it would be really cute if valko was one of those tough guy characters that always had a lollipop in his mouth instead of a cigarette....!!!! like itto!!!
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | Sometimes it feels like Valko’s more your friend than your boss, but that’s precisely the problem—boundaries inevitably blur, and feelings you’re not supposed to have push constantly against your ribs. And then keeping secrets from someone who sits just feet away from you five days a week, ten hours a day, only becomes that much harder when you find yourself stuck in an elevator with him late one night and... well, let’s just say nobody likes to take the elevator after that.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | non-MC reader, fluff, coworkers/friends to lovers, rom-com vibes, light angst, mutual pining, idiots in love, not actually unrequited love, poor reader is so oblivious, Valko is probably OOC since I know next to nothing about him (but whose fault is that?), EVENTUAL SMUT in a later instalment.
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𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 | This will be my first full blown fic that I’m sharing with the world, and I’m a bit nervous 👉🏻 👈🏻 🥺 Please be kind <3
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𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
“Hey.”
“Hm?”
“If you could trade bodies with anyone in the world, who would you pick?”
From the opposite side of the elevator comes a scoff. “No one. I’m amazing, why would I wanna trade?”
“Come onnn,” you groan. It’s been nearly an hour since the elevator’s stopped, and your butt is getting sore from leaning against the handrail. You shift, trying to get more comfortable, but it’s impossible. The thin flats you’re wearing also don’t offer much support, and your calves are already starting to get sore from standing.
“That’s such a boring answer,” you almost whine, doing everything but stomping your feet like a petulant child, “and I’m so dang tired of watching the floor indicator not change.”
You’d think that in a fancy building like this one, smack dab in the middle of downtown Linkon’s sparkling financial district, that things would be better maintained than most. Instead, you’d gotten onto the elevator at the thirty-fifth floor, the prestigious executive suite, only to get stuck between floors twenty-eight and twenty-nine just seconds later.
It’s nearly ten o’clock on a Friday night. Almost everyone has already gone home for the night, with the exception of you because a) they say you have a problem, and the word they most often use is “workaholic”, and b) when you’re executive assistant to the chairman to EonCore Tech, there’s rarely ever a day when you leave right at five.
And the Chairman himself?
You look up, the glass surrounding the elevator letting in more than enough moonlight for you to see Valko leaning against the wall. You do your best not to swoon, watching silently as he reaches up to run one large hand through his auburn hair. His suit jacket is unbuttoned, and your eyes cannot help their descent down the length of his tie towards—
“‘Dang bored’, she says,” a small huff of laughter, and then Valko is looking back at you. You try not to squirm under his golden yellow stare, try not to break eye contact too quickly lest he starts getting that look on his face—the one that says he’s worried about you—and your resolve starts to weaken. He stares at you for a second, then two, before he relents and turns away, allowing you to breathe again. “Fine. I’d pick you then.”
“Me?” You blink.
“Yeah, you,” and then he’s smirking.
“…Why?” You ask with narrowed eyes, slowly angling your body away and giving him a dirty look, even though you’re pretty sure your blood’s just turned into lava when he gives you a slow, very deliberate once-over.
“Why do you think?” He’s still smirking. Asshole.
“You—!” You raise your fist threateningly, but Valko just snickers. One of his canines poke out over his plush lower lip, and with the way he side-eyes you with such mirth, it’s a deadly combination.
You want to punch him in his stupid, perfect face. Or shove your tongue down his beautiful throat. Or punch him and then shove your tongue down his throat. Oh yes, that sounds delectable—
Nope, dangerous territory. Abort. I said abort!
He doesn’t make it easy for you.
“Mmm… I’d make you do things you never do, sweetheart,” he says, tone dripping with suggestion. You glare and move like you’re going to hit him, but he doesn’t even flinch. He just continues giggling like a giant kid, “Yeah, I’d drink and curse like a sailor. Have you ever even dropped an F-bomb before?”
You kiss your teeth, cheeks growing warm. “Of course I have.”
He obviously doesn’t believe you. “And I’d go out on Friday nights instead of sitting at your desk here in this boring old place. I’ve told you a million times, you don’t need to stay late just because I do.”
You don’t say anything. He thinks you do it because you’re dedicated to your job, and you are, but a larger part of the reason is you’ll take all you can get when it comes to him. That’s what you get for being the world’s biggest cliche, and falling in love with your perfect, stupidly hot, and ultimately unattainable boss.
“I’d also make you splurge on things other than old books and thrift store yarn. I pay you enough, don’t I?” He smiles, and you just roll your eyes.
“Not nearly enough. How about a 500% raise?”
“I know you’re kidding, but I’ve already got the paperwork drafted in my office.”
“You’re such a liar.”
“I’ve left the amount blank,” he shrugs, “you can put in whatever salary you want and I’ll pay it. Show me anyone who says you don’t deserve it and I’ll tell them otherwise.”
“Valko, nobody pays their assistant two hundred thousand—”
“Maybe then you’ll start buying your pantsuits in other colours besides grey.”
You open your mouth to refute that last statement, because of course you have other clothes, but then you look down at your grey dress pants and matching grey jacket.
“This is sexual harassment,” is what you go with instead.
Valko balks, but he’s still smiling. That is not good. Well, actually, it’s downright brilliant, but it’s also absolutely terrible. For your heart, that is. And for the heat that is currently pooling between your legs—
“How is that sexual harassment?”
If only he knew. “What would you rather me wear to work then?”
“That’s not what I meant,” the bastard is laughing now. Actually, it’s more of a chuckle, a sound that makes you want to press your ear to his chest so you can hear it directly from the source. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m rather fond of the pantsuits, actually.”
You try not to hone in on whatever the heck that means. You can spiral about that later, once you’ve been rescued and you’re in the safety of your own home. “What did you mean then?”
He sighs. “Nothing.”
You gasp, clutching at your non-existent pearls. “You want me to wear nothing?!”
Just say the word, boss.
“No!” His eyes go wide while you try not to let the disappointment show, and one of his large hands—which you certainly do not think about at all late at night when you’re in bed, alone and lonely—reaches across the darkness to shove at your shoulder lightly. The contact is so brief, maybe half a second, but it sparks warmth all the way down your arm and across your chest. “Stop doing that.”
You stop doing that.
“Doing what?” You challenge, and his eyes remain bright with amusement, soft with something you might mistake for genuine affection if you were delusional enough. Valko does care about you, you know that, but not in the way you want. Not in the way you need. It makes you ache in all sorts of ways.
