and tried to prove her wrong, and she got pissed every single time, telling you she wasted her youth on you. he just cut the argument short, stroking your hair and telling your mom to stop being such a bitch.
stepdaddy!toji couldn't tear his eyes away when you walked around the house in just panties and a sheer white top after another fight just to spite your mom, with your nipples peeking through. you never gave any blunt hints, but the way you stared at his biceps every time he reached for the salt on the table, or at his huge cock when he wore gray sweatpants, spoke for itself.
stepdaddy!toji walked into your room one day while you were out to swipe your panties and sniff 'em while he jerked off, but he found something way more interesting. your laptop stayed open with a chat with your friend on the screen. he was just about to blow it off when he saw his name.
→ idk girl, it sounds gross but if you saw him you'd wanna fuck him too
i mean, you got a shitty mom who's been terrorizing you since you were a kid, he didn't raise you, he didn't change your diapers, so why the hell not? if the dick's worth it lol ←
→ it's huge, i'm sure he'd just rip me apart. i have to imagine him instead of my dildo, though he's definitely like three times bigger
stepdaddy!toji decides to shower with you the next morning, making you let out a scream. "what are you doing in here?" and you try to cover yourself up, but he just laughs. "giving you exactly what you want." he starts stripping and you stare at his massive biceps, his rock-solid chest and abs, then your eyes trail down and see the happy trail leading to a huge, hang-hard cock that was already standing tall. your mouth hung open while he sat down on the edge. "get over here, baby." one second you stopped hiding yourself, and the next you were bouncing on his cock, and he was deep inside you, ripping you apart.
his hands are glued to your ass, guiding your rhythm, squeezing and spreading you open on his cock. every time you slide down, you feel him hit that spot deep inside. "nngh! yes! yes! so good—" he leans forward and captures your nipple between his lips, suckling hard, his tongue flicking across the sensitive peak. "you were made to take my cock." you gasp when he bites down gently, then soothes the ache with his tongue. "mmnn— my little girl’s got the sweetest tits, huh? gonna suck 'em dry." your hips start to slow — you're exhausted, your muscles screaming — but he won't let you stop. his hands grip your waist and start bouncing you on his cock, fucking up into you with brutal precision. your head falls back, mouth open, letting out a long, guttural moan. "you like that, baby? you like your daddy using you like this?" "yes! yes— please nngh! don't stop—" "that's it, baby. cum for daddy. cum all over my cock."
stepdaddy!toji gets addicted to you right away. he turns fucking you every morning into a tradition. he's already hard when he pushes your door open, already stroking himself through his boxers by the time he's kneeling on the mattress, dragging the sheets off your sleeping body. "mornin', little girl." you stir, blinking up at him. his cock is already out, thick and heavy, the head brushing against your thigh. "...it's so early..." "shhh." he pulls your panties down your legs. "daddy needs his breakfast." he rolls you onto your stomach first, because he likes watching the way your back arches when he pushes inside from behind. his chest presses against your spine, his mouth at your ear. "been dreamin' about this pussy all night, baby. you know that? can't sleep proper without knowin' i'm gonna be inside you the second i wake up." "nngh! daddy—! so good..."
stepdaddy!toji uses your tits like a pacifier. it started as something innocent — him suckling gently while you watched tv — but now it's a full-blown ritual. his hands find your shirt, push it up. your bra follows. he groans the second your nipples are bare, leaning down to take one into his mouth. "toji—" "shhh." he sucks hard, tongue circling the sensitive peak. "just let daddy have this."
his eyes are half-closed. he is latched on, suckling slow and steady. his hand cups your other breast, thumb stroking over the nipple. "one day," he murmurs against your skin, "gonna put a baby in you. gonna fill you up so good. and then these tits..." he takes the nipple between his teeth, tugs gently. "gonna be full of milk for me. gonna drink it straight from the source, baby." you whimper, and he suckles harder, his hand sliding down between your legs. "and you'll let me, won't you? let daddy drink it whenever he wants. let me fall asleep right here, with your nipple in my mouth and my cum drippin' out of your tight little pussy." he does fall asleep like that, sometimes. your nipple still between his lips, your hand stroking his hair. and when he wakes up in the middle of the night, hard and aching, he slides inside you without a word, still half-asleep, still sucking your breast.
stepdaddy!toji loves making you squirt just to prove he is way better than guys your own age. he's on his knees between your legs, and he's been down there for god knows how long. your thighs are shaking, you're soaked, and he shows no signs of stopping. "i know you got it in you, baby." his fingers curl inside you, pressing against your front wall. "give it to daddy. give me that." "daddy, i can't—mnngh! i can't, it's too much—" "you can. you will." his mouth closes over your clit, sucks hard while his fingers pump faster. "c'mon, my baby. let go for me. let me see it." your body locks up. every muscle goes tight. and then it releases — a gush of fluid that soaks his hand, his chin, the towel he'd laid down beneath you. "there she is. there's my good fuckin' girl." he doesn't stop. he keeps fingering you through it, keeps sucking your clit until you're screaming, until you're pushing at his head because you can't take anymore. "one more, little girl. give me one more."
stepdaddy!toji who treats your pussy like a living thing. he talks to it, kisses it, worships it. he pushes your thighs up to your chest and groans at the sight of you. "mm, she's wet for me. of course she is. she knows who she belongs to." "look at my girl. missed me, didn't she?" he's talking to your pussy, and he means it. he leans in, presses his open mouth against your folds like a kiss. "fuck, i missed you too, pretty girl." he makes out with it. that's the only way to describe it — his tongue sliding between your lips, pressing inside, then pulling out to suck your clit into his mouth. "daddy's girl's got the sweetest fuckin' pussy in the world. you know that?" he presses his nose against your clit, inhales deep. "can't get enough." "ha— mmnh!!— daddy! i'm gonna—!" "come in my mouth, baby." you cum again from his tongue alone, and he moans through it, smiling against your pussy. when you try to pull away from the oversensitivity, he grabs your hips and yanks you back. "i'm not done. daddy's never done with this pretty pussy."
stepdaddy!toji doesn't give a fuck if someone can catch you guys, if he wanted to fuck you, nothing was gonna stop him. "someone will see—" "let 'em." he pulls you over the center console, guides you onto his lap. your back presses against his chest, the steering wheel digging into your knees. his cock slides into you from behind, and you choke on a moan. "shhh, baby. gotta be quiet." but he's already thrusting up into you, one hand on your hip, the other wrapped around your throat. "look how good you take my cock." a woman walks past with a shopping cart. you freeze, but he keeps moving, keeps fucking up into you slow and deep. "look at her. she got no idea you're gettin' stuffed full of my cock right now." "fuck— daddy! —nngh!" "that's it. let 'em hear. let 'em know who you belong to." sunlight floods the car, and anyone glancing over would see two silhouettes. he comes inside you with a grunt, holding your hips down, filling you up while a minivan parks three spaces away.
stepdaddy!toji who tells your mom he needs to spend more time with you to get to know his stepdaughter better, so he heads to the mall with you. he fucks you in the first dressing room he finds. you're on his lap, your back against his chest, the flimsy curtain doing nothing to muffle your sounds. his cock is buried deep, and he's holding you still while the saleslady asks through the curtain if everything fits okay. "just fine," he calls out, voice steady. his hips thrust up. "my girl's just trying things on." you bite your lip so hard you taste blood. his hand covers your mouth. "shhh, my baby. don't wanna get caught, do you?" but he's fucking up into you harder, faster. the cheap stool beneath you creaks. "nngh! mmn—!" "what was that?" he pulls his hand away. "you got something to say, little girl?" "daddy! — fuck... i'm gonna!—" "gonna come? right here? with your mama thinkin' we're just havin' a nice afternoon?" you nod frantically, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "then do it, baby. come on daddy's cock. let 'em all hear who makes you feel this good." you come with a broken cry, and he follows right after.
stepdaddy!toji finally gets to fuck you everywhere after the divorce, without hiding or trying to muffle your sweet sounds. he bends you over the thick upholstered arm, your toes barely touching the floor, ass arched high. he pushes in slow, watching his cock disappear into your tight little pussy inch by inch. the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy fills the room. "you hear that, baby? listen to how wet you are for me. this pussy knows who it belongs to, doesn't it?" "y-yes, daddy! it's you— ah!— all yours!" or when he folds you in half, knees pressed against your shoulders, your ankles hooked over his biceps. he looms over you, watching his own cock slide in and out of your gaping hole. he fucks you deep and slow, grinding his pelvis against your clit with every thrust until you're a writhing mess beneath him. "look at you little girl, taking every inch. you love being stuffed full of this cock, don't you?" "yes! daddy— mmnh!— yes, i love it, i love it!"
stepdaddy!toji who loves it when you warm up his dick. he's sitting on the couch, watching tv, and you're in his lap, facing him, his cock buried deep inside your pussy. you're both fully dressed except for where your panties are pushed aside and his zipper is down. "just sit still, little girl. keep me warm." you try to stay quiet, but every small movement makes you clench around him, and you can feel him twitch inside you. your thighs are shaking, your pussy pulsing, and you're so wet you can feel yourself dripping down onto his lap. "please— i need you to move—" you can feel him twitch inside you, feel him get harder even though he's not moving. his thumb traces lazy circles on your hip. "one day," he murmurs, "gonna keep you on my cock all day long. gonna carry you around the house like this. make you breakfast with my dick still buried in you." you clench around him involuntarily, and he groans. "fuck, yeah. squeeze daddy just like that."
stepdaddy!toji who couldn't see you for a whole week because of all the divorce drama. and when you finally show up at his place, he doesn't even take your clothes off all the way. just pushes your skirt up, rips your panties aside, and sinks into you with a groan that sounds like relief. "fuck! fuck— i needed this. i needed you, baby." your back hits the wall, your legs wrap around his waist. he's holding you up, fucking you standing, your weight suspended on his cock. "never again. never gonna go a week without this pussy again. you hear me?" "yes— mmh! daddy— yes!" "now i can have you whenever i want. wherever i want." he carries you across the room, still inside you, fucks you against every surface he can reach. the counter. the couch. the floor. "gonna make up for lost time. gonna spend the whole weekend buried inside my little girl."
stepdada!kuna ? amazing art from @ dickerystuf on ig / x
your boyfriend toji takes care of his hardworking gf after a long day at work!
ಇ.content & warnings: p in v :: pet names (ma, babygirl, princess) :: use of the word "daddy" :: c-pied ::
The door clicks shut behind you with a soft, exhausted thud, and the weight of the entire goddamn day finally crashes down like it’s been waiting for this exact second.
Your handbag hits the floor somewhere near the entryway— doesn’t matter where, you’re already kicking off one heel, then the other, bare feet sinking into the cool hardwood with a sigh that feels like it’s been trapped in your chest since 8 a.m.
The tight high-waisted skirt clings to your hips, the creamy stockings still silky-smooth against your thighs even after twelve hours of sitting, standing, pacing, pretending you weren’t counting down the minutes.
Your blazer hangs half-off one shoulder now, white shirt slightly untucked and wrinkled from leaning over spreadsheets and biting back frustration.
You don’t even make it past the living room before you see him.
Toji’s spraaawled- across the couch like he owns every inch of the leather— shirtless, skin glistening with a faint sheen of sweat from the sticky summer heat that’s been suffocating the apartment all day.
Those grey sweats hang obscenely low on his narrow hips, the deep V of his pelvis disappearing beneath the waistband, happy trail dark and damp. One thick forearm is slung over the back of the couch, the other lazily cradling a half-empty glass of something amber.
Ice clinks when he tilts his head toward you, moss-green eyes dragging slow and deliberate from your stockinged toes all the way up to your flushed, tired face.
“Long day, huh, doll?” His voice is low, rough around the edges like gravel wrapped in velvet. That smug little curl at the corner of his scarred mouth already tells you he knows exactly how wrecked you are.
You don’t answer right away— just let your shoulders sag, let the blazer finally slip off completely and puddle on the floor behind you. Your fingers fumble with the top button of your shirt, popping it open because suddenly the collar feels like it’s choking you.
“Mmhm,” you mumble, voice small. “Really fuckin’ hard.”
Toji sets the glass down on the coffee table with a quiet clink. Doesn’t stand yet. Just watches you with that lazy, predatory patience he’s so good at.
“C’mere then, babygirl,” he drawls, patting one meaty thigh. “Look at you… all dolled up and droopin’. My poor lil office princess had to play grown-up all day, huh?”
You shuffle closer on autopilot, heels long forgotten somewhere behind you. The stockings whisper against each other with every step. When you’re finally within reach he reaches out slow n deliberate aaand- hooks two thick fingers into the waistband of your skirt and tugs you the last few inches until your knees bump the edge of the couch cushion between his spread legs.
“Was it real bad?” he coos, tilting his head like he’s genuinely asking, even though that glint in his eye says he’s already half-hard just from the sight of you like this— still half-professional, half-undone, needy in a way only he ever gets to see. “Tell daddy.”
You swallow. Your throat feels dry. “Meetings… emails… people being stupid… I just— I need…”
“Shhh.” He cuts you off gently, thumb brushing the inside of your wrist where your pulse is hammering. “I know, I know. You need rest, yeah? Need someone to take care of my tired lil girl so she doesn’t have to think anymore.”
His other hand slides up the back of your thigh, rough palm dragging over the sheer cream nylon, squeezing the plush meat right under the curve of your ass. You sway forward instinctively.
“Need to be taken apart real slow first, though,” he murmurs, voice dropping even lower. “Can’t have you passin’ out all wound up like this… that’s no good, mama.”
You whimper— barely audible, but he hears it. Always does.
Toji’s smirk softens into something almost sweet. Almost.
“Turn around f’me, pretty.”
You do. Legs shaky. Heart thudding loud in your ears.
He doesn’t rush. Just lets his big hands map you from behind— palms smoothing up your hips, thumbs hooking under the high waistband of the skirt and dragging it inch by torturous inch over the swell of your ass until the fabric bunches at your waist like a belt. The cool air hits the damp cotton of your panties and you shiver.
“Fuck… look at these legs,” he groans, more to himself than you. Fingers trace the lace tops of your stockings, then slide higher, cupping your asscheeks and spreading them just enough to make you arch.
“Been thinkin’ about bendin’ you over this couch since you left this mornin’… knew you’d come home lookin’ like sin wrapped in office clothes.”
He leans forward, hot breath ghosting the small of your back through the thin white shirt still clinging to you.
“Hands on the backrest, baby. Right there. Good girl.”
You brace yourself, palms flat against the cool leather, ass presented like an offering. Toji hums approvingly— low and pleased. One hand stays splayed on your lower back, keeping you arched just how he likes, while the other slips between your thighs from behind. Thick fingers pet over the soaked cotton, slow circles that make your knees buckle.
“S’wet already… poor thing,” he coos again, voice dripping mock sympathy. “All that stress sittin’ right here, huh? Daddy’s gonna fuck it outta you… make you nice n’ stupid so you can sleep good tonight.”
He doesn’t pull your panties down yet. Just keeps rubbing— lazy n firm, until the fabric is clinging transparently to your folds and you’re rocking back against his hand without meaning to.
“Toji…” Your voice cracks. Small and needy.
“Yeah, babygirl?” He presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the back of your thigh, right above the stocking line. Teeth graze. “Use your words. Tell me what my exhausted lil princess needs.”
You bite your lip so hard you taste copper.
“Need… need you inside,” you whisper. “Please. Been thinking about it all day… just- just wanna feel full. Wanna stop thinking.”
He groans deep and gutturally— like your words punched him right in the gut.
“That’s my good girl.”
Finally, finally— he hooks the soaked cotton to the side, exposing you completely. You hear the rustle of his sweats being shoved down, the wet slap of his heavy cock against his palm as he gives himself a few rough strokes.
“Gonna take it slow at first,” he promises, even though his voice is wrecked. “Gonna open you up nice… let you feel every inch while I kiss that pretty neck… then I’m gonna fuck you stupid, yeah? Pound all that tension right outta this greedy little cunt till you’re cryin’ my name.”
The blunt head nudges your soft n sappin hole, with his globular thick head, pink tinged tip leaking glossy drops of pre onto your needy lil slit..
You push back instinctively.
“Uh-uh.” His hand clamps down on your hip, stilling you. “Let daddy do the work tonight. You just stay right there… be my sweet, tired baby… and take it.”
He sinks in one torturously slow inch of his veined length-
Then another.
And another.
Until your thighs are trembling and your arms are shaking and all you can do is whimper his name like a prayer.
Toji leans over you, chest to your back, scarred lips brushing the shell of your ear.
“There we go… that’s it, mama… let it all go. Daddy’s home now.”
And then he starts to move.
Slow.
Deep.
Relentless.
Just like you needed.
Toji’s palm is massive under your cheek, rough and warm, scarred knuckles cradling the side of your face like it’s something fragile even though he’s currently splitting you open on the fattest cock you’ve ever taken.
Your head lolls heavy into the cradle of his hand, cheek smushed soft against the meat of it, lips parted on little wet, mindless puffs of breath. Every slow, deliberate roll of his hips makes your lashes flutter, makes a thin string of drool slip from the corner of your mouth and drip down his wrist.
He doesn’t wipe it away.
Just lets it happen— lets you make a pretty little mess while he watches your face with those half-lidded moss-green eyes, smug and starving all at once.
“Fuuuck… look at my girl,” he rasps, voice gravel-thick and wrecked. “All fuzzy-headed n’ droolin’ already… s’cute. S’so fuckin’ cute how you go dumb the second daddy’s inside this greedy little cunt.”
Another deep, lazy grind of his pelvis flush to your ass now, pubic bone kissing your clit with every tiny circle he makes. You whine, high and broken, hips twitching like you can’t decide if you want to run from the stretch or chase it harder.
The cream coating his shaft is so— thick, the glossy rings of it clinging to every veiny inch he pulls out, only to smear right back in when he sinks deep again.
Your pussy flutters helplessly around him, trying to suck him deeper, trying to keep him, and he groans low in his throat like the sound punched straight out of his soul.
“God… feel that?” He drags out slow— sooo slow— until just the swollen, flushed head is stretching your glossy entrance, letting you feel the obscene pop of his ridge catching on your rim before he feeds it back in, inch by torturous inch. “Feel how tight you are, babygirl? S’like this pussy’s tryna milk me dry… tryna keep every drop right where it belongs.”
Your mind is cotton-soft, thoughts melting into syrupy little fragments—Toji… full… so full… daddy nghh… please…—but your body knows exactly what it wants. You arch your back deeper, knees spreading wider on the couch cushions, ass lifting just enough to present yourself like the needy little thing you are.
He growls- actualy growls- low in his chest, rumbling against your spine.
“Yeahhh… that’s it. Spread for me, mama. Open that pretty ass up… lemme see.”
Thick fingers dig into the plush of your cheeks, spreading you wide— wide enough that the cool air kisses your soaked folds, wide enough that he can watch the way your sappy little hole clenches and flutters around nothing for a heartbeat before he bullies his way back inside. The wet schlick of it is filthy, loud in the quiet apartment, and you sob softly into his palm.
“Shhh… shhh, I got you,” he coos, lips brushing the shell of your ear, hot breath fanning over your skin. “Daddy’s got his tired lil princess… gonna play with this achy clit till you’re shakin’, yeah? Gonna make her cream all over my cock while I fuck you nice n’ deep.”
His free hand snakes around your hip, middle finger finding your swollen clit without hesitation, already so puffy and sensitive from the grind of his hips earlier. He doesn’t rub fast. Doesn’t rush. Just presses slow, firm circles, lazy little loops that match the drag of his cock inside you, making your thighs tremble and your toes curl against the leather.
“Fuck… she’s throbbin’ so hard,” he murmurs, almost reverent. “Poor lil thing’s been achin’ all day, huh? Waitin’ for daddy to come home n’ take care of her… bet she was drippin’ under that tight skirt at your desk, thinkin’ about this fat cock stretchin’ er open.”
You try to answer— try to say yes yes yes daddy please— but all that comes out is a garbled, drooly whimper, more spit slipping past your lips to pool in the dip of his palm. He chuckles low, dark, the sound vibrating through your back where his chest is pressed flush to you.
“Aw, baby… can’t even talk anymore? S’okay… don’t need words. Just need you to feel it. Feel how deep I am… feel how full you are… feel how much daddy loves ruinin’ this perfect little pussy.”
He picks up the tiniest bit of speed he's not pounding your clenchin’ pussy yet, s'not wrecking you all the way— just enough to make the wet slap slap slap of skin on skin echo softly, just enough to make your eyes roll back under heavy lids.
His finger on your clit never stops its steady, maddening circles, occasionally dipping lower to gather more of your slick and smear it over the sensitive bud until you’re bucking weakly, chasing the friction.
“Look at all this cream,” he groans, pulling out halfway just to watch the thick, glossy strands connect his cock to your fluttering hole before he sinks back in with a filthy squelch. “Makin’ such a mess for me… gonna have to clean you up with my tongue later, yeah? Lick every drop outta this sweet cunt till you’re cryin’ again.”
Your whole body shudders at the thought— head lolling harder into his hand, drool slicking his fingers now, soft little hiccuping moans spilling out every time he bottoms out and grinds against that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes.
Toji leans down, scarred lips brushing your temple, your cheek, the corner of your slack mouth— tastin’ the mess you’re making without a hint of hesitation.
“My good girl,” he whispers, voice cracking with something dangerously close to adoration. “My pretty, tired, fucked-out baby… gonna fill you up so good tonight. Gonna fuck all that stress right outta you till you’re sleepin’ like an angel… full of daddy’s cum, nice n’ warm.”
He circles your clit a little faster now, still not brutal, still careful but enough to make your hips jerk, enough to make your pussy clamp down so tight he hisses through his teeth.
“Fuck— there she goes… squeezin’ me like a vice. You close already, huh? Gonna cum all pretty for daddy while I’m buried balls-deep?”
You can’t answer. Can only sob his name— Toji Toji Toji —muffled against his palm, tears of pleasure slipping down your cheeks to mix with the drool.
He kisses them away, soft and slow, even as his hips keep that deep, rolling rhythm.
“That’s it… let go for me, babygirl. Cum on this cock… make a fuckin’ mess… show daddy how much you needed this.”
And when you finally shatter your back arching, thighs shaking, pussy pulsing and gushing around him in hot, slick waves— he doesn’t stop. Just keeps fucking you through it, slow and deep, finger still working lazy circles on your oversensitive clit until you’re whimpering, oversensitive and boneless in his hold.
“Thaaat’s my girl,” he murmurs, lips pressed to your sweaty hairline. “So good haah… so fuckin’ perfect… daddy’s not done with you yet, though.”
He grinds in deep n holds it there and lets you feel every thick, throbbing inch while your aftershocks ripple around him.
“Gonna keep you right here… nice n’ full… till you can’t remember what a hard day even feels like.”
Toji doesn’t let you come down, not even a little.
The second your body stops trembling from that first shattering orgasm, he’s already moving. His strong arms scooping under your thighs, flipping your boneless, fucked-out frame like you weigh nothing. Your back hits the couch cushions with a soft whump, legs splayed wide, stockings still clinging to your thighs like a second skin, creamy lace tops now wrinkled and damp from sweat and slick.
He looms over you instantly, his big, broad, sweat-slick chest heaving, scarred lips parted on heavy breaths. Those moss-green eyes lock onto yours, dark and molten, drinking in every dazed little detail: the way your lashes are clumped with tears, the drool still shining on your chin, the way your lips stay parted like you forgot how to close them.
“Fuck… there’s my pretty girl,” he rasps, voice wrecked and reverent all at once. “Been dyin’ to see this face up close while I ruin you.”
His hands are everywhere now gentle but greedy. First he reaches for the crumpled white shirt still half-tucked into your skirt, buttons long since popped open in the haze. He doesn’t bother with finesse; just rips the rest of it apart with a low growl, fabric tearing softly until it falls away in useless scraps.
Then the bra, that annoying little thing, black lace that’s been digging into your ribs all day. He hooks two thick fingers under the front band and yanks, hooks snapping like they’re nothing. Your heavy tits spill free all soft n full, nipples already pebbled tight from the cool air and the way he’s been starin’ at em.
Toji groans deep in his chest, like the sight punched the air right out of him.
“Goddamn… look at these,” he murmurs, palms sliding up your ribs to cup them rougher, his thumbs brushing slow, teasing circles over the sensitive peaks until you arch and whimper. “So fuckin’ perfect… been bouncin’ under that shirt all day, huh? My poor baby hidin’ these from me.”
He leans down, scarred mouth latching onto one nipple— hot & wet. Suction that makes your back bow off the couch. Tongue flicks, teeth graze just enough to sting, then soothe with slow, lazy licks until you’re squirming, thighs trying to close around his hips.
But he’s not having that.
Toji hooks your knees over the crooks of his elbows and lifts, folds you in half in one smooth motion until your ankles are up by your ears, pussy presented open and dripping right in front of his face.
The mating press is oh so filthy-sweet intimacy and devastating. Your tits squish against your chest, tummy soft and rounded from the way he’s got you bent, skirt still bunched uselessly around your waist like a belt.
He stares down at where you’re stretched around nothing, your puffy, glossy folds glistening, clit swollen and throbbing from his earlier attention. A thick bead of your own cream slides down toward your ass and he catches it with the pad of his thumb, smears it back up over your entrance like he’s painting you.
“Fuck… she’s still soakin’,” he breathes, almost to himself. “Still hungry for more, huh, mama?”
You nod— small n frantic your pretty eyes glassed over and locked on his face because he told you to look at him and you’re too far gone to disobey.
Toji lines himself up again fat, flushed head nudging your sappy little hole, already leaking thick strings of pre that drip down your folds and mix with your own mess. He doesn’t push in right away. Just lets the blunt tip kiss your entrance, lets you feel the heat, the stretch starting before he’s even inside.
“Eyes on me, babygirl,” he coos, voice soft but commanding. “Wanna see every little thing that happens to this pretty face when daddy slides back in.”
You whimper high n needy, your small fingers scrabbling at his forearms where they cage you in.
He sinks in slow— sooo slow —watching your expression the whole time. Your brows pinch, mouth falls open on a silent gasp, eyes fluttering like you’re about to pass out from how good it feels. Inch after thick inch disappears inside you until his hips are flush to your ass again, balls pressed tight against your skin, pubic bone grinding right over your clit.
The bulge is immediately there stretching you from the inside where his thick cock rests, unmistakably. Right there under your navel, a perfect outline of it pressing up against the soft skin of your tummy. Toji’s eyes darken, pupils blown wide.
“Fuck… there it is,” he groans, one big hand sliding down to palm the swell. “Feel that, pretty? Feel how deep daddy is? Stretchin’ this tight little pussy all the way up… makin’ her take every fuckin’ inch.”
He rocks into you, it's just tiny, shallow thrusts at first like he's all but lazily doing it on purpose, but enough to make the bulge shift under his palm, enough to make you sob softly every time the fat head drags over that spot inside that makes your toes curl.
“Look at her… sappy n’ glossed n’ grippin’ me like she never wants me to leave.” His thumb traces the outline again slow, possessive circles that match the lazy grind of his hips. “So fuckin’ tight… so creamy… gonna paint this tummy from the inside, baby. Gonna fill you up till you’re leakin’ me for days.”
You can’t speak— can only mewl his name, tears slipping down your temples, hands clutching at his wrists like they’re the only thing keeping you tethered. Your pussy flutters helplessly around him, squeezing hard and pulsing, trying to pull him deeper even though he’s already buried to the hilt.
Toji leans down, his forehead pressing to yours, noses brushing, breaths mingling in hot little pants.
“My good girl… my sweet, tired, perfect lil princess,” he whispers, lips ghosting over yours. “Gonna cum inside you now… gonna flood this pretty cunt till she’s overflowin’. You ready for daddy’s load, mama? Ready to feel me deep?”
You nod frantically and desperate— clit throbbing against his pelvis, walls spasming every time he grinds in that perfect little circle.
He kisses you then, slow n filthy, his tongue sliding against yours while his hips finally pick up speed. Not brutal, still controlled thrusts that still fucks in deep, enough to make the wet slap slap slap echo again, enough to make your tits bounce with every thrust, enough to make that bulge shift and press harder under his palm.
“Fuck— here it comes,” he growls against your mouth. “Gonna— ngh— fill you up, baby… take it all… take every thick drop…”
His cock throbs painful and swells inside you deliciously then pulses hard, hot ropes of cum erupting deep inside you, painting your walls, flooding your womb until you can feel the warmth spreading, until it’s too much and it starts to leak out around his shaft in creamy white rivulets.
Toji doesn’t pull out.
