please not a word Ok maybe theyāre chilling in Noknil maybe MC left with the kids THIS IS A HYPOTHETICAL. just like them not being virgins just like them being with an OC just like them being a lil ugly sometimes. tis merely a brain exercise. take a breather. obvious CW
Xavier
- xavier is at least. 600 years old right?? correct me if iām wrong. but nobody in the world is going sober for that long your local monk would be desperate doing shrooms to get into nirvana. basically heās tried everything and anything under the stars. heās more likely to he tripping alone in his room than at the club. and thereās his escapades into the N109 zone. he could get his hands on whatever he wants.
- lucky him, he has the self-control and awareness to never get hooked on anything. its all been mostly a one-time thing, just to see how it feels. most of itās not for him, but he does smoke a joint every now and then. it helps with the chronic pain. and depression. it doesnāt help with falling asleep all the time but itās worth it because hot pot zooted is a religious experience. he would try his best (bless him) to make those infused recipes, and then get pissed because heās too hungry and too sober for the burnt brownies in his oven.
Zayne
- yeah heās a doctor. a cardiac surgeon at that. so like wouldnāt it be situational irony if he got autistic burnout in college Haha and his parents urge him to get help but the campus psychiatrist just throws study drugs at him. and heās like āthis is medical misconductšā lol if only he knew what was in storeā¦ but anyways he takes his dose for the first time because he wanted a taste of the average and suddenly! the urge to give himself pre-diabetes is gone?? granted he doesnāt wanna eat much of anything but who needs to eat when youāre working 25/8?
- his classmates thought he was a genius before? now they can say hello to a future asclepius. he takes his dosage diligentlyā¦ before bedtime. itās instant release, meant to ātake as neededā, so whereās the problem? he knows exactly what the problem is, but he chose this profession for a reason, damnit, and its not like his teeth could be saved anyways. one day he decides he misses sleep and and foregoes a dose and the crash the next day is WILD. he misses class for the first time EVER. and he never does a controlled substance ever again.
Rafayel
- rafayel is an artist so im going to perpetuate the stereotypes and say he overdoes it with psychedelics. canon event for creatives going through a block. infold was being stingy with the nitty gritty but half of those episodes where he stayed up for days on end until his vision blurred were actually acid-fueled benders. I mean.. the way the game described some of his paintings sounded like giant LSD prints anyways. instead of the "ego death" grown man discovers empathy for the first time, memories from his previous incarnations overwhelm him all at once but it's ok it keeps the emptiness away and its back to the drawing board. he actually gets so locked in when he's on shrooms who needs the tome of the sea god when he's the sea himself? ...don't let him go for a swim.
- mayhaps when he first started painting on land he was so unused to all the harsh chemicals he'd inadvertently get himself super loopy. I still maintain him smoking would be hot asf but I guess infold indirectly disproved that and yk what? I understand he wouldn't take that risk for his lungs. he would, however, do the "take edibles and go to the aquarium" date with you.
- I wouldn't say it's comparable to sylus, because raf gets drunk ez. but I think rafayel has a. complicated? relationship with alcohol. his mentor figure? "while he drank, I just stood outside and watched the world go by..." yeesh! there's obviously something Heavy there, in the way he talked about him. Banquet Ablaze gently freaked me out in general, when they were over that cliff, or when they fell into the ocean in the rain. fishie is actually my fav dude after my mains but realistically I think we'd get way too mopey like you wanna drown together bet! don't get me started on Oceanic Nightfall, when he was drinking to mask through the social event, then crashed in his tub. ooh rafayel I love you but you would do NUMBERS outside of your genre dude teenagers would larp as you on twt I know it.
Sylus
- every successful businessman does cocaine. mr. Love and Deepspace is your sophisticated record-collecting bibliophile pedantic snob of a man and he also does coke along with his business partners at nightclubs he owns. i mean heās tasteful with it itās not like heās snorting a line off of a strippers' ass. i'm not suggesting onychinus deals in drugs or anythingā¦ just that heās very thorough about its composition.
- i know he has an extensive liquor collection. weāve already seen he owns a winery and fucks inside his winery. there's an interaction in destiny cafe that was poorly translated in english, yet made it clear mans has quite the tolerance. again, it could just nearly be passed off as social drinking. its not his fault it takes him longer to get there, right? (lol) he doesnāt even realize heās got a problem until MC points it out. and iāve noticed people get so mad when you suggest he smokes but idc heāll always smell a bit like clove cigars to me. i mean his singing voice canāt get any worse right..? and like. he can just heal up his lungs anyways yeahā¦ yall are missing the potential of a dragon doing the dragon exhale.