“You’re messing with me,” his smile grows wolfish, one of his eyebrows quirking in a way that threatens to turn all the cartilage in your knees into jelly.
“You mess with me all the time,” you turn away to sulk a little, about this and about all the things he doesn’t know about. Subsequently, you don’t notice the way his gaze dips slightly, towards the vicinity of your pouting, flowering lips.
“Yeah,” he slowly looks away, too slowly, as though reluctant… but you don’t catch that either. “But I’m allowed. I’m the boss.”
He doesn’t always act like it though, which is the crux of your problem. You could handle being hopelessly in love with your boss, so long as you could keep a clearly drawn line between the two of you. You could keep your head down and do your job, putting on a mask that you would only take off once you were alone and he was far enough away.
Except the line has now blurred into a giant unrecognizable blob.
You should be grateful. Your boss is reasonable, patient, and never asks too much of you. In fact, sometimes he seems to take it upon himself to assist you, rather than the other way around.
“How many hours did you sleep last night?” Valko would ask you, arms crossed over his chest, glasses slipping down the perfect slope of his nose. He looked like a stern, sexy teacher. You didn’t know you’d be into that until right that very moment.
You hesitated to answer, because you knew it’d be one he wouldn’t appreciate. But he’d just wait patiently, until you could no longer stand the silence or the staring. “…Four.”
“Four?!” And then he’d be almost having a meltdown. “Are you—?! Haa… take the rest of the day. No, actually, it’s not negotiable. And I’m watching you, don’t even try to sneak any files home to work on them later. Your laptop stays here, understand?”
He makes you tea.
On your very first day, he brought you to the break room and showed you how to use that fancy espresso machine that probably cost more than your monthly rent. He made you a cup and then slid it across the counter, waiting for you to take a sip. “You’ll never have coffee any other way, I promise.”
You hesitated, but still picked up the tiny little cup and smiled at him. “Thank you, sir.”
“Please, just Valko.”
“Okay. Thank you, Valko.”
“…”
“…”
“You don’t drink coffee, do you?”
“Not even a little, I’m sorry.”
But then boxes of xiangpian and tieguanyin showed up in the cupboards just days later, and he brewed a cup for you every morning ever since.
“Shouldn’t I be doing this for you?” You asked him one day, standing up to take the steaming, perfectly steeped cup from him and placing it onto your desk.
“You’re my executive assistant, not my personal assistant,” was what he’d said before starting the short walk back to his office. “Besides, I’ve got a pair of perfectly good hands and I know how to use ‘em.”
You looked up at his retreating back, startled, but it didn’t seem like he realized what that sounded like. He stopped in his tracks, his ears suddenly turning bright red before he whirled around and stuttered, “Oh shit, th-that’s not what I meant!”
It only endeared him to you further.
He asks you about your cats.
He doesn’t even like cats. You know because he’s mentioned before that he’s more of a dog person, and because he wrinkles his nose in what you can only describe as mild disgust when he sees the cat hairs on your clothes sometimes.
“How are the… felines?” He’d ask, barely able to suppress a shudder, spitting that last word out like it left a bad taste in his mouth. “Still licking their own privates?”
You rolled your eyes. “Dogs do that too, you know.”
He ignored you. “Better not choke to death in your apartment. They’d eat your corpse and nobody would ever know what happened to you.”
You just shrugged, having already run a cost-benefit analysis in your head when you first adopted Miso and Mirin, “At least it’d save my family the cost of a cremation.”
Valko burst out laughing, but once the laughter had subsided, he’d said, “I’d look for you.”
“You would?”
“Wouldn’t stop until I found ya.”
“But there’d be nothing to find,” you pointed out for this peculiar little scenario, but when you looked up from the document you were reading, he just nodded and shrugged his shoulders.
You looked away immediately and didn’t say anything after that, because he couldn’t possibly mean what you thought he meant.
If he did, he was just kidding. Valko did that a lot. He was a funny guy.
It’s your job to help him manage his calendar, but there are dates he remembers even without being prompted. March 17, the date you started working at EonCore, is marked on his calendar as your “anniversary”. See? Funny.
Except he makes sure to keep his calendar clear after noon. He orders takeout for dinner, because he knows you don’t like going out to crowded restaurants on weeknights after a long work day. He always orders from your favourite place, the Thai restaurant just a few blocks away.
The two of you have a standing order—cashew fish, mango salad, and panang curry with a generous side of jasmine rice, all made medium spicy.
“Plus a giant cup of iced water,” he would announce proudly before plopping the takeout bags and your water onto your desk. “Because you’re a freak of nature.”
“If you want me to stay hydrated, the water must be iced.” You told him unapologetically.
And then the two of you would sit at your respective desks, the office smelling like coconut and curry paste, everything quiet except for the scraping of utensils, the clicking of your keyboards, and the occasional comment or question about what you were working on.
He’d give you a ride home, waiting until just before you got out to say in a joking manner, “Oh, hey. Happy anniversary.”
What choice would you have but to say it back, smiling even though you wanted to cry, knowing it would never mean the other thing?
And he remembers your birthday. Every single year without fail, even though it’s not on either of his calendars, work or personal. You’ve checked.
What kind of boss breezes into the office on a Thursday morning, looking the way he does, and says loud enough for everyone to hear, “Guess what I got for my favourite assistant for her special day?”
Like, what the heck?
It’s even worse because he doesn’t simply throw his money around. He doesn’t toss designer jewelry onto your desk that will just sit in their velvet boxes, tucked away in a drawer because you’re too afraid to damage or lose it. He never bothers with impractical trinkets or fancy gadgets that serve no other purpose than to show off its hefty price tag. He doesn’t just hand over his credit card and say something like, “Buy yourself something nice.”
No. He puts thought into the gifts he buys for people he cares about, and even though you don’t always necessary end up liking the gift, you’re a firm believer of it’s the thought that counts.
“Surprise library?!” You gasped, eyes gleaming, spinning around in your chair and ignoring the way your heart stuttered at the sight of him. You’d gotten pretty good at pretending after all this time.
“What?” Valko faltered slightly, but then placed a very pretty pink box onto your desk. “Uh, no. Not that.”
You deflated and muttered, “It’s never a surprise library.”