Just stays buried, grinding in slow, lazy circles, your cunt milking every last spurt while his hand stays splayed over your tummy, feeling the way you flutter and clench around the mess he’s made.
“Thaaat’s it… good girl… so full now, huh?” He kisses your forehead, your cheeks, the corner of your slack maw soft, gentle, adoring. “My pretty baby… all relaxed n’ stuffed… no more hard day, yeah? Just daddy’s cum keepin’ you warm.”
He stays like that, his cock softening inside you but still thick enough to plug every drop in, arms wrapping around your folded body, holding you close while your breathing slowly evens out.
“Sleep now, mama,” he murmurs into your hair, lips brushing your temple. “Daddy’s got you… ain’t lettin’ go.”
And for the first time all day, you finally feel like you can breathe.
Toji doesn’t pull out— not even an inch.
He stays buried deep, cock still thick and heavy inside you even as it softens just enough to let the warmth of his cum settle, thick and sticky, painting every fluttery inch of your walls.
Your legs are still hooked over his elbows in that filthy-sweet mating press, knees pressed to your tits, body folded small and open beneath his massive frame. The couch creaks softly under the combined weight of you both, leather warm and slick from sweat and everything else you’ve already spilled.
His big hands slide from your tummy— where he was just feeling that perfect little bulge he made— to cradle the sides of your face instead. Thumbs brush away the last shiny trails of tears and drool, gentle in a way that makes your chest ache even sweeter than the stretch ever did.
He leans in slow, nose brushing yours first, then lips ghosting over your cheek, your jaw, until he finds the soft, sensitive skin right under your ear.
“Mmm… missed you, pretty girl,” he murmurs, voice low and rough like he’s confessing a secret. Hot breath fans over your neck, making you shiver even though your whole body feels like molten honey right now. “All fuckin’ day… thinkin’ about my baby comin’ home lookin’ like that. Tired. Needy. All mine.”
His scarred lips press there, soft at first, just a warm, lingering kiss. Then another. And another. Open-mouthed now, slow drags of his tongue tasting the salt on your skin, the faint trace of your perfume still clinging under the sex and sweat. He sucks gently, not bruising, just enough to pull a tiny whimper from your slack mouth, then soothes it with a flat, lazy lick.
“Missed this neck,” he breathes against it, nuzzling deeper, nose dragging along the curve until he’s buried in the crook where your pulse hammers wild and fast. “Missed the way you smell when you’re all worked up… missed hearin’ these little sounds you make when I kiss right… here.”
Another soft mwah— loud and deliberate, playful almost, the way he always gets when he’s feeling extra soft after wrecking you. His hips give the tiniest rock, just a shallow grind, stirring his cum inside you without really thrusting— enough to make your pussy flutter weakly around him, enough to draw a low, pleased groan from deep in his chest.
“Fuck… happy you’re home, mama,” he whispers, lips trailing higher now, kissing along your jawline, the corner of your mouth, then finally catching your lips in something slow and deep and syrupy.
Tongue slides against yours lazy, tasting the remnants of your earlier drool, the faint salt of your tears. He kisses you like he’s drinking you in like he’s been starving for it.
When he pulls back just enough to breathe, his forehead rests heavy against yours, eyes half-lidded and moss-green and so fucking soft it almost hurts to look at.
“Been waitin’ all day to do this,” he says quietly, one hand slipping back down to palm your tummy again, gentler this time, thumb tracing lazy circles over the faint swell where he’s still plugged inside you. “Just… hold my girl. Feel her all warm n’ full n’ relaxed. No more bullshit emails, no more assholes at your desk. Just you n’ me… right here.”
You manage a tiny, wrecked sound— half sob, half sigh —turning your face into his palm when he cups your cheek again.
Toji kisses your temple, soft and lingering.
“Shhh… I know, baby. I know it was hard. But you’re home now. Daddy’s got you.” Another kiss to your neck, right over your racing pulse. “Gonna keep you right here… nice n’ cozy… till you fall asleep with me still inside. No rush. No nothin’. Just us.”
His free hand finds yours, fingers lacing tight, thumb rubbing slow over your knuckles like he’s memorizing the shape of them.
“Missed you so goddamn much,” he repeats, quieter this time, almost like he’s talking to himself. Lips brush your ear again, voice dropping to that gravelly whisper that always makes your insides melt. “My pretty lil office princess… comin’ home to me lookin’ like sin n’ exhaustion all wrapped up in one. Fuck… makes me wanna keep you in bed for days. Spoil you. Fuck you slow. Feed you. Hold you till you forget what the outside world even is.”
He rocks, just the tiniest bit again— enough to make you gasp softly, enough to make a fresh trickle of his cum leak out around his base and drip warm down your ass.
“See that?” he murmurs, smirking just a little against your neck. “Still leakin’ me… good. Means you’re keepin’ daddy nice n’ warm inside. Gonna stay like this a while, yeah? Let it all soak in… let you feel how much I missed fillin’ you up.”
Another string of kisses, across your neck, collarbone, the soft swell of one tit— each one slower than the last, each one saying I’m here, I’ve got you, you’re safe, you’re loved without needing words.
He finally eases your legs down from where they were folded— careful, gentle —until they’re draped loose around his waist instead. Still connected. Still full. But now he can wrap both arms around you proper— big, scarred hands splaying over your back, pulling you flush to his chest so your heartbeat thumps right against his.
“Sleep if you want, babygirl,” he whispers into your hair, lips pressing one last mwah to your forehead. “Or just stay right here… listenin’ to my heart. Feelin’ mine beat for you. Either way… you ain’t goin’ nowhere tonight.”
He nuzzles closer, nose in your hair, arms tightening like he never wants to let go.
“Welcome home, pretty… daddy missed his girl so fuckin’ much.”
And in the quiet that follows— just the soft sound of your breathing syncing up, the faint wet pulse of where you’re still joined, the steady thud of his heart under your cheek, you finally let the last of the day slip away.
The taste of Caleb becomes an addiction faster than you care to admit.
It’s been days since he fucked you in the kitchen, and you’ve been a fucking fiend about it ever since.
You corner him in hallways, climb onto his lap during movies, press your ass against his crotch while he’s doing dishes just to hear him hiss.
You’ve memorized every sound he makes, every twitch, every time his breath catches and his cock gets so hard you can feel it through his jeans.
And he indulges you. God, does he indulge you.
His fingers work you open until you’re begging, his tongue drags along your slit until your thighs shake. He fucks your ass with that perfect cock of his while his fingers pump in and out of your cunt, curling just right to make you scream. He lets you ride his face until you’re drooling on yourself, lets you suck him off until your jaw aches.
But he will not fuck your pussy.
“You’re not ready,” he says, voice strained, sweat beading on his forehead as he holds himself back.
“You’re full of shit,” you tell him, grinding your slick cunt against his cock, the head of him nestled perfectly against your entrance but never pushing in. “I’m so wet it’s dripping down my thighs. How much more ready do I need to be?”
“It’s your first time,” he insists, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks. “I’m not taking that from you on a kitchen counter after you’ve had two orgasms.”
“So what, then? When?”
“Patience, Pips.”
You fucking hate that word.
Patience.
Like you’re a child. Like the way you rock your hips against his isn’t driving him as insane as it’s driving you.
It becomes a game. A stupid, infuriating game where you try everything and he gives you everything except the one thing you actually want.
You wake him up with your mouth around his cock. You bend over the coffee table with your ass in the air and your cunt dripping. You suck his fingers clean after he’s had them buried inside you and look him dead in the eye while you do it.
And Caleb, the fucking bastard, just smiles. That smug, condescending smile that says he knows exactly what you’re doing and he’s not falling for it.
“I can see your pussy, you know,” he says one night, his voice low as you ride his thigh, your panties shoved to the side. “All slick and pink and desperate.” His thumb circles your clit, and you whimper, your hips stuttering. “You want my cock that badly?”
“Please,” you gasp, because dignity is a luxury you can’t afford right now. “Please, Caleb, I need it.”
“Mm.” His thumb presses harder, and your vision blurs. “I think you need to come first. Look at you, you’re fucking trembling.”
You hate that he’s right. You hate that he can make you cum with one finger, one word, one look, and still leave you wanting more. He watches you fall apart on his thigh, his hand between your legs, and then pulls you into his lap and kisses you like you haven’t just been begging him to ruin you.
“You’re a tease,” you accuse, your voice raw.
“I’m keeping you from doing something you’ll regret,” he says, and there’s something in his eyes, something serious under all that smugness that makes your chest ache.
“But I won’t regret it. I want you.”
“I know.” He brushes your hair back, tucks it behind your ear. “But there’s a difference between wanting something and being ready for it.”
You call bullshit. You call it a lot, actually, usually while you’re rubbing your cunt against his cock through his boxers and he’s groaning into your neck like he’s the one being tortured.
Just yesterday, you thought you had him.
You’d gotten him worked up enough that his control was fraying, his kisses turning desperate, his hands rough as they dragged your panties down. He had you bent over the arm of the couch, his cock nudging against your ass, and you reached back and grabbed his cock and dragged it down, down, until the head was pressing against your pussy instead.
He froze. You felt him twitch against your entrance, hot and hard and so fucking close.
“Pips,” he warned, his voice breaking.
“Please,” you whispered, and you meant it. You meant it with every cell in your body. “I want you. I want all of you.”
For one beautiful, terrible second, you thought he’d give in. His hips shifted forward, just a fraction, and you felt the blunt pressure of him starting to push in—
And then he pulled away. Pulled his cock out of your hand, flipped you over, and fucked your ass so hard you couldn’t think straight, his fingers working your clit until you came so violently you saw stars.
Afterward, you lay boneless on the couch, his cum leaking out of your ass, and you wanted to cry. Not because it wasn’t good. It was, it’s always good with Caleb, but because it wasn’t enough. Not anymore.
“I hate you,” you mumbled into the cushion.
He laughed, low and warm, and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “No, you don’t.”
You don’t. That’s the problem.
It’s two in the morning, and you’re lying in bed with your hand between your legs, thinking about his cock and how badly you want it inside you.
Not in your mouth, not in your ass. In your pussy, where you were built to take him. You’re so wet your fingers slide easily, and you fuck yourself thinking about him, about how it would feel to have him filling you completely, stretching you open, making you his in every possible way.
You cum with his name on your lips, and it’s not enough. It’s never enough.
That’s when the idea hits you. It’s stupid and petty and exactly the kind of thing that would make Caleb’s eye twitch, which is how you know it’s perfect.
Tomorrow, you’re going grocery shopping with him. And you’re going to buy every single condom in the store.
Grocery shopping with Caleb is usually boring as shit.
He has a list. He follows the list. He compares unit prices. You trail behind him rolling your eyes and sneaking candy bars into the cart when he’s not looking.
Today is different. Today, you have a mission.
“Can you grab the eggs?” Caleb asks, already halfway down the dairy aisle, not bothering to look back because he knows you’re following him. He always knows.
“On it,” you chirp, and wait exactly three seconds after he turns the corner before beelining for the family planning section.
The condom display is glorious. Row after row of colorful boxes, each one promising something new and exciting.
Extra thin. Ribbed for her pleasure. Studded. Glow-in-the-dark, which is objectively hilarious.
You grab one of each. Then you grab two of some, because why the fuck not. Your arms are full of condoms, and you’re grinning like a maniac.
Back to the cart. Caleb is still in dairy, probably agonizing over the difference between 2% and whole milk. You dump the condoms into the cart, burying them under a bag of apples and the box of cereal he always buys. Perfect.
You meet him at the end of the aisle, all innocence. “Got the eggs,” you say, holding up the carton.
“Thanks.” He doesn’t even glance at the cart. You could have put a live chicken in there and he wouldn’t notice.
Three more aisles. Three more chances to add to your collection.
Flavored condoms. Magnum XL, which makes you snort because Caleb is big but he’s not that big. (Maybe if he was a wolf, then maybe…) Ultra-sensitive. The dotted ones that make you bite your lip just thinking about them.
It’s not until you’re in the frozen food section that Caleb finally looks down.
“What the fuck,” he says, very quietly.
You follow his gaze. The condoms are no longer hidden. They’ve shifted, risen to the surface like the world’s most embarrassing iceberg. A rainbow of prophylactics, at least fifteen different varieties, sitting proudly among the broccoli and bread.
“Oops,” you say, not sorry at all.
Caleb’s face does something complicated. His eyebrows try to climb off his forehead. His mouth opens, closes, opens again. “Pips,” he manages. “What the actual fuck.”
“I’m being proactive,” you inform him. “Birth control is important, Caleb. Gran would be proud of my responsible choices.”
“Gran would have a stroke.”
“Then it’s good she’s not here.” You pat his arm. “Don’t worry, I got the glow-in-the-dark ones. For special occasions.”
He looks like he wants to strangle you. Also like he wants to laugh, which is worse, because if he laughs you’ve won and he knows it. So he doesn’t laugh. He just reaches into the cart and starts grabbing condom boxes, presumably to put them back.
You grab his wrist. “Nope.”
“Pips—“
“Nope.” You hold his gaze, your fingers tight around his wrist. “I want them. We’re buying them.”
“We don’t need fifteen different kinds of—“
“We might.” You lean closer. “I want to try them all. On you. With you. In me.” Your voice drops. “I want to know what every single one of these feels like when you’re fucking me, Caleb. So we’re buying them.”
His breath catches. You see it. The flash in his eyes, the way his jaw tightens.
He wants it too.
He wants it so badly it’s eating him alive, and the fact that he won’t give in just makes you want to break him more.
“Fine,” he says through gritted teeth. “Fine. But you’re carrying the bag.”
You beam. “Deal.”
The checkout line is where things get truly beautiful. The cashier is a college-aged kid with a nose ring and the tired expression of someone who’s rung up too many awkward purchases today. Caleb stands behind you, radiating discomfort, while you unload the cart.
First the normal stuff. Eggs, milk, cereal. The cashier scans them mechanically.
Then the condoms start.
The first box gets a raised eyebrow. The second gets a flick of the eyes toward Caleb, then back to you. By the fifth box, the cashier’s face has settled into a mask of professional neutrality that doesn’t quite hide the fact that they are absolutely judging you.
Caleb has gone very still behind you. You can feel the heat of his embarrassment like a physical thing.
“Having a party?” the cashier asks, their voice carefully neutral.
“Something like that,” you reply cheerfully.
The glow-in-the-dark condoms are what break them. The cashier holds the box for a beat too long, their mouth twitching.
“That’ll be one-forty-two,” they say finally, and you hand over Caleb’s card because of course you brought his wallet.
While the cashier is bagging, you turn to Caleb. His face is a masterpiece of controlled humiliation, his ears bright red, his eyes fixed on a point somewhere above your head.
You can’t resist. You really, really can’t.
You grab his face with both hands, pull him down, and kiss him square on the mouth. It’s not a chaste kiss. It’s wet and open and you make sure the cashier gets a full view of your tongue. Then you pull back, beaming, and announce loud enough for the elderly couple in the next lane to hear.
“You’re the best big brother ever!”
The cashier drops your receipt.
Caleb makes a sound like a wounded animal. His hand finds your waist, fingers digging in hard enough that you’ll have bruises tomorrow, and he steers you toward the exit without another word.
The walk to the car is conducted in a silence so thick you could swim in it. Caleb loads the groceries, each bag placed in the trunk with deliberate care. You bounce on your toes beside the passenger door, buzzing with the high of successful chaos.
He doesn’t look at you. Not once.
The drive home is eleven minutes of pure, exquisite tension. Caleb’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel. His jaw is clenched so tight you can see the muscle jumping. The radio is off. The windows are up. The only sound is the hum of the engine and your own heartbeat, loud in your ears.
You drum your fingers on your thigh and wait.
He pulls into the driveway, cuts the engine, and sits there for a long moment. You can practically see the thoughts moving behind his eyes, calculations and restraint and something darker, something that makes your stomach flip.
“Get inside,” he says finally, his voice quiet. “Now.”
You get inside. You’re already running.
The plastic bags hit the kitchen floor with a wet thud. Eggs, probably. You hope they’re eggs. You hope they’re all eggs, and the milk, and everything fragile, because the sound of Caleb’s rage manifesting as grocery destruction is the most beautiful thing you’ve heard all day.
You’re already in your room, door half-closed, heart hammering with the specific thrill of knowing you’re about to get exactly what you want and it’s going to hurt.
He finds you in three strides. The door swings open and Caleb fills the frame, his chest heaving, his eyes that specific shade of dark purple that means you’ve pushed him past the point of pretending.
The plastic bag dangles from his fist. The condom bag, because of course he separated them.
“Having fun?” he asks. His voice is dangerously soft.
You’re sitting cross-legged on your bed, trying and failing to look innocent. “Immensely.”
He upends the bag over your head.
Condoms rain down on you. Boxes and foil packets, a colorful avalanche of protection that bounce off your shoulders and scatter across your comforter. You throw your head back and laugh, loud and genuine, because it’s hilarious and you’re high on the power of having finally, finally cracked him.
Caleb is notlaughing.
He stands at the foot of your bed, arms crossed, watching you with an expression that should scare you but just makes your cunt clench.
His jaw is set. His eyes are narrowed. He looks like he wants to devour you, and the thought makes your mouth go dry.
“You humiliated me,” he says.
“Yep.” You pop the ‘p,’ grinning.
“In public.”
“Very public. There were witnesses.”
“You called me your brother while you fucking tongue-kissed me in front of a cashier.”
“I did.” You pick up a box of ribbed condoms, turning it over in your hands. “And you know what? I’d do it again. I’ll do it tomorrow. I’ll do it every day until you stop being a coward and fuck me like you mean it.”
Something shifts in his face. His expression doesn’t change, not exactly, but the air between you gets thicker.
“You think this is funny,” he says. Not a question.
“I think you’re funny.” You toss the condom box at him. It bounces off his chest. “All that big talk about keeping me safe, and you’re scared of a little pussy.”
That does it. That’s the line.
Caleb moves so fast you don’t have time to react. One second he’s at the foot of the bed, the next his hands are on your waistband, yanking your pants down your legs with a single brutal pull. Your underwear goes with them, caught in the fabric, leaving you bare from the waist down. Cool air hits your cunt and your nipples harden instantly.
“Caleb—“
“Shut up.” His voice is clipped. “You don’t get to talk right now.”
He grabs your ankles. Not gently. His fingers dig into the soft skin above your Achilles tendon as he pushes your legs up, back, until your knees are by your ears and your pussy is on obscene display.
You’re already wet because of course you are. You’ve been wet since the grocery store, and the position stretches you open, your inner lips parting to reveal the slick pink inside.
You try to lower your legs. You really do. You strain against his grip, because that’s what you do, you push and you test and you see how far you can go.
Caleb’s eyes flash. “I told you to stay.”
The gravity in the room shifts. Your legs feel suddenly, impossibly heavy, locked in place by an invisible force that you can’t fight. His evol.
“Fuck you,” you gasp, because you have to say something, and those are the only words your brain can produce when your cunt is exposed and Caleb is looking at you like he’s deciding how to break you.
“Maybe later.” His hand comes down on your inner thigh and a sharp, stinging slap makes you yelp. Then another, on the other thigh, his palm connecting with a crack that echoes in your bedroom.
He works methodically, alternating sides, each slap landing a little higher until his hand is cupping your pussy and the next slap lands directly on your clit.
You scream. The pain is bright and immediate, a white-hot flash that melts instantly into a throbbing heat that radiates through your entire pelvis.
He does it again, and again, his hand coming down on your exposed cunt until you’re writhing against the gravity hold, your thighs flushed red, your pussy swollen and sensitive and so fucking wet it’s dripping down to your ass.
“Still think this is funny?” Caleb asks. His voice is calm now. Controlled. The anger has burned down to something hotter and more focused. This must be what Colonel Caleb’s men experience everyday on the fleet.
You shake your head, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Your pussy throbs with each heartbeat, the sting of his palm lingering on your oversensitized flesh.
“Good.” He reaches for one of the condom boxes on the bed, the normal ones, the plain blue package. He tears it open with his teeth, the foil ripping, and pulls out a single condom. The latex is pale and almost translucent in the dim light of your bedroom.
“Open your mouth.”
You do. Your lips part, and Caleb places the condom on your tongue. It tastes like nothing, a faint rubbery bitterness, and you keep your mouth open as he works his cock free from his jeans.
He’s hard. Fully, achingly hard, his cock jutting up from a thatch of dark hair, the head flushed and leaking.
He strokes himself once, twice, his eyes never leaving yours, and then he’s pushing forward, the tip of his cock pressing against the condom on your lips.
“Keep it there,” he instructs, and then he’s pushing into your mouth, the latex sheathing his cock as he feeds himself between your lips.
The condom tastes strange, slick with the lubricant, and you suck instinctively, your tongue working along the underside as he pushes deeper.
He bottoms out, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, and you gag slightly. Caleb holds there, his hand fisted in your hair, and you can feel every vein, every ridge of him through the thin latex. He pulls back slowly, the condom catching on your lower lip, and then pushes in again, establishing a rhythm that has your jaw aching and your pussy clenching around nothing.
“Such a good mouth,” he murmurs, and the condescension in his voice pissing you off but it makes you wetter, too. “You take it so well. Always so eager.”
He pulls out completely, the condom glistening with your saliva, and then he’s moving down. His cock, still sheathed, drags along your inner thigh, leaving a wet trail, and then the head of him is pressing against your pussy.
You whimper. The latex is cool against your overheated flesh, the contrast making you shiver. Caleb rubs the tip of his condom-covered cock along your slit, gathering your wetness, teasing your entrance without pushing in.
“Look at you,” he says, his voice low and rough. “So fucking desperate. This what you wanted? All those condoms? This what you had in mind when you made that cashier want to die?”
You nod frantically, beyond words, your hips trying to chase his cock. The gravity hold keeps your legs pinned, but your lower body can still move, and you rock against him, seeking friction, seeking more.
Caleb smiles. It’s not a nice smile. It’s the Colonel’s smile.
“Beg,” he says.
“Please,” you gasp, the word tearing out of you without thought or dignity. “Please, Caleb, please fuck me, I need it, I’ve needed it for so long, please—“
He shoves his cock into your cunt without warning.
The stretch is immediate and blinding. Your body, which has been begging for this for weeks, still isn’t prepared for the reality of him. The thick, insistent pressure of Caleb’s cock pushing into you, stretching you open in a way that’s nothing like his fingers, nothing like anything you’ve felt before. The condom is there, a thin barrier that somehow makes everything more intense, the latex catching on your inner walls as he pushes deeper.
“Fuck,” Caleb groans, his head dropping forward. His hands are shaking where they grip your thighs. “Fuck, Pips, you’re so tight—“
You can’t speak. Your mouth is open but no sound comes out, just a ragged breath that might be a sob or might be the most intense pleasure of your life.
He’s so big, so fucking big, and your cunt is clenching around him in pulses, your body trying to adjust to the invasion. You regret even thinking he wouldn’t fit the XL Magnums.
“Breathe,” Caleb says, his voice strained. “Breathe through it. You’re doing so well.”
You breathe. You focus on the sensation of him inside you, the fullness, the stretch, the way your body is slowly, reluctantly accepting him. He rocks his hips, pushing another inch deeper, and you whimper.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and the praise goes straight to your clit. “That’s it. Take it.”
His hand slides up your stomach, pressing flat against your lower abdomen. The pressure is firm and deliberate, and when he pushes down you feel his cock shift inside you, the head rubbing against a spot that makes your vision go white.
“There,” he says, watching your face. “Right there. You feel that?”
You nod frantically, beyond words.
He keeps his hand there, pressing down, and starts to move. Short, careful strokes at first, just enough to make you gasp, and then deeper, each thrust pushing his cock against that spot from the inside while his hand presses from the outside. Your orgasm builds faster than you thought possible, a tight coil of pleasure winding from your cunt up through your belly.
“Caleb,” you gasp. “I’m going to—“
“Cum,” he says, and it’s not a suggestion.
Your orgasm hits like a freight train. Your cunt clenches around his cock in rhythmic pulses, each one squeezing him tighter, and you’re crying out, your back arching off the bed as pleasure tears through you. The gravity hold on your legs falters for a second. Caleb’s control is slipping and your thighs drop toward his shoulders, changing the angle so his cock drives even deeper.
That’s all it takes for him. You feel him stiffen, his hips jerking forward as he buries himself to the hilt, and then he’s cumming, his release pulsing into the condom deep inside you. You can’t feel the wet heat of it since the latex contains everything. But you can feel the throb of his cock, each pulse matched by the clench of your own orgasm, and it’s enough to drag a second climax from you, smaller but no less intense.
For a long moment, neither of you move. Your legs are trembling. Your cunt is throbbing around his still-hard cock. Caleb’s forehead is pressed to yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps that warm your skin.
Then he pulls out carefully, and the emptiness is immediate and aching. The condom is bulging with his cum, and you watch, fascinated, as he ties it off.
“Open,” he says, holding the tied condom in front of your mouth.
You open. He places it on your tongue, warm, heavy, the latex slick with his release. And your mouth fills with the bitter-rubber taste. “Hold it,” he instructs. “Don’t swallow. Don’t spit it out.”
You nod, the condom a strange, weighted presence in your mouth.
Caleb reaches for another box.
The ribbed ones. He tears it open with his teeth again, his eyes never leaving yours as he rolls the new condom down his cock. The ribs are visible through the latex, raised ridges that circle the shaft, and your cunt clenches at the sight.
“Turn over,” he says. “On your hands and knees.”
You scramble to comply, the condom still in your mouth, your body humming with aftershocks. The mattress dips as Caleb kneels behind you, his hands on your hips, and then you feel it again. The weightlessness as your arms are suddenly impossibly heavy. The gravity evol again, locking your hands behind your back, forcing your chest down toward the mattress.
“Arch your back,” Caleb says, and his hand slides down your spine, pressing between your shoulder blades until your ass is up and your face is nearly in the pillow. “Better.”
The head of his cock presses against your entrance, still slick from your first round, and then he’s pushing in.
The ribbed condom changes everything. Each ridge catches on your inner walls, dragging against your g-spot with every thrust, creating a sensation that’s so intense it borders on painful. You moan around the condom in your mouth, the sound muffled and desperate.
“Fuck,” Caleb hisses, his grip on your hips tightening. “Your pussy was made for this. Made for my cock.”
He pulls out almost completely, then slams back in, the ribs creating a friction that makes you see stars. “Look at you. Taking it like you were born for it. Should have fucked you sooner—would have saved us both a lot of trouble.”
His hand finds your hair, yanking your head back. “Spit it out.”
You let the condom fall from your mouth onto the bed, a wet, pathetic little packet, and Caleb shoves two fingers between your lips.
“Suck,” he orders, and you do, your tongue working between his digits, coating them with saliva. He pulls them out dripping, and you watch, dazed, as he brings them to your clit.
The wet fingers circle your oversensitized bud, and you jerk, a broken sound tearing from your throat.
“Messy girl,” Caleb murmurs, and the condescension is thick in his voice. “Drooling all over yourself. Can’t even keep your mouth closed.”
He fucks you harder, each thrust driving the ribbed condom against your g-spot, his fingers working your clit in tight circles. Your arms are still locked behind you by his gravity, your body completely at his mercy, and the helplessness of it pushes you toward another peak.
“Caleb,” you gasp. “I’m close, I’m so close—“
“Then cum,” he says, and his voice has that edge, that possessiveness that turns your brain to static. “Cum on my cock. Show me what this pretty pussy can do.”
He reaches deeper than before, deeper than should be possible, and the head of his cock rams against your cervix. Your body seizes, your cunt clamping down hard, and then you’re cumming harder than before. Your inner walls are spasming around his cock as something hot and uncontrollable gushes from you.
You’re squirting.
Actually fucking squirting again, the fluid soaking the sheets beneath you, your thighs, Caleb’s hand where it’s pressed against your clit. Your face pressed into the pillow as your body empties itself around Caleb’s pounding cock.
He groans above you, his rhythm faltering as your cunt milks him through his second orgasm. You can feel the pulse of him through the condom, the ribs catching on your sensitive walls with each throb, and it drags another smaller climax from you, your body trembling with the effort.
“Fuck,” Caleb breathes, his hips still working gently against your ass. “Look what you did. Soaked the fucking bed.”
You can’t respond. You can’t do anything except lie there, wrecked, as your heartbeat slowly returns to something resembling normal.
Caleb pulls out, and the emptiness is even more acute this time. You hear the soft snap of the condom being removed, tied, discarded. Then his hand is on your hip, turning you.
“On your side,” he says. “Catch your breath.”
You roll onto your side, your legs shaking, your cunt throbbing, and watch as Caleb goes back to the pile of condoms.
