can u do kabal jacking off on a phone call w his s/o….
god, i jus know he acts feral in this case.
he tries so hard not to cum quick, it's embarrassing. the way he can hear you fucking yourself makes his head spin, he can't tell if it's jealousy or maybe just that he misses you. his hand is wrapped firmly around his cock, a grin on his face as he tries to get even closer to his phone just to hear you more. he babbles out tons of random shit, telling you just how much he wish it was him finger fucking you into oblivion, or how he wish you would cum all over his tongue instead of your tiny fingers. strings of profanities exit his lips as he fills his release- he chases after it, a small whimper embarrassingly leaving his lips when you tell him you're gonna cum too. and you do just that, cumming a bit earlier than he does.
kabal's body shakes as he continuously fists his cock, cumming strings on his lower abdomen as his cock twitches in his hand, his head spinning. after a while of him lazily fucking his cock with his hand (which he was upset wasn't your pussy) , he tells you he has to go, so he does. but he always knew how much you loved seeing his cum, snapping a picture for you with the caption 'came sooo fuckin much for ya'.
after this he goes right back to 'working' with kano. smh.
You didn’t even have to look at him to know that he was staring at you – you could feel his eyes burning into the back of your skull. Those eyes – amber like whiskey - never failed to send a shiver raking down the length of your spine; or rather, it was the dark swirl within them that somehow managed to turn your brain to mush, primal desire clambering to the front of your mind. He could turn you into a horny teenager again with so few words that it was impressive, but irritating. Very irritating, in fact – getting all worked up without being able to do anything about it was the very definition of torture.
In the short year that you’d been in the Black Dragon, it was clear that there was some form of tension between yourself and the hook-wielding male. Normally, this would be resolved with very heated arguments – sparked over nothing in particular but given that the entire team were collectively acting as cock-blocks, yelling seemed to help diffuse that deep burning desire. To on-lookers, he probably appeared to despise you – and vice versa – and whether that was true on his part, you weren’t sure. But what you were sure of was that, given half the chance, you would jump his bones.
Kano, being the dick that he always seemed to be, was planning on setting Erron, Kabal and yourself off on another ‘mission’ – a euphemism for some form of heist or assassination that he didn’t want to disclose too many details on. All you apparently ‘needed to know’ was that there was a shipment coming in on one of Earthrealm’s ports – one that was worth a hell of a lot of money – and as such, it was to be interrupted upon arrival. Erron waved the Aussie off with the excuse of “I got better shit to be doing,” which surprisingly wasn’t met with resistance. You could’ve cursed the Texan – he just solidified your place in the mission.
“What a shithole...” Kabal stated, voice reverberating through his mask slightly. To be able to properly be prepared for the mission, Kano had sent you both on ahead a day in advance – whatever was coming in that shipment was obviously important, he’s never typically this tenacious. Unfortunately for you, that meant that you had to hunker down for the night in what looked to be one of the worst motels in history. The drab, pale grey walls had begun to peel, curls of paint decorating the far wall. The carpet didn’t look to be in better condition, as it seemed to have a stain for every colour of the rainbow. The only clean thing in the room was the bed, but even the sheets were a strange off-white tone.
“It’s freezing in here,” You huffed, fingertips tapping the radiator; ice-cold. With a sigh, you shrugged your duffel bag onto the ground, rolling your shoulders at the relief from the weight,” Fuck it – it could be worse.”
“It could be worse,” Kabal mocked under his breath, kicking the door shut with his heel. You rolled your eyes at his impish actions – it had been a long day, in fairness, but if you were going to be able to share a room for the short time you would be here you’d have to get along. There would be no use killing each other over something as trivial as a motel room.
Kabal tossed his stuff haphazardly to the side of the bed, launching himself onto the covers. The mattress creaked in protest to the sudden movement. Now that he was sprawled across it, the bed seemed to be a lot smaller than it was before – it wouldn’t fit two people. Images of you sharing with him flashed into your mind, involuntarily tinting your cheeks a light pink.