Caleb
- if i was caleb i would be shooting up heroin everyday but thatās just me haha. heās an adrenaline junkie and he and MC probably go to raves together. its cute he hoists her up on his shoulders covers her ears when it gets too loud. and they also party with their friend molly sometimes... as a treat. youād think caleb would go daddy mode on her and never let her touch anything beyond a natty light but thatās actually exactly what heās doing yk like when your parents would say you could drink but only in front of them.
- i am willing to elaborate more but the toring chip had to be based on stimulants its uncanny. like cmon peak physical and mental performance at the price of becoming like a zombie, except for certain individuals who enter a manic state instead? the mention of staying up days on end and requiring mood stabilizers too? the toring chip is like bougie amphetamines with reuptake. on top of that, he too is on the slopes with sylus. does a line before every meeting and the first few times the senior officers could definitely tell. its frying me that i made the health conscious rise and grind picture of discipline lindsey lohan. but heās also a military man and i think he could juggle the alcoholic stereotype along with the cokehead stereotype yk? because heās a gemini. judging by everyone's experience with the house feature, alcoholic caleb is halfway canon regardless.
#excuse me but are you telling me that the Apollo pic is made with the help of the SUN and the Artemis one with the help of the MOON??? #that's actually so poetic i want to cry
@gorandomshesaid wait i need to sit with this one. wait.
Oh this was tough!!!!! I really had to sit and think about it you know. What was YOUR favourite myth?
And after careful consideration, Rafayel wins. He is my favourite. Narrowly beating out God of Annhilation.
They were all stellar in their own ways. But Raf takes my crown.
I enjoyed how much I was giggling with Sylus and his very bratty vampire form. It wasn't as angsty as the others. I did appreciate them making Sylus literally break fate to save MC from getting her soul harvested. Which, why is Philos always on some fuck shit? Like can they chill with this feed us a strong human crap. Also just watching them solving the puzzle and antagonising each other the whole time was entertaining. Their love language really is hands.
I was straight horrified for Caleb because it was dark dark. Even with beautiful visuals the brutality was breath taking. MC was a straight savage in it which is rare to see. I still have to rewatch this myth twice more to spot some details I missed. Mount Dingxu was quite the revelation. Caleb was doing everything to keep Netherfalls from collapsing and finding out he used his own strength in order to create a way for him and MC to meet again and therefore the two realms that shouldn't connect did, made my jaw drop. He is so by any means necessary in this myth.
Xavierās I enjoyed greatly and also made my chest hurt because being the only living soul in a planet the former husk of your home while battling zombies (revenants as infold cutely calls them) that resurrect by the next full moon traps you in the same cycle as them ironically. That suffocating isolation finally eased when she ressurects at last and lives with him in the castle. And because Xavier likes to be a fake nonchalant he pretends like it's another Tuesday until he can't anymore. His confession when she woke him up will always be my roman empire. He sounded so defeated š Its a deeply lonely myth. It hurts me so good.
Zayne's was another painful one. Seeing him sacrifice his literal heart while spirits taunted him to let them devour him instead of getting the Creatio stone to resurrect her was just.... Astra when I catch you! And in typical Zayne fashion he carries the burden on his shoulders quietly even when MC resents him not understanding his plans. Creates a whole world for her to live in and escape her shitty fate and take her place by being the one who perishes only for them to be foiled yet again by the cruel hand of the inevitable fate Astra bound him to. He defies it time and time again. And knowing the amount of Jasmines in the tower, he fails over and over again š. Zaynie.
But yeah... Tears of Romirro won out. I always say Rafayel has the richest lore out of LIs because there is always so much going on. And seeing him as the sea god and not the typical Linkon Rafayel who masks better was such a treat. The plot twist of finding out MC is the one who sealed him away was so surprising that first time. And it connected to God of Tides so much with so many references that its continuation felt seamless. The other myths didn't do it as cleanly. And it's the one myth I actually am dying to see if the fourth one picks up after romirro. Because MC made him stab her! She usually reaurrects with no memories and Rafayel usually finds her. Cause we all assumed 800 years was after GoT but maybe we have a few more lives to go before we get to Linkon. And one where Raf dies and loses his sea god memories. I need that!