He’s not done. Not even close.
Your lungs feel like they’ve been through a war. Each breath comes ragged and shallow, your chest rising and falling against the rumpled sheets. Your cunt is so sensitive that the air against it feels like a touch, and you’re aware, distantly, of the wet spot beneath you.
Caleb stands at the foot of the bed, naked and magnificent, surveying the remaining condoms. His cock is still hard. The bastard could probably go all night. But there’s a thin sheen of sweat on his chest that catches the low light from your bedroom lamp.
He picks up the ultra-thin box. The packaging is sleek, black, promising sensation so close to skin you won’t know the difference.
“We’ll see about that,” Caleb murmurs, and you’re not sure if he’s talking to you or to the condom.
He tears it open, rolls it down his length with one smooth motion, and then he’s on the bed beside you. His hand finds your hip, turning you fully onto your side, and then he’s lifting your top leg, draping it over his shoulder with a gentleness that feels obscene after the way he just fucked you.
His hand grips your thigh, fingers splaying across the sensitive inner skin, and he leans forward. The head of his cock presses against your entrance. Slick, swollen, still dripping from your previous rounds.
And he pushes in. Slowly. So fucking slowly you want to scream.
The ultra-thin condom lives up to its name. You can feel everything. Every ridge, every vein, the subtle flare of his cockhead as it parts your folds.
Your inner walls grip him like they’re trying to memorize the shape of him, and Caleb watches your face with dark, hungry eyes as he works himself deeper.
“Feel that?” he asks, his voice rough. “Every vein? Every fucking pulse?”
You nod, unable to speak, because he’s right. You can feel his heartbeat through the condom, the steady throb of his cock inside you transmitting sensation so vividly it might as well be skin on skin.
He’s three-quarters of the way in when he pauses. His hand reaches for your face, fingers brushing your lips. “The condom,” he says. “From earlier. Where is it?”
You glance down. The tied condom from your first round is lying on the bed beside your head, a sad, deflated thing. Caleb picks it up, holding it in front of your mouth.
“Open.”
You open. He rips the condom on your tongue, pouring the cum onto your tongue. It’s cold now, and your stomach turns. Before you can react, Caleb spits. Directly into your mouth, a warm glob of saliva landing on the cum and your tongue.
“Swallow it,” he says.
You gag. You try. Your throat works convulsively, and the coagulated cum goes down. Not easily, not gracefully, but it goes, dragging a trail of bitterness down your esophagus. You cough, eyes watering, and Caleb watches with that same infuriating smile.
“Good girl.”
Then he pulls out. Completely.
His cock slides free of your cunt with a wet sound that makes you whine, high and desperate, because the emptiness is unbearable. Your body clenches around nothing, your cunt pulsing with the loss of him.
“No,” you gasp. “Caleb, please—“
“Count,” he interrupts. His voice leaves no room for argument. “Each inch. Starting from one.”
The head of his cock presses against your entrance again. You feel it breach you, that first glorious stretch, and your voice comes out shaky. “One.”
He pushes deeper. Another inch, the condom catching on your inner walls. “Two.”
Your breath hitches. Your cunt is so sensitive that each new inch sends sparks racing up your spine. “Three.”
Caleb’s hand tightens on your thigh. His other hand braces against the headboard, giving him leverage as he works himself deeper. “Four.”
You’re whimpering now, your leg trembling where it’s hooked over his shoulder. The position opens you up completely, and you can feel every millimeter of his cock as it fills you. “Five.”
He’s more than halfway now, the thickest part of him stretching you in a way that borders on too much. Your inner walls flutter around him, trying to accommodate his size. “Six.”
Your voice breaks on “seven,” because that’s when the head of his cock hits your cervix, the pressure so intense your vision blurs.
Caleb holds there, his hips flush against your ass, and you can feel all of him, eight thick inches buried inside you, the condom stretched tight over his cock.
“Eight,” you whisper, and it comes out as a sob.
He rocks forward, just a fraction. The ultra-thin condom creates an illusion. It feels like he’s breaching you, like he’s pushing past your cervix into somewhere deeper. Your body responds as if it’s real, your cunt clenching in rhythmic pulses, your inner walls grasping at his cock like they’re trying to pull him deeper still.
“Fuck,” Caleb groans, his control clearly fraying. “You feel that? Feel how deep I am?”
You nod frantically, beyond words, your hips rolling against his in tiny, desperate movements. It’s the way he’s in you. Like he’s shoving past where he’s even supposed to fit, like that condom’s nothing but a fucking joke.
Your body doesn’t give a shit about rules. It only knows how full you are, how he’s splitting you open, how your cunt’s gripping him like it’s never letting go. The pleasure twists tight in your gut.
Caleb feels it. He always feels it. His hand slides down to your clit, circling once, twice, and that’s all it takes. You cum with a broken cry, your cunt clamping down hard around his cock, and the pulsing of your orgasm drags his release from him.
You can almost feel him cum. The ultra-thin condom transmits the throb of his cock, the way it swells and pulses as he empties himself, but there’s no warmth, no wet flood. Just his orgasm contained behind a barrier that’s thinner than a hair but might as well be a wall.
It’s maddening. It’s perfect.
You’re both panting, sweat-slick and trembling, and Caleb’s forehead drops to rest against your calf where it’s draped over his shoulder.
The only sound is your shared breathing, gradually slowing, and the soft rustle of the condom as Caleb carefully pulls out.
Your cunt feels used, stretched, wonderfully sore, and when you clench experimentally you can feel the residual ache of taking all eight inches of him.
You hope there’s a bruise. You hope you feel this tomorrow.
Caleb discards the condom somewhere off the side of the bed and collapses beside you, his arm thrown across your waist. His skin is hot against yours, his breath warming the back of your neck.
“That’s three,” he murmurs.
You turn your head to look at him. “Three what?”
“Three condoms.” His smile is lazy, satisfied, the anger from earlier completely burned away. “We’ve got what, a dozen left? Plus the glow-in-the-dark.”
He reaches over, fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Think you can handle it?”
synopsis : when your mom marries toji fushiguro and tries to make him your dad, you decided to make him your daddy. and all that dilf obsession finally has a taste of reality.
content warning : daddy kink • stepcest • teasing • seducing • p in v • breast play • creampie • breeding • age gap • obsession • mature readers only • 18+ • mdni. art by @/youka.i
read stepdad toji headcanons here
You’ve always been into older men.
like, it’s not even funny at this point. boys your age just… don’t hit the same. they talk too loud, smell like cheap cologne, and think two minutes of bean-flicking is character development.
meanwhile, when you see a guy with greying hair roll up his sleeves and suddenly your brain is buffering. you’ve scrolled enough “dilfcore” TikToks to know you’re beyond saving. you tried dating guys your age—total disasters. tried flirting with that older neighbor once? he just smiled politely, patted your head and told you to “study well.”
embarrassing doesn’t even begin to cover it.
you’d accepted it though. your life wasn’t meant to have a dilf arc. you’d just admire from afar and cry over fictional men with dad bods.
and then your mom went and got married. to him.
Toji freakin’ fushiguro.
like, what cosmic joke is this? this man looks like he could ruin a marriage just by existing and apparently, he did. six foot something of pure bad decision energy, broad shoulders, smug grin, voice that sounds like gravel in honey. he’s got that kind of presence that fills the whole room, and you can’t decide whether to scream or faint. kind of man every woman looks at once and thinks, "yeah, I’d risk it all."
and the best part? he’s now in your house. living, breathing, occasionally shirtless, miracle of a man. you’re convinced God has favorites, and it’s definitely not your mom. she doesn’t even like him that much, it’s all petty revenge after your dad’s affair. she married Toji just to get back at him. you almost respect her pettiness.
Toji, on the other hand? he’s clearly in it for the lifestyle. fancy house, expensive stuff, late mornings. you can’t even blame him. you’d marry your mom too if it meant lounging around in designer boxers.
but nothing stops your brain from short-circuiting every time he walks by. so, yeah. you’ve been trying to get closer. trying being the key word. like that time when you hovered near the kitchen doorway, pretending to need help opening a jar.
“Toji, could you—uh—open this for me?”
he looked up from his phone, sighed, and popped the lid open in one go. “there.”
and left. no smirk. no banter. nothing. you just stood there holding a jar of pickles, mentally screaming.
or when you “accidentally” dropped a pen near him while he was watching TV. you bent to grab it, slow, dramatic, perfect angle and he just turned the volume up. once, you even tried sitting next to him on the couch while your mom was out. the man got up mid-episode, muttered something about needing to fix a shelf, and disappeared for the rest of the evening.
It’s like he’s immune to you. or worse, he knows exactly what you’re doing and is choosing peace by pretending not to notice. you have fuckin' no idea what's even going on that stupidly attractive old man's head.
still, you don’t quit. never back down, never what?
so you linger when he’s in the kitchen, offer to “help” when he’s fixing something, steal glances every time he walks past in a towel. not that you’d admit that last part out loud.
your friends would never believe you anyway.
“your mom’s husband?” they’d whisper. "girl, what the hell?" you’d just shrug, sipping your iced coffee like, yeah, and what about it? they haven't seen him anyways. If they did, they would understand. right? because really—how are you supposed to live normally when your mom’s petty revenge husband looks like a walking sin?
but it ain’t working. that man hasn’t budged. not once. not at all responsive. It's hard to say if he's playing hard to get or he's just that oblivious. so naturally, you try another method, the oldest trick in the book, the one no man with functioning eyes could possibly resist.
slutty clothes.
you start with the little things. tiny shorts that should honestly be classified as underwear. tank tops that definitely weren’t made to contain. sometimes you skip the bra altogether, y’know, for “laundry reasons.” but of course, your grand plan doesn’t exactly go as intended.
Toji, the man himself, has the patience of Buddha and the awareness of a brick or it seems to be. the most you ever get from him is a furrowed brow and that annoyingly deep voice going—
“you’ll get cold walkin’ around like that.”
or
“don’t go outside dressed like that, it’s fine in the house.”
sir. be serious.
you’re trying to make him your daddy, not your dad. and yet somehow, every single thing he does only makes it worse. the way he talks, the way he moves around the house with his stupid broad back showing through that compression shirt, veins popping out when he opens a jar for your mom like it’s no big deal. the audacity.
you swear, if the universe had a sense of humor, this is it. you spend years daydreaming about dilfs, and now the real thing is just out here existing in your kitchen, using your favorite mug, scolding you about the air conditioner like he pays the bills.
It’s honestly infuriating. you’re trying to make him look at you, not act like your overprotective dad. so yeah, maybe you’ve started getting bolder.
brushing past him in the kitchen when there’s enough space not to. leaning a bit too close when you hand him something. “accidentally” losing your balance so your hand lands on his chest or arm, solid, warm, annoyingly steady. and for a while, he plays it cool. like nothing’s happening. like you’re just clumsy.
but lately, you’ve started catching little cracks, the twitch in his jaw, the way he clears his throat, how his eyes don’t quite know where to look when your tank top’s a bit too low. then it happens.
he’s in the kitchen way past midnight, fridge door open, drinking straight from the bottle. you walk in quietly, pretending to rummage through a cabinet looking around.
yeah, this is perfect, even though you're risking it all. you slide between him and the open fridge, the cold air hitting your bare thighs under that tiny sleep short. you bend a little, pretending to look inside. your ass presses firm against his crotch as you bend over, pretending to scan the bottom shelf.
that shameless man was wearing only a pair of boxers which you swear is see-through when looked at from specific angles. you feel the heat of his manhood through that piece of fabric.
you're just a girl. a girl who's obsessed with hunky older men, especially Toji fushiguro and the same man's cock is pressing up against your plump ass. a girl who's just so horny and wants to get dicked down for good.
you couldn't help but grind back slow, rolling your hips against the hardness of him. a low 'fuck" rumbles from his chest, vibrating through your spine. his hand grips on the door, but he doesn’t push you away. his hips snap forward, grinding that thick bulge right against your ass. you feel every ridge, every pulse through the thin fabric of your shorts.
“brat,” he growls, voice rough like gravel. “ya playin’ with shit you don’t understand.”
his hands clamp down hard on your hips, fingers digging in. you keep rolling your hips, slow and deliberate, feeling him get impossibly harder. his groan vibrates against your back, low and hungry. he matches your rhythm, thrusting against you coordinating with the delicious rolls of your hips.
Toji fushiguro lost it when your hands slide back, fingers digging into the waistband of your shorts before slipping under to spread your ass cheeks wide. thin cotton is all that separates you now, and you shove back hard, grinding that thick, pulsing bulge right against your slick heat.
"fuckin' desperate," he rasps, breath scalding your shoulder as his hips snap forward again. you feel the exact moment he snaps, a ragged inhale, the tremor in his grip, the low noise ripped from his throat and then his calloused palm cups your cunt firmly, fingers pressing hard against your clit through the soaked fabric. then he lifts you like you weigh nothing, one arm hooked under your thighs, the other bracing your back and slams you down onto the cold kitchen counter. bare thighs hit the marble, sharp and shocking. he steps between your legs, forcing them wider with his hips, his boxers tented obscenely.
the fridge hums in the silence. he yanks your shorts down your legs in one rough pull, the fabric tearing at the seams. cool air hits your exposed cunt, making you shiver. his thumb drags through your slick folds, spreading you open.
"look at ya," he rasps, thumb circling your clit slowly. "all leakin' from humping me like a damn bitch in heat."
his other hand fists in your hair, holding your head back. you gasp, arching off the counter. his thumb presses hard against your clit, making you jerk against the counter.
"do you even know what you're playing with, kid?" he rasps, eyes dropping to your bare cunt. "slutty little cunny... were you that desperate for a cock that you decided to hump on your stepdad?" his voice is thick, mocking, but his hips grind forward, the heat of him branding you through his boxers.
you whimper as his thumb grinds slow circles on your clit, your hips lifting off the cold counter. "mhhmm, Toji," you pant, voice thick with need. "you've been... ignoring me...."
his thumb stops circling. "fuck yes," he grunts, voice raw. "cause I ain't dumb." he leans down, his breath hot and heavy on your lips.
"think I don't see ya'? walkin' around in scraps of fabric? bendin' over just so?" his free hand slides up your inner thigh, rough calluses scraping your skin.
"why not, Toji?" you gasp, hips bucking against his stilled hand. "please... need you."
"fuckin' whore," he growls, the word thick with heat and insult. fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thigh. "you know that's not what you wanna call me... right?"
his eyes lock onto yours, intense and demanding. you can only nod frantically, the counter cold beneath your bare back, your cunt throbbing against his palm.
"say it," he commands, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. thumb presses down hard on your clit, a sharp, delicious pressure that makes your vision blur. "say it now, brat." his other hand tightens in your hair, pulling your head back further, forcing the word out.
"d...daddy," you whimper, the word thick and needy, echoing in the quiet kitchen. a dark, satisfied smirk twists his lips.
"whatcha want from daddy, huh?" he rasps, his voice rough velvet. your hips buck uselessly against his hand.
"wanna see it..." you pant, the admission raw and shameless.
"see what, brat?" he taunts, leaning closer, his breath hot on your face.
"daddy's cock..." you gasp, "please."
"that so?" low chuckle rumbles in his chest.
In one fluid motion, he shoves his boxers down his hips. his cock springs free, thick and heavy, already leaking, the angry red head glistening under the dim kitchen light. he wraps his fist around the base, giving it a slow, deliberate pump, the veins standing out starkly. he taps the swollen head firmly against your soaked cunt, smearing pre-cum over your clit and swollen lips.
"this what you've been teasin' for, baby?" he growls, rubbing the hot, slick tip in tight circles against your aching entrance. "fuck, you're soaked."
you couldn't believe it, but it’s finally happening. all that teasing and now he’s right here, too close, too real. you’ve imagined this a hundred times, but none of those daydreams hit like this.
this is it. this is what you’ve been waiting for. and god, the sheer size of him is making your cunt throb and dumb in the head.
"sooo big... daddy..." you gasp, arching your back off the cold counter, trying to fuck yourself on that thick head. your hands scramble at his hips, nails digging into his skin.
"In me... please... inside.." your voice is a high, desperate whine, every nerve ending screaming for him to fill you, to finally give you what you've been fantasizing about for weeks. you feel stretched just from the pressure of him against your entrance. his eyes, dark and predatory, rake over your face.
"who the fuck raised you to be such a whore, kid?" he rasps, his voice thick with a mix of disbelief and raw lust. he leans down, his lips brushing your ear. "shit... fuckin' wet yourself just waitin' for this, huh?"
his hips push forward slightly, the thick tip stretching your tight entrance, making you cry out.
"completely gone, aren't ya'?" he pulls back slightly, denying you that full penetration, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "come on... do it yourself... use daddy as much as you want."
your hand darts down, wrapping around the thick, hot length of him. It pulses violently in your grip, slick with your juices and his pre-cum. you pump him once, twice, the velvety skin sliding easily in your fist, before guiding him back to your entrance. you rub the swollen head firmly against your clit, grinding against it, a moan tearing from your throat as you feel the ridge catch against your sensitive nub. with a desperate gasp, you angle him down and shove his cockhead hard against your soaked opening, forcing it past the tight ring of muscle. you sink down onto the first few inches with a choked cry, the stretch burning beautifully. at the same time, his big paws come up roughly, kneading your tits through the sleep shirt, pinching your nipples hard through the fabric, making you arch and gasp.
fuckin' finally.
"move, move, daddy!" you whimper, your voice high and frantic, your hips already rocking against him, trying to take more of that impossible thickness. he just chuckles, a low, dark sound that vibrates through your core where you're stretched around him.
"Impatient little bitch," he rasps, his eyes gleaming with predatory amusement. before you can beg again, his hands clamp onto your inner thighs, fingers digging in brutally. he forces your legs closed, trapping his cock tightly between your thighs and in your dripping cunt. then, in one quick motion, he hoists your legs up, draping them over his broad shoulders. your hips are lifted clean off the counter, your back arching painfully. new angle makes you feel impossibly tight around him.
"fuck!" you cry out, the shift driving him impossibly deeper inside you, the thick ridge of his cockhead scraping against a spot that makes stars explode behind your eyes.
he doesn't wait. with your legs pinned over his shoulders, your cunt stretched wide around him, he starts fucking you. hard. deep.
each brutal thrust slams your ass back down onto the cold marble countertop with a sharp smack. his hips piston relentlessly, the thick shaft dragging against your walls, the swollen head pounding against your deepest spot. the wet, filthy sound of his cock plunging into your soaked cunt fills the kitchen, rhythmic and obscene.
"that's it," he grunts, his voice thick and strained, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your heaving chest. "take it. take daddy's cock, fuckin' whore."
his eyes are locked on where you're joined, watching himself disappear inside you again and again, his expression feral with lust. stretch is almost too much, the relentless pounding overwhelming. feel him everywhere, the thick heat filling you, the rough drag against your sensitive walls, the brutal grip on your thighs, the sting of your nipples where he pinched them.
"daddy!" you scream, the word ripped from you as he hits that spot again, deeper and harder than before. your vision whites out. "fuck, fuck! right there! don't stop!"
you're babbling, completely lost to the sensation, your body tightening around him. he just grunts, his rhythm never slowing, driving into you as his own release building in the tense set of his jaw, the cords straining in his neck.
"such a slut," Toji grits out, his voice ragged, strained. he bites his lower lip hard enough to draw blood and the wet slap of skin against skin echoes off the tiles, counterpoint to your choked gasps and his harsh breathing.
"daddy's cummin' baby. . . "
he groans as he loses control, a guttural groan tears from his chest, raw and primal. his thrusts become erratic, frantic, slamming deep as his cock pulses violently inside you. hot cum floods your cunt in thick, pulsing jets, the sensation making you cry out as your own climax crashes over you, milking him desperately. your walls clamp down hard, spasming around his length, trying to draw every last drop.
he doesn't stop. even as his cock twitches, spilling the last of his release deep inside you, his hips keep moving. slow, deliberate thrusts now, grinding his softening cock against your oversensitive walls, milking himself against your fluttering cunt. his eyes are heavy-lidded, fixed on where you're joined. his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, holding you open, forcing you to feel the wet slide of his spend mixed with yours. he leans forward slightly, his breath hot against your ear.
"filled you up good, didn't I, brat?" he rasps, his voice vibrates through your core. "came so much inside ya."
he finally pulls out. thick, pearly stream of cum follows his cock, overflowing your swollen, gaping entrance and dripping down onto the cold marble counter beneath your ass. you gasp, looking down at the mess between your trembling thighs, your cunt glistening, stretched, leaking his seed onto the stark white surface. your mouth forms a shocked little "O".
"daddy..." you breathe, your voice trembling, "there's... so much..." eyes flicker up to his face, wide with a mix of awe and disbelief.
Toji just smirks, a dark, knowing curve of his lips as he looks down at his handiwork. he wipes the slick head of his cock roughly against your inner thigh, leaving a wet streak.
"course there is," he grunts, his voice still rough but laced with a smug satisfaction. "been testin' me for weeks, haven't ya? showin' those tits, bendin' over, rubbin' that tight little ass on me..." he leans closer, his gaze intense.
"got exactly what you were beggin' for. every fuckin' drop." his thumb swipes through the mess on your thigh, then brings it to your lips, smearing the salty tang across your mouth.
"mmhm, daddy," you whimper, sucking his thumb clean instinctively, your eyes pleading. "can we... do this everyday? please... please.... please? need it."
a low chuckle escapes him. "you'll fuckin' break if I keep poundin' this little cunt everyday, brat," he says, his eyes roaming over your flushed, spent body. "already look used up."
you arch your back slightly, pushing your tits out. "Please," you beg, your voice thick with need, "can't stop thinking about you... love you so much."
he just stares at you for a long moment, that smirk still playing on his lips. without warning, he leans down and captures your mouth in a kiss. not gentle. It's deep, sloppy, wet, all tongue and teeth and hunger, stealing your breath and leaving your head spinning. he pulls back, leaving your lips swollen and slick.
"what the hell am I gonna do with ya'..." he mutters, shaking his head, a strange mix of affection and amusement in his eyes. he tucks his softening cock back into his boxers with a rough tug, the fabric straining.
"clean this mess up," he orders, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. "and get your ass to bed. before your mama wakes up and catches her little girl lookin' like a well-used fuckdoll."
a/n : honourable mention to the queen @madamechrissy who let me use the title 🥺🙏
NOT CLICKBAIT: MY SISTER ASKED ME TO PRACTICE KISSING SEX WITH HER.
it doesn't mean anything. it's just practice. i'll put in just the tip. caleb's usually a man of his word — until he isn't.
includes: 18+ nsfw, pseudocest (a LOT of pseudocest), making out, dryhumping, breastplay, titjob, masturbation while giving a blowjob, cum eating, cunnilingulus, fingering, "just the tip", unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, repressed virgin + repressed virgin = they be doing too much sex
Caleb normally has the patience of a saint. Hiding your feelings for a girl you see practically 24/7 would do that to you. He's learned all the ways to stop his cheeks from flaring up each time you make his heart flutter, which is saying something, because you basically give him a heart attack just by being in his presence.
But his pretense of normal older brother behavior nearly breaks when you come up next to him on the sofa, head lowered and hands fidgeting, "Caleb, do you know how to... You know..."
You're too shy to say it entirely, but Caleb would be an idiot not to know what you mean when your whole face reddens like a ripe tomato, teeth gnawing on your cherry pink lips in nervousness.
Caleb gently puts down his phone, willing his entire body to remain still. Pretend to be sane. "And pray tell," Caleb is grateful his voice doesn't give away anything he's feeling, eyes still fixated on your lips, "who gave my innocent little sister such dirty fantasies?"
Your head shoots up to face him, cheeks somehow turning even redder. "What?! Get your head out of the gutter! I'm just talking about kissing!"
Something awful fills in his mouth, but he still forces his lips to quirk into a smile, arms crossing over his chest to feign nonchalance. "Why do you want to know?"
"I... um..." You're fiddling with your fingers again, gaze flitting to anywhere that doesn't meet his burning stare. "I want to... practice."
Caleb suppresses the urge to— well, he's not really sure. Something close to a flinch, maybe. If he were drinking tea, he probably would've choked on it from shock.
A thrill runs through him at the request, but a cold dread quickly seeps in to crush any feeling of delight. Sure, this exact situation may have been one of his dirty fantasies, but in his imagination, he never really had any solid idea why you'd want to practice kissing with him in the first place; it was just a silly thing he thought about when his carnal desires took over.
But now that you're in front of him, actually asking him to kiss you, he can't help but think of a thousand possible reasons why. Were you just curious, having watched too many romance movies? Were you practicing for a hypothetical boyfriend?
...Or were you practicing for a guy you already had eyes on, too shy to kiss him without experience?
Well, unfortunately for you, Caleb has never felt the need to kiss, so how would he know how kissing worked? Or at least, he didn't want to kiss anyone that wasn't you. Which was definitely not in his cards.
Until now, the opportunity handed to him on a silver platter.
"You want to practice with me?" Caleb inches his face closer to yours, one brow raised. You blink rapidly, flushed down to your neck.
"It's... it's not that I want to do it with you, specifically..." It's not a very convincing argument, but it sends a pang of hurt to his chest nonetheless. "It's just that I haven't- I don't have anyone else to ask-" Good, because Caleb would've probably killed him. "You know what? Forget about it. It's weird."
You try to get up from the couch and leave, but Caleb wraps a strong hand around your wrist, pulling you back. Perhaps he tugged a little too strongly to his direction, because you end up straddling his lap, hands holding onto his shoulders to balance yourself.
"What's weird?" Caleb smiles, putting on his most convincing expression of 'kissing your sibling is totally normal'. "I don't mind."
Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion and disbelief. "You... don't?"
"It's just practice. Why? You think I can't do it?" He pulls you closer by the waist, looking up into your eyes, strands of your hair brushing his cheek. "It's definitely better than letting my baby sister make out with some other loser."
You're gnawing on your lip again, and Caleb can't help but stare at the pink tongue that darts out to wet your dry lip.
"Well?" Caleb cocks his head to the side. "We don't have much time until Gran gets home."
Your grip on his shoulder tightens, cheeks an endearing shade of pink. "...Let's go to your room."
Caleb has the patience of a saint.
He chants it in his mind over and over to convince himself, because he's quickly realizing it isn't true. He'd kept his paws to himself for the better part of the time you've been in his room, even when you sat on his lap instead of beside him on the bed and stared at him expectantly.
The thing is, Caleb knows next to nothing about kissing because he's never tried it himself. But he doesn't let it show. He cups your cheek carefully, tells you to close your eyes, and hopes he's doing a good job of pretending like he knows what he's doing.
From then on, it's instinct.
Slotting your lips together at the right angle. Trying to not lose his breath as he kisses his dearest sister. Biting on your bottom lip gently to urge you to open your mouth for him, and preening when you obediently do.
Caleb doesn't really know how much tongue one should use. But he's probably doing too much.
At first, he's just testing the waters. Licking at the seam of your lips. Teasing the sensitive roof of your mouth. Gives your tongue a shy nudge.
Ten minutes later, he's sucking on it. Hands roaming your body. Eyes glazed over with sheer delight when you don't push him away, instead tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him even closer. He sucks on your tongue like it's candy, and you make noises he's never heard before, "ah, hn, gege..." straight out of a wet dream. He breaks away for a second, just for a breather, but you pull him back in and he nearly moans when you shyly give kitten licks to his tongue, soft and wet and fucking adorable.
Fuck, I'm hard, he thinks to himself, wishing you don't notice, but there's no way you don't feel his bulge pressing against you, rubbing against your thigh.
He wants to move his hips. Hump his cock against your panties beneath your skirt. Better yet, strip all the clothing altogether. Fuck you hard like in the wet dreams that plague him at night. Filthy fantasies of your pussy wrapped around his cock, wet with your juices and his cum. His fingers rubbing your engorged clit to see you cry out his name, drenching his hand with your slick. Cunt stretched to fit all of his thick girth, his base messy with frothy cum.
His hips move, just a little bit. He rolls his hips upward, directly pressing on your pussy. You squeak into his mouth, fingers curling tighter to his hair, but you don't stop him. You can feel him smile as his hands are placed on either side of your waist, moving you to rock back against him.
"C'mon, you move too..." he murmurs before he's sealing your lips again, the slide of his tongue against yours addicting. You clumsily raise your hips, rubbing at the tent in his pants, and the filthy groan he lets out goes straight to your core.
"D-do you do this when you kiss other girls?" You gasp as his lips move to your neck, sucking a visible mark beneath your ear. He makes a vague, unanswering hum, and you end up forgetting you even asked soon enough.
