caleb has spent much of his life learning people, what they like, how to perform for their approval, what to say and just how to say it.
this means he carefully guards his true feelings with a veneer of whatever the other person wants to perceive.
however, that all falls apart when it comes to you!
his friends have long-since discovered that if they mention you, caleb is bound to crack. they’ll catch a glimpse of his true thoughts on a matter before he closes himself again, all because your name was spoken.
this principle can also be applied to getting caleb to engage with anything and everything.
“hey, caleb, you coming to the party this saturday?” a friend asks.
caleb does not want to go; it’s loud, and there are too many people to keep track of.
“i’ll think about it, man.” code for: never in my life will i consider this.
“right, right. you know y/n’s going, right?”
caleb straightens immediately. you’re going?
maybe the party won’t even be that obnoxious. maybe he’ll have fun trying different cocktails and satisfy himself with smiling just right.
if you’re going, it can’t be without merit.
“oh. i..yeah, i was planning on going.” caleb backtracks more clumsily than he would like, though he still sounds decisive.
now he’s thinking of you in a dress, seeking him out. he stays by your side all night like some guard dog…
A/N: inspired by this totally innocent text chat w zayne but I just couldn't help myself :)
It starts with a FaceTime one afternoon. He's looking for his scissors to open a package.
“Where do you think you left them?” His camera is propped up on the kitchen counter, and you get a nice view of his broad shoulders digging through drawers. He's wearing a white button up, sleeves rolled up his arms, half dressed for your date tonight.
“Did you check the couch?”
He doesn't turn around to respond. “Nothing, but I did find one of your rings. I'll bring it when I pick you up.”
“You can use my scissors when you get here,” you offer. You're beginning to feel guilty for losing his scissors. He's been looking for 10 minutes now, bringing you all over his house with no success.
He shuts the drawer with a small sigh, turning around to grab the plastic bag. “It's fine. I'll open it with my hands.”
“Your bare hands?”
He glances at the camera with a slight raised brow. “Yes, that's what I meant.”
“But you-” The words slowly fade on your lips as his slender fingers pinch either side of the bag, tendons in his hands prominent as he begins to pull. Your eyes trail to the veins and scars on his forearms and the bulge of his biceps straining against his sleeves.
You swallow, trying to clear your mind of those arms wrapped around you and those fingers sinking into your aching pussy. Shit.
The bag tears open, but you still linger on his fingers, two of them, sliding into the open pocket. You squeeze your legs together to push away the growing ache.
“Something the matter?”
“Mm?” You hum, staring at his hands resting on the counter. “Yes- No- What?”
He chuckles, “I'll see you tonight.”
After that, you start asking him to help you open everything—boxes, jars, anything you can use as an excuse to stare at his hands more. He's convinced that you're injured because why else would you constantly ask him to help you with tasks you usually do yourself.
It goes on like that for almost a week until-
It ends with you on his bed, sitting with him against your back. Those long, slender fingers you daydreamed about for nearly a week straight shoved down your throat and in your drooling pussy. A long mirror is propped in front of you, allowing you to see the skilled hands you've fantasized about absolutely ruining you.
He cornered you earlier, asked you what was wrong in such an earnest way. He was truly concerned for your health and wellbeing, so you couldn't hold it in anymore.
“You should have told me this is what you wanted. We wouldn't have had to play that silly little game of yours.”
Your drool trails down the palm of his hand as he lazily slides his fingers in and out of your mouth. You taste the salt of his skin drag on your tongue and choke down a reply.
“Is this how you imagined it?” He pulls out of your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting from your lip to his finger. He allows for you to respond, but curls his other fingers against your pulsing walls, making you moan.
“Mm, yes,” you gasp, arching your back and wiggling your hips against his cock. He hisses, nuzzling his cheek against yours. “E-Every night.”
“Naughty girl,” he whispers in your ear. He moves slow and torturous, dragging his fingers from your pussy and pushing back in before you start to miss them. “Let me make up for lost time then.”