“Just open it, ya weirdo.” He tapped the box and urged you to undo the matching pink ribbon, and when you did, you were only further disappointed when you brushed aside the layers of tissue paper and pulled out… a taser?
“What…?” You looked up at him, puzzled, wondering if he’d picked up the wrong box this morning or was just messing with you like he always did. But his facial expression didn’t change, he just leaned forward to take the thing out of the box and show you how to use it.
“You’re a single woman living alone in the city, and you refuse to buy a gun—”
“Yeah, ‘cause I’m normal—”
“This is my solution.”
“Well, it’s a dumb solution.”
“Hey.”
You said that, but it was actually kind of sweet that he cared about your personal safety enough to even dwell on the matter at all. You pictured him at the store purchasing it, all serious in the way that he gets when it comes to stuff like this… all for you.
A swell of affection within you surged up so quickly it almost spilled out from your lips, but you bit down on the inside of your cheek and swallowed it back down.
“And even if someone does break into my place, by the time I get close enough to use this on them, they’d have already shot me in the face and looted my things.”
“And that is why I signed you up for self-defence lessons last year,” Valko sighed, still holding the taser because you refused to take it from him. You weren’t really a weapons kind of girl. “You never went, did you?”
“No,” you admitted easily, not because you didn’t think they were worth it, but because when would you even have time to go? You’re either here burning the midnight oil, or you’re at home trying to get some sleep. “But thank you, sir.”
Valko smiled, even though he didn’t really like it when you called him that. “Oh. Well, you’re welcome—”
“For the useless, useless gift.”
But it got worse. Because that was yesterday.
Today, you stepped out of the elevator and just stood there, mouth slightly agape when you saw a brand new triple wide bookshelf anchored to the wall behind your desk. It was painted a beautiful sage green, complete with elegantly arched baffles and intricate gold detailing, all eighteen of its shelves bursting with genres of all sorts.
When your brain started working again, you approached your desk to find a single book lying on top of the box that still held your brand new taser. You picked it up and turned it over to read the cover—The Gift of Fear and Other Survival Signals that Protect Us from Violence by Gavin de Becker—and rolled your eyes, but also smiled so wide that you thought your cheeks might tear.
You were still holding the book when the thought occurred to you, wiping the smile from your face. This was no longer working. You might have been able to pretend up until this point, but now that he’d gone and done the nicest and most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for you, it is the last straw.
How are you supposed to keep things professional now? You don’t think you can go another full day without dissolving into a sad weeping mess, without him running over to ask you what was wrong, and then all the words you’re not allowed to say and feelings you’re not supposed to have come spilling out and you’ll have to stand there and listen as he tells you sorry.
Because you’re not his type. Yes, Valko flirts. You don’t think he realizes he’s doing it, sometimes. Yes, he calls you his “work wife” and then people started talking—as they inevitably do when a successful and powerful businessman has a good relationship with his female assistant—and he’d winked at you and said, “Well, since everyone already thinks we’re sleeping together, I might as well drop the ‘work’ and just call you ‘wife’.”
You thought you’d burst into flames, but he was just trying to lighten the mood. It was his way of telling you not to mind the rumours, because he could stand up to defend your honour and integrity, deny it until he was blue in the face, but people would still whisper behind closed doors. So as long as the two of you had a clear conscience, nothing else mattered.
And you’d seen the women who come in here, with their expensive designer dresses and stiletto heels, curves in all the right places. They lean against his desk and smile coquettishly, batting their eyelashes and laughing a bit too loud whenever he says something even remotely amusing. He’d smile back, that smirk that is both infuriating and tantalizing, his head tilting playfully to the side and you’d have to force yourself to look away.
But the worst is when she comes in. Unlike the others, this woman doesn’t sneer down at you when she asks if Valko’s in. If he’s busy, she sits down in one of the chairs in the lounge while she waits and makes friendly small talk. “If he ever gives you any trouble, let me know and I’ll beat him up for you. Us girlies gotta stick together.”
You’d smile, because she really is so darn nice. But when she comes in, Valko suddenly becomes shut off. They go into his office and he tells you they aren’t to be disturbed. When you try to ask for details after, he doesn’t tell you. You don’t even know her name. She is only known to you as Miss Hunter, and she is the only part of Valko’s life that you are not privy to.
It’s fine, though. You’re fine. You’ll be fine.
There are lots of jobs out there. Maybe not one that pays as good as this one or one that you enjoy nearly as much, but at the very least you can hope that your next boss won’t be a walking romantic hazard, sex on impossibly long legs.
Maybe he’ll even be a married balding man in his fifties, happily married for decades with grown children, who doesn’t give you butterflies or filthy, unspeakable ideas that you fantasize about in the privacy of your own mind.
Yes, it is fine.
You will email him your resignation letter over the weekend. You’ll make up some excuse as to why you can’t give him the standard two weeks’ notice and beg for a reference letter, so you don’t have to look him in the eye when he demands to know why. So that he can’t try to talk you out of it, because he will succeed.
Oh, god. The Surprise Library. You won’t even get to enjoy it. He just bought it too. It probably cost a lot. Well, for you. For him it was probably just a drop in the bucket.
You won’t give him the chance though. This is for your own good. In a few short months, he’ll have forgotten all about you and you’ll be moving on instead of spending every waking moment thinking about how badly you want his mouth on yours, or precisely what those hands are capable of, or that you want him pressed so close up against you that it makes tears spring to your eyes—
“What about you?” Valko suddenly asks.
“Huh?” You blink, only now realizing it’s been quiet for a bit too long, prompting him to break the silence.
“Who’d you pick? If you could switch bodies.”
You compose yourself. Security should be doing their rounds around the building soon, so it’s only a matter of time before someone realizes the elevator isn’t working and Valko’s car hasn’t left the parking lot. You just need to get through this final stretch and then you can go home and spend the weekend crying over a broken heart he knows nothing about, like you do most weekends.
“You, of course,” you say as nonchalantly as you can. Valko smirks, all cocky and smug, but before he can start cracking wise, you beat him to the punch. “For one, I’d steal all your money. Nobody can do anything about it because on paper, you’re just giving it to me.”
This doesn’t seem to rattle him nearly as much as it should though, because he just grins like he’s actually entertaining the idea. You try a different approach.
“And all that time you spend at the gym? All in vain, my friend. I’d eat everything and do, like, negative exercise. You know I hate working out.”