The friction makes you feel hotter than ever, burning at the nerves in your brain. You feel yourself getting dumbed down into a state where all you can think about is more, I need more of him, drowning in your most base desires.
The pace gets more frantic. Your clothed cunt rubs against his pants, all the while Caleb refuses to separate your pressed lips. At this point, you're not sure what you're doing qualifies as kissing, just panting against each other's mouths, tongues rubbing obscenely.
"Mm... ah... stick out your tongue more, meimei..."
"Ahn, yeah, okay... mmph..."
You're almost reaching... something you can't quite name, but it's hot, and it's near. You grind against your big brother more desperately, pursuing that high, and you swear you'll die if Caleb stops—
The front door opens. Gran's keys clatter on the living room table.
Caleb pulls away, and you very nearly whine in disappointment.
But Caleb's hair is in charming disarray, eyes clouded over with lust, lips swollen and shiny with your spit. It's a sight you want to burn into your eyes forever, distracting you enough to forget for a moment how you've been basically blue-balled.
"Fuck," he utters, voice raspy and ruined. His grip on your waist loosens. "We should— we should probably stop here."
"Yes," you respond breathlessly, even though you want to do the exact opposite. Clearing your throat, you slowly pry yourself off from him, legs feeling like jelly.
A wave of mortification washes over you when you find a wet spot on Caleb's pants, right where you rubbed against him. Right where he's pitching a tent he can't possibly hide, somehow even larger than it felt.
You don't acknowledge it. Pretend it doesn't exist. Neither does he, covering it up with the hem of his large sweater. You rush to the door, patting down your messy hair and your even messier clothes, wrinkled and probably soaked with more than just sweat.
But before you leave, you whisper almost too quietly, "...Tomorrow."
Caleb understands immediately. Gives a crooked smile. "Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow" is similar as the first time. The only difference is you're in the dining room, sitting on the table with Caleb between your spread legs, still humping against each other as you desperately lock lips.
You don't make plans after that, but the next day, you find yourself knocking on his door late at night, unable to sleep. He doesn't have to ask why you're there, simply pulls you into his bed as he kisses down your neck, clothed cock rubbing against your pajama shorts.
It takes a week of shy touches and heavy makeouts before Caleb's hands find the courage to leave your waist, trailing up beneath your shirt. You shiver at the sensation of his warm, large hand sliding over your skin, fingers dipping into the slope of your back. "Anyone kissed you here before?" he whispers to your ear, fiddling with the hook of your bra. Stunned speechless, you shake your head no, and it's all he needs to hear to push up your shirt.
Caleb doesn't hide his awe. He stares intently at your chest, at the cute, lacy bra topped off with a tiny bow. It's different from the time he accidentally saw your underwear hanging to dry and you rushed to scurry them off in embarrassment — this time, you're clad in it, showing it off even, despite your burning cheeks.
He takes a sharp breath, hands roaming around your body almost in worship. Pushes up the bra to reveal your tits in full glory, nipples perky and tempting him to lick. He fondles the supple skin, teases at the peaks, and something dark curls in his eyes when he hears you let out a "Haah, wait, Caleb, that's...!"
Slowly, he presses light kisses on the valley of your breasts, licking at the expanse of soft skin. When he wraps his lips around a nipple, his hand prods at the other one, keeping eye contact while he sucks.
His touch feels like fire, your core burning hotter than ever. The sight of your big brother playing with your tits should not excite you this much, but you can feel yourself dripping, soaking your underwear into ruin. You don't dare tear your eyes away even as shame makes you want to hide — it'd be such a waste to miss even a moment of this, to see Caleb lick at your nipples, suck red marks anywhere his lips roam.
"You smell so good..." He presses his nose between your breasts, breathing in the scent of your sweat and the body soap you share. "So pretty..." His tongue trails a line downwards, eyes fixed to your gaze.
You bite down on your bottom lip, struggling to keep yourself quiet. His brow furrows, stopping for a moment to press down on your lip with his thumb. "Don't do that. You'll hurt yourself."
"The neighbors will hear," you murmur, considering the thin walls. Caleb thinks for a moment, and then he grins.
He takes the edge of your shirt, lifting it to your mouth. "Bite on this?"
Your cheeks fill with heat, but you open your mouth in assent.
The humiliation almost makes it hotter. The shirt muffles your moans, but you're also exposing yourself to Caleb, letting your brother suck on your tits as much as he wants. Swirling his tongue around the perky buds, lapping up his own spit that drips down. Squeezing your other breast and flicking the tit with his finger.
"Hey, meimei..." he mumbles while he sucks. He takes one of your hands, places it over the bulge in his pants. "What do you think of kissing gege over here too?"
Moments later, you're on your knees while Caleb stands in front of you, suckling on his tip as he fucks his cock between your tits. "Fuck..." He can't stop himself, lightheaded and on the verge of a nosebleed as he looks down on you, pushing your breasts together and licking his leaking precum. "My baby sister is sucking my cock... you look so good with your mouth full, meimei..."
You couldn't fit most of it in your mouth, not with the sheer size of it. Caleb's cock was so stupidly huge, you could barely wrap your hand around it fully. It was long and thick, and you felt dizzy at the thought of putting it inside you. Your pussy clenched, feeling more empty than ever, and you couldn't help but sneak a hand underneath your shorts to rub your clit, so wet from arousal.
"Haah, that's it, keep going..." Without noticing it himself, Caleb's thrusts have gotten rougher, his tip scraping the back of your throat. "Gege's cumming soon... take all of my cum, hm?"
Your rubbing grows more frantic as he reaches closer to orgasm, admiring his pleasured expression. Caleb runs a hand through his hair, hips still moving to fuck his dick in your mouth, muscled torso shiny with sweat. "Ugh, fuck, your tongue... yeah, that spot feels so good, pips... gege loves it when you suck me like that."
I want his cock in me I want his cock in me chants in your head, fingers still rubbing your clit. You've always masturbated to your older brother, imagined his hot body over yours, but it's different when he's using you for his own release. Having him fuck his huge dick to your throat while you're touching yourself, watching him in the throes of pleasure.
"Ah, shit, here it comes, fuck— show me your tongue, meimei—"
Caleb pulls you away from his dick by your hair, and you'd be disappointed if not for the sight of him jerking off his own cock, fist hitting over his heavy balls, until he shoots his thick load, spraying cum all over your face, your stuck out tongue, and your tits.
You cum on your fingers as he groans deeply, still stripping his cock as he releases, and it takes a while for him to finish cumming. "Fuck... that felt so good..."
Caleb looks down at you, places a thumb on your cum-stained tongue, and swirls it around. "Swallow it."
You obey, gulping down his thick load. His eyes shine with satisfaction, patting your head like he usually does to praise you. "Good girl."
He helps you to your feet, pushing you back to bed. His large hands roam around your body again, running along your curves, massaging his cum on your tits. Then he leans down to lick it off, not once breaking eye contact.
"Don't worry about the mess. Gege's going to clean you up now, okay?"
Your little "kissing practice" becomes so much more. Eventually, you're sneaking around every opportunity you get — when Gran is out, or when it's late at night, or when you're about to shower and Caleb gets the bright idea to sneak in the bathroom to pin you against the wall and slide his cock between your legs. Look, my cock and your pussy are kissing.
It doesn't take a genius you've gone far, far beyond just kissing. So it doesn't surprise you anymore when on one of your "practice sessions" in your bedroom, his fingers brush on your inner thigh. "Let me kiss you here, too."
It's not surprising, but you still feel a bit shy lifting up your skirt and spreading your legs when Caleb tells you to. He looks far too pleased with himself when he finds you're absolutely wet, pure white panties almost see-through. He rubs your clothed clit with his thumb, chuckling when you unconsciously move your hips to grind against his finger.
But Caleb doesn't have the patience to tease. He slips off your underwear and marvels at the strings of arousal clinging to your soaked panties. "Naughty girl..." He clicks his tongue, gripping your thighs to spread them apart. "So wet for her big brother."
Your pretty pussy is flushed pink, dripping onto the sheets. He can see it clench around nothing in anticipation, waiting for his cock to fill it up with cum.
Caleb can't stop himself anymore. He inhales deeply into your bare cunt, groans a curse to himself, then begins to dig in.
His first lick is a broad stripe on your clit, thick tongue swiping on the sensitive nub. You jolt at the unfamiliar sensation, curling your fingers into his hair. "Ah, wait, Caleb- ohh, ahh, no...!"
"So fucking sweet," he moans at the taste, licking relentlessly now. "Fuck, I should've done this sooner."
He laps at your slit, drinking up the pussy juice that won't stop leaking. He smothers his face in it, nose rubbing on your clit and chin dripping with your slick, hands holding down your trembling legs to the mattress. He's squeezed between your thighs, and he looks like he's on heaven, utterly delighted at the moans he's pulling from you.
"Nn, mm, ahh, gege! Oh, your tongue-!" You're unable to string together a full sentence, mind a constant loop of so good fuck fuck gege's licking my pussy so good.
Caleb slurps noisily, an embarrassing noise you'll worry about later, but for now, your fried brain can only think it's so hot, you're so wet, gege please lick me more I love it right there please please.
Caleb sucks your clit like he's making out with it, rolling his tongue in circles and lapping up anything he can catch, thoroughly pussy drunk and intoxicated. He's grinding mindlessly into the mattress until he can't take it anymore, freeing his cock from his sweatpants and jerking off at the taste of your pussy.
"You're so fucking good for me, meimei," Caleb groans loudly, fucking his tongue into your hole as his dick pulsates in his hand, spurting more precum. You thrash around, riding his face and making a mess of him. "Fuck yes, just use me. Gege's just a toy to make you feel good."
And it really is as if you're treating him like a toy for your pleasure, burying his face to your pussy, uncaring if he can't breathe. Carelessly bucking up your hips to get his tongue deeper, licking the spot you want him to reach. Rubbing your swollen clit on his nose.
You've fantasized about this, of your big brother holding you down on your bed and making you cum on his tongue. Not stopping until you've squirted all over him, his fingers still fucking your pussy even when you feel overstimulated. You want it. You want it so bad.
"Caleb, more, please, I'm gonna cum!" you wail, legs trembling, bracing for the orgasm you know will ruin you.
"Go on," Caleb says, and you can feel the words form on his lips against your cunt, the vibrations driving you closer to the brink, "Cum on your big brother's face."
Your eyes roll back, liquid spraying out from your pussy and onto Caleb's mouth. "Fuck yes, keep squirting on me, pips." It keeps coming out like a leaking faucet and Caleb sits up, putting his cock on your pussy and letting the squirt drench him, using it as lube as he rubs his cock.
"Shit, you're so wet," he says in awe, staring as you keep spraying the clear liquid. He taps your clit with his tip, laughing when it makes you gush one last time. "So sensitive, too."
"Gege... ah..." you weakly utter when Caleb keeps rubbing his cock on your pussy, covering himself in your cum. The obscene squelch only gets him harder.
His cock is throbbing, so hard that it hurts. He wants to put it in. Fuck his precious little sister's pussy that's right in front of him. Take her virginity and fill her up with his hot cum. Fuck her against every surface on this house, on your bed, in the bathtub, on the floor, at the sofa you both always watched TV on growing up.
"Just the tip," he pants, just sane enough to make a compromise, prodding at your hole with the leaking head. "I want to put it inside you, meimei."
"Ah..." You stare at the cock between your legs, so huge compared to your tight pussy. We can't isn’t something you can say when you've already crossed the line several times over. And you can't seem to take your eyes away from his dick, thick in girth and long, curving prettily in a way you know will hit that spot inside you.
"Please..." He leans down to whisper in your ear, hand pressing down on your stomach, measuring just how deep it'll reach. "Gege's been wanting this for so long."
There's no way that'll fit, the more reasonable voice inside your head cries out. I want all of him inside me, the whore in you says otherwise. "G... gege's cock is too big..." You don't mean it to sound so provocative, saying it as statement of fact, but he twitches against your skin, and you hope it's only in your imagination when you think Oh god, did he just get bigger...?!
"Then gege will be careful." Caleb strokes your pussy with his fingers, enjoying watching you tremble at the lightest touch. "I'll make sure it won't hurt."
And so, Caleb begins his quest to loosen your virgin pussy. A quest he seems to particularly enjoy, boredom never flicking across his features as he adds more fingers to your tight cunt. Marvels at the overflowing wetness slicking his hand, prodding everywhere in search of your g-spot. Holds down your thighs when he finds it, not allowing you to escape from the pleasure.
"Do you like this, pips? Do you like it when your big brother fingerfucks you?"
He sounds utterly sinful, words slightly muffled by the tit in his mouth, fucking in three thick fingers in your cunt, a thumb rolling on your poor, puffy clit.
"I like it so much." He makes another hickey on your chest. "I like the feeling of my sister's tight, virgin pussy squeezing around me."
Inevitably, his filthy words make you cum hard, splattering a mess on his arm.
"Cumming again?" Caleb hums as you gush around him for the nth time, fingers still moving, making your pussy squelch. "You really like this, huh?"
You groan weakly as he peppers your face with kisses, pussy twitching from the overstimulation. "Hnn... too much, Caleb... I can't..."
Caleb tuts, sucking another mark on your collarbone. "You can."
"Gegeee," you whine, holding onto his back. You feel like you've cum enough times to last a lifetime, the sheets beneath you soaked through and through.
"Please?" He nuzzles against your neck, affectionate and loving. "Just the tip. I want to feel you inside."
You glance at this monster-sized cock. And then at the puppy dog eyes that don't match it at all, sparkling innocently like he didn't just say the filthiest talk known to man.
"You don't want to try it?" He slides his heavy cock between your legs, letting you feel every vein. "I'll make it feel good. Better than my tongue."
He takes his dick in his hand, dips the head inside your pussy, just a small stretch. A fresh wave of slick wets it, spurting clear drops of arousal. When you don't push him away, just wrapping your arms around him and waiting with bated breath, he carefully pushes deeper.
It's thicker than you imagined it'd feel. Even thicker than his fingers. An overwhelming pressure that takes your breath away, your mouth forming an 'o', and you're almost annoyed when he stops sliding in.
He really just put the tip.
"Fuuuuck," he swears, using all his restraint not to slide everything in one go, a bead of sweat from his chin dropping on your chest. "Your pussy's so warm, meimei..."
"Haah, Caleb..." The thickness is nothing you've ever felt before, nothing his fingers could prep you enough for. Caleb's so big everywhere, from his height, his broad shoulders, his toned arms, his hands on your waist, and even with how massive he feels with just the tip, you can see the length of him that hasn't gone inside between your legs.
He moves slowly, fucking his tip in and out in a pace that leaves you wanting and hungry. "Mm, shit..."
He grips you tightly, gaze fixed on the way you clench around him, pretty pussy welcoming his cock. You wrap around him so deliciously, your cute twitchy clit just sitting above his cock. "God, you're so tight, my cock probably won't fit all the way."
It's a hypothetical thought. Because he really does mean to just put in the tip.
But you keep sucking him in, cunt warm and wet and hot and so good around him. Without meaning to, his cock slides further than he means to every other thrust, reaching deeper and deeper to your core, the plap plap noises of your skin slapping together echoing in your room.
When his cock is halfway in, Caleb is on the verge of cumming. "Ah, ah, wait, shit, sorry," he's panting out, apologies spilling from his lips, but his hips never stop moving. "Fuck, you just feel so good, I can't stop."
Your nails are digging scratches on his muscled back, mind turned into mush. The only thing you can think about is how big he is, how much deeper he could go if he went all the way. How much better it would feel if you could feel his cock in its entirety.
"Ge," you mindlessly whine. "Gege, please..." Are you begging him to stop? Or to fuck you hard and fast without restraint? You don't even know anymore. But your body answers for you.
You lock your legs around him, pulling him closer.
His cock slides in all the way to the hilt.
"Oh, fuck!"
Without warning, he spills inside you, load after load of cum filling up your pussy. He's cumming hard, groaning brokenly into your neck, his orgasm so mind-shattering he can't do anything other than pump his milk deep in your cunt, hot neverending pulses of semen flowing to your womb.
"Ah, shit, I'm sorry, I can't stop cumming, fuck...!"
It's not just that he can't stop cumming. He's still as hard as he was before.
It isn't long before he hoists your legs on his shoulders, looking absolutely pussy drunk. He rams his entire cock into you with rough, deep thrusts, fucking his cum deeper into your womb, some of it overflowing from your hole and coating the base of his cock in white. "I came inside my little sister's pussy," he babbles mindlessly, his groans pornographic. "My cum... deep inside your cunt... fuck..."
"Ge, your cock is so big," you moan like a slut, uncaring if the neighbors hear the debauchedy in your house at this point. "Fuck me more, please, I want more of your cum!"
"Ah, meimei, you're being so loud." Caleb brings his hand to your pussy, tormenting your clit again, making your legs kick out. "Everyone will know your big brother is fucking you so good. Getting his little sister pregnant while no one else is home."
"Yes, yes, please, I love it when my big brother cums inside me!"
"Yeah? You wanna be gege's cumdump?" He pants, flicking your clit, groping your breasts, nailing your g-spot in every thrust — everything he knows to make you moan louder, scream his name. "Go ahead. Milk your big brother's cock dry."
Time passes in a blur. It just so happens that you'll be alone at home for the next few days, your Gran going out to visit a friend from the countryside. Caleb takes this as his opportunity to fuck you without fear of getting caught.
Caleb fucks you in all sorts of positions, in different places — doggy style in the kitchen, making a mess on the floor; "Haah, meimei, how do we face Gran after this? You've squirted all over the table we use to eat together."
Reverse cowgirl on the living room couch, the show playing on the TV completely forgotten; "Ah, pips, didn't you say you liked this actor? Something about how good-looking he is. So why aren't you paying attention? Come on, hng, haah... don't just fuck yourself on gege's cock. Focus on the movie."
Laid out on your bed, 69 in your room; "Fuck, you're dripping all over me, baby... Yeah, suck on my cock, just like that. Your mouth feels fucking amazing."
And now, in his bedroom, Caleb leans back, letting his precious baby sister ride him first thing in the morning, awoken by the feeling of your wet pussy enveloping his cock. He enjoys seeing you fuck him yourself, desperate for release, tits moving as you bounce on his dick, flicking your own nipples and rubbing your clit to give him a show.
"That kissing practice," Caleb starts, unable to help himself and lazily circles your swollen clit with his finger, making you cry out, "that was just a ploy for me to train you, wasnt it? Training you to be your big brother's slut."
"Ah, ah, yes, hn, I wanted... wanted to be gege's slut!" You move your hips with more fervor now, and Caleb knows too well that's a sign you're close.
He pushes you to your back, slamming into your pussy with intense thrusts. Makes you squirt on his cock, spraying all over his abs. Smiles at the sight of your fucked-out face, tongue lolling out, eyes rolled back. "That's right. You've become my slut. All mine."
And then he thrusts again, and again, and again. Because he's raised a devil who can't be satisfied with normal sex anymore.
(And if he slips in an "I love you" or two after that, well, you're too fucked out to hear anyway.)
✎A/N; here it is babes!! sowwryyy for the eternal waittt! CALEB'S IS SOOO LONG OMG IDK WHAT HAPPEND Y'ALL!!! Regardless, rlly hope ur enjoying it^^ xoxo
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ꪆৎ RAFAYEL
Your thighs are soaked and if you could, you'd feel embarrassed right now.
But that thought barely registers over the raw heat twisting in your belly. It's just the way Rafayel's broken moans and his hands trembling on your hips as you ride him that remind you just how much of a mess you are.
"Drippin' alllll over me, cutie," The wrecked gasp makes your pussy only embrace his cock in a snug hug, his grip on your hip tightening. "D-don't ya wanna take a lil break?— F-fuckkkk. M'—"
"N-nooooo, Raf'."
God, you're gonna be the death of him.
He's already at his wit's end, his spent cock barely holding onto the vicious grip of your greedy pussy. But once he heared your protesting whine over the obnonxious wet squelch squelch squelches of your sobbing cunt, he can feel his cock throbbing hard.
Your eyes meet the far back of your skull as you feel his girth swell, streeeetching your walls apart again so good.
"Don't wanna stop. Feels sooooo good, baby." The shy smile twitching up your plump lips is a stark contast to your ruthless hips slamming down onto his pelvis, and even though his dick is sweeling so angry he fears he might explode, he's still going to eat it up like he does every single time.
"Ohh-kay, cutie. G-gonna— gonna give my baby what she wants."
A strangled sound rips from his lungs as your walls clench around him again, cock twitching so frenzied inside you, glistening with your mixed juices, and so spent but still so ravenous to ram into you, deep.
He's flushed deep red now, your hands almost slipping from his sweat-slicked chest, coral locs sticking to his temple where he lies beneath you in a daze.
"Pretty." You spurt out, heat flooding your body as you take his face in hand, running your shaking flinger over his quivering, kiss-bitten lips. "You look so pretty Raf. Want— no need to—"
"F-fuck, baby, yer' gonna milk me dry," he chokes out, voice breaking on a whimper.
Oh, he's not lasting for long.
His eyes roll back as your walls clamp down on him again, fluttering so tight, so wet, it feels like your body's trying to wring every last drop out of him.
And you do.
Your hands slam down on his chest now, grinding down with reckless, mindless need. "Y-yes." you sweet growl, makes the hair on his neck stand up, teeth caging his lip. "Need you to fill me up, Raf. Need it sososo bad— hurts, it hurts!"
You bounce harder, thighs quivering, the obscene squelch of your slick echoing through the room with every punishing slam of your hips. His cock twitches inside you, overstimulated and swollen, flushed an angry red from how many times he's already shot his load into you, but your greedy cunt just won't let him go.
It’s damn near deafening—the relentless thwack, thwack, thwack of your ass slamming down onto his thighs.
The sound is soaked in slick, each impact wetter than the last. His spent, hot and thick cum already spilling out of you from your insatiable hunger, sticking messily to the insides of your thighs and the curve of your ass, smearing with every bounce, making everything sticky and so much worse.
“God, you're—fuck—you're making a mess of me, cutie," he gasps, clutching your waist like a lifeline, trying to slow you down, but your body has other plans. Your selfish walls tighten around him like a vice, milking his angry, flushed tip for every squirting spurt from his slit.
"I need you to cum again. Please," you cry out, grinding down deep, his cockhead kissing your cervix with each brutal drop of yours. "Wan' your cum, Raf! Need ya to fill me up again, wanna be stuffed, baby. Can't—nghhh!—can't stop until you breed me."
"Breed you?"
The sound he lets out is downright animalistic, his hips snapping up with brutal force, matching your pace with a ferocity that makes your eyes roll back. "Fuckin insatiable. Already dripping and it's still not enough, h-hahh?" He's fucking up into you now, ironclap grip on your hips surely leaving marks as your body jolts and falls ontop of his, your restless hips twisting and twitching against his brutal thrusts.
"G-gonna pump your greedy fucking pussy so full— o-ohhh, yeahhh."
You whimper is so high-pitched you barely recognize yourself anymore, body convulsing as your climax rips through you, and even in your haze you don't stop. You keep clenching, desperate to squeeze another load from his overstimulated, twitching cock.
He's babbling now, lost in it, eyes glazed and teeth clenched so tight he might break his jaw. "Ohhh, it's comin, m' cummin' take it take it take—"
"Mhmmm, give it ta me, Raf! Allll of it, one more, pleaseeee!"
At that, his slit spurts one last whispy load of cum into the depth of your pussy, and you grind happily down onto him to make it stay there, deep inside of you, humming in delight at the warmth flooding through you.
And as he feels your fluttering walls clench around him again, your hips slowly grinding down again, his head falls back against the sheets, a raw, desperate whimper escaping his throat.
Your walls clamp around him fiercely, squeezing so tight, demanding more.
He can't. He can't he can't he—
His hands dig into your ass, lifting you higher, up, up, up— until his cum seeps from your spent, dripping heat, a pleased sigh following suit.
But then your eyes meet his, wide and pleading, and your hands wrap around his slick, spent cock, fingers trembling as they stroke him, coated in his own mess.
Well, he can surely take—
"One more, please?"
Right?
ꪆৎ CALEB
Hot.
The only word to describe your feelings right now, because it has you wound up so tight, you're trembling. You think you might explode if you're sweet, teasing boyfriend won't fill you up this very moment.
But the way Caleb's looking at you in the mirror, he might beat you to it.
"You feel it too, don't you, Cay'?" you whisper, rocking your ass back against the bulge straining so painfully in his grey sweats.
They cling to him, snug and low on his hips, almost too tight. His bare chest is fully exposed, every cut of muscle gleaming under the low light of the room, your squirming shadow dancing over his skin and reflecting off the mirror.
His grin is sharp, eyes burning with hunger, preying over you through the mirror, a palm pressing to your lower belly, just below the waistband of your panties.
"Feel it? Baby, I smell it."
His voice is a growl against your skin, lips dragging slow and wet down the curve of your neck. He breathes you in, tongue flicking out to lick a long stripe from your neck all the way to the shell of your ear. "You're soaked."
You whimper as he rolls his hips, grinding his aching cock into you, still hidden beneath the fabric of his boxers. His other hand cups your throat from behind, guiding your gaze back to the mirror.
"Look."
You do.
"O-oh."
It's fucking obscene.
Your panties are halfway down your thighs, your legs shaking as you brace yourself against the dresser, your boyfriend's bare chest pressed to your back, hand tightening against your throat, almost daring you to look away.
Burning. Every fieber of your being is burning up, screaming at every slight touch of him. The faintest brush of his fingers against your skin sends you twitching.
A needy whimper slips out as you feel the thick press of his bulge grinding against your ass. You arch and roll your hips back into him, shamelessly, pleading without words, silently begging him to do something— anything, to ease this ache between your thighs before you actually go insane.
"In all these years together," he murmurs against your ear, voice low and dangerous. "I've never seen you like this, pips'. What's got you so hot and bothered tonight?"
You meet his eyes in the mirror before tearing them down to his fingers tugging at the hem of your panties.
"It's y-your fault. All because of—"
"Me?" His grip tightens, voice a whisper against your ear in surprise.
"Mhmmm."
"Hm. Can't have my baby all pouty now, can I?"
He whirls you around in one fluid motion, effortlessly scooping you up and tossing you onto the bed
Fuck that damned mirror, he wants the real thing.
He rips your panties the rest of the way off, strong biceps pushing your legs apart, groaning low in his throat at the sight of your weeping cunny, screaming for his attention.
"Oh fuckkk," he mutters, eyes wild and flickering between your glisterning pussy up to your flustered face. "T-this is—" he pauses, finger swiping through your folds to collect your slick, dick jumping in his pants as he sees your hole clenching around nothing, juices dripping in the process, "—heaven."
You whimper as he dips down to lick a stripe up your inner thigh, hot breath ghosting over your pussy. You could damn near scream from his endles teasing, damn near crying as your hips buck up towards his face with a frustrated groan. "N-no teasin'! Please, pleasepleaseplease—"
"Hush, baby. It's her turn now."
Before you can even think of quirking your eyebrows in question he's already burying his face between your thighs, and you let out a scream.
His tongue is fucking relentless, flicking the muscle over your clit with cruel precision before loooong drags collect your juices, his adam's apple bobbing as he's slurping up every drop.
It's like he's starving, and well, maybe he actually is.
His hot tongue circles your puffy button slow just to watch you twitch, then sucks it between his lips with so much force that your legs threathen to clamp around his head.
Until you actually do.
Thighs locking his head in place, your hands scrambling through his hair. He groans against your pussy, the sound feral, almost a whimper, sending vibrations straight through your core. Your fingers scramble through his thick brown locs, tangling and twisting until you're yanking them hard from the roots.
"Yeahhh, use me, baby. C'mon."
His rambles dissapear into your pussy, responding moan so filthy and needy. He could get used to this new neediness of yours.
God, he loves this.
He wraps his arms tighter around your thighs, locking you in place, and whining into your pussy like he's gone mad.
"Just like that, Cay'! Nghhh! don't stop, soooo good!"
Yeah, he's gone mad.
And you? You're gone.
Drooling, rutting your hips into his mouth without a shred of shame. Your body moves on instinct now, so lost in the pleasure that your eyes flutter shut, tummy sucking in as you feel yourself nearing your release.
Slurp, slurp, slurps fill the room and it's so messy— your juices coating the lower half of his face, some bleeding into the sheets below.
He glances up, pulling back just enough, and fuck, what a sight.
Your eyes glisten with unshed tears, wide and glassy pupils blown. A firm drip of drool escapes the corner of your mouth, tracing a long line down your chin. You sniffle softly, nose red and a thin sheen of sweat clings to your skin.
"My poor, poor baby."
The soft tone of his voice is a stark betrayal of what his mouth is doing to you.