He works your body up until you're writhing around his fingers and moaning his name. Once, twice, stealing your high from you before you can reach your peak despite your pleas.
You bury your face in his neck, whining and begging to come.
“Watch,” he commands, nudging your chin with his finger. You turn your head to the mirror. Your body glistens with sweat, lidded eyes fall to his hand working between your trembling, twitching legs.
Always want to make this AU tbh, took inspiration from 2004 van helsing movie. Valko as van helsing that can turn into a werewolf, mc as a witch who doubles as a hunter. They on each other throat but one thing another, they need to work together ^^ (also this an excuse for me to try draw furry 😭)
caleb can be a bit unhinged. especially when it comes to you.. and his ‘tomodachi life’ island.
he only started playing in secret when you showed him your own island. all your miis ranging from your close friends to movie characters, he found it sweet that it was your favorite past time. what really sparked his interest was when you said: “i hope your mii falls in love with my mii. we can get married and have kids.”
now, he’s obsessed with your mii on his island. he feeds mii you every day, afternoon, and night. when his island leveled up, he made sure he built you a tiny private island where your colorful house stood surrounded by water and plenty of flowers. he buys you clothes from where & wear everyday and has you both take endless pics at foto-tomo!
caleb also makes sure your mii interacts with nobody else’s but his. dragging his mii across the island just to talk to you. and he absolutely hates it when he comes back just to see you’ve reached the ‘seems like-minded’ phase with anyone else who roams the island.
“gideon? are you fucking serious, man? why are you talking to her?” he growls to himself, the switch lighting up his face in the darkness of his bedroom. he presses delete, watching gideon’s mii disappear before he remakes his close friend and making sure you and anyone else on the island remain as ‘strangers.’
The heat in the room was suffocating, your face flushed hot with embarrassment and something else. Caleb had your back pressed tight to his chest, arm caging you in while his hand held your jaw in a firm grip, making sure you couldn't look away from the obscene video playing on his phone.
“Dont be shy now pips.”
In your defense, you didn’t mean for this to happen, you were merely curious. Caleb never restricted you from any of his things. Passwords, keys, belongings, everything was at your access and disposal, but thinking back on it, you realized you’d never actually utilized all that privilege.
So just for your own amusement, not really expecting to find anything, you took a peek at his phone when he’d left it lying around. To your utter surprise, you found his own little porn collection. And to make matters worse, Caleb walked right in on you.
“Ah I see I’ve been caught.”
He took great enjoyment seeing how flustered you got at his depravity. “Well, since you’re so curious, I might as well tell you all about them.”
You helplessly squirmed in his lap as he sat you through each and every video, pointing out different details and reasons for why he had them saved.
“This one,” pointing towards a girl getting railed on screen, her loud moans and smacking noises filling the quiet room, “she has hair like yours.”
Swiping to the next, it was another girl getting eaten out by a man. “That–” Caleb chuckled, his breath sending a wave of goosebumps down your neck, “I wanted to try that out on you someday.” He made you watch as the man on screen licked and rubbed her clit.
You would be lying if you said all this wasn't resulting in a pool of arousal in your underwear. Unbelievably turned on by the fact that your Caleb had been thinking of you while–
“Gege needs to jerk off too baby, ‘m not perfect.”
You whined in his hold, desperate for him to finally touch you and your leaky pussy. “Caleb no more–”
“Nuh uh, we have to see it through pips.” Suddenly, he reached down to rub you firmly through your shorts. “Gotta get her nice and ready for me.”
He cooed and caressed you through your misery, his hand dragging your face back to the screen every time you looked away, whispering “shh” and wiping your tears away when you sobbed at your pussy clenching around nothing.
“Look, she cries like you, doesn't she?”
By the end of it, you were delirious from begging for dick. He finally relented, kicking off his clothes and your own, laying back on the couch and pulling you up with him.
Your hands planted on his chest, trying to regain sanity with the way his dick was rubbing up against you. Meanwhile, Caleb was smirking below you, watching you struggle to line him up with your entrance.