Now his smile drops. “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, I most definitely would,” you double down, starting to laugh at the mental image. “I’d sit under a conveyer belt of food. I’m not burning one calorie for you.”
“Aw, sweetheart, that’s not funny!” He stands up straight now, gesturing at his immaculate body. “I’ve worked hard for this!”
Yes, he obviously has, and it has clearly paid off, but you’re not going there right now. “I’d eat until you grow moobs that touch the floor.”
His hands immediately fly up to cover his pecs, and you pretend like you aren’t looking at the way his broad shoulders, sculpted chest, and bulging arms are absolutely stuffed into that white dress shirt.
God, he’s huge.
Your mind wanders, imagining just how huge he’d feel towering over you, your hands on the wide expanse of his back as he leans down to kiss you—
Well, so much for not going there.
You clear your throat. “Oh, and I’d throw away all your protein powder.”
That gets the biggest reaction yet. He’s absolutely aghast now. “You actually can’t. Protein powder is expensive!”
“You’re not a bodybuilder, Valko, or a professional athlete—”
“What do you actually know? I could be training—”
“You don’t need to add protein to everything!”
See, this is good. You won’t think about how angry and disappointed he’ll be come Monday morning. That’s a problem for another day.
“Says the woman with the noodle arms.”
You gasp. “Take that back!”
He snickers again. “Quick, drop and give me twenty.”
For tonight, you’ll just enjoy what you have while you still can.
imagine the lads guys being there for either a sport events or competitions in general to support you
xavier and zayne aren't the loud cheery type but they would either make a poster or wear something to show they support u. They would come up to u during break time and tell u how well u are doing, no matter what the result is
valko and caleb would be screaming on top of their lungs cheering for you, the loudest people on the bleachers (even when they aren't supposed to)
sylus and raf would make posters for u, either the ones with bright lights or the ones where they print your face and make it huge (even better if they are funny photos of u they have saved u didn't know about)
ps: oh on graduation day they would do this too. also im trying to get better at fluff bc i am working on some agnst so yeah
I got R (hope it's still free haha) this time, so reverse cowgirl !
Thank you ~
Hello my lovely! Glad to see you again! That's a very good choice for R! Very on brand for my kind of sluttiness lmao.
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"Fuck..." Valko hisses as he lies back against the pillows, watching the pretty view of his long, hard cock disappearing inside your tight wetness, glistening with your juices as you bounce leisurely on him.
Sloppy, wet noises fill the room as you balance your weight on your knees, raising your hips high enough to almost slip him out before you slid back onto him in one go, the slap of your fleshy ass on his pubic bone echoing crudely in his ears.
You could hear him panting, knew he was close to blowing his load, and hanging on desperately, trying not to be a loser.
"What are you doing to me, mouse?" Valko groans, reaching out to lift one of your rounded cheeks so he could see more of himself being swallowed by your pussy. "Tryna milk me dry with this damn cunt of yours..."
His hips involuntarily jerk to sheath himself as you begin the slow ascent upwards, sliding more and more of him out of your velvety warth, giggling when he grips both your hips to keep you in place.
"Damn tease," he growls, thrusting upwards, and you moan as your breasts bounce from the force. "Squeezing me so good...make me never want to leave ya..."
A low guttural noise emanates from his chest as you pick up the pace, skin slapping on skin as you ride, trying to get him to his peak. Valko's breath is now broken and uneven, eyes glazing over as his balls tighten up with the promise of a satisfying climax.
"Yeah...good girl...take me deep...gonna breed this slutty little hole so good..."
His words end in a sharp gasp and a few uncontrollable thrusts as he finishes, burying himself as deeply as he could, his thick seed spilling into your slick channel.
It happened the first time he play-fought with you.
Looking at you pinned beneath him, his large hand splayed over your tummy to hold you down, his dick twitched alive.
And it took him almost all his willpower to not fuck you into the floor right then.
Then there was the time you tried riding him. Your thighs burned until your movements turned slow and sluggish, unable to keep the pace.
Valko grew impatient enough to plant two hands on your waist and start moving your body himself, using you on his cock. It stirred him further, the fact that he could so easily pick you up and take you like a fuckdoll.
He drove himself insane when it came to manhandling you, putting you in all sorts of positions, holding you in place, lifting you up, and his personal favorite- fucking you from behind with a firm arm hooked around your throat, keeping you in a chokehold.
It was something about you trusting him, he realized. Despite being so much smaller than he was, and the fact that he could ruin you if he really wanted to, you still looked up at him with nothing but trust in your eyes and let him take care of you.
MDNI content warning:: somnophilia, bit of degradation, cum marking, size kink, smut, smut without plot, p in v.
wc - 1,120
he didn't really go out, toji was practically bound to your ankle.
tonight you had forced him.
him and his colleagues had brought in some major job and it was worth celebrating. he regretted it more then anything. he should've pushed more but when you gave him that look he just couldn't say no to you.
he didn’t care about them.
it took him two hours and some drinks before he couldn't take it anymore. he ordered and uber and sneaked off ready to climb into bed with you.
his heavy feet carried him up the stairs. alcohol really beginning to settle in.his mind properly only settling on the idea of you.
he knew you were asleep based off the goodnight text you send him.
his opened the door to your bedroom — careful not to wake you. ridding himself of his clothes until he only had his boxers left.
the only light that lit the room was a dim led light shining onto the wall a soft pink colour that -after he adjusted his eyes- helped him see your sleeping figure.
one leg higher then the other. half your figure on-top of the sheets laying on your side giving him a perfect view of your ass.
on-top of your ass he could now see the lace of your tiny little lingerie dress.
suddenly ... it was worth it. you did this to tell him he did well or whatever you were trying to say and he took it with open arms.
his cock was already hardening in his boxers. soft grunts leaving his lips when he got rid of those as-well.
he didn't wait for himself to get hard because it didn't really take much. seeing you lay like that in that pretty little set. the dim light on to show him you wanted him to fuck you.
it made him hard already, he slowly fed your cunt his half hard cock.
almost instantly upon feeling your warm cunt he hardened inside of you. his hands gripping onto the mattress for support.
he hadn't moved you but the size difference between the two of you made it so he could sink his cock deep inside of you while kissing you.