His tongue is merciless, flicking and lapping at your folds with so much persicion, every lick calculated to push you further towards your limits.
He latches onto your clit with a groan, sucking hard, your thighs seizing up around his head in a headlock. Your fingers claw uselessly at the sheets, legs kicking, entire body coiled tight.
"G-god, Caleb! So good, don't stop, don't—"
Right then, your orgasm crashes over you with so much force, your head digs back into the matress. Your hips buck up wildly, unable to process the sudden pleasure washing over you, and your sweet, loving boyfriend licks you through it.
He just keeps going, keeps tasting you, even as your thighs shake and you try to twist away from from him, his wet hot tongue overwhelming you.
It's so much, too much, but still, you want—
"M-moreee! Wan' more! Need to—"
Smack!
The sharp sudden sting hits your soaked pussy before you can finish the sentence, palm cracking against your sensitive folds with a wet slap. You let out a loud, broken cry, your head twisting against the pillow as your thighs clamp together on instinct.
"No worries. Gonna give it to ya'."
Only then does he spread you open with both hands, thumbs dragging your slick folds apart to admire the way you twitch and throb. And only then does he finally pull back, tongue slipping out to taste you one last time, his chin and lips soaked, glistening with your juices.
He stays like that, lower face shining in your essance, to lazy to even bother wiping it away as his eyes lock onto you, pupils darkening.
And as he sees your hungry gaze he silently thanks the whole damn universe for your sudden neediness today.
Fucking finally a time for his inner freak to shine.
You're already moving before he says a word, scrambling weakly up onto your knees, hands clutching at his waistband like a woman possessed.
And maybe you are.
"Hurryyyyyy," you whimper, dragging the word out through a long sob. "P-please, baby! Pleaseeee, I want— Need you in me right now."
Oh, how impatient you are.
Eagerly, he shoves his sweats down and kicks them off, cock already flushed and leaking from the torture. He doesn't dare to tease, already climbing ontop of you to grab your hips, and drives into you in one deep thrust.
The stretch is so sharp and overwhelming that you scream out, white-hot blaze overcoming you.
Your walls clamp down around him so fiercely he groans, his pre squirting out with urgency, head falling back, eyes rolling shut.
He underestimated you.
"H-holy shit, baby—so damn tight— h-hahhh!"
You're already back into your drunken daze, meeting his thrusts as your heat-addled clit grinds against his faint brown trail of hair.
"Harder," you pant, nails clawing at his shoulders, his strong arms quick to lift your legs onto his shoulders, hitting your g-spot over and over again.
But it's not enough.
"I said hahhh-harder, Caleb—"
He growls, pushing your legs firmly against your shoulders, your legs dangling above your head as he slams into you faster now, rougher. Unrelenting. His hands dig into the flesh of your thighs, the new position causing your muscles to burn from the stretch, and every thrust hits you so deep, fat tip kissing your cervix, your vision blurs.
"Not gonna last," he blurts out, mouth covered in your slick now attacking yours, diving in as if your mouth would grant him air. "You're too fucking—shit! Toooo good—"
He's going to be the death of you.
"C-cum inside, baby." you moan, hands griping his shoulders, biceps, hips, anything to make him ram into your greddy cunny faster, longing for him to prod at your womb. "Need your cum, baby. F-fill me— uhhh! up!"
His balls tighten, almost painfully so, mouth hanging open as drool drips down, right into your awating mouth and he just know this isn't going to be the last load for him tonight.
He knocks the breath out of you with a brutal push of his hips, his girth hauling your walls further apart as his fat mushroomy head throbs, close, soooo close to fill you to the brim.
"A-alright, pips. Anything for my needy princess."
You're going to be the death of him.
ꪆৎ SYLUS
You're trembling, knees straddling Sylus's broad hips, riding him like your entire body burns with desperate need. His hands grip your thighs, trying to ground you, get you to slow down, but it's already to late.
"Gods," he groans, voice hoarse, on the brink of cracking. His dark, ruby eyes in search of yours and you swear he grows even larger inside you as your eyes lock. "You're killing me here, sweetie."
"M' sorry, Sy. Can't stop, can't—"
His lips crash down onto yours, muffling your pleas with a desperate kiss. His strong hands tighten on your hips, pulling you impossibly closer, every thrust deeper and more urgent than the last.
"You don't have to," he murmurs against your mouth, voice thick with lust, ruby eyes eating you alive. "Have me. Use me."
He's done it now.
You grind down harder, hips snapping desperately against him, breath uneven and broken. And every frantic roll of yours pulls a low growl from his throat, his girthy length pulsating inside your gooey walls.
His hefty cock draaags along every sensitive nerve inside you, thick and heavy, stretching your weeping walls to their limit and you swear he gets harder with every needy rut you throw at him.
"Honey, I don't think I can—"
His jaw clenches tightly, teeth grazing his bottom lip as he struggles to maintain his composure. His head sinks into the sheets, gray hair forming a halo around his head as cheery eyes flutter before snapping back to yours, pupils blown wide.
"Y-you're so— sooo"
"Hmm? M' what, Sy'?"
You whimper, grinding down until he's pressed so deep you can feel him bulging inside your lower belly, leaving a visible imprint of himself there.
And It's only driving you further into insanity.
"You're gonna ruin me," he pants, voice thick with lust, a slight crack audible. "Ohhh, gonna fucking ruin me, sweetie. L-look at you."
You press your forehead against his, panting, your walls clench so tight you feel every vein and even the slight right curve of his girth.
Sylus's hands travel up your sides, grip ironclad, his thumbs digging into your ribs. His control is slipping, obvious in the way his dark ruby eyes widen, groan rumbling in his chest when you shift your weight and rock your hips harder against him.
He oggles at your eyes rolling to the back of your head, gripping your nape and pulling you down until his mouth meets yours agar, slamming his mouth against yours with such force, teeth and tongues clash.
"You're everything," he mutters against your lips, saliva connecting you both, voice cracking under the pressure. "So fucking perfect."
Your nails dig into his shoulders, breath hitching in desperate gasps in rythm to the bed creaking under you both as his hips jerk, matching your frantic rhythm.
"Keep going, love." He breaks into a grunt as your head falls into the crook of his neck, painting his ivory skin with bubbling drool.
"Thaaat's my girl."
There's nothing else inside your fucked out mind except for him him and more him.
Sylus. Sylus. Sylus.
Feisty hips bouncing on him, desperate to feel every inch, every frantic pulse, your walls fluttering, dragging Sylus closer to the edge with every desperate thrust.
And you notice from his deep groan, his parted lips aswell as his hands sliding under your arms, pulling you impossibly closer. His breath fans across your skin, heavy and ragged.
"You're driving me mad." He's a drooling mess himself now, thighs clenching as his balls tighten up, so damn close to filling your eager cunt up.
You lift your head before pathetically falling against his lips, saliva messily smearing all across his lower face.
He growls, hips snapping up with brutal force, obscenely loud and wet plap plap plap echoing the room, his grip on your hips tightening, his fingers digging in like you could dissapear if he ever dared to let go.
"I'm close" He moans shamelessly into your mouth now, burrying his cock deeper, reddened tip hitting your cervix with each of his bold jerks up into you. "So close."
"N-ghhh, me t-toooo!" you sob, words barely forming through your moans.
"Gonna cum! Gonna fucking cum, Sy! Pleaseee—"
Then he surges upright, wrapping one strong arm around your waist, the other sliding down to grip your ass with a loud smack! and slam you down on him, over and over until you're voice betrays you, wails and whimpers flooding out from your lips.
His cock drives up into you so deep your toes curl, hitting the same perfect spot again and again, robbing cries from your sobbing pussy.
Plap plap plap.
"Better hold on tight, sweetie."
He grabs your hips, slams up, and fucks you like he hates you. The bed shrieks, holding on for deat life as the headboard rattles against the walls and in these moments you're thankful you live in the N109-Zone with no neighbours.
"Yesyesyes! Js like that, Sy!"
There's a thick white ring of your slick forming at the base of his cock, clinging to him with every brutal thrust, and when he looks down and sees it, something snaps inside him.
He flips you onto your stomach, quickly slipping inside your addicting heat again, as if it pains him to not be inside your for any second longer. His cock slips back inside your dripping heat with a lewd twack! and the both of you groan, breath hitching in sync as he sinks in to the hilt for the nth time tonight.
Your back arches, panting against the pillow as your nails claw at the sheets, loud whail earning a breathless chuckle from man above.
"Please Sy! Need your cum s-so bad— need you to breed me."
He lets out a broken sound, somewhere between a gasp and a growl before burying himself deep with one last snap of his hips.
His body stiffens as his cock twitches and pulses inside you, flooding you with wave after wave of hot white cum. You clench down hard, milking him for what he's worth, moaning his name as your own orgasm hits like a shockwave, body trembling beneath his.
He stays pressed against you, breath harsh against your neck, hand splayed across your lower back to keep you right where he wants you, lewd squelch from your stuffed cunny letting out a broken whine. You twitch under him, drooling into the pillow, body still shaking from how hard you came.
"This heat's not out of you yet, is it?"
You shake your head with a weak cry, drooling against the pillow.
"Then," he muses, kissing the shell of your ear, slow and almost sweet,
"Best start picking out a new bed you want, sweetie."
ꪆৎ XAVIER
"It's little moments like these,"
he pants against your ear, "that remind you just how much more my sweet princess can take."
You're out of breath, slick and shaking from everything he's already wrung out of you, but he couldn't care less. He doesn't even want you to recover and catch your breath.
And he sure as hell doesn't let you.
He spins you around like youre a mere feather-weight, palms branding into your hips as he manhandles you onto the bed, chest down and ass up.
Your hands scramble for purchase, fingers knotting into the sheets just as you feel the blunt heat of his hefty length press between your thighs again, his cock smearing pre over the curve of your ass, coating it in a shining glee.
"Could get used to you being like this, you know," he hums, one slender finger tracing up your stomach before resting on one of your breasts, giving it a tight squeeze, "you loooove getting all cockdrunk and dumb on me, huh?"
"Mhmm! Love you! Love your—"
"Say it right."
His words pierce through just like his dick through past your puffy folds, tip curving right against the spot that has you mewling out, almost like a button being pressed.
A sharp smack! to your ass follows his firm words, soon rubbing soothingly over the reddened globe as his cock slides out, leaving only his tip cramped in your hole.
"L-love it when you fuck me dumb, Xav'! Love getting drunk on your cock! But p-please..."
Your hips jerk back, earning a growl from his as he inspects your greedy pussy engulfing half of his length now, eager to suck him back in whole.
"... Still not enough. Need more."
Your pleading whimpers are muffled against the pillow face first as he fully rams into you again, body firmly pressed against yours. His throbbing girth is fully nestled inside you, his light chuckle hot against your ear.
"Talking outta that greedy pussy again."
You bite your lip in shame or amusement, you don't know. Desperate and wild grinds of your hips move back against his, rutting hard with every agonizingly slow drag of his hips.
He slides in and out of you like butter, your previous squirts of juices and his thick hot cum creating the perfect lubricant.
It's filthy— the kind of slick, nasty glide that sends sparks through your overstimulated nerves. Every time he pulls back, a string of mixed fluids clings between your swollen folds and his soaked cock, glistening, connecting you to him like a leash. The wet schlik schlik schlik of it echoes in the room, punctuated only by your choked moans and the brutal slap of skin on skin.
You're so swollen, so stretched, your body clutching at him like he's your prey.
"Tight fuckin' thing," he snarls, hands gripping your waist, forming half moons with his nails on your skin. "Keep moving those hips for me, angel— o-oh fuckkkk! Don't stop."
You don't. You can't. Rutting back with abandon, desperate and so greedy, your hips roll and slam into his with haste. You can feel every throb of his cock inside you, feel it twitch and pulse as his rhythm grows savage.
Fuck, you could die like this— pressed neatly against the sheets with your beloved boyfriend rutting you deeper into the matress for the nth time tonight.
His pace turns feral, brutal, the whaming of his hips against your ass growing harder, meaner.
"Y-yes! Yes, Xav! Gimmie more baby," you pant, hands reaching back to grip at his ass, thigh, anything to make him plug deeper into you, your stuffed cunny shrieking and squeking with every of his brutal thrusts, "m-more."
"My pillow princess can't even think straight now, hmm?. She's doing the talking for you now, huh?"
You grind faster, rubbing your clit against the curve of his pelvis, breath hitching in shaky gasps. The way he holds you, the weight of him pressing into your back, makes you lose yourself completely— heat spilling over, body shaking with need.
"Greedy little hole doesn't wanna let me go," he hisses, panting harder now, fucking you through the clench, feeling your now god-knows which-one-orgasm aproach. "A-ahhhh, hear that? Oh yeah, so fucking loud, begging me to fill her up again."
No answer, you're just cumming, squirting against the sheets, orgasm hitting you like a punch in the gut and fuck— he surely is digging in it.
His hand wretch your head up by your neck now, ocean eyes drinking up your agape mouth, lolling out tongue and your fluttering eyes, biting his lip to keep him from cummin in you right then and—
Shit.
Xavier's voice catches in his throat. His head tips back, throat bared. His hands try to grip your waist, then fall limp beside you helplessly, falling right ontop of you as now faint whisps of cum spurt out, meekly adding to the previous buckets of cum resting in your flodded pussy.
And he's still hard.
Well, you don't seem to be satisfied either. Not with your desperate arches, trying to get him to move even though he's fully laying ontop of you, barely leaving you air to breathe.
"O-one more." you purr, one hand trailing down to lock his fingers with yours.
He twitches inside you weakly, shaky sigh escaping him and glassy eyes snapping open.
You still want more?
"You're killing me, princess."
You giggle against the pillow, low lidded eyes shooting him a smug grin, spit painted mouth glisterning.
"Good."
ꪆৎ ZAYNE
In what world could he've known that his sweet little wife could get like this?
Sure, he's always pliant to your needs, always does his best to grant your every wish, make you happy. He'd kiss your ankles if you asked, worship the ground you walked on with no shame at all.
You're his wife, after all. His one and only.
But this? This has his mind fucking reeling.
He's never, not once, seen you like this—wild-eyed and sweat-slicked, mouth parted in shameless moans as you grind yourself up into him with no sign of stopping. Your nails drag hot down his spine, then grip tight around his ass, pulling him into you, holding him there like he might even think to leave.
Like he could.
Zayne groans, loud and ragged, hips stuttering as your soaked, greedy cunt sucks him right back in every time he tries to pull out. You're milking him, clenching down; your body refusing to give him a moment's rest—and it's driving him insane.
"Not e-enough," you gasp, lips brushing the shell of his ear, voice so wrecked it makes his cock twitch inside you. "Need more. Wanna feel your cock deeeeep inside."
Well, he can't complain, to be honest.
"More?" he pants, almost incredulous. But the way he smiles, like he's so far gone on you it hurts says everything needed to be said. "Already fucked my darling wife dumb. Doesn't even know what nasty of a mouth she's got on her now."
You just moan, nodding that fucked-out little head of yours frantically, lips dragging across his throat as you rock your hips up again, taking him even deeper. He moans, losing his rhythm completely, slamming back into you with a helpless sound that borders on a whimper.
Your light chuckle sweels his heart—and cock. You kiss his cheek, sweet and breathless. "Yours, Zayne. All yours. Now give it ta' me."
You've done it now. You broke your poor husband's brain.
Before you can blink, he's flipped you over, your knees pressed into the mattress, arms trembling under your weight. You barely register the movement before his leaking tip is already forcing its way back in, sliding through your slick pussy.
He spanks you. Hard.
"You want more?"
"Oh fuckkk yes, I—!"
But he's not talking to you. His gazes falls directly down to your greedy cunny sucking him in, examining the mess that drip drip drips down your legs and onto the sheets.
"Want me to ruin my pretty wife, huh?"
He snarls at your snug cunny and takes the loud squelch! as an answer, bracing his hands on both of your ass cheeks, spreading you wiiiide to get a better view.
"Alright. Then take it, you nasty girl."
Skin slapping skin, his hips driving forward in brutal, punishing thrusts, fucking you with none of that usual sweetness of his. Just raw, filthy. You cry out, over and over, face buried in the sheets, hands clawing for purchase, head spinning with dizziness.
God, you're husband's out of this world. You're not even sure what you did to deserve a man like him.
"I'll take it, all of it!" you sob, hips pushing back to meet his every thrust. "Want it all, Zayne! W-wanna feel all hot and full inside—!"
He actually growls like some beast, ramming his cock damn near into your poor womb, and you scream when his hand snakes down and smacks your clit, a wet slap! followed by furious circles that make your thighs quake.
"You like that, don't you?" he growls, head falling to the crook of your neck to sink his teeth into your shoulder, earning a shriek. "Like me pounding you stupid while your pretty little cunt begs for more?"
You nod frantically, sobbing, helpless to the way your orgasm starts to crest, so tight and fast, your walls spasming around him, trying to milk him again.
"My wife's talking outta her pussy again, huh?" he huffs, snapping his hips harder, tip forming a deep buldge in your tummy. "Sloppy little hole just keeps begging. She's so loud, baby."
Your orgasm slams into you like a wave, shattering you completely. Your arms give out under the weight of it, body collapsing onto the soaked sheets as your cunt gushes around him, spraying down your thighs in a messy rush, soaking his cock and making a lewd, slick sound as he fucks you through it. And he doesn't even slow down, just drives in harder, chasing his own end with vicious rams.
"Want more, Zayne... please,"
Voice wrecked and slurred, your body's still trembling from the last orgasm. You're soaked, dripping, stretched and raw, but that greedy little pulse in your cunt won't stop—you're still needy, still aching.
Zayne's panting above you, face flushed, hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. He’s still buried to the hilt inside you, cock twitching, cum leaking out around the base with every tiny clench of your slick walls.
"W-what about a quick break, darling? Promise I'll—"
"N-noooo," you whine, lip wobbling, eyes stinging as water builds at your lash line, hipsalready back to rutting and arching back into him, his fresh seed spilling from your overflowed hole. “Pleaseee, baby. Want more, my husband's fucking me soooo good."
"Alright then."
His voice is wrecked, but the second he sees the tears in your eyes and the desperate grind of your hips against his, he snaps. Whatever doubt or exhaustion he had left is gone.
He leans in close, presses wet kisses to your cheek as his thrusts get messier and more frantic. "Happy wife," his cock twitches deep inside you, mushroomy head pulsating with fatigue, spurting the last remnats of his whispy cum,
nsfw (18+). this is the ovulation talking sorry in advance. today's fic will be a bit different than the usual; the entire piece consists of only dialogue (aka filthy filthy indulgent dirty talk). includes unprotected sex, implied marathon sex, squirting, usage of gege, caleb has a breeding kink (what's new). likes and reblogs will be very appreciated!
“Hey, keep it all inside. Squeeze that pussy for me. Yeah, that's right... fuck... feels so good...”
“Who knew you would be such a slut? Moaning so shamelessly — mm, yeah, move just like that — I could hear you all the way from my room.”
“You didn't... ngh...! Didn't even close the door properly. I could see you fucking yourself on your fingers and making a mess of your sheets. Just like here, see? So fucking soaked. You act all coy but you're a squirter.”
“Haha, did you just cum again? So cute. You're practically cumming every time I thrust. You like it here? Hm? You like it when I rub your clit? Ah, you squeezed me so tightly.”
“Feels good, huh? Should've fucked you a long time ago if I knew you were such a whore. Every time you bent down and I saw your panties, you drove me crazy. I had to jerk off in the bathroom to calm down. If I knew you liked dick so much, I would've just had my way with you right then and there.”
“You're so messy, pips... I'm covered in your juices. Everything's so sticky. But you like it when we get dirty, right? Come on, cum. Cum, cum, cum... shit, there we go. That's a good girl. I love it when you clamp around me.”
“Stick out your tongue.”
“Mm... ngh... more... open your mouth... you taste so sweet... Wanna eat you out again...”
“Do you want it? Want my tongue licking up your wet pussy again? You came so much in just half an hour, haha. Squealing so much when I hadn't even gotten my cock inside you.”
“Mn... so good, you feel so fucking good... Your tits are bouncing each time I thrust inside, hah.”
“Do you think our neighbors heard us? Heard you screaming my name? It felt so good, right? Ah, ah... I wanna stay like this forever, just cumming inside you... Mn... You feel so good around my cock...”
“Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum again. Do you want another creampie? Huh? Gege's going to cum inside you. I'm going to cum so hard, you're gonna get knocked up.”
“Ah, hn, fuck, here it comes... gege's cumming inside... oh, fuck...!”
“Shit, my hips can't stop moving on their own— fuck, take every drop of my cum, baby— yeah, that's right, fuck!”
“Open your mouth, hn, ah... mn... ngh... This feels so good... You're so fucking sexy...”
“One more... Come on, don't pass out on me. We can't stop here, we're going all night.”
“Fuck, you're so full with my cum, it's crazy. You're so fucking hot... gege's gonna plug your hole with his cock, okay?”
“Your clit is so hard, it looks like a small dick. Feels good when I rub it, yeah?”
“Your nipples are so sensitive, lemme suck them.”
“Mn... If I suck hard enough, will milk come out? Haha, I'm just kidding.”
“Hn... ahh... so good... you're so good for me... my pretty girl... all mine... Love it when your pussy sucks my cock back in...”
“Haha, you're so loud. You really want everyone to hear us, don't you? Adam lives just beside us, you know. Poor guy's going to get jealous if he sees you bouncing on my cock. He's always had a stupid little crush on you.”
“Hm? Why would I be jealous? I'm the one fucking you right now. I'm the only one you'll be fucking from now on.”
“You liked that, didn't you? You just clenched around me so tight. Do that again, fuck...”
“Shit, princess, you're dripping all over my balls, haha. So damn messy. Since you already ruined the sheets, I'll make you cum so much, you'll turn crazy.”
“Hah, this pussy was made for me... god, you're so fucking cute...”
“Go on, cum. Gege's gonna ruin you until I'm the only one you can think about.”
(I did not edit this picture. Weverse literally just dropped it and I’m so lazy)
Title: Pathetic
Summary:
When your best friend Jeongyeon drags you to a frat party, you aren’t expecting much. Certainly not to be fucked dumb by notorious man whore Yoon Jeonghan, but hey, what happens at a frat party, stays at a frat party.
Simplified tags: 6k words, Porn with Plot, frat boy!Jeonghan, college student!y/n, best friend!Jeongyeon, soft!dom to hard!dom Jeonghan, mean!Jeonghan (and y/n loves it), submissive!y/n, female!y/n (sorry gender-neutral friends), heavy degradation, light masochist!y/n, sadist!Jeonghan, mild pain kink, vaginal fingering, creampie, spitting, slapping, big dick!Jeonghan, blowjob, mentions of aftercare but I don’t write it happening he just says what he’ll do
Warnings: This fic is filthy, dub con (I personally think that the consent is explicit enough but I’m tagging it this way just to be careful since it is intense), Jeonghan is a fiend. There is spitting, a creampie, degredation, like Jeonghan calls you pathetic. You thank him for him treating you like trash. There is after care but there is also light slapping, I’m serious this is literally the filthiest thing I have ever written. I’m embarrassed to have written it, and I hope that the five people who like things like this enjoy it. Jeonghan starts off as a soft!dom, but quickly turns to a hard!dom
I have this… secret blog that I wrote one story on cause I was embarrassed by it and didn’t want it to be on this blog and on that blog I asked if anyone wanted this kind of fic and I had like twelve people like the post so here we go.
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“Really Jeonghan? Another fling that you just dropped for no reason?” Seungcheol asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Jeonghan hummed as he placed another lego block together, glancing over at the instructions for the house that he was building.
contém: dilf!wonwoo e professora!reader; age gap (23/35); filho!lee chan (porque todo mundo sabe que o dino é o dongsaeng favorito do wonwoo); smut: manhadling, dirty talk, spit kink, sexo em um ambiente publico (banheiro); sexo sem preservativo (não façam isso em casa, crianças); apelido (docinho); degradação e rough sex; mirror sex.
contagem de palavras: 3,5k
nota da autora: pensando nesse dilf 24 horas por dia 7 dias por semana. espero que vocês gostem e que tenha valido a pena a espera. 💖
Era impossível um homem usando óculos de grau, terno e camisa branca ser tão atraente. Era ainda mais improvável que ele fosse também o que você deduzia ser um bom pai, que estava a pelo menos dez minutos ponderando sobre qual dos bonecos militares ele deveria levar de brinde junto do iogurte. Ele aparentava estar na casa dos trinta, talvez final dos trinta, e era alto, esguio, com uma aparência geral austera, mas um olhar gentil em direção às figuras de ação na mão e um biquinho nos lábios em sinal de frustração. Enquanto selecionava seus tomates, você o viu desistir e colocar várias bandejas do líquido dentro do carrinho de supermercado. “Sem chance” você riu, desacreditada e talvez pensando demais com seus ovários.
Vocês se encontraram de novo no caixa e dessa vez foi pega encarando a quantidade ilógica de bebida de morango. O homem sorriu, meio sem graça e coçou a nuca.
“Eu não consegui escolher qual boneco levar.”
“Nessa quantidade, se você não consumir logo, pode estragar. A não ser que você tenha um time de futebol em casa.”
Ele riu e balançou a cabeça positivamente, se dando conta que você estava redondamente certa. “Não. Só um mesmo.”
Você apontou para o boneco vestido de vermelho com uma bandeira na mão. “As crianças adoram esse hoje em dia. Pelo menos os meus alunos são malucos por ele.” o homem disse um “ah” quase silencioso junto com uma expressão meio surpresa.
“Acho que você escuta isso todo dia, mas… Você é bem jovem pra ser professora.” seu riso de resposta foi um misto de vergonha e indignação.
“E você é bem jovem pra ser pai.” a risada rouca te pegou desprevenida.
“Eu não sou tão jovem quanto pareço.” ele coçou a barba que crescia e você não viu nenhuma aliança.
“Nem eu.” você umedeceu os lábios e o encarou, esperando que tivesse ficado claro que nesse caso, então, vocês não tinham um problema. Ele te encarou de volta, por cima dos óculos agora, e suas entranhas se retorceram.
“Vou confiar em você, então. Sobre o personagem.” e começou a descartar parte dos iogurtes.
“Pode confiar. Eu sou boa no meu trabalho.”
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As crianças, com suas mãozinhas gordinhas e testas suadas, balançavam as cinturas no ritmo da música dos bichinhos da floresta e dos bichinhos da fazenda pela décima vez na última meia hora. Era difícil controlá-los quando ficavam obcecados por algum tema, mas ao mesmo tempo exigia deles um gasto de energia muito útil enquanto você esperava que o período acabasse e principalmente enquanto terminava de organizar cada uma das agendas para os pais. Quando a música terminou mais uma vez, e pela janelinha da porta você viu alguns familiares se movimentarem do lado de fora da sala, você desligou o aparelho e pediu que guardassem os materiais na mochila.
Todos já tinham ido embora quando você percebeu Chan no fundo da sala, sentado no tapete feito de quebra-cabeças coloridos, observando os pontinhos com sementes que vocês haviam plantado mais cedo.
“Quem vem te buscar hoje, Chan?” você se ajoelhou perto dele, olhando também para a terra recém regada.
Concentrado, ele demorou para responder, mas quando entendeu a pergunta a resposta veio rápida e com um sorriso genuíno. “Meu pai.”
“Sério? Que legal, meu amor!” você arrumou o cabelo dele enquanto dividia a alegria. Chan tinha se transferido para a escolha faziam alguns meses e você ainda não tinha conhecido nenhum dos pais, apesar disso o menino parecia receber bastante atenção em casa e as mensagens enviadas diariamente sobre como ele havia se comportado eram respondidas sem falta. Ele era uma criança mais introvertida, então mesmo depois de algumas sondagens foi difícil conseguir alguma informação sobre quem cuidava dele. Vocês brincavam com a casinha de madeira quando alguém bateu na porta e a abriu, Chan se levantou em um pulo e correu em direção à pessoa.
“Pai!”
O homem riu e o pegou no colo, o abraçando com força, e escondendo o rosto na curva do pescoço do filho. Você se levantou, esticando o avental e entrando no modo profissional que você usava sempre precisava interagir com um responsável, que foi para o ralo quando você percebeu quem era o pai de Chan.
“Você…” ele riu sem graça, tentando processar sua presença.
“Você!” Era o cara dos trezentos iogurtes. Melhor, o pai dos trezentos iogurtes. “Que coincidência, não?”
“Eu não acredito em coincidências.” disse arrumando o peso do menino ainda pendurado em seus ombros e se segurando para que o sorriso de satisfação não ficasse ainda maior. Você só conseguia pensar em como ele também lembrava de você e como isso era perfeito.