I do wish I could dive deeper but honestly, we would be here all day and I might exceed word count. All great myths. I can't wait for the fourth ones to begin. Even if my diamonds could never *cries in determined to stay f2p*
STONER!CALEB teaches you how to smoke and suck him off
cw. dubcon, recreational dr*g use, bsf!caleb is a lil mean, oral (m.receiving), some size/humiliation kink, throat training, v light impact play, facial ā mdni 18+
the room reeks of a pungent aroma that comes from the joint that lays abandoned in the ashtray on his nightstand. the sounds of your coughing fits have been replaced by your melodic gags. caleb, your best friend, stands against his bed, you on your knees before him with your mouth stretched open to take the cock that thrusts in and out of your throat. itās notā¦ exactly what you thought would come of asking your best friend to teach you how to smoke, but youāre not complaining.
not like you actually can with his fat length occupying all the space in your mouth.Ā
your fingers claw at his thighs as you finally pull away, breathless and wreckedāspit and drool slipping past your lips as you choke on air.
he coos softly, lashes heavy as his eyes flutter open. āaww, cāmon, baby,ā he murmurs. āyou can take it, canāt you?ā
the words echo something from just twenty minutes earlierāwhen youād taken your first drag of the joint he rolled, all nerves and inexperience. the way the smoke hit your lungs too hard, how you spluttered and coughed, eyes watering. just like this. just like having your mouth wrapped around him, overwhelmed by his weight and heat.
heād laughed thenālazy, fond and devastatingly cute. āyou can take it, pips, canāt you?ā the drawl of it had gone straight to your core, molten and slow. and when you coughed again, throat burning from the weed, his laughter only deepened, warm and teasing, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.
caleb made it easier for you. he took the joint from your hands and murmured, ācāmereācome closer.ā
you did as you were told, scooting closer to him. you watched in awe, hypnotized by the way he brought the joint to his lips, inhaled, and held it there. his free thumb pulled at your plush bottom lip, and he parted your mouth as he leaned in.
your eyes widened in shock, a soft whimper slipping out when he blew a thick puff of smoke into your mouth, his lips a single millimeter away from yours.
ābreathe it in,ā he whispered. and you didāthere was nothing you wouldnāt do when caleb talked to you like that. nothing you wouldnāt do for caleb in general.Ā
āān out fāme.ā
you blew the smoke out and watched the white puff fan across his pretty face.
āgooood girl,ā he murmured, and his tone made your stomach tighten. the thumb resting on your bottom lip tugged gently at the muscle, and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss youābut instead, he spoke softly, āitās easy once you get the hang of it, yeah?ā
when you nodded dumbly, he pulled back and brought the joint to his lips again, inhaling before letting the smoke drift into the air, secretly wishing it had been in your mouth instead. he continued to guide you after that, watching your intake, teaching you how to take small, careful hits since you werenāt used to it yet.
and once you got the hang of itāheād been right. it was easy. you were both out of your minds, somewhere far, far away from earth. your eyes had fallen closed, but hisā¦ his stayed on you. he watched every small movement you made, his gaze constantly drifting back to your lips. he scooted closer, and his thumb found your mouth again.
āhmm?ā you hummed lazily.
the sound made something in him tighten. he couldnāt help himselfāhis thumb slipped past your lips, and your eyes flew open as wide as they could in your hazy state. still, instinct took over. you wrapped your lips around his digit and sucked, slow and thoughtless, like it was the joint all over again.
ālemme show you how to do something elseā¦ā he whispered, a gentle yet predatory glimmer shining in his high eyes.
and now youāre here. your bloodshot eyes peer up at him and he watches as the tears spill down your face. he looks hazy to you, partially because of your current cognitive state and partially because of the tears on your lash line. āca-caleb,ā you slur out, dragging out the vowels in his name . āās too bigātoo much.āĀ
he just chuckles, āyeah? itās too big?ā he asks, a hint of condescension in his voice and you feel pathetic for the way it makes butterflies in your stomach erupt. āpoor baby doesnāt know how to smoke or suck dickā¦ā he jokes, voice cooing.Ā
ācaleb,ā you pout. āyouāre being meanā¦ā
āyou havenāt even seen me mean, pips,ā he murmurs, the words honest and lowābecause you havenāt. youāve never met calebās true self, never touched the depth of what coils inside him. you donāt even know half of what he feels for you, and thatās the most dangerous part. āopen your mouthāiāll teach you how to suck me off, too. thatās what friends are for right?āĀ
the lopsided grin on his droopy face does nothing to soften the blow of his words. your pussy twitches needily as arousal soaks right through your underwear and begins to sodden your shorts.Ā
you open your mouth and he laces his fingers through your hair, pushing you right on to his throbbing length. he moans prettily when your lips successfully meets the base of his cock. he holds you there for a secondāor fiveāfeeling your throat constrict around him. when he pulls you back youāre fully crying, strings of saliva connecting you to his spit soaked cock.Ā
āso fuckinā pretty,ā he chokes out, his grip in your hair tightening. ālook at you, just so pretty like thisāall for me, hm?ā
you feel the weight of his hands guiding your head, slow and insistent. your limbs are heavyāheavier than they should beāyour body humming as the weed sinks deeper into your bloodstream, blood thrumming hot beneath your skin. but the ache that usually lives in your pussy is sharper now, need curling tighter in your belly.