"c'mon baby, wake up for me.." he whispered littering soft kisses onto your lips , the corner of your lips. your shoulder. the back of your shoulder while moving his hips slowly.
cock rocking in and out of you steadily. you were already becoming soaking wet on his cock.
but even when he just entered it seemed like you prepped yourself for him. made sure he didn't have to do the work.
normally toji took his time but the alcohol and being away from you made it so that he literally couldn't focus on anything then burying himself inside of you.
his teeth softly graced your skin. hand diving between your stomach and the mattress to rub circles onto your clit.
you twitched against his fingers. the two that slowly rubbed your little hard clit.
he smiled, you definitely prepped yourself.. you were sensitive.
more so then normal. his hips sped up eager to have you wake up.
your lips parted moan slipping from them easier while toji himself filled the entire room with groans.
his hands roaming over your whole body like it belonged to him.
because for all he knew it literally did. you did. him being away from you was worse than anything he could possibly go through.
his cock plummeted in and out of you over and over filling you before leaving you completely empty again and pulling you from the sleep you had been in.
"ohfuck, mmm- toji, nngh it's so- fuck it's, so good." you whined moving your hips back into his when he filled you again. his balls pressed into your clit where his fingers worked magic.
his groans were now in your ear filling your entire head with nothing but him. his cock that filled your tummy each time he fucked into you again. his hands it was too much.
when you inhaled all you smelled was him, with a cry you came on his cock embarrassment flooding you for how quick you came when you woke up.
you hadn't been up a full minute.
" you feel so fucking good when you cum baby, gonna make you cum so many times. that's how i want to celebrate,”
he hums satisfied, “i want you to cum for me as many times as i want." he moved his hips faster not faltering at all — giving you absolutely no break.
"your little dress? very cute. verryy cute~ want to know something? fuck- you were going to end up ,,mm- like this no matter what-" he kissed your skin.
moaned into your ears. it was too much. you couldn't hold it anymore.
your second orgasm was already building up again. "toji- fu-ah, plea-"
"been thinking about fucking you since i left out the door. thinking of all the ways to prove to you this is how i like to spend my time," he moved his hips forward slamming into you — again kissing your cervix and tipping you over.
"balls deep inside my sweet girl. fuck, you're so fucking right." he licked you. over your spine until he was finally back next to your ear teeth gracing your skin again.
you came hard, all over his cock for the second time. "there, let it go. let yourself go. give it to me," he grinned biting your earlobe. he had marked your entire body at this point.
just not inside yet.
his hips sped up chasing his own orgasm while fucking you relentlessly through yours. you closed your eyes digging your head into your pillow drool slipping past your lips. legs going numb.
your stomach tingled when you felt something warm followed by toji cursing, "taking my cum like a good little toy. shit like my own little fuck toy- i haven't really done you justice then have i dear?" you just whine a weak response.
it's not even a coherent word at this point. "i know, i should make good use of you. treat you like a good toy. like the good little toy you are for me."
his hips sped up again you tried to lift your body up but it was useless with tojis frame on-top. "tell me, do you like when i fill you up? make sure you can't walk tomorrow? make you a stupid little needy thing?"
you weakly nod receiving a chuckle. "all of the above huh? guess i'm gonna have to put some more work in." his lips find your shoulders again promising you a long eventful night before you properly close your eyes and fall asleep.
a/n - ok idk i got a lilll taken away here sorry yall im horny and it's late and yeah bye (next up is needy reader trying to cockwarm one of em and then getting fucked silly to sleep-)
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WHEN TOJI saw how intelligent you were, he couldn’t get enough of the idea of fucking you till you were too dumb to even answer a question.
“What’s wrong, baby? Can’t you handle it?” He mocked, he had you bent over the bed, pounding deep into you.
You couldn’t even reply, the only sounds coming from your lips were moans, tears streaming down your face from just the sensation of him buried inside you. He laughs lowly, a smug expression on his face. “Poor baby.”
He grabs your hair, tugging it back, your spine arching into the mattress. “Too fucking dumb to even answer me, huh?” He groaned deeply, his thrusts only becoming more erratic from the sounds of your innocent whines. “Mhhmm..” you moaned out, words failed on your tongue.
Your whole body jolted forward with each thrust, the headboard repeatedly tapping against the wall. The sound of skin against skin echoed through the room.
Your breathing became uneven as you felt your climax reaching you, your eyes squeezing shut as your walls clenched tight around his cock. “Not yet..” he ordered, but his movements didn’t slow down, you whined in disapproval, trying hard to push back your orgasm till he said otherwise.
But the way his tip continually hit against that perfect spot inside you, made it hard to hold back. Your pussy gripped around him, you couldn’t stop yourself anymore, your orgasm pushing over. Your walls fluttered around him as your body trembled, a loud moan reaching his ears.
“Stupid girl, did i say to finish yet?” He grunts, a punishing slap meeting against your ass, leaving a red mark blooming across your cheek. “Head so empty you can’t follow instructions either, isn’t that right?” He says his breath hitching as his own orgasm caught up to him.
You nod your head frantically, your body sensitive from your previous orgasm but he didn’t stop till he was done. He grabs your chin, forcing your head towards him. “Use your words.”
“Yes..” you sighed out, he spanked your ass again before soothing it over with his palm. Only a few moments later, his orgasm caught up to him. His head tipping back as he buried himself deep inside you. Ropes of thick release filling you to the brim as a groan escaped his throat.
He let out a sigh of relief, pulling his softening cock out of you, both of your releases spilling out your entrance, dripping down your shaking thighs. He leans over kissing your temple possessively. “My dumb princess, hm..”
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✮ soldier!toji hurts himself on purpose just to see his fav nurse.
“i have a feeling you're doing that on purpose,” you said.
you taped down the last bit of gauze and stepped back, wiping your hands on a clean towel. the cut looked nasty — a long, jagged line right above his belly button, the kind that stayed wet and shiny until you cleaned it and just kept bleeding no matter how hard you pressed on it.
that made three times that week.
on monday, it was his wrist — a deep cut that needed butterfly bandages, his skin scraped raw after getting caught on barbed wire. then it was his ribs, with a nasty black-and-purple bruise spreading over the cracked bone. you wrapped it so tight that he winced. and now, tonight, it was a knife wound to his stomach that only barely missed anything important.
you pressed the heel of your hand against the edges of the cut one last time, feeling the heat of his skin under your fingers and the slight give of the wound. he stayed quiet the whole time, sitting on the exam table with his legs spread, his chest bare and his gray pants hanging low on his hips. the lamp hummed above you.
you reached for the tray to put the bandage away, and that was when he moved. two big hands settled on your waist — warm and heavy even through the stiff white uniform — and he pulled you in until your hips bumped against his.