“Tá…” você sorriu estranhamente tímida pela situação, pelo modo como ele tinha dito o que disse, pelo olhar pesado sob você.
“Prô.” Chan te chamou.
“Oi, meu amor.”
“Eu… Esqueci de guardar o meu material.” o olhar do menino, preocupado, se revezava em analisar as suas feições e as do pai.
“Tudo bem, querido, você pode guardar agora. Vai lá.” Chan desceu do colo do homem e correu para a mesa no fundo da sala.
“Wonwoo. Meu nome é Wonwoo.” ele limpou a garganta com um tossindo e escutou você dizer o seu, com a expressão mais serena. Ele vestia um casaco pesado de veludo marrom que cobria boa parte do tronco e ia até os joelhos, e todas as outras peças de roupas, camisa, calça e sapato eram pretas. Os óculos que te lembram o jeito como ele te olhou na última vez, hoje combinavam com todo o resto e dava a ele um semblante íntegro e bastante maduro que fazia você querer ignorar seu dever de respeitá-lo como um pai. Wonwoo, por algum motivo, despertava em você um desejo peralta de arrancar uma reação desinibida dele, de ver como ele ficaria se você o tirasse do sério.
“Fico feliz em conhecer você. Digo, conhecer o pai do Chan.”
Ele te olhou atentamente com um sorriso crescente de desconfiança. “Mudei de emprego recentemente pra conseguir passar mais tempo com ele. Vou buscá-lo a partir de agora.” você assentiu em silêncio, olhando o garoto procurar pelo tênis nos cantos do cômodo e voltando a encará-lo.
“Ele é a sua cara. A mãe deve ficar com ciúmes." comentou despretensiosamente, mas investigando as circunstâncias.
“Ela não convive com ele.” você confirmou com um “entendi” baixo, da mesma forma que ele tinha feito dias atrás quando descobriu sua profissão.
Chan apareceu com a mochila nas costas e segurou a mão de Wonwoo, em silêncio. “Vamos?” o pai perguntou e ele assentiu, animado. “Até segunda.”
Confusa, você se questionou se tinha escutado corretamente. Ele te veria segunda? “Eles têm aula normal na segunda, né?”
Você riu, sem graça por sua imaginação ser tão fértil. “Sim, eles têm. Até segunda, Chan.” ele balançou os dedinhos na sua direção e puxou o pai porta a fora. Estática, você os assistiu percorrer o corredor e se perguntou qual era o dia do mês e quanto faltava para o seu próximo ciclo.
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“Dilf? É assim que vocês chamam hoje em dia?” você riu do comentário inocente e inesperado da sua ex-colega de trabalho. “Você sabe, quando um homem é mais velho, mas ainda tem aquilo.”
“Por aí.” você a ofereceu sua expressão de ouvinte, a incentivando a falar mais sobre o cara com quem ela pretendia te juntar. As pessoas conversavam em um tom ameno enquanto ouviam a música ambiente do jantar em comemoração aos 30 anos de casamento da sua ex-coordenadora e amiga de longa data.
“Então. Ótima pessoa também. Meu marido conhece ele há bastante tempo, eles têm uma relação parecida com a nossa.”
“Uma relação parecida do tipo ‘seu marido forneceu o primeiro porre dele e depois o levou em uma boate com homens seminus?’” ela riu alto, vivenciando novamente as lembranças daquela noite e de te deu um tapa no ombro.
“Mais ou menos isso. Você vai gostar dele, faz seu tipo.”
“Quando eu disse que gostava de caras mais velhos você sabe que eu não ‘tava falando de senhores, né?.”
Sua amiga balançou a cabeça, o rosto sem acreditar na sua falta de confiança nela. “Ele não é tão velho assim.” você contraiu os ombros, se justificando pelo excesso de cuidado. “Opa, ele chegou. Nossa, como ele tá lindo, acho que vou roubar pra mim.” disse com melancolia enquanto olhava na direção da porta para qual você estava de costas.
“Pelo amor de Deus, essa é literalmente a festa do seu aniversário de-” e quando seu rosto foi para o mesmo sentido você gargalhou. Com uma blusa preta de gola V aberta até metade do peito, os cabelos em um textura molhada e a porcaria daqueles óculos, Wonwoo cumprimentava o marido da sua amiga. Ele sorria, acanhado com algum comentário embaraçoso do mais velho e vinha de encontro a você. Quando seus olhares se encontraram e ele te reconheceu, vocês trocaram alguns segundos de uma cumplicidade divertida e instigadora e o que aconteceria a partir de agora seria um show de horrores. No bom sentido, claro.
“O quê? Eu casei, mas não tô morta. Oi, querido, como você tá?” sua amiga o cumprimentou com um abraço rápido e ele devolveu o gesto com carinho.
“Bem, muito bem.” ele não parava de te olhar, como se quisesse terminar esse diálogo o mais rápido possível e continuar de onde vocês tinham parado. “A cada vez que te vejo você parece mais nova e mais bonita.” as palavras saíram sem alvo. Elas eram para você ou para sua amiga? Talvez para as duas.
“Oh, não seja tão charmoso, vou acabar ficando vermelha.” o risinho afetado e o tapinha na mão dele te surpreendeu. Então ele tinha o mesmo efeito em todas. Você devia ter imaginado. “Essa é minha amiga de quem te falei. Ela não é tão bonita quanto eu te disse?”
Vocês apertaram as mãos, ambos tentando conter uma crise de riso e ao mesmo tempo não deixar escapar a quase ligação que vocês já tinham. “Muito mais.” você desviou o olhar, sentindo suas orelhas esquentarem mais pela dúvida do que eles haviam conversado na sua ausência do que pelo elogio espontâneo.
“Vou buscar uma bebida pra você, querido.” ela anunciou quando o marido apareceu com um copo para Wonwoo. “Então vou buscar uma pra mim! Fiquem à vontade, viu?” e saiu de braço dado com o companheiro.
“Então…” ele se sentou ao seu lado no sofá, descansando um dos cotovelos no encosto. “Você encontra os pais dos seus alunos com essa frequência fora da escola ou…”
“Ah, não. Aparentemente só com que são bem gostosos.” seu comentário com o tom natural como se falasse do clima o fez engasgar com o whisky. “E olha, não são muitos.”
“Ok. Sem perder tempo.” o corpo dele se aproximou mais do seu, o braço que antes estava encostado agora se posicionou ao redor da sua nuca, mas sem te tocar. O perfume masculino te alcançou e todo o resto do mundo parecia ter o cheiro dele e o jeito que ele te olhava, como se você fosse dele, te fazia acreditar que era mesmo.
“O quê? Você achou que eu ia ser do tipo tímida ou insegura só por que sou mais nova que você?”
“Eu não sou tão velho assim, não me trata desse jeito.” ele pediu, abaixando a guarda por um segundo.
Você fez um biquinho, fingindo chateação. “Poxa, mas eu quero tanto.” o sorriso sacana dele em resposta fez o centro das suas pernas arder em ansiedade.
Wonwoo entendeu. As posições de cada um no jogo te excitava, você queria o pacote completo da experiência e ele ficaria feliz em te dar. “Então você é do tipo que gosta de tomar bronca quando é atrevida.” disse molhando os lábios na bebida.
“Eu sou do tipo que não fecho minha boca e preciso de uma boa bronca.” disse encarando os dedos dele enrolados no copo. Wonwoo respirou fundo, olhando o ambiente e sentiu um alívio passageiro quando percebeu que ninguém se importava com vocês.
“E o que a gente tá esperando?”
“Você eu não sei, mas eu tô esperando que o destino me dê alguns sinais mais claros, porque diferente de você eu acredito em coincidências. Ainda mais quando elas parecem que podem calar a minha boca do jeito que eu gosto.” você tomou o copo da mão dele e deu uma golada.
A boca dele se abriu como se algo fosse sair, mas em vez disso ele a aproximou da sua orelha, com o sangue frio como gelo. “Mais claro do que isso só se eu levantar essa sua saia e te comer no meio dessa sala.” um arrepio gostoso provocado pelo hálito quente dele na sua pele levantou todos os pelos da sua nuca, te dando uma sensação de um derretimento prazeroso sem ainda nem ter tocado. Imagina quando tocasse.
Você posicionou o vidro na mesa de centro a sua frente e se levantou, puxando a saia de linho para baixo.
“Onde você vai?”
“Banheiro.”
“Ah tá.”
“Isso não é um aviso, Wonwoo. É um convite."
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Você limpava a maquiagem acumulada no canto do olho, torcendo para que ela estivesse completamente arruinada dentro de alguns minutos, quando Wonwoo trancou a porta atrás de você. Segurou seu pulso e te girou na direção dele, encostando a cintura na sua e te empurrando contra a pia de mármore.
“Droga, tô achando que eu nunca vou me recuperar disso." sussurrou, sentindo ele te apertar ainda mais por cima da manga da blusa e seu corpo ganhar a consistência de uma geleia.
“Você realmente não cala a boca.” com a outra mão segurou seu queixo com força, os dedos afundando a pele do seu rosto, e seu pulso acelerou em resposta.
“Não, é só com você mesmo. Essa sua cara de que nunca faria nada de errado com alguém como eu me dá vontade de bagunçar esse seu cabelo engomadinho.” Wonwoo riu, ainda sem acreditar que a vida tinha colocado alguém tão canalha no caminho dele.
“Olha, garota…”
“Caralho, não me chama assim se não eu gozo.” e rosnou antes de tomar sua boca em um beijo agressivo, com dentes se chocando, os lábios um do outro sendo mordidos e chupados enquanto joelho dele silenciosamente se posicionava entre as suas pernas, roçando a pele por cima do tecido. Você se segurou na cintura dele, enfiando as mãos por dentro da blusa, sentindo a pele fervendo e em seguida desafivelou o cinto dele, com pressa. Wonwoo te observava, se divertindo com a cena enquanto juntava seu cabelo em um punhado, puxando sem pena sua cabeça para trás e te ouvindo gemer indecente.
“Você tá tão ansiosa assim pra ser fodida, hum?” a outra não foi na sua coxa, um tapa estalado e depois um afago no mesmo local, segurando a pele nua entre as unhas. “Pra eu acabar com essa buceta?” você ri só de imaginar, beija o pescoço dele, completamente alucinada pelo toque dele, pelo cheiro, pelo figura muito mais alta e de ombros extensos eclipsando completamente a sua e te dando uma sensação de desaparecimento quando enrolou os braços longos ao redor da sua cintura e colocou sentada em cima da pia, levantando sua saia até quase a altura do tórax e apoiando seus pés na beirada, as pernas excessivamente separadas uma da outra.
Wonwoo apalpou sua calcinha e sentiu o líquido atravessar o tecido e molhar os dedos. Os levou para dentro da sua boca, te fazendo provar seu próprio sabor e puxou a peça para o lado, descobrindo sua entrada brilhando em um visão molhada, esperando por ele. Você o olhava, sem conseguir prever o que ele faria em seguida e o sentimento de estar tão à mercê da vontade dele era atordoante. Ele te colocaria de joelho e te faria chupa-lo até que você implorasse pra ser fodida? Você faria isso a noite toda se ele quisesse.
O que Wonwoo fez por fim te deixou ainda mais alucinada: puxando ainda mais sua calcinha em direção a coxa, juntou os lábios em um biquinho e escorregou uma fina gota de saliva na sua intimidade, puxando depois o tecido para cima com força, mais força do que você gostaria de admitir que gostava, pressionando seu clitóris e te fazendo quase chorar de tesão. Você se segurou do pescoço dele, tentando ao mesmo tempo se equilibrar e não tremer em êxtase quando ele fez de novo, com mais vigor.
“Bem suja, como eu imaginava.” Wonwoo soltou dois tapinhas na sua bochecha, tentando te trazer de volta para a realidade e te fazendo focar nele. Terminou de abrir a própria calça, puxando o pau para fora, e sem aviso se enfiou dentro de você, te dilatando e te atingindo tão fundo para a primeira estocada que você quase não acreditou.
“Wonwoo-” antes que você terminasse de dizer qualquer coisa ele enfiou novamente dois dedos dentro da sua boca, agora quase atingindo o começo da sua garganta, e usou a posição para segurar seu maxilar enquanto separava ainda mais sua pernas e te impedia de cair do móvel com outro braço.
“Olha, docinho, eu vou calar a sua boca como você pediu, tá bom? Então fica bem quietinha pra eu te foder antes que alguém venha atrás da gente.” e seguiu te estufando, com um ritmo aumentando gradativamente, sua boca incapaz de produzir qualquer som que não fosse um chiado abafado, que demonstrasse a quantidade de prazer que você sentia toda vez que a glande te roçava por dentro. Você se limitava a observar o rosto dele e achar graça que, mesmo nesse momento, o máximo de expressão que você conseguia arrancar da feição controlada dele eram algumas rugas na testa suada e um lábio preso entre os dentes. Quando Wonwoo te sentiu sufocá-lo com mais força, em uma reação rápida te desceu e virou sua bunda para ele, afastando seus pés um chute fraco e te fazendo empinar ainda mais.
“Não finja que não tá gostando de me usar assim.” você olhou para ele através do reflexo, seu corpo inteiro sentido o impacto de cada estocada enérgica que ele te dava. Segurou seu cabelo novamente, apoiando sua testa no espelho e encontrando equilíbrio para ser ainda mais bruto. Você chiou, puxando o ar entre os dentes, aproveitando o ardor prazeroso do seu canal se expandindo pouco a pouco antes de dizer “Eu sei que você tá doido pra me xingar. Vai, não fica na vontade.”
“Eu mandei você calar a boca. Vagabunda.” disse antes de prender os dentes na sua nunca e encontrar seu clitóris como os dedos, brincando com o músculo e empurrando sua cintura em choques curtos contra a ele. Você involuntariamente o espremeu com mais força e sentiu um seu peito entrar em ebulição, suas pernas pararam de responder, tentava chamar o nome dele, mas tudo que saia da sua boca eram sons sem qualquer sentido.
“Você mal consegue falar… Só goza pra mim uma vez, vai, quero ver esse rostinho bonito todo bagunçado.” ordenou com a voz ofegante no seu ouvido e você obedeceu com tanta agilidade que ele quase te elogiou. Segurando na borda na pia, você sentiu o corpo tremer ao ser atingida por uma longa e profunda onda de prazer e quase simultaneamente de relaxamento. Wonwoo te segurou com os dois braços, te ajudando a inclinar sob o gabinete, e depois de te meter mais algumas vezes, colocou o membro para fora e se despejou nas suas costas. O grunhindo arrastado e quase dolorido dele enquanto fazia isso embalou a história e fez seus olhinhos brilharem.
Ele se sentou na privada atrás de vocês enquanto te assistia buscar por folhas de papel higiênico para se limpar, respirava pesado como se tivesse acabado de subir vários lances de escada.
“Muito velho pra isso?” você provocou.
Ele agarrou sua perna e te puxou para sentar no colo dele. “Velho não, experiente.”
an: gender neutral reader to the best of my ability but taehyun does "top" so if ur uncomfy with that pls don't read!! barebacking, tummy bulging (a little), etc etc., lol
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you flip to your stomach, cheek smushed into your pillow. you can't get comfortable. you've spent thirty minutes lying here in a dozen different positions, and your body feels lit up from the inside out.
taehyun is lying next to you. he isn't asleep; after nearly a year of dating, you've memorized what his breathing sounds like when he's conscious versus not. he's started sighing each time you fidget, and you're sure he's going to snap any moment now but you just can't help it. you're feeling restless– the prospect of him leaving for japan in just a few days looms over your head, and sleep can't seem to find you.
you just keep thinking about him, which is– it isn't new; he's always on your mind. but now, this time, you miss him before he's even left.
your leg twitches, foot tapping against the mattress. next come your hands, fingers digging into the sheet. finally, you flip to your right side, your back to taehyun, and he groans aloud.
"for the love of god," he starts, and you immediately feel bad because he sounds tired. "what's wrong with you tonight?"
"don't know," you huff. his arm slinks over your waist, tugging you closer to him, you ass flush to his hips. you relax a little beneath his touch, some of the tension seeping out of you. "just have a lot on my mind, i guess."
he presses his lips to your shoulder, soft. "you wanna talk about it?"
"no," you say, quick. and then, "maybe? i don't know." you twist around in his arms, facing him now. his hand comes up to sweep across your cheekbone. "i think i just miss you."
he looks surprised. his eyes widen a little, whites catching the moon's beams in the dark as his brows lift up, up.
"do i seem like i'm being distant?" he asks. and there it is– the attentiveness. he's constantly trying to be the best he can be for you. asks you what he can do better all the time, and never stops trying to learn more about you no matter how much time passes.
"no, you're perfect as usual," you sigh, and when he opens his mouth to disagree, you rush out your words to cut him off. "i just– you're leaving for tour soon. seems like you just got home. i guess 'm just gonna miss sleeping next to you."
his eyes go soft, brown irises deep and warm as his mouth twists into a small smile. "baby," he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, chin, nose. "baby, baby," he rolls you over so that you're on your back, his elbows boxing you in as he leans over you. "we've still got a few more days together, and i'm gonna call you all the time when i'm gone. you're gonna be so annoyed."
"no," you pout, gently punching his shoulder. "you could never annoy me."
he tucks his nose into your neck, lips trailing up the column of your throat as he breathes you in, chest expanding. you rest your hands on his shoulders, before sliding your palms down to the small of his back. he's big and strong and toned, but he's lean, too, and sometimes he feels so small against you.
"i could...try and tire you out?" he murmurs against the shell of your ear. his hot breath against your skin makes you shiver, and you involuntarily tug him closer. his hips press against yours.
"and how would you do that?" you ask, intrigued. the other boys are home, but they're all asleep most likely, and you and taehyun know how to keep quiet. most of the time.
"well," he leaves a chaste kiss to the center of your lips, his cheeks a little flushed. "if you can't sleep, how about we kiss?"
things always start so innocently with him. it's not that he's innocent– he's proven to you a million and one ways (and in about six different positions) over the last year that he isn't. but he's so delicate in the way that he goes about it; he still blushes bright pink when you take your clothes off for him, and your kisses get him hard in a matter of moments. he is easy to please simply because he loves you, and you find his adoration so charming.
"i couldn't say no to you, even if i wanted to," you tell him, and there's a flash of a smile on his face, mouth slightly upturned, before you're tugging him down for a real kiss.
from here, it's almost too easy.
he is sweet in the way that he opens up for you the moment you twine your fingers in his hair. his body curls towards you like a flower seeking out the sun, chest pressed to yours, elbows shaking as he holds himself up. his lips are soft, plush against your own, and he's content to let you take the lead but will try and steal it back from you if you're not careful. your fingers tug soft at his hair, smoothing their way down his scalp, and he exhales through his nose.
when his lips part for you, mouth opening as it slots with yours, he tastes and smells of mint toothpaste. you go slow with him, always slow, tongue sweeping across his bottom lip before carefully sliding into his mouth. he presses back against you, wet and wanton, tiny whine bubbling in his throat as you lick across his teeth. he falls apart in moments, seconds when it comes to you, and his eagerness is so, so hot.
you gently push at his shoulder, and he reluctantly pulls away from you to fall onto his back. you climb into his lap, legs spread as you get settled, and god, god he's already hard against you, leaking through his boxers. though you've hardly even started making out yet, you know how the night is going to end; neither of you can help yourselves around each other, and he's all smooth, lean arms peeking through a white muscle tank, and gray briefs stained dark with precome.
you kiss down his jaw, tongue lapping at the sensitive curve of his ear before your teeth gently tug at his lobe. he's breathing hard now– you're well aware of how much he likes to be kissed here, and his breathy little whimpers paint the air fiery red.
your hands shuck his shirt up, revealing his toned tummy. his abs twitch beneath your touch, and you lean back to really take him in. he's tanned recently, pretty and golden, and you curl your fingers as you rake your nails down his skin just to see the pink marks they leave behind.
"oh," he breathes, hips bucking beneath you of their own volition, nearly throwing you off balance. "what are you-" you roll your hips down against his cock, and his head falls back, hair splayed across his pillow like a halo. "fuck– 'm supposed to be tiring you out, not the other way around."
"you'll have plenty of time to tire me out when you're fucking me," you say, shrugging easily.
he positively moans at that, and you feel his cock twitch against you as he squeezes his eyes shut tight.
"you can't just say stuff like that," he complains, though there's no real malice in it. "you have no idea what you're doing to me."
"you sure?" you tease, fingertips trailing over the head of his cock through his boxers. he exhales sharply. "god, hyunnie, i don't– how are you so hard already?"
"it's you," he says fast. his hands come up to rest on your waist, fingertips sliding beneath your t-shirt. "'s always you. something about you just...i can't help it. i always want you so bad."
you smile a little, cheeks warm. you push his shirt up further, nipples hardening the moment they're exposed to the cool air, and you watch as his mouth falls open as your thumb sweeps across one of them. he's so sensitive to touch, whether it be a fleeting kiss or his cock sliding into you– he always reacts strongly. you bend forward, taking one of the little nubs between your teeth as your fingers pinch at the other. his hips jerk, tummy tensing beneath you as he whines, high-pitched and needy.
after a moment, he slides a hand through your hair, gently pulling you off. you leave a trail of saliva behind, and he catches it with his thumb.
"want you now, please," he says, polite and sweet and quiet. your heart flutters in your chest. "it's been so long since i- since we, i mean-"
"since you were inside of me?" you finish for him, cocking your head to the side. he nods, once, tips of his ears burning red, and you know he's right. between preparations for the japanese leg of their current tour and general livestreams, school, and dance practices, he's been busier than you've ever seen him. the most you've done in weeks is some frottage here, and some oral there. you like getting on your knees for him just before he passes out from exhaustion, but you've admittedly missed the intimacy of full-blown sex.
"sorry," he says, and you frown, unsure as to what he's even apologizing for. he continues before you're able to ask. "i don't want to push you. i know i'm being needy tonight, i just– you never stop being amazing to me, and i've missed you. truthfully, i'm exhausted, but i really just need to be close to you."
"baby, shh," you cup his face between your hands, squishing his cheeks. "you have nothing to apologize for. i want you too, okay? just as bad."
"really?" he asks, slightly distorted as you squeeze his cheeks a little harder.
you grin, leaning down to kiss him. "really."
he is quiet for a moment, just looking at you, and your hands fall away from his face. his brown eyes shine, lips curled into a smile, and he finally says, "just wanna be close to you tonight."
"alright," you nod. you climb off of his lap, lying on your back. with your fist curled in his t-shirt, you tug him on top of you once more. "so be close to me, then. take what you need."
his face cools into something blank, eyes dark, and he murmurs lowly, "darling, you don't mean that."
you swallow, steeling yourself. "i do. i want– i just want to give you everything, hyunnie. so...take what you need."
he is swift when he wants something, fingers working fast against the tie of your pajama pants. they're tugged down past your knees before you're even able to blink, your underwear going next. the air is so cold, goosebumps breaking out across your thighs, but his hands are there, on you, so warm as they smooth over your skin. he fumbles around haphazardly in his bedside drawer, bottle of lube secured between his fingers. he likes to be extra careful with you, prepared to the fullest, as he always wants to make sure that you're comfortable.
"we've gotta be quiet, okay?" he says, slicking his long fingers up. your eyes go fuzzy as you stare at them. "because of the others."
"i know," you manage to get out, throat suddenly dry. it clicks as you swallow, and his fingers prod against your entrance, careful.
"ready?" he asks, and you nudge him with your knee, urging him on. you wish he'd stop talking, wish he'd fill you up, and he brushes his fingers against your slick opening without actually pushing them inside. "i asked you a question, sweetheart."
"yeah," you nod fast, a tad breathless. your heart feels like it's going to explode. "'m ready, please, just– hurry, hyunnie."
and, well. he's always been a sucker for a little bit of begging. you know it as well as he does, and it works like a charm. he slides two fingers into you right away, curling up, up, pushing deep as he scissors you open. your back arches, spine bowing as you gasp, loud, and he uses his free hand to pin your hips to the mattress.
"lie still," he tsks, shaking his head.
he slowly pulls his fingers out of you almost all the way before shoving them back in, fast. he spreads them as he works, making sure to stretch you properly, and when he adds a third, you shove your knuckles between your teeth to muffle the noises that you're making.
"god," he sighs, dreamy and low, "you're so tight. it's been too long. wanna be inside you now."
he's never usually impatient; likes to take his time with you despite how much he whines and whimpers, but you see the way his cock twitches beneath his boxers each time you squeeze around his fingers, and you're aching to be filled just as much as he's yearning to fill you. you reach out, fingers curling at his waistband, tugging his boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free. you don't have the patience to wrestle them off of him, and it seems that he doesn't either. he slides his fingers out of you, wiping them on the bedsheets, and just as quick, he's lining the head of his cock up with your entrance.
"i really wanted to go slow with you," he whispers, airy, "but i don't have the patience tonight. hope that's okay with you."
you chuckle, chest filling with warmth as you card your fingers through his hair. he is so pretty, so kind, and you're so deeply in love with him that it almost hurts.
"so long as you're inside of me, like, now," you say, "i don't mind that you don't go slow."
he wastes no more time, one hand holding himself up with the other curled around his cock. he guides himself into you, and you hold your breath as he slides in, nice and slick, until you feel him in your tummy. he bottoms out at a gradual pace, careful not to hurt you, and you reach down to prod at your abdomen, pressing at the head of his cock through your belly.
"shit, don't," he snatches your wrist, pinning your hand to the bed. "i'll come," he says, strained.
"so fast?" you say through a smile, only teasing him. he fixes you with a glare, but it's mostly harmless. "baby can't control himself when he's inside of me, huh?"
you've never seen his face get so red in all the time you've known him. he slaps a hand over your mouth, brows furrowed, and drills into you deep enough that you go sliding up the bed with a moan.
"stop talking," he utters, voice pitched. "you're so– 'm gonna make you shut up. just keep still and let me fuck you, okay?"
you don't even have the chance to think of something smart to say. the moment he pulls his hand away from your mouth, his cock drags nearly all the way out of you before he jerks forward, fucking into you hard. the rhythm he sets is smooth, relentless, and his knees dig into the mattress as he grabs hold of your hip, fucking in, out, in, out; consistent and quick and sharp. he never falters, never stops, perfection seeping into everything that he does. he is a try-hard except he doesn't even really try, and he knows exactly how to angle his cock to send you reeling each and every time.
you'd told him to take what he needed, had been earnest about it, and he seems to be forgoing inhibitions and actually doing it. he doesn't stop to voice his worries about hurting you as he so often does when the two of you do this, maybe partially because he knows he isn't, but also because you'd told him to take, and he's listening. he fucks into you fast, hips jerking, cock twitching as he fills you up, and he's making these heady little whimpers, whining high in the back of his throat. you can't get enough of them. he hardly stops to catch a breath, solely focused on the way that his cock slides into you and seems to fit so right.
"i like you like this," you tell him, hardly able to speak as your stomach curls with pleasure, but you just have to tell him. he needs to know. "love seeing you be a little bit selfish. i want you to feel good, hyunnie. want you to take and take until your satisfied, okay?"
he nods fast, jerky, hair flopping against his forehead. he's beyond words now; you know it simply by looking at him, all creased brows, mouth falling open as he moans. you're not going to last long at this pace; have never been one to come from his cock alone, but tonight is going to be different. your tummy twists with each thrust, and you peek down to watch as your stomach positively bulges with his cock.
you pull him down for a kiss, all teeth and tongue, his canines sharp as you lap at them. he shudders against you, biting at your bottom lip as his rhythm falters just a bit, just for a second. he thrusts into you once, twice, three times in quick succession, crying out into your mouth each and every time. your body jerks with his movements, limp against the mattress, fingernails digging into the sheets.
"tell me," you breathe, half delirious, nipping at taehyun's throat. "come on, baby. you have to– need you to tell me."
he doesn't ask what you're talking about. just takes one look at you, and he knows.
"i love you," he manages to get out, hardly above a whisper. he sounds broken, fucked, and you bite down hard at the base of his neck, teeth pinching and sharp. "god, fuck, i love you. you drive me crazy."
"me too," you tell him. you pull him back by his hair so that you can meet his gaze. his eyes are big and wild. "love you, too. 'm gonna miss you."
"no," he shakes his head, and his hips buck forward pathetically, cock twitching inside of you. "you're not allowed. 'm not gonna give you the chance to miss me. i'm gonna fill you up with my come, gonna bruise your pretty hips so that you'll always be thinking of me."