you want him on your tongue again. badly.
you slip from his grasp, your hand closing around his thick length as you draw him back to your mouth, lips parting around just the tip. your hips rock aimlessly and without thought, chasing frictionāchasing reliefāslick and desperate against nothing at all. your moans turn soft and broken around him, little whimpers that send a jolt through his body, and he throbs hard against your tongue in response.
āgod, you feel s-so good, pips.ā he whimpers and your cunt gushes another wave of arousal. it only encourages you to take him further. you drop your hand and take him deeper into your mouth. you ignore the way your throat pushes him out, gagging in favor of releasing him. anything to hear the clipped moans coming from your best friend's mouth. āshitāugh, babyābaby, please.ā
you gag again and again, fighting for control, forcing yourself to breathe through your nose until caleb yanks you off him by your hair. your scalp burns at the sudden pullāyouāre coughing hard, chest heaving as you gasp for air. tears sting your eyes while he pumps himself furiously just inches from your face, the sight dizzying and all too overwhelming.
āgonna cum, pretty girl,ā he grunts, the sound torn from somewhere deep in his chest all raw and strained. he slaps his cock against your cheek and you let off a desperate moan, āopen wide.ā
you stick your tongue out and patiently await for his load, your body wound tight, aching for him.Ā
he throws his head back and moans your name loud enough that thereās an echo that rattles your entire body. then come the ribbons of cum, thick and hot and almost never ending as they dress your face, missing your mouth completely. his entire body shakes like crazy as his orgasm rocks him.Ā
heās breathless when his eyes finally crack open, and there you areāpretty, wrecked and painted like youāve stepped straight out of one of the countless dreams heās had about you.
his cock doesnāt soften. if anything, the sight of you high and covered in cum makes him harder. his breathing turns rough as his hand closes around your chin, forcing your gaze up. a low, almost manic chuckle slips from him when he sees the hunger still burning in your eyes. carnal desire behind hazy eyes.Ā
āyouāre a quick learner, pips.ā he whispers, grip tightening in a way that makes you whimper. āwhat do ya say you teach me how to make you feel good now? or should i roll another joint first?ā
kit saysā¦ HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FUCKING BABY @stonedxia. i adore u to the moon and backāyou always have my back when i need u and i just lobe you so so much. ur one of my favorite people on this earth and i pray u never ever go bald and that happiness and caleb find u in every lifetime. i hope u have an amazing day!! pls cum over and cum on me <3 p.s. i really hope u like this i am genuinely so terrifiedā¦. itās not my finest work but i made it longer than usual just 4 u
AHHSJSJDJ THANK YOU FOR THE AMAZING BDAY BLOWJOB GIFTTT itās literally so perfect š¤š¤š¤
can we just note how sexy ur way of writing his dirty talk is???!!! āpoor baby doesnāt know how to smoke or suck dickā¦ā āyou havenāt even seen me mean, pipsā iām s c r e a m i n g!! can you roll another joint, gege? cumming on your cock while stoned is my dream (you can ash it out on me, too, if iām being too much of a brat)
kit, i love you and appreciate you always. i donāt deserve this amazing gift but iāll be a good girl and take it like a champ ;))))
š . Ė IN YOUR FANTASY āLOVE & DEEPSPACE Ö¹ ā ź±
the lads men discover your secret kink when they stumble upon all the x-rated videos youāve been hoarding on twitter. busted... but why hide it when your boyfriendās more than willing to take a seat in your fantasy? ā wc. 6.1k
WARNINGS ā± X-RATED VISUALS ARE LINKED. must be logged in to twitter/x to view. fem!reader, ungodly amount of pet names, heavy praise ā (sylus) free use, bondage, cum eating/swapping, switch!sy, oral (f. receiving) ā (zayne) spanking, meanie!zayne, heavy praise, use of good girl, lowk cervix fking ā (rafayel) dubcon-ish (?), somnophilia, degradation (use of slut), mean dom!raf, some yandere themes ā (caleb) facesitting/fucking, some use of gravity evol, brief mention of insecurities ā (xavier) sub!xavier, begging, edging (m. receiving) ā MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
KITāS NOTE ā± hehe new year, new medicli layout >:3 i hope you all enjoy my first multi hc of the year! if u see any mistakes, no u didnāt! reblogs and comments are so greatly appreciated, iād love to hear yāallās thoughts on this :)<3
įÆ ē§¦å½» ā¢ SYLUS Ėįƽ ŻĖ ā big bf lets you have your way with him #freeuse
sylus shouldnāt pryāthis much he knows. there are boundaries that should never be crossed and this? this is one of them.Ā
your phone is open to a twitter profile. some blank account with an obscure user and the locked symbol next to your name. itās a private twitter account following 20 people with 5 followers. but itās the most recent tweet that catches his attentionāa man naked and bound to a chair with a blindfold covering his eyes and a woman using him how she pleases.