“mmm. maybe i do.”
“tsk. hands.” you glanced down at where he was holding you.
he didn’t let go. if anything, he pulled you even closer, lowering his head to your neck. he took a slow, deep breath, breathing you in like he couldn’t get enough, and a low, satisfied sound slipped out of him. a quiet hum that vibrated against your collarbone.
“hopeless,” you sighed, putting a hand on his chest and trying to push him back. he didn’t move an inch.
his hands started roaming. your waist. your back. the curve of your lower back, your hip, your neck. he pulled you closer and closer until there was basically no space between you, chest against chest, and you had no idea how he kept managing to get you even closer.
you pushed him again tiredly. mostly for show.
his lips found your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck, leaving a warm, wet trail on your skin. he gave you a little bite, his teeth dragging along the spot where your shoulder met your neck, while his hands slipped under your coat and his palms moved over the bare skin at your waist.
“toji.” you said it firmly, like you were scolding a dog. he pulled back just an inch, his lips still right by your jaw.
“i almost got myself shot tonight,” he said, all calm and lazy, “just because i wanted to see you. can’t you let a guy be happy for a minute?”
“you’re hurt.”
“i’m hard.”
you stared at the bandage. the fresh white square over the red line. and while you were still looking at it, still thinking, he made his move. his hands slid to your hips and lifted you like you weighed nothing, setting you down on his lap right there on the exam table. suddenly, you were sitting astride him, your skirt riding up over your thighs.
“no, you—”
“look at that baby.” he took you by the wrist, pulled your hand down, and pressed your palm flat against the hard, strained shape through the gray fabric. the size was impressive. you felt every inch of him. “look what you do to me.” a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“you're pathetic.”
“and you like it.”
he pulled his pants and underwear down, and his cock sprang free — thick, heavy, and hard despite everything, curving toward the bandage he clearly didn't give a fuck about. he hooked his fingers into your panties, pulled the fabric aside, and slowly ran his thumb over your folds, exploring. he found you already wet.
“mmm,” he hummed, filthy and pleased with himself. “all this for me, huh? soaking wet, and i’ve barely even touched you.” “shut up.”
“make me.” his hands tightened around your thighs, lifting and guiding you. the blunt head of his cock pressed against your entrance, and he held you there, teasing you. “come on, baby. take it like a good girl.”
you lowered yourself slowly. because he was hurt, and at least one of the two of you had some sense, and you wanted to be careful. you took him inch by inch, feeling him stretch you, and his head fell back with a broken moan.
“n-ngh—” you breathed, bracing yourself against his shoulders
you moved against him a little. gentle. you felt the edge of the bandage under your thumb, the warmth of the wound beneath the gauze. he gave you exactly two seconds to take your time.
then his hands suddenly tightened around your thighs, and he pulled you down, burying himself to the base with a wet, slick sound. a strained moan tore out of him, and he started moving you — lifting you, lowering you, bouncing you on his cock.
“faster,” he growled. “that’s it. god, look at you. look how pretty you look taking me.”
the room filled with sounds — the wet slap of skin, the slick sounds of your bodies moving together, your uneven breathing, his low moans. he lifted himself and caught your mouth, kissing you deep and messy, then dragged his lips down your jaw and neck, biting the curve of your shoulder hard enough to make you gasp.
“mm-mghmm,” he moaned against your skin, his hands digging into your thighs. “my girl. ah-ah — m-mmh — you’re so good, baby.”
he drove up into you, growling, biting, pulling you closer. his hands slid to your ass, kneading and guiding you, setting the pace, and he was everywhere — his lips on yours, your neck, your collarbone, leaving marks on your skin.
“haa-ah — n-ngh — i’m close, toji, i—”
“yeah?” he rasped. “then come on my cock, baby. let me feel you squeeze me.”
you moved harder, faster, your thighs burning, his cock filling you again and again. his hand found your clit, his thumb rubbing it in tight circles, and you broke with a ragged cry clenching around him as you fell apart. he didn’t let you stop.
his hands tightened, his fingers digging into your thighs, and he thrust into you deeper, harder — pushing as far as he could, burying himself all the way.
“m-mngh — fuck yes—” he shuddered beneath you, coming inside you with a long, broken moan, and you felt him pulse and tremble deep inside you.
for a while, there was nothing but breathing.
he leaned back against the exam table, his chest rising and falling heavily, one hand still holding your thigh. his other hand came up and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear — stupidly gentle after everything that just happened.
then he gave a lazy smirk and glanced down at the gauze.
“i’ll get another cut at training tomorrow,” he said. “something that’ll keep you busy for a while.”
you smacked him in the chest making him laugh and pull you closer anyway.
jjk stuff! — i couldn't find the artist pls dm me if you know
it would be really cute if valko was one of those tough guy characters that always had a lollipop in his mouth instead of a cigarette....!!!! like itto!!!
❕cw: pseudo-incest, degradation, hyperspermia, blowjob, mentions of creampie, mentions of piss, mentions of p in v sex
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“m’sorry it’s a lot— gege just has so much to give you, baby, fuuuck,”
yanking himself out of her mouth, he decides to fist his cock so he can watch himself release onto her tongue.
his foreskin slides over his tip so prettily, the wet schilks making her thighs tighten in arousal. she wishes she could just shove him down and ride out his orgasm, bounce in his lap until she properly breaks. her knees ache with bruises and the left one is busted with blood smearing onto the bathroom tile— too eager to suck his cock as soon as he’d got undressed.
‘what a day, huh?’ her voice was sultry and caleb already had her pawing at his zipper.
“here it comes, pips. take all of it, my pretty little cumslut. mhm-hmm, yeeeah. brother’s cum looks so good on your tongue. that’s it, keep drinking it— shit baby, you’re killin’ me— not gonna stop— hah!”
he doesn’t. he has way too much. thick, copious spurts of white shoot onto the back of her tongue and down her esophagus, splashing against it just as aggressively as his piss does. heaps of it drool down the corners of her mouth and plap onto the floor, an aggressive gargle coming from her overwhelmed state.
god, he’d urinate, too, if he had any in his bladder to offer.
“who said you could waste it?” he growls, fingers digging into her cheek as he grips it admonishingly.