"christ," you breathe, stuttered.
taehyun is precise in the way that he drills into you again, again, again, tenacious and unrelenting. his hips meet yours hard, and he holds you in place so that you're unable to squirm away. there will certainly be bruises; the kinds of marks you'll press your fingertips to when he's gone, dildo buried up to the hilt as you think about him. he uses one hand to grab your wrist, twining your fingers together, and when he presses the back of your hand into the mattress, you let him use you as leverage to fuck into you faster.
in an impressive show of strength (a little bit show-offey if you do say so yourself), he uses his other arm to sweep under the small of your back, lifting you so that your hips are floating slightly above the mattress. the angle sends him impossibly deep faster than you're able to keep up with, and his cock pierces into you once, twice, before your back bows, and you're coming all over his length, and the sheets.
he's so good about it, slowing down while you ride it out so as not to overstimulate you. you can't seem to stop, shockwaves of pleasure burning bright in your stomach, all the way down to your toes as you come and come.
"you can keep going," you tell him, not fully recovered yet, words shaky around the edges.
he doesn't ask you if you're sure; is far too gone for that. he pushes your knees to your chest, the stretch uncomfortable but bearable as his cock works into your hole fast. his hips have lost their rhythm enough so that you're able to tell that he's close, and you want to get him there. want him to fill you up so much so that his come spills out of you the moment his cock isn't pushing it in anymore.
your teeth work at his ear, jaw, his neck– wherever you can reach. you're careful not to leave marks, but you know he likes a little bit of pain. you bite when you can get away with it, relishing in the way the sting makes his cock twitch, weeping precome inside of you.
it's a tug to his hair the same moment you nip at his ear that really does him in. you see the moment it happens, plateau reached. his mouth goes slack, popped open enough to reveal a cherry red tongue, little incisors on show. his stomach tenses, flexing, and he trembles against you as his cock slides into you so fucking smooth, so easy.
"oh," he whimpers, and then, "oh, i can't– baby, i'm-"
he doesn't need to finish his sentence. you know he's close as his cock seems to swell impossibly further inside of you. he drops to his elbows, nose nudging your temple as his hips buck frantically, desperate.
"baby," he whimpers into your ear, broken, "baby, baby, oh-"
he comes with a moan so loud your eyes go wide. you scramble to slap your hand over his mouth, but that doesn't deter him. he cries out, high and shaky, cock jerking as he pumps into you a handful of times, filling you up. you feel it each time it spurts from his length, hot and thick, painting your insides. he rocks into you all of the way, hips flushed to your ass, before he drops. he's careful not to put all of his weight on you, but he's clearly tired, and the little whimpers he makes as his spent cock spreads his come around inside of you have you flushing down to your chest.
you could fall asleep like this, you think, him pressed to your chest like a weighted blanket. you feel sticky and sweaty but full, and the thought of him pulling out of you is even less appealing than him going on tour.
he must feel the same way because he nuzzles into you, sleepy and yawning, eyelashes tickling your neck. his arms curl around your waist, your hands sweeping through his messy hair, and his little breaths puff hot against your throat not even a full minute later.
and if you wake up in the morning feeling fully-rested to a group text from the other members, all complaining about the noise, well. taehyun's sheepish smile and pretty eyes are enough to stave off the embarrassment.
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an: not betad as usual. my first taehyun fic! yay :D
🏀 warnings: hard dom!Heeseung, sub!reader, Jake is an asshole I’m sorry, explicit smut, reader is a creep (she watches him masturbate without him knowing), masturbating (male + female), voyeurism, daddy kink, fingering, oral sex (male+female), bdsm, cum play, slapping kink, bulging kink (sort of), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, multiple rounds of sex, rough sex, breeding kink, semi-public and public sex, usage of pet names, mentions of food, proofread but there can be typos so I’m sorry if there are any, let me know if there’s something I missed
🏀 a/n: Hi hello luvlies, I hope everyone’s doing good <3 I am finally here with the fiction that my dear 🍓 anon inspired me to write, so a huge shout out to them! This is my first over 10k+ words work, so to speak honestly, I’m a little nervous :’) I got carried away while writing and this turned out to be a lot wilder than I thought, so I hope you guys will enjoy reading it, I advise you to sit down before you do 👍🏻 as always all types of feedbacks are highly appreciated, whether it’s a comment, an ask, like or especially reblogs with your cute comments !! Since it’s my first time writing something considerably long, I will be waiting for your feedbacks on this with four eyes 🥺 thank you for always being so supportive, I love you all, see you on the next fic 💖
genre. summer loving with a broken air conditioner, explicit smut, pwp, they’re all just horny, M/F
warnings. profanity, pervert Heeseung and Jake, jealousy(minimal), masturbation, unprotected sex, oral, degradation/praise, double penetration(both holes), threesome, cum swapping, wet and messy. minors DNI.
wc. 9900
IB. Disturbia(minus the serial killer neighbor)
Stranger Things. All Of Us Are Dead. Squid Game.
Heeseung grumbles, clicking through the list of options on screen. at this rate not sleeping paired with binge watching any popular show available to stream would not play out well with nowhere to go besides upstairs.
the television power cuts off just as he contemplates switching to Hulu to start a new show, settling a wrinkle between his eyebrows and a rising whine from his chest.
“mom! the circuit breakers acting up again!” he bemoans, punching the remote down into a pillow.
“notice how nothing else has turned off.” she scoffs at him, waving a power cord mid-air with a snarky expression.
“mom, what the hell??”
ignoring her son’s complaints, she passes by toward the kitchen, warning him to beware of his language.
“sweetie, make yourself useful and go check the mail, would you?”
Heeseung’s mother lightly smacks the back of his head as she passes by the couch with her cellphone lodged between her shoulder and cheek.
“first week of house arrest and he’s sitting on the couch burning through anything available to stream on Netflix.” she shares with whomever listens on the opposite line.
standing up, Heeseung mutters to himself about how he really should make an effort to avoid hanging out in the living room on her days off.
it’s not as if he enjoys hearing about what a fuck up he is, or his mother recounting the story of the mistake that ruined all of his summer plans.
“drinking and driving without a license, can you believe it? after I dropped a month’s mortgage for him to travel through Europe this summer!” she complains into the phone as he steps outside.
Heeseung sighs, stretching his arms high above until the tips of his fingers graze along the porch’s rooftop. shaking the weight of the bracelet that blinks a glowing green on his ankle before stepping into a pair of sandals.
it's only his first week under house arrest, and the highlight of his day is stepping out to grab the mail.
mail time means time to catch up on the daily duties around the neighborhood. Mrs. Fawn across the street waters her garden, smiling joyfully at the sight of her tulips finally blooming. Mr. Eldridge at the end of the block pulls into his driveway, parking and hauling ass inside while stringing along a young woman who looks nothing like his wife; most likely his secretary.
the bratty boys from two houses down spit jeers as they pass by on their bikes, flipping off Heeseung and laughing while blowing their tongues at him because he can’t step more than 100 feet away from his home.
“sniveling little..” he mutters between clenched teeth, waving them away with a returned middle finger. “you count your lucky days! wait until the end of summer when I get your ass!”
“big talk for a loser who can’t even leave his house!” they high five, pedaling away in a fit of accomplished laughter.
“a loser..” he repeats, toying with the raised flag on the side of the mailbox. a loser, that stings more than he’d like to admit. staring down at his sock clad feet shoved into a pair of sandals, he kisses the backs of his teeth nodding, watching the bracelet around his ankle blink up at him in a taunting manner.
“yeah. I’m a loser.”
before a state of melancholic ‘not young enough to act this dumb anymore, but not old enough to even purchase my own beer’ can settle, the sound of a wooden door ricocheting open distracts him from the oncoming blackhole of thoughts.
a door that hasn’t been opened in weeks, moving trucks occupy the driveway next door’s spaces catching Heeseung’s attention.
new neighbors, he thinks, shifting onto the tips of his toes to sneak a look. no one had lived next door for a few months now. the resident next door had been unoccupied ever since the Jong family moved to a new town. so much for his plans of late night pool dips in their yard now.
nice tv, expensive furniture, too many boxes labeled ‘extremely fragile!’, a man directing movers with a stressed out expression.. the new owner of the house most likely.
and you.
the sight of you hits him harder than a vehicle speeding light years above the speed limit.
the beginning of summer days already has you opting for less clothing, showing more skin than usual since you’re home. moving into your new home meant dripping in sweat. evident by the thick sheen of perspire cascading down your throat.
Heeseung notices the trickles of sweat instantly, following a particular bead down until he lands between your breasts barely contained in a flimsy tank top. driblets of sweat pass like slow motion, opening his mouth slowly in hopes of catching a droplet to moisten his drying throat.
it’s been a long time since he’s seen an attractive girl.
two weeks, 15 days, 7 hours, and 42 minutes to be exact.
since the last day of university when he finally got to experience a so-called ‘rager’. a great end of the year party that ended up with a senior clinging to his arm midway into the festivities. tapping his nose while hiccuping between her drunken compliments, cooing and calling him cute.
cute enough to take home as she threw her keys at him and dragged him out in search of her car parked a few blocks away.
as much as his dick screamed at him to get laid- ‘it’s been weeks! you’re a virgin again at this point!’ that's what the aching throb between his thighs would shout at him if it could; Heeseung couldn’t help but sigh when her glazed over eyes rolled back. drooped in the passenger seat pathetically giggling and burping, groaning that she drank too much.
he sighs, apologizing to his crotch before adjusting himself beneath his belt, as if to say ‘shut it, it’s not happening tonight’.
“you live at the sorority on the other side of campus right?” he asks, not receiving much of an answer beyond a few gurgled words.
Heeseung hadn’t drank much, a couple beers that had gone flat and stale from nursing them more than actually drinking.
but he drank enough to get pulled over and fail a breathalyzer test. completely fucked without a license, that’s how he ended up in court 4 days later attempting to appeal a DUI.
no more coming of age self discovery trip to Europe for the summer. no chance of even hanging out by the pool or beach flirting with girls on vacation. no opportunity to get laid or party, get drunk and high with his friends.
not that Jake’s even home for the month, having headed back to Australia the minute summer hit to visit family.
but as your intrigued gaze meets his, Heeseung can feel the corner of his lip twitch.
maybe this summer wouldn’t be a complete loss afterall.
“you canceled my nintendo subscription?”
“indeed, I did.” Heeseung’s mother snaps, chucking a wad of clothing at his face. “I have an overnight shift at the hospital. it’s time for you to make use of all this free time and clean up around here. I am not your maid.”
laundry, clean up around here, make use of your free time.
everyday had turned into the same speech. no more streaming services, no access to online games, even jerking off had become a task.
“asking me to tidy up is like asking for a preempted disaster.” Heeseung mutters, shoving in a much too large load of clothes to wash that hasn’t been properly separated. what harm would a blue sock do to these white silk dress shirts anyway.
“what’s even the difference between laundry softener and detergent, do I need both?”
worrying his bottom lip while eyeing between Snuggles and Tide feels redundant, drawing a sigh out of his chest while ultimately deciding to pour in both.
‘today’s episode of the exciting adventures of a stay-at-home son..’ he thinks, stepping out of the laundry room while shaking his ankle. itchy and annoying, nothing but a nuisance this thing had become.
even the taste of food had lost it’s usual momentary serotonin high, bland and dry on his tongue as he munched on a bag of chips. stale, much like the air floating around him running from different vents throughout the house with a lack of chill.
Heeseung furrows his eyebrows, reaching high above near a vent without much struggle. dry gusts of air tickles between his digits missing the familiar cool breeze that should reach past his skin to satiate overbearing warmth deep within his muscle.
“there’s no way..”
sad realization that the air’s been set at 68 degrees to keep house chilly from floor to ceiling settles in. the fucking air conditioning wasn’t working, height of summer and no type of indoor peace from the unbearable heat burning down onto the cement pavement surrounded outside.
“my mom wouldn’t skip paying the bill just to punish me more right?!” Heeseung speaks to himself, pacing before the controller screen in disbelief. “no.. that has to be punishable by law somewhere around the world.”
“God, fuck me.” he grunts, finding himself seated by an open window that conveniently faces your bedroom from across the way. “yeah.. fuck me..”
he wonders if this is the lowest low of desperation one can reach, toying with the cord that controls the blinds as he takes in your side profile. nose buried in a book without a care in the world, no concern or worry that anyone could be watching you, completely unaware of your neighbor under house arrest sweating against a leather office chair concentrating much too hard on your face.
he sighs, leaning back with a lifted brow when you start to shift about, dragging fingers through your scalp while laughing at whatever page you’ve just finished reading.
“cute..”
even the breeze barely flowing through the window screen feels hot, boiling his skin faster, or maybe it’s the way your figure melts into your bed. breasts squished together in a thin tank-top giving him the full front on view of hardened peaks poking through the flimsy material. it’s almost like you turned toward him on purpose.. as if you wanted him to see your chest on the verge of spilling out.
don’t think about it, that’s what he keeps repeating to himself. there’s no way you know he’s watching you. there’s no way you’d stretch out on your bed enough for your top to ride up, exposing more and more smooth flesh, pajamas riding low on your hips. no way you would do any of that on purpose.
“fuck. it’s hot.”
hot air incinerates through his lungs with each deep breath, smoothing bangs off his forehead that clump together with sweat. trying to convince himself it’s the humid thick air blowing down his back from the vent above that’s stirring heat up his stomach. it has nothing to do with the way you start to tickle up and down the center of your chest while you read with your bottom lip tucked tightly between your teeth. it has nothing to do with how easy it’s become to imagine you beneath him, panting out ragged breaths, desperately whining at him to let you cum..
finding enough decency to finally look away, he clears his throat, mentally cursing at himself to go take a freezing cold shower. it has to be the over 100 degree weather getting to him, that’s what’s making his shorts tighten around his groin. that’s what has sweat dripping between his legs down to the crevice of his ass.
“yeah, I should definitely shower.” he says to himself, sparing a sniff to the t-shirt he’s had on for three days. just as he decides that’s for the best, his eyes scan through the window once more, catching his breath at the visual of your bare backside with a towel draped over your chest, held up only by one arm as you slip into a pair of sandals.
“fuc—.”
words evade him when you slowly turn, gaze finding his in an instant, taking your time to stride out of your bedroom without looking away, most likely to take a shower.
Heeseung doesn’t think about it, reiterating over and over that there was no way you could tell he’d been watching you…the blinds weren’t fully open..there was just no way.
even with his palm gripped around his length, holding back whimpers under the showerhead, he can’t stop thinking about the way you stared back at him.
if he could see you clearly, why wouldn’t you be able to see him?
“Jake!!” Heeseung shouts while throwing long arms around his friends shoulders. a tub of Vegemite drops from the others hold, clutching at a packet of bread now squished between them. “you’re back!”
“surprise!” his friend gets out between a wheeze and deep breath. “I brought you a snack from the homeland to try too.”
he shakes the bag of sliced white bread, eyebrows wiggling with excitement as they head to the kitchen together. “one of my favorites.”
Heeseung’s nose twitches, crushing his lips together while his friend uses a butter knife to spread brown jam-like goo around with a large smile. “looks like…clumpy soy sauce..”
“hey! you can’t knock it until you try it.” his friend claps, finishing with a ‘ta-da!’ as if he’s presenting a 5 star meal.
“my stomach’s sensitive today..” Heeseung grimaces, poking and sniffing around the crust.
“stop being a baby and try it!”
“fine! fine!”
salt, pure bitter salt turned to mush hits his tastebuds. the twitch in his nose forming into a full on scowl, chewing only to hold back a gag as his friend bursts into a boisterous laugh, hunched over clutching at his stomach.
“God, your face!” Jake squeaks, letting out an escalating giggle while smacking at the kitchen counter. “I guess it really takes a true Aussie to enjoy such a delicacy.”
Heeseung swallows, disgusted, rolling his eyes but smiling nonetheless. “I’m happy you’re back.”
“yeah, now I can log you into my accounts and save you from this perdition.”
“and maybe.. hang out with me everyday?” the older of the two says, dragging his best friend to his bedroom. “until this punishment’s over?”
“yeah, of course dude, I’ve got your back!” Jake smiles, patting his friends back, halting as they enter Heeseung’s bedroom. “oh this is bad, you’ve created the tower of Twinkies..”
“you try staying home for weeks with no contact to the outside world. Elmer’s glue and stale snacks will become more appealing craft tools than you’d think.”
“yikes..”
music blasts, the familiar tune of top 40’s radio pop blaring from an old speaker, jerking Jake’s attention away from the tower of Twinkies in the direction of the noise.
“what was that?”
Heeseung grins, pointing his chin toward the extended corner in his bedroom where sunlight beams in from. “the best part of my day.”
“look, don’t judge me for this, but I have a new neighbor.” he explains, walking over to the window that faces your backyard direct on. “and she’s..”
“she?”
“yeah, she’s..” Heeseung clears his throat, raising an eyebrow at his friend. “well, see for yourself.”
Jake eyes him suspiciously, pushing open the blinds enough to fully capture your body backstroking through the clear blue chlorine water. bikini clad breasts float above, round and perky, leading up to a gorgeous face with your eyes shut allowing him plenty of time to absorb each of your features.
“woah.”
“right?” his friend nods by his side, lowering his neck to peer through the same slit as you stand up in the pool, throwing your head back to drain water from your ears.
“who is she??” Jake asks, jaw dropping open letting out mild sounds of pain from the back of his throat when you step out. zooming in on your fingers fixing the bikini bottoms that have begun to ride up your ass.
Heeseung sighs, nodding again while leaning against the wall. he chews at his lip, the two of them glancing down to the bracelet on his ankle. “don’t know..”
Jake sighs, patting his friend on the arm. “man, this fucking sucks! we planned so much for this summer..”
“trust me, I’m beating myself up everyday over it.” Heeseung laments, tapping his forehead against the wall. “I was supposed to be backpacking through Europe, get laid every night. I was supposed to finally have a threesome!”
Jake laughs, nodding along. “if it’s any consolation, my nasty little porn threesome didn’t happen while visiting back home either. actually, I only managed to get it in one time. my parents really laid out every activity and family get together possible, wasn’t exactly the forearm deep in pussy summer vacation of my dreams.”
“do you have to say it like that?”
“hey!” Jake chuckles, nudging into the tallers side. “who’s the one jerking it to their hot neighbor, huh?”
“I don’t do that.” Heeseung scowls, returning to watch you rub body oil up and down your legs. “that would be..”
“that would be something I would do.” Jake says, cocking a groomed eyebrow at his friend. “especially with no chance to get laid.. I mean, do you even remember what it feels like?” he finishes with a laugh, the two playfully hitting each other.
“my hand will never compare to the real thing.”
“the real thing is about 400 feet away..” Jake peers between the blinds again. “and she’s just turned over..those bikini bottoms are holding on for dear life.”
Heeseung nearly jumps to get a look, expelling a groan from the back of his throat upon seeing your waist dip in; further pushing your perky butt up for the sun to kiss.
“believe me dude, those girls you could have been fucking in Europe wouldn’t come close.” his friend reassures. “you gotta talk to her somehow.”
“I know, but..”
Jake fixes him with a knowing look, nudging his chin toward his friend’s lower half. “you can ‘but’ all you want— your dick definitely has another idea in mind.”
he snorts, picking up binoculars he spots hidden under a throw pillow on the floor. “my ass you haven’t been jerking it, bet these give you a great close up shot.”
Jake holds up the magnified lenses, inching closer between the blinds while lightening the mood with gasps, ‘oooohh’ and ‘ahhh’ passing between breathy laughs.
“imagine what she sounds like moaning, ohhhh Heeseung! you dick’s sooo big!”
he chuckles, accidentally slamming the binoculars into the window with a shocked shout.
“crap! shit!” Jake hisses out curses. the two swiftly collapsing down to their knees painted with mortified expressions.
sharing a concerned look, Jake hits his forehead with the binoculars in a repetitive motion. “fuck!”
“God you freaking idiot!” Heeseung inches back to the window ledge, motioning for his friend to do the same. both sharing a pale look of fear when they aren’t met with your figure laid out, or anywhere to be found.
“dud—“
the front door bell rings out, sending their jaws to the floor letting out a unison “no!”
“there’s no way!”
Heeseung pinches at the sweaty tufts of hair gathered at his nape, pacing back and forth before the door as you knock again, asking another ‘hello?’
“this is all your fault!” he hisses, sucking down a deep breath before reaching a trembling hand to twist open the door.
“hi” you greet with a wave of your hand, standing with your hip cocked to one side. a thin t-shirt thrown over the red bikini they know you have on beneath.
“I got locked out of my house.” you smile bashfully. “mind if I hang out until my parents get back?”
“uhh..” Heeseung dry swallows a gulp, sensing shame written all over his face; as if the beads of sweat on his forehead give away what they had just been up to.
“yeah, we were just playing..” Jake stutters, choking back a laugh. “uh..Monopoly.”
“like, the boardgame?” you ask, wrinkling between your eyebrows.
“the one and only.” he continues to huff laughter awkwardly, prodding his friend’s side with his elbow. “Heeseung’s a pro at Monopoly, kicks my ass each time. I don’t know why I keep placing bets to win.”
“Heeseung?”
“oh right!” Jake speaks up again, noticing his friend’s gone speechless. “this is Heeseung, and I’m Jake.”
“Heeseung, the Monopoly king, apparently, and Jake..the Australian?” you smirk, strutting past the two without missing the opportunity to bodily graze against your neighbor as you share your name with them.
“wow, it’s hot in here.” you say, fanning your face, skin still aflame from sitting out under the sun for the past hour.
“air conditioner’s broken.” Heeseung finally speaks again, averting his gaze to the ground. “repair guy can’t make it out until next week. a lot of..uh, heat waves caused rolling blackouts to happen.”
“soo..” you spin on the balls of your feet back to face them, taking in your surroundings. “Monopoly, huh? I like to play.”
Jake can’t control his lips from lifting at the corners, coughing over another laugh while burying his elbow deeper into Heeseung’s side. “bet you do.”
he nods up the stairs toward his friend’s bedroom, leading you into a messy boy’s room that tastes as musty as it looks.
“wow..” you say, toeing at a pile of clothing near the entrance. the occupant of the bedroom spluttering while racing around to chuck everything behind his closet. he smiles, painfully, glaring at Jake’s amused face behind your back.
“can’t believe you live right next door and we haven’t properly met until now..” you wander toward the window, picking up the discarded binoculars left on the floor as clear evidence, covered in fresh sweaty fingerprints.
“yeah, Heeseung’s on house arrest..he’s innocent though!” Jake jokes, defenselessly with a palm held up. too busy draping a towel over the tower of Twinkie’s with his free hand to notice when you look through the binoculars and get a clear visual into your bedroom.
“house arrest?” you turn to face them, dangling the incriminating object in your hand. “maybe for spying on your neighbors?”
Heeseung’s face drops, standing up straight with his mouth agape.
“oh crap, my dad’s calling..texting uh, he needs uh, help with that..that thing.” Jake nods rapidly, covered in sweat from scattering around to hide a pile of naughty magazines and hentai DVDs under his friend’s bed. “nice meeting you!”
he clasps Heeseung’s shoulder on his way out, leaning close to whisper. “don’t fuck this up, Monopoly king.”
before the other can get a word out, the front door slams shut, leaving the two of you alone still letting the binocular string hang from your fingers with a questioning gaze.
“uhm,” Heeseung grimaces, scratching at the back of his head. “I was supposed to travel through Europe this summer.”
removing the binoculars from your hold, he forces a smile. “sightseeing, bird watching.. hiking and stuff.”
“wow from Europe to..” you look around again, cringing as you spot a pile of failed foil ball attempts. “to this. that’s pretty depressing, not gonna lie.”
he shrugs, stuffing the binoculars inside a desk drawer. “do you really want to play Monopoly?”
“way too hot in here to play anything.” you complain, plopping down onto his bed to strip the shirt you threw on only to walk over. “how do you live like this?”
“I don’t.” Heeseung shrugs, sitting at a corner on his bed nervously.
“I can tell. must get really boring, trapped at home, nothing to do..”
his head lifts, glancing over your bare flesh out of his peripheral vision. silently nodding as he fidgets with his hands and hem of his shorts.
“I’d invite you over, but you probably can’t go very far with that thing.” you stretch to the side, plugging your phone into charge on his bedside table. fussing with it long enough for his gaze to travel further.
Heeseung watches your actions, starting from your painted toenails wiggling against his bedding. legs still glistening from the oil you had applied earlier, the tied strings on your bikini lifting off your skin when your hip turns more. it should be easy to look away, but you’re the first girl he’s had in his bed.. ever.
“Heeseung,” you turn back to face him, propping your elbows against the pillow behind you. “I’m hot.”
“yeah..” he nods dumbly, continuing to admire your waist dipping in; breasts nestled together like they were while you laid on your bed reading the many nights he’d admired you from afar.
“maybe I should take my top off to cool down?” you ask out loud, playing with the spandex strings holding your chest together securely.
Heeseung nods, blinking slowly, mesmerized and lost in a trance until you break into a fit of giggles, ruining the fantasy that had begun to unfold.
“you really think I’m gonna take my top off that easily?” you snicker, toeing at his forearm. “why would I do that? when you could just take it off for me?”
he sits up straight, unconvinced by your mischievous smile that you aren’t just taking advantage of his current weakened horny loser demeanor. “are you fucking with me?”
“not yet” you turn, propping up on one elbow just as you had the day you noticed wide doe eyes watching you from the house next door.
Heeseung scoots closer to you, leaning in enough to fully inhale the scent of cherry blossom and chlorine clinging to your warm skin. he’s even prettier up close, not making much of an appearance outside since the day you moved in, other than the few times you’ve caught him watching you from the window without the binoculars in the way hiding his delicate features.
“I’m good at games too.” you push closer, throwing a thigh over his hip to lay him flat beneath you. his throat bobs, unsure of what to do with his hands other than cloak your waist.
soft, supple and soft, and so so smooth. smooth enough that he can’t stop roaming, touching and feeling at the skin covering your back and abdomen. the rough tips of his fingers dig in, squeezing the meat on your hips, passing over the strings keeping your bottoms held in place.
“do you wanna play with me?”
Heeseung sucks in a deep breath, disbelief striking his chest as he stares above in awe. this had to be a dream, he probably fell asleep mid-jerk off. he’ll wake up, sat before the window with his cock in hand coated in sweat. it doesn’t matter, because he can’t stop his hips from rolling up, budging a space between your thighs to press against the damp seat of your bottoms.
“you’re so hard,” you grin, chewing at your bottom lip. “why are you so hard? was the sightseeing that good for you today?”
Heeseung can’t even process anything you’re saying anymore. he’s panting, sticky hot and nasty. sweat rapidly pouring out of his pores enough to have his shirt melting into his skin. he jerks up to sit, wet lips hover yours, sharing warm gusts of air from your mouth to his.
“can I kiss you?” the words spill out of him, dizzy and numb to what he’s just asked. Heeseung’s positive this is a dream, or a heat stroke, more delirious and empty headed with each brush of your bite-stung lips passing each other.
your quiet nod gives him the okay, crashing against your mouth feverishly, he licks, kisses, sucks, bites. he kisses as if it’s his first and last time, clinking your teeth together, pushing his tongue between your wanton lips. rolling against the roof of your mouth with an expert massage that draws needy groans from your throat.
every breath, movement, pathetic little whine rising out of both of you feels heavier. asserting more effort just to grind your hips together as the heat surrounding your bodies grows higher. thick and smoggy air locks your chests closer, clutching and scratching at the back of his wet shirt to push your core against him with fortified vigor.
Heeseung can feel his eyes roll back, desperately rutting up between your thighs like a dog in heat. biting down a hiss, he drops his face to your shoulder, whining when he thinks he might cum, because it’s too soon. he needs more, he needs more of your pretty sounds. little sad broken noises to rewind over and over again the next time he jerks off while picturing the way you look at him, when you’re not supposed to see him.
thick palms slap down on your hips holding you still so that he can catch his breath, regain some strength to take the lead and place you on your back with his lower half slotted between your spread open legs.
“fuck, how is this real.” he whispers, wheezing and huffing as he grips your bottoms. swollen folds push out, spilling around your bikini, slick and shiny, covered in arousal that begs to get fucked.
he thinks about it, a flash of thought racing past his mind almost too fast, screaming and kicking at him to pull out his cock and stuff you raw to the brim. that’s what you want, sucking on two of your fingers while staring at him pliantly, waiting for whatever he gives you next.
what he wants to give you vs what his hand leads him to do— pulling out his length enough to breathe, smearing pre-cum collected at the slit under your navel. positioning against your center, he rolls down, whimpering as he shoves his size at your bikini bottoms.
