caleb thoughts (loosely on trying to make him fit & first time) on the mind... minors do not interact !!!
caleb helping you prep and stretch before your first ime
though you do feel a tad weird, it doesn't come off as condescending. just a pang of insecurity sweeping over at your lack of experience, how even now you're still that little kid.
he takes his time with you, mouth on you for more than you can count, the wet of his tongue spreading a cold sensation over your body, how he touches you down there with lithe touches and you feel chills down your spine from his fingers- rubbing your thighs together and trying to push him away with a yelp, mumbling about the cold and he chuckles, just how adorable you are.
it goes for so long you've forgotten what was supposed to happen, that this is just the warn up to the real thing. you feel spent already, cummed too many times for your body to catch on, you feel dizzy, barely here, eyes locked onto his face but there's nothing else between your eyes, not a single thought left forming.
caleb is caring, always have been. with your best interest in mind, he wants your first time to be perfect, to be easy, enjoyable. he wants you to feel that stretch, your bodies adjusting to each other in perfect unison, how you'll wrap around him and his dick will twitch inside of you in return. two pieces of a puzzle, finally together without a single thing separating the two of you.
by the time it comes down to it, you don't even register, nor have you considered the possibility that he'd be big too. sure, it was to be expected from his frame and height, even from the bulge you could make out on the days he wore sweatpants but seeing him in all his naked glory, red and painfully hard at the sight of you, for you, you feel something in your chest- there is excitement that comes with the fear of barely having him fit inside of you, how he'll maybe bruise your cervix in the process, you lick your lips without even noticing, how he might not even manage to bottom out the first time, that you'll feel his presence in you for days after...
while your mind runs a thousand ways, countless ways you'll have his mark on you, he watches your lips glistening with your spit, how your breath hitched when you took a good look at him and ran your fingers through his lenght, from the hazy look you were wearing to your now-dilated pupils, how your hair stands on end- skin prickly and cold as all blood rushes down to your groin and the sight of your nipples hardening.
caleb is a patient person, or tries to be, when it comes to you. however long it may take, he'll make sure to take his time with you.
Moving up and down his length while his fingers work on your clit, the warm water of the bath enveloping you both in an embrace much inviting, dizzying and slippery…
choosing a thermal water resort for a vacation destination wasn’t the worst of ideas but sharing the room was not the wisest perhaps.
With each movement you manage to do on your own and feel the cold hit against your skin, you recoil further towards Anaxagoras, hiding your face by the crook of his neck. He rewards your display of defeat with open arms, his hand fastening its demonstrations, applying pressure just the way you like it, other hand tracing patterns up and down your back, occasionally palming a little bit of water to have to spill down your spine- to pull you closer to him, lips resting against your skin, listening in and feeling the vibrations of your pleas and mumblings.
Mostly just repeated phrases of satisfaction but one particular roll and you murmur how it feels so good, that you feel ‘complete’— he is unsure how much longer he can hold himself together.
notes: idk… don’t look at me. multiple bllk characters x f!reader— but Kaiser focused, Shidou implied to be your best friend ig, idk how clear it is but that “voice” by the end belongs to Sae (these r all the specified characters I can think of rn)
warnings: implied dubcon, alcohol mention, fingering, voyuerism and exhibitionism. Minors do not interact. Lmk if I’m missing any tags!
An impromtu night in with bllk boys- that somehow ends up with someone’s genius idea to play shitty high school games, everyone’s too buzzed to refuse or even fully register so it starts with the classic truth or dare
You feel a little too bold- and clearly forgotten about tour unspoken rule for this game, and pick “dare” for your first.
Your dearest friend Shidou dares you to sit on Kaiser’s lap without missing a beat. And when you try and protest, you’re hushed with a finger pressing to your lips, now now, you chose dare, no? So be nice and play along.
The night only goes downhill from the on for you. With Kaiser being touchy but remaining somewhat cold and more and more questions being targeted at you, you’re certain they’re spinning the bottle in a way that’ll end up pointing at you always.
“So, what color is your underwear?” Oliver says, and you whip your head to hide your face- sadly the only way to do so is Kaiser’s neck so you take all you can find but feel a finger by the band of your bottoms, pulling the band to take a peak and answer on your behalf “blue, lace too.”
You can hear a whistle from somewhere, and Oliver following up with a why. “You got your answer so shut it” you retort and can hear several laughs raising in the room. A little too late the seriousness of your situation sits in- it’s a den of wolves and you’re thrown in the center to be their latest victim.
You try to move and get away as much as you can from Kaiser— at least to not feel his breath down your neck, his lips ghosting the skin there, but with strong hands pinning you down to his lap, he sneers at you, “I’d suggest you keep the squirming down a little. Unless you’re offering to help out later.”
Giving him a puzzled look at his words, he relaxes his hold on you only to press you down again, slowly grinding you against him— it’s impossible not to feel his hardened length against you and only then his words sink in, something akin to fear taking over your features and making him grin.