“Didn’t your Mother ever teach you that staring is rude, Sweet Cheeks?” Kabal smirked, rolling onto his side to stare at you in amusement. You blinked a few times, a deeper blush now clouding over your face at the realisation that you’d most definitely been staring,” I mean, I know I’m hot, but –“
“Wow, so humble,” You retorted, having recovered from your temporary mortification,” I was concerned about the fact that your fat ass is taking up the entirety of the bed.”
His brows raised, a short chuckle escaping his lips,” Oh, so the mouse does have a voice. I mean there’s plenty of room here for two people…might just have to get a bit close.”
As appealing as that sounded, you weren’t going to give him the benefit of even taking him on. You turned, kneeling on the floor to dig through your duffel bag. With your back turned to him, you missed how intense his stare became on your form. The way you were crouched – on your knees, sitting back on your feet – made your ass look amazing. The sight alone made his cock stir in his pants. He bit his bottom lip, only averting his faze when you turned back towards him, folded clothes in hand,” You do what you like – I’m going for a shower.”
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No matter what he did, he couldn’t get that image out of his head; your ass was perfect. You were perfect. One image transformed into another – he wondered how your skin would feel under his hands, his touch. His stiffening cock gave him no relief, straining against the tightness of his pants. The noise of the shower running gave way to another set of images – he wanted to join you so badly, pin you up against the tiled wall and fuck you until you couldn’t walk. He moaned lowly as his palm swiped across his clothed dick, his attempts at diffusing his growing arousal only adding fuel to the fire burning in his loins.
The sound of the shower door opening brought him crashing back to reality. He quickly swiped the pillow from the head of the bed, using it as a shield to hide his now obvious erection from you. You stepped out from the bathroom, a navy-blue fluffy towel wrapped around your body, hair still slightly dripping water. His hazy eyes didn’t know where to look first – your legs, now exposed to him for the first time. He’d only ever seen you in your uniform – a relatively skin-tight number which, to quote Kano the wordsmith, was “pure boner-food.” Your breasts were slightly squished against your body, from where your arm held the towel close to you so it wouldn’t fall. You unknowingly were killing him.
“Kabal?” He blinked. You were standing much closer to him now, and he felt his heart rate spike. He swallowed thickly, watching as a bead of water slid down from your neck, to the valley between your breasts, away from sight.
Holy shit – he was definitely checking you out. Feeling brave, you took another step forward, coming to stand between his legs which hung off the edge of the bed. His grip was tight on the pillow that rested in his lap; it didn’t take a genius to guess why that was there, given his tense posture and lustful gaze. You could see he was mentally fighting with himself on what to do next. This was the first time you’d been able to be truly alone with him, and who knows when you’d next have an opportunity like this. So, you went for it.
You crashed your lips to his, eyes closed; if he pushed you away, then fair enough. But he didn’t – he did the opposite. You gasped into his mouth as he took your waist in his hands, tugging you firmly into his lap. The pillow had been tossed aside; your bare sex collided with his clothed cock, hard and twitching under your weight. The friction sent a soft whimper tumbling from your lips. Kabal smirked, hands taking the edges of the towel in his hands. With one tug, you were completely bare in front of him.
A hot blush came to your features as his eyes roamed the exposed flesh in appreciation, tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip. His hands skimmed your bare sides, moving slowly upwards to cup your breasts; he gave the soft mounds a gentle squeeze, grinning as he pulled more soft, wanton moans from your mouth. His thumbs toyed with your nipples,” You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this, Princess.”
Princess. Something about the nickname, coated in lust and want, coming from him sent a wave of heat to your core. He bent over, placing his mouth over your left nipple, tongue flicking the pebble gently. Your hand came up to tangle in his hair, ruffling his pony tail as you scratched lightly at his scalp. He let go with a slight ‘pop’, sucking your clavicle harshly, lightly scraping the flesh with his teeth.