“fuckfuck, I’m go-gonna..”
Heeseung grinds faster, your free hand trailing up to his long arched back neck, thumb pushing against the round pronounced bone vibrating under your touch with each moan that drips from his tongue.
he feels stupid, empty headed, focused on nothing but the way you bounce deeper into his bed. breasts so close to toppling free from your triangular top with each slam after slam of his hips. the first peak of nipple paired with your nails scratching at his throat jolts shivers down his spine, hunching forward more to chase the incessant desire to fuck you.
“Heeseung—“ you whine, shoving your spit slick fingers between your pressed lower halves to grip onto him, adjusting his next thrust to glide underneath your bikini. the sopping wet smear of arousal pulls a scream out of his chest, baring his teeth and gripping at the blanket surrounding your head as the tip of his length spills, dripping on your mound, confined by the heat between your bodies. confined by your ruined bikini bottoms covering half of his cock pulsing, making a filthy mess inside.
“fuck..” breathlessly, you fall back, a proud smile pinching at your lips. “you owe me a new swimsuit, convict.”
Heeseung can’t catch his breath fast enough, having enough sense available to fall off to your side. he slaps at his face, ripping chunks of sweaty wet hair while groaning and shaking his head. “did that seriously just happen?”
the obnoxious snort you let out says enough.
“good timing” you motion to your phone charging on his bedside table, noting a car door slamming shut outside. “my mom’s home.”
pulling back on the t-shirt you came in with, you tap the tip of his nose, winking as you head out. “maybe we can actually play Monopoly next time?”
Jake: ran into your neighbor at the grocery store earlier, she’s having a party tonight.
Heeseung: I can’t go that far without setting off the bracelet.
Jake: oh yeah..
Heeseung: you want to go, right?
Jake: everyone else is going..
Heeseung sighs, peering out of the window to see you unloading the trunk of your parent’s car, full of snacks and drinks. smiting the bracelet that glows back at him more and more angry with each blink.
Heeseung: have fun.
he turns off his phone, lunging onto his bed to bury his face in a pillow and scream.
of course everyone’s going, why were you having a party anyway? who could you possibly even know to invite?!
“Jake, that’s who.” he says, kicking at his bed annoyed.
exactly.
Jake, who stands by a table decorated with red solo cups, filled up with an assortment of cranberry and orange vodka, colorful jello shots and gummy bears to add a festiveness to it all.
Heeseung grumbles, stuffing his face with the half-empty bag of chips in his lap as he watches his friend chat up different girls. something they could both be doing if not for this stupid DUI.
“ohhh, it’s the Aussie.” you voice loudly, approaching the familiar face you met the other day.
Jake swallows down the drink he’s been boredly whooshing around in his mouth, eyes perked up as he takes in the barely there skin-tight dress perfectly hugging your curves. “woah..”
“I clean up nicely, right?” giving him a twirl, he catches your dress lifting up from the breeze enough to see the tops of your thighs, where your ass meets and rounds out. landing back on your toes with a wink, aware that many eyes at the party and nearby were currently on you.
“very..very nice..” Jake whispers, glancing over his shoulder toward Heeseung’s house. a small pang of guilt pinching at his chest, quickly forgotten when your hand wraps around one of his biceps.
“wanna dance?” you ask, wide-eyed, hopeful. making it impossible for him to come up with an excuse fast enough, not that he intended to.
“of course.”
Jake knows his best friend must be watching, but that’s not enough to stop him from rolling his hips against yours. he doesn’t catch your eyes shooting toward Heeseung’s window, nor the malevolent behavior you’ve kept up all night while purposely dragging yours fingers down different guys chest; giggling demurely with your hand over your mouth as you sneak another look toward the shadow behind the glass.
“you left too fast the other day.” you say, adding a sweet flirtatiousness to your tone.
“did I?” one of his hands slips lower, tickling the visible skin peeking out on the slits tracing up to the tops of your thighs. “I’m sure you two found something to do without me.”
“I’m sure we could have found something else, better suited for 3..”
Jake doesn’t miss how you slot one of your thighs between his, strategically nudging the top of your knee against the rough fabric of his jeans lining his crotch.
Heeseung sitting alone sulking in his bedroom crosses his mind, licking at his lower lip annoyed that he can’t help but think about his best friend. he sighs, gripping onto your hips with more strength to stop you from rubbing against him.
“maybe we..”
“Jake..” minty licks of breath pass from your mouth to his, mixing with fruity bitter alcohol lingering on his tongue. the tip of his nose grazes against your upper lip, head slowly inching closer, eyelids growing heavier with heat condensation as he takes a deep breath, readying himself to capture your mouth..
a bolt of aggressively loud music jolts your bodies apart, crazed and shocked by the sudden blast of sound that shouts out from speakers placed on the balcony of the house beside yours. an ugly sound of screeching accompanying the off-putting beats and tunes that ring out. the complete opposite to the chill summer playlist you’d worked hard on curating last night.
“ugh!” you groan out. forgetting about Jake in favor of charging across to where your backyard meets the house next doors. easily finding the visual of Heeseung laughing to himself from behind the window with the same binoculars in hand as he searches for your annoyed face, scanning from Jake to the rest of your confused partygoers glancing around.
a slam of hard sole protected feet hitting the balcony near his bed shifts his attention, spotting you trudging into his opened window, ripping the power cords of his speakers out until the music completely cuts.
“hey hey!” he runs over, binoculars dropping to his feet to grasp your wrists instead. “that was expensive!”
“so is my party!” you argue, whining for him to let go of you.
“yeah, well you looked bored.” he retorts, holding your arms by your sides. “more focused on me than your stupid party.”
“so you were watching me.” you say accusingly, shoving your chest forward to add intimidation.
“I—“ Heeseung stutters, letting go of your arms and stepping back. “was just, checking in..”
“yeah?” you continue to walk toward him, coercing him to step backward until the backs of his knees meet the edge of his bed. “for how long now? days? weeks? how long have you just been checking in?”
nervously gulping, he shakes his head. “it’s not like that, I swear! I just..”
“spit it out Heeseung!”
“I like you!” he glowers, fumbling with his hands anxiously. “I’m not just..watching you like some pervert.”
he meets your less than convinced expression, sighing and nodding. “of course that’s part of it! you’re hot, okay?! but..”
Heeseung stands straight, motioning toward the window. “it’s like going to class for example— there’s a new girl, she’s pretty. she’s really fucking pretty. everyone gets caught up in their routines, studying, sharing daily gossip, rushing to finish their assignments for the next period. but I’m just watching you, wondering what you’re like. what your hobbies are, what you hate.. if you’d hate me..”
he huffs, ignoring the harsh expression continuing to twist your eyebrows together. “sometimes you look like you’re trapped, and I wonder what’s stopping you from going out. I wonder why you stay home and hang out by yourself so much. I watch you unpackage new books with a smile on your face, spending hours reading through one, and I wish I could do the same. I think about going over, hanging out with you, I don’t know, maybe we’d be friends... I’m just watching you.”
tension leaves your face, returning your features to their usual softness. shoulders falling back into a relaxed position, taking a step forward until your knees meet his.
“that’s either..the sweetest, or creepiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
Heeseung prepares to apologize, caught off guard by your lips smacking into his. instinctively gripping onto your waist to deepen the kiss, lured deeper in by the cool mint swirling around your tongue.
moans you have memorized play prettily, pouring out between each wet lap of his tongue exploring through your mouth. sitting down, he helps you straddle onto his lap with ease. catching his breath while complimenting how good you look.
“you always look good.” he adds, feeling up the material of your dress attached to your skin by pools of sweat.
Jake stumbles onto the balcony as you had minutes ago, clinging to the ledge in a way he has for many years when sneaking out with the excuse of having a sleepover at Heeseung’s house to cover his ass.
“Jake!” his best friend’s voice echoes, tinged with shock.
“what..”
it’s likely the incriminating position he finds the two of you in can only mean one thing, with your legs spread open around Heeseung’s hips and ass planted against a noticeable bulge tenting up from his basketball shorts. deducing that you hadn’t fallen and landed like this coincidentally by the look of sheer guilt flashing across your face.
“what are the two of you doing?” he hiccups, smearing the back of his hand against heavy eyelids. warmth and buzz from alcohol continues to rise heat up from his chest to the expanse of his throat, speckled with a flush of reds and pinks. the shades only intensified by the amount of thick heat filling his friend’s bedroom, most of it radiating from your connected bodies.
“it’s..” Heeseung squints, squeezing your waist. “we..”
“we’re having fun.” you interrupt, adding a coy look his way with hidden meaning. “no reason we can’t all have fun together, right?”
fun. fun together.
Jake’s head tilts in question, noting the difference in size between you and Heeseung, from his hands nearly belting your waist to long legs stretched open beneath you, comfortably adjusted to sit pretty on his lap.
thoughts reel much too fast all at once, scatterbrained and just coherent enough to understand your cocked brow intends more suggestion than playing some console game.
“fun?” he takes a few steps forward, the tips of his fingers tickling up from your bare shoulder blade to the back of your neck. “what exactly did you have in mind?”
Jake’s hold turns rough as he ends the question, trailing up to bunch your hair in a tight fist. he yanks and tugs your head side to side, smoothing the tip of his tongue across his dry upper lip to leave it red, shiny and tempting.
Heeseung catches on to the dynamic the two of you have clearly fallen into, dragging one of his hands upward, brushing past your chest to cup the front of your throat. “think you can go around fucking everyone you want?”
the lock around your neck makes it harder to breathe, harshly huffing in hot air that collects sweat on your upper lip easily, with hooded eyes you weakly nod, pushing against the girth pressed up against your ass.
“that’s so slutty,” Jake sneers, ripping at your scalp with another rough pull. “that’s what you want though, isn’t it?”
“walking around all summer in nothing but the tiniest bikinis..” Heeseung mumbles, pressing closer to lick across your collarbone. “you knew we were watching you. you did it on purpose, and you still want more?”
“you perverts were the ones jerking off together.” you manage to get out, attempting to catch your breath when Heeseung’s fingers loosen around your neck. “disgusting little boys that don’t know how to control their hormones.”
“you still let me cum on you,” Heeseung whispers, tracing your chin with a pattern of kisses.
“only on? and here I thought that good little whore’s always swallow.” Jake sneers, a little perturbed by how quick you were to run off to argue with Heeseung, only to find you in a compromising position.
“we do. you want me to swallow?” you ask, hazily watching his face from upside down with your head pulled back. “then show me why you deserve it.”
Jake’s tongue pokes from the corner of his lip, fascinated and amused by your assertiveness. he pulls harder at your hair until you follow his arm and land on your bottom onto Heeseung’s bed.
“that little twirl you gave me earlier..” he falls to his knees, prying your thighs open in front of his face. the smallest cloth, poor excuse for underwear covers your cunt. soaked through, wetness smeared on your inner thighs. he huffs a laugh, observing your contorted features, the way you tremble beneath his touch. “showing off this dress that barely covers your ass.”
Heeseung helps by gathering your dress up, lifting it to slowly unveil your stomach convulsing; twitching with anticipation and excite. using his other hand to cup the back of your head, he lifts you, straining your spine to watch how his best friend peels off your drenched stringy panties.
“so wet for us,” Jake says, pleased by how your thighs stay open.
the bridge of his nose drags between your folds, slick pours free, dribbling down to his mouth where the tip of his tongue lavs up the driblets. “so fucking good.”
his face drops, lips pursed as he greedily slurps your folds clean. the ridges of his mouth tickling against your smooth flesh, awakening nerves desperate for a touch. your legs tense up, clenching and unclenching anticipating what he’ll do next. building up tormenting waves of pleasure with precise strokes of his pout grazing up and down nastily, covering his chin and nose in slick arousal.
breathing becomes more difficult, chest erratically lifting under Heeseung’s hands that have found their way to your breasts, aiding in overstimulating your senses, a heavy palm cups and squeezes at the fat mounds between his fingers, leaving your dress to slip down around your waist.
the backs of your thighs strain, hoisted up for Jake to glide in even deeper. tongue pushing past your entrance with a strong wiggle. lewd sounds draw up, expelling more and more wetness to stream down his chest. the mixture of heady sweat and arousal landing on his neck like a coat of gloss.
he latches onto your clit, grazing his teeth along the bundle of nerves until your toes pat the backs of his shoulders, delivering little kicks that grow stronger with each repeated suck he gives.
Jake pushes at the pits of your knees more, crunching your stomach muscles to collapse together as he takes in your rim, fluttering too pretty for him to ignore. the visual more than enough to bury his face between your ass, rolling his tongue around, collecting spit from the back of his throat to dangle. pushing it in when your hole gives, relaxing around the muscle allowing him to further lick in.
“ugh!” Heeseung knows that’s a different type of moan, high and loud, flushing down your chest with humiliation. ashamed by how much you’re enjoying a tongue in your ass, he grins wolfishly, pinching your nipple harshly for extra torture.
“cum—I—I’m..ahh, p-please—“
Jake’s nose grazes back up, peppering kisses on your pulsating hole, two fingers circle your rim. tongue seething back inside, gently working up to a faster motion that has you screaming. punching and gripping at your sides as you shake your head. “n-no-no! need, need to!”
Heeseung can’t help but notice how your eyes won’t stop rolling back, thighs clamped around Jake’s head ferociously. drawing his jaw to snap open as much as he can and sink his tongue to push deeper between you velvety walls.
he knows you’ll cum soon, egging you on by prodding his nose into your cheek. he nods, jerking the back of your neck as he tells you to watch.
“look at him eating your pussy like it’s all he knows how to do.” he lilts, lowly rattling from his chest, exposing your throat for his teeth to bury into. demanding you keep watching.
“think you deserve to cum?” his taunting questions laced with mockery. nipping your chin, he moves behind you, choking around your throat to bend you closer, fully trained on the tip of Jake’s nose incessantly brushing your clit.
“please please!” you start to sing like a broken record, bursting into tears. toes curled, corded muscles in your calves aching from how tightly locked you are. climax ready to race through your veins, fisting at the bed topper wrinkled by your hips. the tongue inside of you curls up, just right, applying the perfect amount of pressure..
“Jake, stop.” Heeseung commands in a stern tone. shifting his eyes from your lower half to your pleading face. a twinkling gaze admires your distraught wrecked appearance. disheveled hair, swollen bit lips, tracks of tears and sweat rolling down your cheeks.
he bends closer to your face, dragging two fingers across your blubbering mouth. “you wanna cum?”
all you can do is blink, spiraling down from your lost orgasm, twitching on the bed painfully.
“I asked you a question.” wet fingers tap at your cheek, jerking your eyes to open wide and look at him. soft edges of his face harder under dim light; fooling you to believe his usual delicate looks could never change.
“yes..please please.”
Heeseung’s sitting you up, distracting you with kisses as sounds explode around you. clothing ripped off to land strewn on the floor, bodies moving about, repositioning with Jake laid out, eagerly stretching his arms above his head.
“how do you want it?” fingers trace down your spine, dipping between your buttcheeks to circle your wet rim. he pokes in just enough to feel a stretch, to hear you whimper, nodding your head maniacally. “all at once?”
“please, please Hee..”
sticky skin pulls apart like velcro detaching, settling your weight on top of Jake with Heeseung’s hot soaked chest pressed to your back, motioning for you to get comfortable how you want.
Jake’s cock feels thick in your hold, gliding the tip between your folds. gasping and sighing with each catch of his slit against your entrance.
“ready..”
lining up to your entrance, Jake buries inside of you first. thick girth stretching your slicked up walls to fit his size easily. relief stricken as you settle, opening and shutting your hands into balled up fist when Heeseung brings two spit-coated fingers down to circle your rim.
pain curls up your spine before he can even push the tip of his cock through. the width making your hole flutter nervously.
“relax..” he says softly, popping inside your ass with fingers wrapped at the base of his length. losing his cool stature the more you grip and squeeze at him. “just like that, you’re doing so good.”
Heeseung’s breath feels like flames burning from your nape to the column of your throat, incinerating your whines before they can even fully escape. he’s so deep, jutting his front against your ass only to let you feel how good he stretches you out.
“too much?” it’s lower than a whisper along the back of your ear, asked with concern. nibbling along your earlobe when you shake ‘no’.
“more more,” you nod with speed, whining through clenched teeth when Heeseung’s thick fingers graze your chest. pinching and tweaking your hardened nipples the more you beg.
“why should we let you cum?” Heeseung asks, louder, loud enough for Jake to hear. easily turning the tables to have you shivering, shaking your head with clenched fists.
“please, please d-don’t..”
“we could just keep you like this..” his palms smooth lower, dipping the tips of his thumbs into your navel, cupping at the bulge extending your lower stomach out in this position. he presses in, pushing against the shape earning grunt from his friend below, a cracked wail out of you. manipulating the lower part of your stomach that meets your mound to rub and jerk off the length protruding.
“you like to play, right?” Heeseung blinks away droplets of sweat raining down his forehead. vision blurring further each time you clamp around him, your back vibrating against his chest tremor after tremor.
“why should I let you cum?” his nose traces from your damp nape to the top of your jaw, collecting sweat along the way with a drag of his tongue. “only good girls get to cum, are you a good girl?”
the sound of anguish and pleasure you let out has Jake’s eyes rolling back. his digits buried in your hips deep enough to leave marks of fingerprints. he can’t take it anymore, whining, losing control with a roll of his hips.
“I am! I am!” you plead, sniveling like a brat. knowing you pushed and teased Heeseung for weeks in hopes of this moment. “I’m a good girl.”
he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him as he glides out to the tip, pupils blown wide and dark, filling the whites of his eyes. “you know what good girls do best? they get fucked.”
pelvic bone slaps against your bottom, sending you to hunch forward, toppling over completely if not for Heeseung’s arms circling your waist. he bucks up, burying the entirety of his length back inside. struggling to thrust faster because of how tight you feel, suffocating his size with immense heat and suction.
“feel good?” he says, panting breathlessly, swallowing sweat that won’t stop pouring from down your face to your jawline.
“yesyesyesyes!” coherency evades your head, surged by a flood of heat. stimulated from both ends by the body pressed to your back working you up and down both of their cocks. the pressure of Jake’s length hitting hard with each grind against him. they feel too good, too good in different ways.
“I’ll work for it,” you start to spew, flattening your palms on Jake’s chest for some type of balance. rocking your lower half against theirs with more weight to drive them mad. the two cursing and groaning, Heeseung’s tone dropping with his face hiding in your neck. “anything, anything..”
“yeah?” Heeseung sounds broken, voice cracking, trying to stave off how good you feel around him. how tight, wet and hot you grip onto him. how good you take it, begging and begging for more. “make him cum first.”
pleading eyes glancing back at him do nothing to help you, Heeseung tethers your arms behind your back, wrists clamped together in one of his hands. taking a hold of your shoulder to push you down on Jake’s cock faster.
he chants for you to take take take, bounced up and down by the force applied on your limbs. the two working in unison to chase their highs.
pushing at your back, he forces your face to land between Jake’s chest. panting breathlessly, sucking in salty sweat that's pooled in the divots of his pecs. hip bones pound against your ass, pummeling you to fuck both of them harder with each hit.
“fuck!” your cry gets muffled, Jake’s arms thrown around your neck pressing your nose deeper into the dollops of sweat. he thrusts harshly, using his hug on your figure to leverage his lower half, grunting as he tries to catch his breath.
“sofuckinggood, pussy so fucking good for me.”
Heeseung’s mostly gone still, letting Jake take free reign to fuck you how he needs, cock splitting in and out of you. pushing more and more slick to splash and heat a pathway down to his balls with the absurd amount of sweat that won’t stop dripping.
“so messy, big fucking mess you’ve made.” he keens, doing his best to quill the orgasm itching down his gut, churning up his chest at a higher speed the more you clench around him.
“please!! please cum, please!” your sobbing cries rush through him spine to balls. slamming your body down in a frantic sloppy motion to ride his cock faster. brutally thrusting up faster and faster, pushing whimpered moans from your mouth between choked coughs and wails.
“f-fuck..” he grits, lowering his palms to your ass. clapping back onto Heeseung’s cock still filling you from the back. he’s so so fucking close, burying all the way inside of you with one more thrust. his back arches, waist lifting up from the bed painfully. cumming hard enough to empty his lungs as he coughs and wheezes for air.
Heeseung doesn’t wait, hooking the backs of your arms together. he hauls you up again, pressed to his chest to fully take his size. muttering a reminder that you don’t get to cum until he does.
his initial thrusts have your body freezing up, overstimulated and sensitive from being edged for so long now. reaching between your thighs, he slaps your core, making you squeal and gush tears.
“ask for it, what do you want?” hot breath fans your cheek, jerked to fuck back on his length by his arm trapping you, working your ass to fully take him.
“c-cum..wa-want cum.” shattered little cracks sound between your begging, completely fucked out. willing to do anything to feel a white wash of heat empty your brain.
“fuck your ass, taking my cock like this?” he bites out. hips canting fiercely into your backside, nibbling up your jaw to mutter against your earlobe. “so fucking nasty, begging me to fuck your ass full of cum.”
eyes roll to the back of your head, nodding dumbly to everything he says. bounced against the pistoning slam of his hips that won’t stop until he gets what he wants.
“Hee…need it, need you! need to fe—“ your pathetic begging pushes him over the edge. growling as he delivers three more pointed rough thrusts.
“fuck, oh fuck” deep grunts break into moans, face falling to your shoulder, cock pressed deep in your ass; releasing long strings of white cum as he whimpers and moans into your ear. going on and on about how good you take it, how amazing you feel, words jumbled together making no type of sense.
“Hee, please! I c-can’t!”
a palm slaps on your pussy, snickering about how much you whine. good girls know how to control themselves.
his fingers rub exactly where you need, side to side against your swollen clit, playing you like a toy. “this is what you wanted? this what you waited for?”
“yes! yes!” your legs quiver, lifting your hips up as you writhe in his hold. fingers viscously rub at your clit, drawing your orgasm up with heightened speed. “oh fuckk!”
a hot gush of liquid spills out from behind Heeseung’s palm. spraying out a mess of slick arousal and remnants of cum all over Jake’s stomach. drops of release reaching high enough to hit his chest and chin. reduced down to a snotty sobbing mess as you lock around the wrist continuing to flick between your legs. “c-can’t!”
Heeseung murmurs something inaudible to your foggy ears, teething at your neck as he glides a messy drenched hand up your stomach. smoothing the excess release up and down your chest and sides.
“clean it up.” Heeseung orders with a nod to the mess you’ve made. digging his fingers deep into your hair, he scratches against your scalp as he lowers your mouth to the slop of cum decorating the etched lines of Jake’s abdomen. “..like a good girl.”
whatever he says doesn’t matter anymore, too fucked out to process or care, your tongue loll’s out like a thirsty animal. lapping up your juices mixed with white sticky release. Jake whimpers, sucking air between his teeth, unable to help the twitch his length gives while watching you suck and slurp up everything. nasty, absolutely filthy. sweating down on his bare chest with his best friend’s cock still lodged deep in your ass.
“fuck.” he sighs, defeteaed and strung out. head turning side to side in disbelief of what just happened.
“come here,” Heeseung says, softer now, without releasing your hair as he maneuvers you to sit back up. pinching your chin to face him, muttering for you to show him the sloppy mess still coating your tongue.
hooded eyes sink deep into his skin, landing forehead to forehead with you before shoving his tongue against yours. the entire act obscene, absolutely depraved, licking your mouth clean. swallowing down each drop of saliva and cum that spills past your parted lips. inhaling the guttural moans you let out despite how much you tighten up around him.
he keeps kissing you for a moment longer, finishing with a peck on your Cupid’s bow before asking if it’s okay to move now. cum bubbles from your rim as he glides free, taking time to ease the discomfort for you, littering wet kisses on your shoulder.
“Hee..” whispering, you peek at him shyly, almost fearfully.
“good girl, the best.” he says with a proud smile, helping you lower to lay between him and Jake. brushing soaked hair away from your face, he sighs, chuckling softly at the music still drifting through the window from your party.
“this is crazy.” you let out an exhilarated laugh, sweat drenched and exhausted.
“hmm?” Heeseung mumbles. “what is?”
“really wanted to fuck two guys this summer, at the same time.”
Jake lets out a huge scoff, lifting his head enough to fix you with an offended look. “you used us?!”
“absolutely not.” you correct, lips quirking side to side. “maybe.”
Heeseung swallows, breaking into an uncontrollable laugh. “you know, this wasn’t what I had in mind for my first threesome, but I think I’d do it all over again.”
“I mean,” you turn to face him, trailing up his stomach muscles to his chest. “I’m ready to go again whenever you are.”
Warnings: Heeseung gets a minor injury, hard dom Heeseung, sub reader, oral sex, fingering, degradation kink, strength kink, spanking, cursing, unprotected sex, pulling out, multiple rounds of sex, mirror sex, cum play (sort of), mentions of bathtub sex, mentions of food, overstimulation (sort of)
A/n: Hello hello lomls, I hope everyone’s doing okay <3 I’m back with a hee fic that i wrote after a convo i had with lovely @jainandan :3 we were talking about how cute it is to see Heeseung clumsy but honestly, even that side of him turns me on 🤚🏼 so here is a smut with cracky plot suggested by her, I hope you enjoy reading it <3 as always, all types if feedback is very appreciated, whether it’s a comment, ask, like or especially a reblog with those cute tags! It makes me giggle and hop out of joy when I see your reactions so go on, don’t be shy :3 I wish everyone a very pleasant day/night, see you next time!
⇢ Synopsis: When Wonwoo’s group of streamers started interacting with another team, Wonwoo never expected to meet his match with a gamer by the name of FaeDaddy. Competitive to a fault, the two clash heads as Fae gets more engrained with the group. She’s used to being ‘Daddy’ and having an army of simps behind her, but what happens when she decides it might be fun to tease the only guy who hasn’t wanted to simp for her.
⇢ Pairing: Wonwoo x Original Character
⇢ Genre: smut, slow burn
⇢ Warnings: switchblade play, use of toys/vibrators, pet names, daddy, sir, power dynamics, power bottom/brat oc, spanking, degradation and mean pet names but it’s Wonwoo, unprotected sex, choking, 69-ing, oral (f/m recieving) size kink, man handling, a lot of pushing oc into the bed with his entire body, mean wonwoo, phone sex, sex in public, marking, quickies, multiple sex scenes, etc…
⇢ Word Count: 19.7k
⇢ Tropes/AU’s: gamer/streamer au, enemies to lovers, tsundre!Wonwoo, slow burn, hard/mean dom! Wonwoo, fuck buddies to lovers, lets be fuckbuddy enemies and not tell anyone we’re fucking, secret relationship, etc…
Chapter 1
It was a close game. Wonwoo couldn’t remember the last time he and his team mates had come face to- well, twitch stream, with another group of players who could actually stand a chance against the thirteen member friend group who had been playing together since they were children.
“Shit, I found the sniper.” Hoshi gasped in Wonwoo’s ear, causing one of the last surviving members to groan loudly, smashing his thumb into the controller to run away because Hoshi hadn’t found the sniper.
The sniper had found Hoshi. And it had killed him.
“What’s their gamer tag?” Another teammate asked in Wonwoo’s ear, but he was only half listening as he ran from the location where Hoshi had died, not wanting to be next on the sniper’s chopping block.
“Wait, no way. It’s fucking FaeDaddy.” Mingyu’s voice always received more attention from Wonwoo than others, and he perked up, flexing his shoulders as he jabbed his thumb against the joystick.
“Who’s FaeDaddy?” Wonwoo asked- just as he took a bullet to the head, ending the game with a loss for his team. His eyes immediately went to the chat on the twitch stream, which had exploded, much like his brain.
A few guys laughed through the coms, and it was Jeonghan who answered. “Only one of the fucking coolest new streamers on Twitch. You really have been living under a rock for the past week.”
went from hoshi to minghao to dk and now wonwoo bias PLS I THINK HE IS THE ONE FOR ME i am attracted to his cold expression face and his little cat smile kdmekdoajwnwkskwkw
all of my bias are gamers and introverts (beomgyu, heeseung, wonwoo)
Pairing: virgin pervert heeseung x pervert fem reader!
Warnings: smut, cum eating, fingering, oral fem receiving, oral male receiving, nipple sucking, male masturbation, public masturbation, use of sex toys, voyeurism, stalking, peeping, oral bathroom sex, squirting, public oral sex, teasing, crying.
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Hi, I’m back. Sorry I’ve been so inactive. I’ve just been really busy, but I have some time off and decided to post this for you alI. I hope you all enjoy it!
For most people going to school was the most dreaded part of the day. But for the nerdy boy heeseung, it was the exact opposite.
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