When the bottle spins and finds you two once more, slightly tilted towards Kaiser but you aren’t sure, you cannot trust your senses any more, you try and protest only for the hand stroking your leg to squeeze and make you shut. “Fine, we will play as two and answer in turns.”
And much to your dismay, he always, always picks dare. One wants a peak at the lace, one says you look like you’re begging to have a couple fingers inside, so Kaiser follows suit. Always with a shrug, saying he’s simply following suit of the game. Long, agitating hours of his fingers inside of you, his thumb occasionally massaging your clit and drawing small mewls out of you— with how you’re, you bury your face to the crook of his neck, mouth gaping slightly, overheating all over your body, it feels too much, he feels too much.
Then you hear someone, you think Karasu but you’re not sure, asking if it’ll always be limited to two.
When he inserts a third finger, you cannot hold your gasp anymore, clutching at Kaiser’s shoulders.
Shidou only makes the matters worse— you don’t know when he switched places but every once in a while he leans in and suggests Kaiser where else should he touch to drive you a little more crazy, a little more stupid. The blond is not the least bit of happy regarding this but Shidou only offers a smile that unsettles you and says it’s all just things you told him willingly on another night drunk off your minds, talking about pleasure and whatnot.
As the game reaches its high and the bottle long forgotten now, another dare is thrown into the mix, to put on a little show, to allow them all an audience.
Nudging your legs to the side, Kaiser increases his pressure on your poor clit, nibbling on your ear, he whispers to only you that if you do this final thing, he will reward you— this only makes you clench around his fingers more, already aware despite your drunken state that he means to fuck you stupid properly and for only him to see.
You think you feel more hands on you, you’re unsure, with desperate to hide your face and bite onto Kaiser’s shoulder every time it feels too much, you don’t have the heart to look at any of them.
You feel someone blowing on your ear at last, telling you to let go and not contract your body like that. Have mercy on your body and stop holding back. The voice sounds like it wants the best for you, like this is the most logical way to go, that it’s pointless to resist. So you nod weakly and feeling you relax in his hold, still pressed against him, Kaiser chuckles at your admitted defeat.
Knuckles deep inside of you, he increases his pace, his thumb toying with your clit and his other hand roaming your body. Pushing your legs further apart to settle his leg inbetween, his hand sneaks under your shirt and finds your breasts. Kneading the tender flesh there, you begin your body to jolt slightly, mumbling to no one in particular pleas of nothing, trying to squeeze your legs shut and hips meeting the pace Kaiser has set with his fingers.
With a snap, you feel yourself shake and body going limp, no more strength left in you to try and shy away push your legs together. Barely meeting the rhythm of his finger still inside of you.
When Kaiser pulls away, you cannot help but whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Raising his cum soaked fingers, he seems to demonstrate for a while, turning his hand to inspect for himself and brings the digits to your lips.
Without a word, you feel something pushing against your lips and open, licking clean whatever you’re being dared to do so now. Sucking on Kaiser’s fingers, you let go with a slow pop.
Bringing his other hand to your cheek, he makes you face him and seems to give it some thought. Swiftly, he places the hand under your knees and gets up, picking you up in the process and walks to where he knows is the bedroom, ignoring the protests of the men left behind in the living room.
Anyways. Prone bone with Kaiser and he is bottomed out inside of you, you have no idea how many times you’ve cummed already but he won’t seem to let go any time soon
You’re barely there maybe but never really lose the grip on the reality. It’s worse to keep your eyes open because then you’ll be painfully aware of the source of warmth underneath you- Ness with his soft chest, panting and heaving under you, trying so desperately to keep quiet but every time Kaiser thrusts, he feels your slick core grinding against him so deliciously- creating a friction that only makes the matters worse for him.
With each thrust, Kaiser presses you down with one hand on the nape of your neck and Ness can feel his length move against his skin through the barrier of yours. A contact is a contact, be it indirect or not. The mix of your cums rubbing against him, with his precum and aching cock, all he can do is to lie down and take all the crumbs the two of you- Kaiser will be allowing him.
Every once in a while, you try to move, maybe get up, maybe to face him or try and take a little control of the situation but the hand at the back of your hand keeps you fixated, leans down, his sweaty chest pressing against your back, trapping you between the two men, and whispers you to play nice or you won’t get to cum again, to behave or you won’t be getting anything else.