“m’sorry!” her whines are drowned out by the last few ropes of his climax gargling in the back of her throat.
he lets his cock bob freely, pushing his hand down on it only to let it come back up in rebound. proving that he’s still hard. that he needs more.
“caleb, i—“
suddenly, she’s being swept up and off her feet, carrying her with one arm and throwing her like it’s nothing onto their bed. leaning up onto her elbows, she’s breathless. not from the manhandling, but just by how gorgeous he is. his naked body and the way his cock stands up so angrily…
“gonna take this dick until you show gege just how sorry you really are.”
* Will not be fazed in the slightest by jump scares
* Comments on the morality (or lack of) of the characters
* “But why did they do that!” You’d say. “Because they’re evil,” he’d reply, deadpan.
* You pretend to be scared and cuddle into him but Xavier knows you’re pretending and doesn’t care
* Any excuse to be next to you
* Likes existential/space horror
* Secretly is like ‘that’s not how you mend a spaceship! These people are going to die!’
* Handles all the snacks like a pro, but you jump and spill some popcorn. He just thinks you’re so cute
* Covers the plushies eyes when something scary is about to happen because you insist
Zayne
* Is scared but can endure it, he knows there are scarier things in life
* Can stand any gore/body horror because that’s essentially his average work day of what he sees in the operating theatre
* Will bring your favourite plushies for you to both hold onto and protect
* “I heard that horror movies are perfect to bring two people together…” he’d say before holding you. “And now we can get scared together.”
* If you are scared, will turn the lights on for you to sleep and will come with you to the bathroom so you don’t have to walk down the dark corridor by yourself, he will happily go first to make sure everything is okay
Rafayel
* Does not want to watch, but will if you want to
* Will pretend like he is okay but wants to appear tough for you
* Buries his head in your shoulder or lap so he doesn’t have to watch
* Tells you the movie you pick is boring, so annoyed you give up, and switch to a horror movie he chooses, and now you’re both huddled together under the same blanket watching in suspense
* “Rafayelll are you scared? Why are you clinging to me?” “What, no I’m not! You just smell so good today.” He shushes you.
* (He IS clinging to you!)
* Every jumpscare gets him the poor baby :(
Sylus
* Used to a certain level of horror and gore
* Flinches at jumpscares but Luke and Kieran have trained him to brace for them at any time
* Keeps an arm around you to protect you while watching
* Orrr makes you sit in his lap, all cosy
* “Kitten how can you say it’s scary if you’re not even watching?” “It’s scary…” you mumble, and he just smiles, adoring you and puts a hand on your head
* Likes slasher/thriller movies
* Every time a character makes a bad decision, you will hear about it
Caleb
* Will suggest the movie and will actively try to scare you throughout
* He only means well though and he’d stop in a heartbeat if you meant it
* Alone, he can watch some really scary stuff, but tones it down to movies he thinks are a little too silly to be scary to watch with you. Those bad horror movies you like to watch together most and make fun of the characters
* “Are you gonna get scared sleeping tonight now?” he'd ask you. “Of course not! I’m a grown up…” “Rightttt. You better sleep with me, just incase,” he ruffles your hair and carries you to bed
Valko
* Is scared but will be brave enough to watch, fear is what all animals have in common, might as well embrace it
* Wants to hold onto you or touch you. A hand around your ankle, a hand on your back or cuddling you outright is a must
* Will find movies online illegally the day they release
* “Valko how did you even get this?! It just came out!” He nuzzles into your neck laughing, “Now don’t you worry, I’ve got my special methods.”
* His special methods are his very own VPN that he designed, specially for accessing the deepest websites without being detected
a/n: big thanks to anon for this wonderful idea <33 hopefully I could do it some justice!
Xavier
* So so very respectful
* Really engages with your history and life stories, so curious about your journey and what makes you, you
* “Can you tell me more about your grandparents, they seem wonderful.”
* Asks about you memories of parents, cousins etc. and random stories
* Is nervous but will happily meet your family and stay with them for a bit
* Is pleasantly surprised with the dynamic. It’s louder in the house than he’s used to, but he doesn’t mind it. Xavier can see it’s a house full of love
* You go looking for Xavier and you’re surprised (but not really), to find him getting along with your family or spending time with your pets or in the garden
* “I can see you grew up so well loved,” he whispers as he holds you close. “I don’t want to leave just yet… can we stay a week longer?”
Zayne
* Before you both go back to your home country, makes and practices the food you love to eat from home
* With his busy schedule he doesn’t cook often, but when when does he makes sure it’s something for you especially
* When he visits with you, is literally in heaven trying the food
* “Oh, so this is how it’s supposed to taste. There’s no way mine can compare to this.”
* Will try any food, no matter what it is because he knows you like it or it’s a traditional dish he wants to try
* And that’s just the savoury! When it comes to deserts, best of luck dragging him away
* Will make the most of being in your home country to access the local ingredients and visit restaurants
* Is so sad when he gets backs and he has to readjust to eating microwaved meals and an occasional sweet throughout his work day
Rafayel
* Knows some basic words and will point to things and name them
* As soon as you’re off the plane is like “Car”, “cat”, etc. and will poke you to tell him he is doing well
* Learns more abstract words too like “love” and would point to you, cute things like that
* Has already searched for galleries in the area where you are staying but will consult you on whether or not they are worth visiting
* Always tells you how smart you are, but seeing you navigate with ease impresses him so much. Whether it driving, walking, transport, you can do it all with ease, pointing out hidden shops and places that only someone familiar would know
* “So my little fishie is both my bodyguard and my tour guide, I’m thoroughly impressed.”
* Holds your hand the entire time, won’t let go. Needs your guidance
* Happily will follow you around to wherever you say is good and asks your opinion on every location
* Feels very honoured if he has the opportunity to wear cultural dress!
Sylus
* Would not be surprised if Sylus already knows how to speak your language
* And would secretly learn more sentences so he can order from restaurants, comment on the scenery etc., all in order to impress you
* Nothing compares to the smile that spreads across his face hearing you hold a long conversation in your language with another local
* He just stands there looking pretty having no idea what you are saying but just listening to your voice, absorbing every word and syllable
* He picks out a few words, but he gives up understanding you
* Sylus understands that you are introducing him, and he nervously and completely out of his depth is able to answer back. Seeing Sylus like that, trying anyway, sparks something deep in your heart
* “Sweetie… when we get back home you’re going to have to teach me some more…” he’d whisper in your ear. “Please?”