he picks up your phone with a dry throat and his cock hardening under his slacks. the retweet reads, ugh wish heād let me use him like this </3
you walk out of his bathroom to see his back facing you and you perk up immediately. āsy, youāre back!ā you say, cheerily, but when he turns around with his jaw clenched and your phone that quietly plays the sound of one of the many videos you were watching on twitter moments prior, your smile drops.Ā
āi didnāt realize you were into amateur adult films, sweetie.ā he drawls nonchalantly, like his cock isnāt aching for your touch. but you can sense an edge that isnāt typically there.Ā
you stammer on an excuse, feeling your face burn in mortification at having been caught retweeting porn on your alt account. āiāitāsā¦ well, i-itās not what it looks like.ā
āyeah? because it looks like you want to use meā¦ just like this.ā he stalks towards you and waves the phone in your face, a small smile pulling at his lips. āis that true? you want to tie me to a chair, blindfold me and have your way with me?ā
you pull your lip between your teeth, gnawing at the flesh anxiously. you avert your eyes, staring at your sock clad feet before you feel his fingers tip your chin up and force you to look him in the eye.Ā
ācāmon, sweetheart. youāll tell me, wonāt you?ā he murmurs, thumb pulling your bottom lip from your teeth.Ā
āyes,ā you respond, throat dry and voice wavering in lack of confidence. āi want to have my way with you.ā
he gives you a wolfish grin and all he says is, āokay then.ā
ā
you never thought youād see sylus like this. in a chair with rope wrapped around his torso and one of his silk ties covering his eyes. thereās a permanent smirk plastered on his face and it makes you buzz with excitement.Ā
ādonāt make me wait for so long, kitten.ā he drawls, his cock bobbing up and down in dire need of attention.Ā
you grab his neck, tipping his face up and pressing your lips against his for a sloppy kiss. you push your tongue into his mouth, savoring the deep groan that rumbles in his throat. the kiss doesnāt last longāyou pull away just as he starts to get needy, watching how he chases your lips with a growl.
your hand trails down his chest, squeezing at his peck before turning around, back facing him, and grabbing his cock. a small gasp of surprise fills the room right before itās replaced with the sound of your paired moans as you sink onto his cock.Ā
āshit,ā he curses, the word coming out breathless. his hands itch to grab you and they could if he really wanted to. he could break free from the lousy restraints, but he knows how much you want this and he wouldnāt dare rob you of this experience.Ā
and you take him like you were made from it, bouncing on his cock, your ass clapping with every thrust. you whine for him, testing his patience. ādoes it feel good, sy?ā
another deep growl fills your ears and shoots straight to your core. āyou know it does, sweetheart. what about you, hmm? does, hah fuck, does using my cock like this satisfy you?ā
you choke out a sob, sitting on him completely and grinding your hips against him with vigor. āmmhm, youāre such a good boy, baby,ā you moan out, feeling his cock throb at the praise. āb-but you know what would make me feel even better?ā you ask, voice cracking.Ā
he tries to thrust into you, but you donāt give him a chance. heās stuck in this chair with you on top of him so all he can do is pant out a strained, āwhat?ā
āif youāmmm, if you came inside of me,ā you whimper. āfuck, sy, please? please fill me up with your cum. want you to shoot it so deep inside of me, please please please?ā
your pleas are so desperate, almost as if you arenāt already taking everything you want. as if you arenāt already making his cock twitch and his stomach tighten. as if you arenāt already milking him dry while he lets out a drawn out groan.Ā
a happy moan rips from your throat when you feel his cum spray inside you, filling you so deep just how you wanted. you let him empty himself, waiting till every drop of cum is spilled into you before pulling off his cock, grabbing a fistfull of his hair and bringing his face to your messy, filled cunt.Ā