“Dick s’yours, put it in– fuck.” His words melted away into a groan as he felt your searing heat envelope him, eyes shutting tight.
You sighed at the stretch, sinking down on his impossible size, body held upright by nothing but his hands.
Right as you felt like you were stuffed full, you looked down to see a good few inches of him still outside of you. But you simply couldn't care less and selfishly began riding the part of his cock you managed to fit.
“Pi- pips, what are you doing?” He had his eyebrows scrunched, hands tightening around your waist as he tried to not to shove you down onto his cock.
“I can’t Caleb, ‘s too big.” You just couldn't put him in the rest of the way.
“Psh, do you want gege to help you baby?”
And you nodded, cockdrunk and not fully realizing what you were agreeing to.
“Okey doke.” he grinned and reached up to capture your lips in a deep, filthy kiss, tongue tangling with yours and distracting you from the way he shifted his hold on you.
And he pulled you down all the way.
Your eyes widened, mouth gasping against his as a slurry of fuck fuck fucks escaped him. For all you knew, he could’ve just displaced all your organs.
The shock didn't last for long before it bloomed into hot pleasure. You gripped onto his shoulders, rolling your hips and setting a needy rhythm.
“Just like that sweet girl, ride your gege.”
And you rode him like a woman possessed, desperate and sloppy, forcing yourself up and down his length until the wet slapping sound echoed off the couch.
Caleb’s breath hitched, looking like he was painfully close.
“Okay now– stop moving. Stop,” he whimpered, hands pinning your hips still through your squirming.
He looked up at the ceiling, gritting his teeth as he summoned everything not to bust a load in you right then and there.
And then he suddenly turned your bodies, shifting you to pin you down on the couch instead, swinging a leg over his shoulder, scowling.
“Lemme do my work now.”
And a switch flipped as he started rutting into you like he’d gone nuts.
He kept hitting all your spots, your back lifting clean off the cushions as your release took no time to hit you like a truck.
He sobbed at the feeling of your pussy clenching him like a vice, and he held you closer, chests touching as he rested his forehead on yours, feeling his own climax not too far behind.
“Inside? Fuuck. inside.”
He gripped your ass, pulling you flush against his hips as he filled you up with his seed. He stayed there for a moment, feeling the warm liquid trickle out of your plugged hole and onto the couch, whispering I love yous into your skin.
He huffed, using his arms to pull his weight off you, caressing your bare stomach as he grabbed his phone that was tossed off the side.
“You know…”
He pulled up the camera on his phone, a smile tugging the corner of his lips.
“Maybe you could help gege expand his collection.”
I just saw a tik tok video of a guy on his morning run and who I assume to be his girlfriend following along with him on an electric scooter and my brain said
“Zayne.”
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“Are you sure?” He gives you an incredulous look as he eats the last few bites of his cake. “You hate running.”
“Yes. And yes. Just be sure to wake me when you get up. I want to start joining you. We rarely get to spend time together…I’m willing to make this sacrifice. It’s a sweet gesture, but he’s skeptical. Everyone is well aware how much you hate running despite being a hunter. Honestly you really only run when you have to, your training consisting of different cardio. Not because you CANT, you don’t wanna. Simple as that.
❅❆❅.
He wakes you at 6, just an hour earlier from your normal time.
“Good morning, my love. Do you still want to join me?” He leans over giving a gentle kiss to your temple.
“Mmm just Gimmie 5 more minutes…” and so he does. It was nice having this extra time with him, even if it was only going to be an hour. After getting ready you can’t help but giggle to yourself, him giving you sideways looks as you go down to put your shoes on. The looks keep going when instead of walking to the front door with him, you go into the garage. “I’ll join you out in a minute”
“This makes much more sense” he chuckles watching you zoom out the front garage door on an electric scooter with the biggest grin on your face.
“Okay let’s go!!”
For the rest of job you maintain the same speed as him. Normally zayne wears earbuds on his morning jogs, but this time you talked about anything and everything the whole time. This was much better.