* Will actually melt when you speak to him in your language when it’s just the two of you in bed and will ask you to speak it more around him
Caleb
* Does not know how he is going to survive because you are so attractive to him
* Everything you do, day to day, is done with such an ease he kind of doesn’t know how to react
* He is completely aware that he doesn’t need you here. It’s him that needs you to navigate, speak and help him. This challenges him a little at first I think, but he lets himself rely on you
* Will carry all the bags!! Is so happy to be useful
* Especially when you’re at the markets or shopping
* “I’ll let you do the talking… I’m just the muscles,” he laughs.
* If people look at him and speak, he’d ask you what they're talking about: “I hope they’re talking about how amazing I look carrying everything.”
* Tries and fails to not stare at you so in your element. There was such a light to your eyes and voice that takes Caleb aback almost every time
* Just enamoured that you are so so comfortable and happy here
Valko
* Takes photos of you at all times, to the point where you wonder where all those are going to go
* When you develop the photos a few months later, you get emotional all over again, thinking about how sweet he was
* Would involve spending time outdoors in nature, maybe spots you used to camp at as a child, or just anywhere with a nice view
* Loves seeing all the landscapes and sites with you
* “Now just stand right there and look pretty,” he says taking your photo. “I came for the view but there’s another beauty right here in my arms,” he teases you.
* Buys little matching souvenirs from the small towns you visit, where craftsmen make their own jewellery, clothes, grow their own food etc: “Tell the shopkeeper it’s important we get the cutest one’s.”
* Some places you visit, picked out by him, are places you’ve never been!! But you’re both having the best time
He might be the big bad wolf to the rest of the world, but with you he is the neediest, most shamelessly attached creature to ever exist. You want to be annoyed. You really do. And yet every single one of his habits somehow turns soft and golden in your chest until you’re melting all over again.
You’ll be sleeping on your back, dead to the world, when a huge arm suddenly slides between your thighs and scoops you backward in one smooth motion. You wake with a startled gasp—“Valko—”…—only to feel him already nuzzling the top of your head like an oversized dog who has finally found his favourite pillow. He hums low in his throat, still mostly asleep, and tightens his hold until you’re pressed flush against the furnace of his chest. His tail drapes heavily over both of you, a living blanket that refuses to let you drift even an inch away.
You’ll step out of the shower smelling like the new strawberry body wash you bought, and the second he catches the scent his whole face falls into a dramatic sulk. “Valko—” He huffs, crowds you from behind, and wraps those thick arms around your waist. A long, deliberate lick drags up the side of your neck. You flinch; he only presses closer, voice rough with quiet displeasure.
“You smell like strawberry and I don’t like that.” His teeth graze your pulse point, a gentle warning bite that makes your breath hitch. He stays there a moment, inhaling deeply, then sighs in pure satisfaction. “Mmhh… there. Smell like me again.” He pulls back with a bright, smug smile and walks away, tail wagging so hard it nearly knocks over the bathroom stool.
You’ll be cooking dinner, focused on the pan, when he materialises behind you without a sound. One second the kitchen is empty; the next his chest is warm against your back and his chin is heavy on your shoulder. He doesn’t ask. He just stays there, breathing you in, occasionally nosing under your jaw like he’s checking that you haven’t somehow slipped out of his orbit in the last three minutes. When you try to reach for the salt he simply tightens his arms and carries you two steps to the left so he doesn’t have to let go.
You’ll sit on the couch to answer a message and suddenly the entire sofa dips under his weight. Valko drapes himself over your lap like a living weighted blanket, head in the crook of your neck, one massive hand spanning your thigh. If you shift even slightly he makes a low, wounded sound and nuzzles harder until you give up and card your fingers through his hair. Only then does the unhappy rumble fade into contented silence.
You’ll try to leave the bed in the morning and his arm becomes an iron bar across your waist. Eyes still closed, he pulls you back under the covers, tucks your face against his throat, and murmurs, voice sleep-rough and utterly unapologetic,“Five more minutes… stays with me.” His tail curls around your calf like a soft, insistent chain. You know those five minutes will stretch into twenty, and somehow you never mind.
You’ll be reading on the floor and he’ll simply drop down beside you, roll onto his side, and drag you half on top of him so your head rests over his heart. Every time you turn a page he presses a lazy kiss to your hair, as if reminding the book that it is only borrowing you for a little while.
And every single time—when he steals you from sleep, when he rewrites your scent, when he refuses to let even a foot of space exist between you—you feel that same helpless, fond ache bloom behind your ribs.
He’s the big bad wolf. He’s also the clingiest, softest, most ridiculously devoted thing you’ve ever known. And somehow that combination is completely, devastatingly yours.
a/n : hello, it's been a while sobs i stand with my cancelled husband.
valko eating you out SO good that all your muscles tense up and a violent cramp takes hold of your calf... your moans quickly turn into screams and he gets so into it, coming up for air and going "FUCK YEAH BABY AWOOOOOO" before going back in and you practically have to shove him away before you pass out
Men who use their big ass hand to grab you by your head ✅✅✅✅
HELPJSLFDK honestly i dooo really like hairplay, i just like fingers against my scalp in general, but i can definitely see this!!! it just makes me think of those photos where people hold their cats by the back of the head and stretch out their faces LOL
but it alsoooo made me think of caleb: (nsft)
how he'd hold your head down against a pillow when he's frustrated or angry with you, slamming his hips into yours and making you thank him for it, your voice muffled by the fabric as your drool and your tears start to soak through the pillowcase.
"Say "Thank you for fucking me so well, Caleb". Say it."
"Again. Louder."
how you'd struggle to hold yourself up due to the force he's using, each thrust a new shock to your system, and he has to use his other hand to keep your hips up in the air so you don't topple over. how he won't let you cum until he feels that you've sufficiently apologized. that you've thanked him enough for taking care of you so well, and promised not to make the same mistake again.
"I was gentle with you before, and look where that got us. Stop complaining. Apologize like you mean it, and maybe I'll let you cum."
"Yeah? You're really sorry? What else? You know what I wanna hear."
"I'm s-soorry, Cay, m'so sorry, l-love you so much, loveyou, I love you, please, please, I l-love you,"
"There we go. Alright, go ahead. Cum."
and then the aftercare is top tier too... wiping down your face with a warm washcloth after you just finished crying your eyes out underneath him,,,,, ouhhh
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