He places a soft kiss on your shoulder to make the matters worse, sometimes a peck that is more like a bite on the lips if anything. At the first hours of the night, you’d try and bite back, taste his blood on your lips with a smug grin but now with your mouth open, tongue out and drooling all over Ness, Kaiser gives you the tiniest fraction of something akin to soft and care while his eyes meet Ness’.
caleb placing one hand on your abdomen, low enough so you know it's never some "oh, you've got a stomach ache? does your tummy hurt?" type of concern.
sure, not a moment goes by that he is not worrying over you even for the smallest of things but the placement of the hand is so he can feel you feel him. his every thrust, how your entire body contracts as he slides in an out, how your body will spasm as you let your big brother fill you with his cum.
you're not even allowed a sliver of moment to be staring at how big and warm his hand is against your body, too out of it to even comprehend it. all you feel is satisfying sensations in and out, your brother caressing your stomach with his thumb and your eyes roll out again.
it's also a gesture, a wishful preparation for further fantasies maybe, imagining just how much bigger your belly would get, all swollen and your skin glowing, as with body alone you'd tell the world you're his, his and only his.
caleb loves feeling you whenever he can; but something about feeling himself inside of you, every movement and spasm his cock causes your insides to let out, keeping you still and nice there just like he wants, helping you reach the perfect angle and how easily he could get you knocked up in no time and forever his-
contents: a quick caleb (lads) blurb, adult content, minors do not interact!
oral (m! receiving), fingering, praise (mc kinda fucked outta their mind already if u squint)
Your head resting on Caleb’s lap, hands all over him grabbing and desperate, giving him the most pathetic cutest kitten licks with hazy dropping eyes as his hands work on you to ease you up, stretch you, open and massage you just perfectly- turning you into a melting puddle all over his lap as his free hand pets through your hair- in between your noises of pleasure and sopping wet lips around his length, you can hear him praise you, coo at you, telling you how good you’re being for him, how perfect and wonderful you are
He chuckles at your excitement and desperation to keep going further and he feels a tang of fear- concerned you might bruise yourself trying to take it all in but you give him the biggest teary eyes pleading, begging to have more of him, that it’s alright, you’re all grown now, that you’re not a little girl anymore, you can take it, take all of him-
(best friend!narumi gen au, no kaiju, he is ruining my life i-. gn!reader btw)
Your back against the wall, perched on the counter, Narumi Gen holds you in place with both hands at your sides.
Transfixed by the sight of your hands, your faint breathing with every small movement, overwhelmed by the feeling of you around him even if it’s just so little.
His gaze falling down, following your line of sight and he watches how you slowly pull him in and out, careful movements, your delicate hand now grabbing at his cock but still there is a gentleness in the midst of your shared desperation.
As the feeling grows, he feels himself snapping out of it and chuckles- “Hey”
His voice comes out in a rasp, “didn’t we- ah, say just the tip?” He tries to play it cool, to conceal that he doesn’t really mind going all the way.
How can he, when he has gotten a taste of being so deep inside of you already? But since you said at the beginning—
You let out a small laugh at him then, his words and expressions contradicting one another, not to mention his body aching for more.
Your head thrown back as much as the small space allows you to, offering him a great angle of your neck with your eyes closed and a playful smile hanging on your lips, you wait like that for a second until you lean back into him.
There is nothing innocent about the way you look at him but that’s a deduction he can only make with experience. Big eyes with a glint to them and a small smile that is barely a pout, “Well…” you drag the word like honey, your head tilted to the sight.
“I thought since you’re so good to me,” you straighten up again, dragging your nails along his length, “and always eager to help…” he feels a shudder down his spine when he feels your fingers, cold and barely touching his skin, burning where they leave—
“It’d be so rude of me to not reward you- for being such a good friend and after all this tease, no?” You speak the words like you’re asking to give him the answers to a final, offering to share your lunch with him.
Your fingers come to a halt and Narumi feels your grip on him again, slowly bringing the tip of his cock to your entrance. Your other hand comes up to his cheek, thumb grazing over him.
“And you did say you could fuck me better than that guy, no? Narumi groans at the sudden intrusion and thrust of your hips- your walls contracting around him and his cock wrapped in your warmth. The contrast of your speed compared to what you’ve been doing all night long has him feeling light headed.
His head falling, supported by your palm only, he smiles at nothing, breathy-
Your other hand slowly goes up to his hair, your fingers fiddling with the strands for a second, pushing them back like he usually stylizes them.
You stroke once then grip at his hair and tug him back the second time, “Let’s put it to test, shall we?” You grin at the man and pull him in for a kiss.
no thoughts head empty just thinking about riding ningguang's thighs on a rather busy evening while she reads over some documents and occasionally pinches your skin or gives you a little pat to encourage you to keep going, when she begins to feel you easing into the comfort a little too much, she'll drag a sharp nail against your spine, jolting you awake in the process and giving you a little reminder of just how her nails will be feeling on your back and the marks she'll leave in their wake
just because she is now a highly important and busy individual should not mean the two of you will be deprived of each other... but when she has her hands full and attention focused elsewhere, you gotta be nice and behave, make sure not to make a mess outside her lap. being on your best behavior always gets rewarded in the end and just the thought of what might await you in the longer run has you dizzy with anticipation.