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Like it’s prob shit n’ slop bc I wrote it in the span of like ten minutes while eating breakfast. But i thought it was cute 😔. Fuck I miss zayne but BRING BACK MY VALKOOO
your ex used to say that you were “too loud” during sex… but he says, “the louder, the better!”
feat. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb x fem!reader (no valko yet ‘cause i don’t wanna mischaracterize, and i’m still holding onto the hope that he WILL be back)
cw: smut; dirty talk; oral sex (fem receiving); fingering (fem receiving); cowgirl; doggy; hair pulling; belly bulge + size kink; missionary; biting; slight masochism (caleb); the “ex” in question is implied but not explicitly mentioned, so this can just be read as someone who is embarrassed to moan in front of their partner teehee
notes: birthed this concept whilst in the shower, actually. signed as someone who has never had a toxic ex but does live in a house with thin walls <3
nsfw content below the cut! minors dni
“mmf…”
the low, needy moan resounds from between your thighs. it sends mind-numbing vibrations up your spine.
xavier almost looks like he’s enjoying this more than you are.
your legs, bent at the knees, are thrown over his shoulders. his hands are at your hips, fingers dug desperately into the softness of your thighs like he needs to anchor himself to reality. to you.
the only sounds filling the room are his hot, heavy breaths and the obscene slurp of his mouth against your pussy. he eats you out like it’s the only thing he was put on this earth to do.
in his mind, that’s a pretty good life purpose to have.
he flattens his tongue against your folds before licking a slow stripe upwards. then, he flicks the tip of it right over your clit.
you throw your head back and gasp. your fingers curl around the sheets.
he seems to perk up at the subtle hitch in your breath. suddenly, he lifts his head away from your wet heat. you swallow back the whine of protest that almost crawls its way up your throat.
the lower half of xavier’s face is shiny with slick. his eyes are hooded, pupils blown so wide that his irises are nothing but slivers of blue. he licks his lips, looking absolutely debauched and just like sin incarnate.
“come on, starlight,” he says, voice hoarse and a little breathless. “i know you can do better than that.”
instantly, you flush.
“xaviii,” you whine. “it’s embarrassing…”
your boyfriend doesn’t respond.
instead, he just dives right back in.
with the way his mouth is moving, it seems as though he’s trying to force every moan out of your throat through your pussy. he shoves his tongue into your entrance and swirls it around inside. his arms lock a little more securely around your thighs.
he’s determined, you’ll give him that.
your mouth falls open, but the only noises spilling from those pretty, perfect lips are your labored breaths. your chest heaves as you struggle to suppress the wave of pleasure that threatens to swallow you whole. all you can do in your attempt to fight it is squeeze your eyes shut.
xavier is having none of that.
the lascivious sound of him making out with your cunt intensifies. it’s like he’s trying to wring out every sound that he can get. he’s relentless in his pursuit. he licks and sucks and groans, eyes rolling back in bliss at the taste of you. his nose bumps against your clit, and you jolt.
“xav… hah, x-xavi…”
“mmh.”
his reply is halfhearted at best. the way he sucks your clit into his mouth is anything but.
“xavier!”
your back arches off the mattress as his teeth graze over the sensitive bud.
the cry of his name has his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. his eyes light up for a moment before darkening with arousal.
he shoots you a grin that is very unbefitting of his sweet, boyish features.
“that’s it, angel. give me more.”
zayne has always been quiet during intimacy. usually, the most you’ll get out of him is a low grunt or groan, a whisper of your name or the occasional expletive muttered under his breath. so it was only natural for you to assume that he would also be turned off by a partner who is vocal in bed.
you couldn’t have been more sorely mistaken.
“darling.” his voice is deceptively calm, even as two of his fingers scissor relentlessly in and out of your dripping hole. “please remove your hand from your mouth.”
you barely hear him through the blood rushing in your ears. and even if you could hear, you doubt you’d be able to comprehend it. your brain already feels like it’s melting into a puddle of mush in your skull. when he crooks his fingers upwards, your whine is muffled against your palm.
zayne clicks his tongue.