his surprised moan is muffled by your pussy. you figured heād rip through the rope and push you away, but he happily laps and sucks at your hole, licking up every bit of your mixed arousal that leaks out of you.Ā
you whine, heat flooding your body as you grind your ass against his face. āy-yeah, eat your cum out of me, just like that, sy,āĀ
ādirty girl,ā he murmurs against your cunt before devouring you whole, the sounds of smacking and slurping and groaning resuming.Ā
your knees nearly give out, the only thing holding you up is the death grip you have on his silver locks. you jolt and tremble before him and he doesnāt need to see to know youāre close.Ā
all it takes is a raspy, ācum on my face, sweet girl,ā for you to completely unravel, legs shaking uncontrollably as you paint his face in syrupy arousal. youāre reduced to whines and whimpers of his name and sylus just wishes he could see you.Ā
and his wish is granted mere seconds later when youāre weakly tugging the blindfold off of him, taking his gleaming face in your hand and pressing your lips to his to taste the two of you on him.Ā
he groans, passing the release into your mouth while pulling on the restraints in a need to grab you.Ā
āyou did so well for me, sy.ā
āmmm, thank you, sweetie. and,ā his voice drops to a whisper. ānext time you want to recreate somethingā¦ just tell me.ā
įÆ é»ę·± ā¢ ZAYNE Ėįƽ ŻĖ ā meanie!bf makes you ask for permission to cum #spanking
zayne never uses social media. especially not twitter. but you convinced him to download it so you could send him funny tweets and cute cat videos. he shook his head and downloaded the app just to get you to shut up, but he never actually opened it.Ā
one rare and quiet day, with nothing on his schedule and you stuck at work, curiosity finally got the better of him. he made an account on a whim, and thatās when he saw it: suggested accounts. yours, right at the top, labeled as someone he āmay know.ā a small, fond smile curved his lips as he tapped on your profile, warmth blooming in his chest at the sight of your cute icon staring back at him.
but that smile fell just as quick as it came when he scrolled a bit too far and found a quote retweet captioned, ādoes anyone wish their bf would do this to them too??? :((( being spanked then doted onā¦ sigh.āĀ
he watched the video with a dry throat and widened eyes. the first thought that came to mind was that you posted this on your public profileābut then he noticed you only had 15 followers. still, heāll have to remind you of your digital footprint.Ā
once the initial shock wore offā¦ he watched the video again. is this what you wanted? to be ruthlessly fucked from the back and spankedā¦ by him?
zayne closes the app, clears his throat and throws his head back against the couch heās sitting on. he pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a shaky exhale.Ā
if thatās what you wantā¦ then thatās what youāll get.Ā
ā
he waits patiently for you to trudge past the door, trying to keep himself busy with god knows what till he hears it. the sound of your keychains rattling and the click of the door as you unlock it and walk in.Ā
āhi, zaynie,ā you breathe, skipping towards him and pressing a wet kiss to his cheek. one whiff of you and all he can think about is doing all the naughty things youāve been secretly wanting. his cock aches. his blood thrums. he needs it now.Ā
āare you okay?ā you pull back, concerned by his silence and even more deterred when you see his hardened face.Ā
when he speaks, itās low and stern. a voice youāve only heard a handful of times. ābedroom. now, please.ā
you let out a confused chuckle. āwhat for?ā
when he raises an eyebrow at you, you cower, nodding your head and scurrying to the bedroom like he asked.Ā
itās nothing like what you expected. you didnāt expect zayne to walk in and strip you bare without a word, didnāt expect him to bend you over the bed and press himself into your tight, waiting warmth. and you definitely didnāt expect his hand to come down hard on your assāthe sharp, thunderous crack filling the room, followed instantly by your startled squeak.