In a flash, you suddenly had swapped places. You were sprawled out on your back against the sheets, Kabal now crawling over you. You chuckled breathlessly, arms looping around his neck to pull him down to you in a heated kiss. He let out a groan as your tongue traced his bottom lip, begging for entrance. Well, who was he to deny you?
He leant down on his left elbow, supporting his weight, as his right hand began to slide down your body. His nails scratched lightly on your navel, watching as your hips wiggled in anticipation at what was to come. His form slinked off the bed, coming to kneel at the end of the bed. He took your thighs in his large hands, pulling your centre closer to him. You giggled at his strength, biting your lower lip coquettishly.
Kabal’s attention was now directed towards the spot between your legs. You were wet, glistening in the low light. His index finger traced your folds, deliberately avoiding your clit,” Holy shit.” Before you could even reply, his finger slid into your warmth, curling in search of that special spot that would have you squealing. Your toes curled as he brushed against it, a second finger joining the first to add more pressure. You moaned out a garbled, high-pitched version of his name as he sped up his movements, the sinful sound of your slick folds growing louder.
Just as you could almost taste your approaching orgasm, he pulled away, a string of clear, slick connecting his fingers to your pussy. Your shoulders raised off the bed, brows furrowed in frustration for your lost orgasm,” What the fu-“ He slid his slickened fingers into your mouth, moaning lowly as you suckled the digits.
“You talk too much, Baby,” He jested, placing his hot tongue over your clit. Your eyes shut, moaning around his fingers as he sucked on the small bundle of nerves like his life depended on it. Your legs took refuge on his shoulders, the hard muscles tensing and relaxing as he moved. His thumb took to circling your clit, tongue dipping into your centre. You reached for his hair, trying to pull his head closer to you if that was even possible. Kabal hummed, hand squeezing your thigh, the vibrations almost making your eyes roll back into your skull.
You gasped, body shuddering in delight as he pulled your climax out of you. Kabal let you ride out your high, holding your hips to his face tightly, arms locked around your waist. He licked his lips, before stepping back to admire his work. You’d barely even started and he’d reduced you to a quivering mess,” This is beautiful.”
You giggled, slowly sitting up. Your body was still tingling in post-orgasmic bliss, but the night was far from over. Standing on slightly shaky legs, you cupped his aching bulge in your hand, grinning as he let out a hiss. His hand game to grab your ass, kneading the supple flesh in his hand. Wordlessly, you reached for his belt-buckle, taking the metal clasp in your hands, undoing it swiftly.
You slid your hand down past his boxers, grasping his dick. The sensation of your soft palm meeting his hot flesh was enough to make him shudder, eyes closing in bliss. But he needed more. He needed you.
He shrugged his tank top off, his necklace jangling as he tossed the material over his shoulder. You helped shimmy his pants and boxers down to his ankles, which too were flung off to one of the corners of the room. His hands scraped the wet tendrils of your hair into a makeshift ponytail, as your nails scratched at his happy trail. His stomach jumped at the sensation and you grinned. He smiled lopsidedly,” You minx.”
Your small hand wrapped around the base of his dick, giving it a few slow pumps. A bead of pre-cum formed at the head; you caught it with the pad of your thumb, smearing it across his tip. Kabal took in a deep breath, his grip tightening slightly on your hair in response. Your tongue licked a bold stripe from his balls to his tip, pressing into the vein on the underside of his shaft, before sucking the head into your mouth.
“We should’ve started doing this – fuck – a while ago, instead of fighting,” Kabal moaned out as you slurped his entire length into your mouth. His tip hit the back of your throat, eliciting a short gag as you took him as far as you could go. Pulling back, your hands jerked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth as you bobbed your head faster, his hips now jerking randomly in response. You hummed a girlish moan against his shaft, cradling his balls in your hand. The additional stimulation had him throwing his head backwards with a low groan, beads of sweat forming on his brow.