“don’t make me repeat myself.”
his words are laced with an icy-cold edge that wasn’t there before. you know that tone. you know it means business, and promises punishment if you don’t behave.
so you swallow your pride and ask.
“… huh?”
well, you try to, at least.
ever-gracious and oh-so-patient, he reiterates his request. this time, you catch it.
slowly — hesitantly — your hand drops down to your side.
he hums. “good girl.”
his fingers continue to pump in and out of your sopping cunt. the wet shlick, shlick, shlick that hits your ears makes you want to close your thighs around his wrist.
“zayne,” you gasp. “pl-please, zaynie, i—”
“shhh…” his hand skims up your side, calloused palm sending shivers up your spine. “relax, my love.”
“b-but… i can’t…” you choke on a sob, squirming uncontrollably beneath his touch. “i can’t help it…!”
“i know, darling,” he says. “go on. let yourself go.”
your cheeks flush. adamantly, you shake your head. when the tips of his fingers graze your g-spot again, you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to muffle your whimper.
a quiet sigh escapes from zayne’s lips. it isn’t a sound of anger or frustration or even disappointment. it almost seems pitying, really, when coupled with the sudden softness of his gaze.
the hand that was once a grounding presence at your waist finds a new home at the curve of your jaw. he gently tugs at the corner of your mouth, coaxing you to release your bruised lip from between your teeth. when you finally heed his silent command, he immediately slides his thumb past your parted lips.
“there,” he murmurs, half to himself. “keep it open. just like that.”
your brows furrow in confusion as your sex-addled brain struggles to comprehend why his grip on your jaw has become so firm.
you don’t get the chance to figure it out before he slips another long finger into your fluttering pussy, angling all three upwards until you’re seeing stars.
the moment the heel of his palm grinds down over your clit is the moment that finally breaks you.
“ah!”
the moan you let out is embarrassingly loud, thanks to the way your mouth has been pried open against your will. your entire face feels like it’s been set on fire.
zayne, of course, hardly reacts. only the faintest twitch of his lips and the glint in his eye gives him away. but you can tell he’s pleased, because the next words out of his mouth are gravelly, rough, and a little bit strained.
“good girl.”
for someone who dedicates his life to the pursuit and creation of art, you think that rafayel himself rivals even the most stunning masterpieces currently in existence. especially when he’s sprawled out on the bed beneath you.
a beautiful rosy hue is painted across his cheeks, reaching all the way to the tips of his ears. his eyes are half-lidded and hazy with bliss. his jaw is slack, lips parted around the prettiest moans you’ve ever heard. just the sound of them causes heat to flare up in your gut.
and yet, you still haven’t let out a single pleasured sound of your own. not because he isn’t making you feel good; in fact, quite the opposite is true.
old habits die hard, as the saying goes.
your hips slow to a near-complete stop as you grind yourself languidly against him. you’ve been riding him relentlessly for nearly twenty straight minutes, and your thighs are beginning to ache.
rafayel lets out a whine of protest at the sudden lack of friction.
“cutie,” he whimpers, voice breaking around the syllables. “d-don’t tease. you’re killing me here.”
“i know,” you say. “fuck, ‘m sorry, raf, just— give me a sec…”
his hands tighten around your waist. you can tell his patience is starting to wear thin.
you’re thankful that your hands are already braced on his shoulders for stability. if they weren’t, you would’ve toppled forward the second he started moving.
you hadn’t even noticed the way he planted his feet on the mattress until he begins to jackhammer up into you. he immediately sets a downright brutal pace, hips colliding mercilessly with your own. his fingers dig into the plush of your ass, bouncing you up and down on his cock. he’s not so much guiding you as he is pulling you down — like a siren dragging an unlucky sailor to their demise.
you, of course, are far from unlucky. but you do feel like you’re drowning, with the way he leaves you gasping for air.