āthis is what you wanted, is it not?ā he pants, fucking into you with vigor melting at the sound of your sweet, surprised moans. āthis is what you were talking about on your twitter, right?āĀ
your voice comes watery, confused. āwh-what?ā you ask, hands fisting at the sheets, your body jolting with every sharp, rough thrust.Ā
his hand comes down, your other cheek meeting the same fate and it has another desperate moan crawling out of you. āyou wanted to, what was it? get spanked and doted on, huh?āĀ
and then it hits you suddenlyāvividly. you remember the video. it was a faceless man taking a faceless girl from behind, ruthless, almost cruel in the way he fucked her. you remember the sharp smack of his hand against her skin, how badly youād wished it were you and zayne instead. but what turned you on the mostāwhat lodged itself deep inside your coreāwas the contrast of it all. the way the strangerās rough, unyielding actions clashed with the softness of his words. the concept of being fucked like a slut while being praised like a good girl. it made you spin.Ā
it only made you think of zayne. zayne and his large, calloused hands. zayne and his sweet voice. zayne and his cock that stretched and fucked you so good that it makes you cry.Ā
and youād be lying if you said the thought of him realizing thisā¦ realizing itās what youād wanted all alongā¦ didnāt make heat pool low in your stomach all over again.
you clench tightly around him, turning your heated face into the pillow that smelled just like him. this only makes him laugh, humorlessly.Ā
āyeah, youāre remembering now, arenāt you, my darling girl?ā his throaty voice only turns you on further. you arch your back and wiggle your ass as an invitation. an invitation for him to give you more. to go hard. āthatās it. good girl.ā
you shudder at the praise. āf-fuck,ā the curse is whimpered against the silk fabric of his pillow. āfuck, zayne, itās s-soāgod! so deep. feels so good!ā you feel him everywhere, but especially in your tightening stomach. youāre already at the precipice of an orgasm and it only makes zayne want to fuck you right to the finish line.Ā
zayne hums, spanking you again just to hear a giggly moan and it makes his heart want to beat out of his chest. āyouāre so precious,ā he whispers before his hand laces in your hair and pulls your face away from the pillow. ādid you want me to find that tweet, sweetheart? so i could spank you and pull at your hair? so i could fuck you stupid on my cock?ā
you donāt bother hiding it. you wanted this more than anything. you craved this more than anything. āyes, yes, yes! please!āĀ
āgooood girl,ā he murmurs softly. itās a perfect contradiction to the way his cock drives into you, the tip just barely brushing your cervix. itās too much. youāre wound tight as hell, a dam on the brink of bursting, and zayne feels it instantly.
āyou wanna cum?ā
you can barely form the words, desperation breaking your voice as you beg, ācan iā¦? please?ā
āyes, baby. cum for me,ā he grunts, fist tightening in your hair, pulling you into a deeper arch. ācome on. cum all over me.ā
you shatter almost instantly. your body trembles as you come apart on his cock, a needy, broken moan slipping free while the tight knot in your stomach unravels and you soak him completely.
he doesnāt stopāhe only fucks you through it, steady and relentless, before pressing a gentle kiss to your spine.Ā
āyou did so well,ā you feel his lips curve into a smile as he murmurs against your slick, overheated skin, āhe but weāre not done yet.ā
įÆ å¤ä»„ę¼ ā¢ CALEB Ėįƽ ŻĖ ā bf lets you sit on his pretty face #facesittingĀ
it was no secret that caleb kept tabs on you. he was very open about itāhe has all your post notifications on, he knows where you are at all times, and he always knows what youāre up to. it didnāt bother you in the slightest, heās always been protective of youāwatching over you like it was his lifeās purpose.Ā
but thereās one secret that you keep from caleb. and itās nothing major, truly! itās justā¦ an alt twitter account you use to retweet your soft porn. while thereās no reason to keep this from your boyfriend, you donāt have the heart to show it to him. itās the home of all your fantasies, more than anything, itās embarrassing.Ā
even so, the last thing you want is for caleb to know. youāve done everything in your power to keep this secret. you used an obscure email to create the account, a password with a series of random numbers and letters that heād never be able to guess and an alias. it was practically impossible for him to trace it back to you.Ā
one day, you were scrolling on said account, thighs pressed together as you came across a video of a girl sitting on a guy's face, tugging at his hair while she glided across his mouth and nose. all you could think about is calebāhow good it would feel to fuck his face like you were in heat.
it was something you thought about often. youāve had caleb eat you out before, yes, but youāve never asked to try this in fear that youād either A. suffocate him or B. heād be turned off.Ā
so you do what you always do, quote retweeting it with a caption that read: āwanna sit on my bfās pretty face just like this :,(āĀ
you shut out the app and flop back onto your bed, tryingāfailingāto chase the thoughts of him away. especially the image of him stretched out against these very pillows and you hovering over him while your arousal drenches his face. you lose yourself in the fantasy, hands sliding down your body in need.
but then your phone starts to blow upāmessage after message lighting the screen, all from your boyfriend:
caleb ā„ļø: baby, are you serious?