You pulled back with a ‘pop’, hand still pumping his length briskly,” I didn’t think you liked me at all, but clearly I was wrong – at least, to some degree.” Kabal nodded, catching your wrist in his hand to pull your grip from his dick. You stood to your feet, slightly woozy as the blood rushed to your head. He pulled you close, chest to chest, capturing your mouth in an intense kiss.
He scooped you up into his arms, legs wrapped around his waist. His arms hooked underneath your thighs, holding you up as if you were as light as a feather. Kabal pulled away with a boyish grin,” You were wrong, Sweet Cheeks – I can’t stop thinking about you, you’ve grown on me.”
You giggled as you were tossed backwards onto the bedspread. Kabal’s hungry gaze watched your breasts bounce, before he covered your body with his own. Your legs snared his waist, hand reaching down to stroke him once – then twice – before lining him up with your eager, dripping core. His whiskey-coloured eyes stared into yours as he shifted his hips forwards, sheathing himself inside you with one slow thrust. You gasped as there was a slight sting in response to his size, your body adjusting to the intrusion, as he started to move; first with slow, languid thrusts, until he was ploughing you into the mattress.
He hissed as your nails scratched down his back, clinging onto his shoulder-blades for dear life as his cock reached deeper – and deeper within your centre. Your eyes closed in pure, hot bliss, moans tumbling out of your mouth with each of his movements. His cock felt better than anything you’d ever experienced in your life – rivalled only by his mouth and fingers. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, holding you to him in a very intimate embrace. It was odd but not unwelcome, as you latched onto his neck to stifle your moans that were gradually growing in volume.
“Fucking shit,” He cursed, throwing his hips forwards into yours, jolting your body upwards at the movement. His lips caught yours in a sloppy kiss, as he felt his cock begin to twitch within your walls,” I’m gonna cum.”
“You wanna cum on my face?” You purred. He didn’t pause his thrusts, but your sultry tone caught him by surprise. Holy shit, he fucking loved you. His thumb pressed into your clit harshly, drawing another orgasm from you, your pussy gushing all over his dick. With a grunt, he pulled his shaft out from your core, fisting it back and forth quickly over your form. Your flushed face and wanton moans spurred him on, a string of curses tumbling from his lips as he reached his climax; hot white spurts of cum splashed across your chest, chin and hair.
You sighed a sweet moan, biting your lip in a futile attempt to stifle a grin,” That was hot.” He groaned as you swiped some of his cum from your chin onto your finger, licking it into your mouth.
“You are hot,” Kabal retorted, as he collapsed onto the mattress beside you, placing the pillow back in its rightful place.
“I’m gonna go clean this off,” You gestured to your sticky chest; he smiled proudly at his work. Kabal folded his arms behind his head, watching as you sauntered around the room with a slight limp, fetching a pack of baby-wipes from your bag to swipe away the sticky residue. Having done so, you slid in beside him; the lack of space wasn’t such a bad prospect now, as he pulled you closer, nose buried in your hair.
“You said I’ve grown on you,” You teased, playing with the crocodile tooth of his necklace with your thumb and forefinger. He hummed, cupping your smaller hand in his own, tracing your knuckles. His other hand drew shapes on your lower back, whiskey eyes softer than before – or maybe it was the light.
“That you have,” He replied simply,” I think you’re hot – you’re beautiful, smart, funny, and sometimes a pain in the ass – but that’s why I like you, Sweet Cheeks.”
Can u write Kabal with a very innocent/sensitive reader where he comes home bloodied and they see it? Take ur time !!<3
awwwwee , dw abt too many kabal requests i really enjoy them !!! this was a lil longer than intended and honestly kinda angsty??? but here u go lol
Honestly, your boyfriend could be scary. From the way he would always pick random fights, down to anything he'd do for money alongside his buddy Kano. It didn't make sense to anyone how you even came to fall in love with him, you hated fights.