“raf— w-wait, slow down…!”
but he can’t. he’s already too far gone, lost in the heat between your legs and the way you clench so perfectly around his length.
his thrusts are sloppy, mindless and desperate. he needs you even more than a fish needs water to breathe. but the fervor with which he ruts up into you is almost punishing, as if he’s trying to say, look at what you’ve done to me. look at how you ruin me.
he’s a wreck. your wreck. and you love it almost as much as he does.
you’re pretty sure you’re going to find bruises in the shape of him tomorrow morning.
“sh-shit, shit, shit,” rafayel warbles, “you’re so beautiful… perfect… gorgeous… my muse…”
each word is punctuated by a sharp snap of his hips. your fingernails dig into his shoulders until red, crescent-shaped indents mar his milky skin.
his moans are unabashed, and oh, so loud. you feel every sound like a vibration in your very soul. you’re lucky he has no neighbors. you still half-expect to receive a noise complaint.
the bedroom is filled with just that — the echoes of his pleasure and the wet slap of skin on skin and your heavy breaths laced with faint whimpers that refuse to fully form.
that is, until he shifts his angle. the swollen head of his cock slams against your spongey front wall, and you shriek.
the sound is so abrupt, so raw, that it feels like it was torn from your chest. mortified, you clamp both hands over your mouth in shock.
rafayel’s pace falters. for a moment, he stills. and for the first time since you took him to the hilt tonight, he’s silent.
the air between you is thick, charged with electricity and something more.
your brain screams at you to do something. apologize, or push yourself off of him, or bury your face in your hands and vow never to look him in the eye again out of sheer embarrassment. anything.
then, he smirks.
he doesn’t even give you a chance to blink before your positions have flipped. the air is knocked out of your lungs as your back hits the mattress, in the exact spot he lay mere moments before. the sheets still carry the warmth of his body. you can’t even fully process the loss of his cock or the emptiness that follows, because in an instant he’s already shoving back into you with a force that makes your back arch and your throat go hoarse with the weight of your scream.
“yes,” he gasps, “that’s exactly what i need. come on, cutie, let me hear how good i make you feel.”
of all the positions sylus has put you in, you think you like this one the best.
not because he reaches the deepest like this, although that certainly is a perk. not because it’s the most comfortable, because if you’re being honest, your knees are starting to hurt.
no, it’s because in this position, you can afford to be as loud as you want.
your hands fist the sheets beside your head as you bury your face a little further into the pillow. the loud moan that rips through you as his hips collide with your ass is completely muffled.
and sure, your drool stains the pillowcase. your teeth catch on tear-stained silk every time the pleasure grows impossible to bear. and yes, you have to admit that it’s getting harder to breathe.
but it feels so good, you forget to care.
“kitten,” sylus groans out from somewhere above you. “if you keep squeezing me like that… this will be over sooner than you think.”
all you can do in response is whine and grind yourself back against him, forcing him deeper until you damn near feel him in your womb.
his grip on your waist tightens, fingers leaving indents in the pliant flesh.
“you’re determined to push every single one of my buttons tonight, aren’t you?” his voice never wavers, though it takes on a new timbre.
your back arches a little deeper. you try to mumble out a response — really, you do — but the only thing you can manage is a choked-out sob into the pillow. the sound vaguely resembles his name.
the obscene squelch of your cunt and the heady smell of sex permeate the air. combined with the considerable lack of oxygen in your lungs, the whole situation is making you feel somewhat dizzy.
another hard thrust drives his tip just below your cervix, and the cry you let out turns your throat raw. you claw desperately at silken sheets, scrabbling for purchase. part of you wishes your nails were raking down sylus’s back instead.
he leans down until you feel the hard planes of his chest against your shoulder blades. his breath is hot as it fans enticingly over the shell of your ear.
“that’s it, sweetie,” he all but growls, “take it. all of it.”
your jaw goes slack as you keen.
before you realize what’s happening, one of his hands is sliding down your body — from your waist to your front, right where your pelvis is canted up at an angle and away from the mattress beneath you. the tips of his fingers trace the curve of your stomach. they linger just below your bellybutton, applying the slightest pressure until—
there.
he feels it. the slight swell that protrudes from your tummy every time he surges forward. his palm flattens over the area. partially for support, keeping you upright, but mostly just to feel the physical evidence of his size and what it does to your body.
a strangled whimper escapes your throat.
you’re getting close. you can feel it. the tightening in your core, the way your pussy squeezes around him like it’s trying to suck him in even deeper.
sylus feels it, too.
you barely have time to process the momentary high before you’re falling over the edge, the pleasure wracking through your body like a tidal wave.
the noise that falls from your lips is strangled and undignified, voice cracking into something unrecognizable as your own.
you don’t register the sudden rush of air that hits your lungs until it’s too late.
the pillow is no longer pressed against your face. silk is no longer clenched between your teeth.
instead, a fistful of your hair is tugging at your scalp, held up by sylus’s hand. the other is still at your stomach, helping to hold you upright.
you can’t see it, but sylus has that signature devilish smirk of his painted across his infuriatingly handsome face.
“there we go. that’s what i wanted to hear,” he says, sounding much too smug for his own good. “now, i want you to do it again.”
sometimes you wonder how your loving boyfriend can be so damn mean.
caleb is unbelievably sweet in all other aspects of your relationship. seriously, he checks every box. he cooks, he cleans, brings home flowers, opens the car door, pays for all your dates, lavishes you with all the love and affection you could ever want or ask for… et cetera, et cetera, so on and so forth. all of it. the works. he’s at your beck and call.
but right now, he’s fucking you like he hates you. he’s got your legs hooked over his hips, knees locked around his waist and ankles crossed at his back. his cock pistons in and out of your dripping hole like he’s trying to drill his way up into your stomach.
not that it’s a bad thing, of course. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it.
but he’s making it really hard to stay quiet.
your teeth sink into his shoulder. it’s the only way you can think to muffle the needy whine that almost falls from your lips.
caleb grunts in pain. or it could have been a low moan of satisfaction. you wouldn’t put it past the masochist in him. and you’d hardly be able to tell the difference, anyway, since it feels like your head is stuffed with cotton.
he slams into you again, and you bite down a little harder. if you were anywhere near coherency, you’d probably be afraid of breaking skin. not that he cares if you do.
his hands are clenched into tight fists, biceps flexing on either side of your head as he digs his nails into his palms. it’s all he can do to ground himself — and to keep from cumming too fast, but that’s a secret that will stay with him.
his chest is flush against yours. he can practically feel every breath you take, the thrumming of your heart against his own… and, of course, the soft curve of your breasts, the tantalizing way they slide and bounce with every move.
admittedly, the latter is taking up a large portion of his attention.
your entire body jolts with every roll of his hips. you’re pretty sure you’re drooling against his shoulder.
it’s not enough for caleb. he's greedy. he wants more.
he wants to see your face. he wants to see your pretty little fucked-out expression, with your eyes rolled back and your tongue lolling out of your slack-jawed mouth. but that would require separation. pulling his sticky, sweat-slicked skin away from yours. drawing back from the heat of your body. and he doesn’t want that. oh, no. that's the last thing he wants.
he supposes that some sacrifices must be made.
so he squeezes his eyes shut, lest he succumb to the temptation. and then, he picks up speed.
the sudden change in pace almost breaks you. the whine catches in your throat.
he notices.
“c’mon, pips…” he’s panting like a dog. “i know you can— fuck— g-give it to me… i want to hear that pretty lil’ voice.”
your nails scratch at his arms, as if in protest of his words. you shake your head weakly. he chuckles, the sound dark and throaty and laced with danger.
“aww, don’t be embarrassed. i— ah, i like it when you get loud.”
caleb knows you like the back of his hand. every thrust is full of intention, the angle of his hips precise. it has sparks exploding across your vision and a moan on the tip of your tongue.
“you’re close, aren’t you? i can feel you clenchin’…”
your pussy lets out a lewd, slick sound in response, answering his question for you.