But nights like these always mattered, they always meant something.
Nights when Kabal came home, dried blood covering nearly every part of his body, as he tossed his blades to the sides causing them to 'clink' on the ground beside you— you were unsure what blood was his. He'd approach you— he stinks, but you didn't care that much— he ripped off his mask, an earlier bleeding nose now dry. He wants to hug you, but he's wary— until you open your arms for him, for him to just jump into you.
He wraps his arms securely around you, mumbling something about 'missin' you' before his head lowers to your chest, hands grabbing at your back— it didn't matter if he was cut, shot, or even dying— he wanted to stick his dick inside of you, it didn't matter where. He groaned into you, using his other hand to squish any part of your breast against his face, before he pulled away—
"Can I kiss you?—"
You blink for a few seconds, deciding between pleasing your boyfriend or having blood on you for the first time— Kabal's hands tap on your hip, "The blood on my face is mine— if that's what yer' worried about." he mumbles, moving a bit closer.
"All of it?— You, you lost a lot of blood—" he sees the way your eyes tear up, probably envisioning what type of fight he got into this time.
His hands go to your face next, carefully placing his lips on yours— hoping, praying, that you don't pull away, that you accept everything that comes with dating him.
You do. You reciprocate the kiss, the taste of blood lingering on your tongue, it tasted like iron, but underneath that you tasted him. Your boyfriend.
He groans for a moment before deepening the kiss, his tongue entering your mouth as he uses his hands to grab onto the couch, nearly tearing the fabric— he always had a hard time relaxing himself.
You pull away from the kiss when he made a sound of pain, your face worried— "Busted my lip." he laughed out, hand pointing to his lip, the wound open. You place your hands on his cheeks, a pout on your lips, "Did you fight with anyone I know?", Kabal blinks a few times before nodding.
"Who?"
"Erron Black—" he says, his voice a bit muffled due to you mushing his cheeks. You sigh for a second, leaning back on the couch, legs spreading to allow your boyfriend to move closer.
"Here, use me. You can take it all out on me." you internally curse yourself for saying that because you know— Kabal will probably overwork you and himself.
Can u write Kabal smut plzz? :3 anything u want idm!! Also hope ur doing well :33
im doing okayyy !! thanks for requesting nonnie :3.
kabal holds your head close to his chest as he fucks his fingers into you, smirking as he listens to your moans— the sheets beneath you are soiled with your slick and squirt, face messy with drool and tears as you desperately try to grab onto something.
" s'too fast,, — mmgh, slow— ah— slowerrrr—" you whine which only causes him to increase the strength he's using, your plump thighs shaking as they instinctively try to close around his arm.
"Hahhh?? Can't hear ya, the slappin's too loud." he laughed out, as he pressed his palm flat against your clit each time his fingers pushed inside of you— making your clit all cute n puffy for him.
i love kabal so much, hes my little fucking meow meow. my skrunkly, my fucking natural vibrator—
Kabal tilts his head to the side watching his cock slide in and out of your mouth as spit drips down your chin, his hand on the back of your head— grabbing your hair. he grins, his other hand going to slap against your cheek, thrusting a few times into the heat of your mouth.
the slurping sounds are so lewd, you felt like a whore. you fondle his balls with your hand as you suck on his cock, tongue running against all of his veins— eyes brimming with tears as you struggled to take all of his size. he pats your cheek, pulling your head back by your hair— 'open your mouth' is what he says next, to which you obey.
your mouth falls open, instinctively sticking your tongue out before Kabal presses the tip of his cock flat against your tongue. he leans over, spitting onto your tongue— some of it missing and coating your cheeks a bit.
he laughs as he grabs ahold of his cock, pumping it a few times before thrusting it into your throat, causing you to gag around him— the tears from earlier finally slipping out.