“that’s right, baby,” he groans. “tell me how much you love my cock.”
you’re pretty sure he isn’t even talking to you anymore.
your head falls away from the junction of his neck, the tip of your nose tracing along his jawline. you inhale deeply, and the scent of his skin fills your lungs.
“caleb,” you slur, lips brushing over the shell of his ear. “please— hck! w-wanna cum…”
you can almost hear the wicked grin in his voice as he responds.
“hmmm… i dunno, pips,” he says, pretending to mull it over. his pelvis grinds over your clit, and you sob.
“maybe if you say it louder, i’ll consider it.”
final remarks: phew, baby's first smut fic posted to the big tumblr dot com. ngl i think i did xavier kinda dirty here, his portion had the shortest wc at 507 :(
Sending your Genshin boyfriend a spicy photo of you while out for dinner (Genshin Male Character x fem!reader)
Warnings: not proofread, suggestive, swearing, minors should not interact, is it considered SMAU cause they don't really have phones in Teyvat? Error in Itto's one, can't be bothered to change it. Xiao is fuckin cute, idk how that happened
Your fingers are digging into the leather seat of his jeep, ass nearly hitting the steering wheel as he guides you up and down the thick length of his cock. "Don't wanna...ha-hurt ya, pretty girl."
His grip is steady on your skin, sweat beading down his temple as he watches your breasts bounce with each drop of your hips. He hadn't even made it to the convenience store. Barely gotten five minutes away from his Gram's home before you were begging him to pull over.
"You're not gonna hurt me." You push down in time with his hands, slamming onto the thick base of his cock with a high-pitched mewl. "Fuck me like you mean it, Val. Please." The growl that vibrates his chest makes you clamp down, hard. Heat flooding your body as his hips jerk up to slap into your own.
"Y-ou're such a devil." He musters, knees hitting the bottom of the steering wheel as he gets leverage. Timing his hands and hips to truly pound into you. "Yes!" Head falling back, your hands slip from the leather to bunch into the shirt you had forced him to put on.
The very shirt you hadn't been able to get off him all the way. It was pushed up as far as you could manage, revealing the toned abdomen and pecs that had landed you both in this predicament in the first place. "Like that! Oh my god, Valko! Yes, yes!"
Valko's face was tense, jaw tight and teeth bared as he struggles on where to focus. His eyes can't land on one spot, stuck on the backwards tilt of your head. The tantalizing exposure of your neck and jiggling breasts. The bite mark he bestowed on you, claiming you as his on full display even in the darkness of the car.
There is also where he keeps disappearing inside of you. Your thighs and his wet with your arousal, wet plaps sounding in the enclosed space. His sense are overwhelmed, the car reeks of sex and your scent. He could cum from that alone, never mind your pretty sounds.
"That's my girl, ride this dick baby. Just like that, yeah? That's how you like it? Nice n'hard? Love it when I pound you dumb?" He's losing it, twitching inside of you as his nails dig into your soft flesh.
"Yes! Yes, fuck. I love it, I love you." You're nearly drooling, finally looking down at him and nearly crying at the fucked out sight of him. "Gonna cum for me?" He manages, face flushed and jaw finally relaxing as his own releases creeps up on him. "O-only if you cum for me... in me, please!" He's done for, you're too much, he's a weak, weak man.
You feel the base of his cock swell, excitedly slamming your hips down before he can do it for you. Body trembling as your orgasm rocks you, the stretch of his knot being enough to push you past the brink.
"Thank you, oh fuck, thank you thank you..." you sob, hips grinding down into his lap as you fall into his chest. Valko's grip is still tight, chest heaving as the first wave of cum floods you. "You're so cute."
He manages, finally loosening his grip to hug you properly to his sweaty chest. The windows of the jeep are fogged, the air inside warmer than when you got in. "We're going to be here for a while." You mumble, wiggling slightly as the second wave of cum dumps into you.
"Ain't that what you wanted?"
"Duh."
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