caleb ā„ļø: is that really what you want?Ā
caleb ā„ļø: you wanna sit on my face?
caleb ā„ļø: forget it, Iāll be there in an hour. weāll talk about this when I see you.
your breath hitches and brows knit in confusionāthen it clicks. your tweet. maybe you shouldāve been more careful before hitting send. maybe the app glitched. either way, when you open the app again, dread crashes over you as you confirm that youāve posted it from the wrong accountāthe account where caleb has your notifications on. meaning he saw it immediately.Ā
you delete it in a panic, humiliated, praying none of your other mutuals caught it in time. thereās nothing you can say or do to stop caleb from coming over. so you stand, pace, draw in a shaky breath and wait.Ā
ā
caleb lets himself in, shuts the door, and locks it behind him. the talk he mentioned in his text never comes. no greeting. no anger. instead, he strips down to his boxers and climbs into your bed like itās the most natural thing in the world.
youāre frozen where you stand, lip caught between your teeth, thighs pressed tightly together. when he settles against the pillows, he lifts his gaze to you so calm that it almost scares. he looks at you expectantly.
āwell?ā he starts. āwhat are you waiting for? iām here. you wanted to sit on your boyfriendās pretty face, did you not?ā
you exhale a sharp, nervous laugh, āc-caleb, we donāt have toā¦ā you let shyness take over. āiāllāiāll suffocate you. it probably wonāt feel good for you eitherā¦ā
he scoffs incredulously. ācome sit on my face before i make you. you do remember my evol, donāt you?ā
you barely have time to process it before you feel weightless, a surprised yelp slipping out as he drags you toward him with nothing more than a flick of his hand.
you give in instantly, nodding as you stumble, āokay okay!ā
he lets go and watches with hungry, unblinking eyes as you push your shorts and panties down, letting them pool at your feet. you climb onto the bed and crawl toward him slowly until youāre hovering just above his throat, suspended in the tension and your own personal fear.
ācaleb, are you sure i wonāt be too heavy?ā you whisper.Ā
āiām sure, baby.ā he says reassuringly, his hands grabbing your hips and lifting you till your cunt is just inches away from his face. ācome on, sit. lemme taste you.ā
you let out a shaky breath and start to lower yourself before you can talk yourself out of it, but his arms hook beneath your thighs and force you all the way down, drawing a satisfied moan from him and a startled gasp from you. your hands fly to his hair, fingers threading through the silky strands as you cling to him, grounding yourself before your strength gives out entirely.
you bite your lip, desperate to keep your moans quiet, but the drag of his nose against your clit paired with the warm suction of his mouth has your resolve shattering. it feels even better than you ever imagined. and when his hands come up to palm at your breasts? his fingers tweaking your nipples? youāre a goner.
āfuck,ā you whimper, fingers tugging at his roots hard enough to draw a pained groan from him, though it barely registers. all you can focus on is the way he devours you like heās starving, the vibration of his moans coursing through your body and lighting your nerves on fire, the relentless grind against your swollen, sensitive clit.
ācaleb,ā you cry, breathlessly, āah! feels so good.ā
ākeep fuckinā my face, pretty girl,ā he moans, the words muffling into your cunt. āwanna taste you cumminā all over me. you can do it.ā
he pulls you onto him harder. like he wants to run out of oxygen.Ā
and you obeyāeven if you wanted to stop, you couldnāt. not when youāre this closeānot when caleb wants this just as bad as you do. you hump his face desperately, like a woman depraved, chasing your orgasm. you let your moans out freely, high pitched and needy, letting them join the sounds of slurping and smacking.
your body trembles violently, fingers fisting in calebās hair as you shatter, a mix of arousal and slick cum painting his face while you squeal his name like a broken record. ācaleb, caleb, calebāā his name is all that existsāall you can cling to at the moment.
he groans into you, relentless, licking and sucking every last trace, his hips lifting off the bed with desperate urgency. his cock throbs in his boxers, twitching with need for a taste of your cunt.Ā
a sob tears from your chest when he doesnāt slow. āw-wait!ā you gasp, legs shaking, body on the verge of giving out. āiām s-sensitive, ca-caleb!ā
āno, baby, please,ā he whimpers, raw and earnest. āplease let me keep going. you donāt know how bad iāve wanted this.ā
āw-what?ā you breathe, dazed.
āfor so long, pips,ā he admits softly. ājust sit thereā¦ let me do all the work. please?ā
įÆ ē„ē ā¢ RAFAYEL Ėįƽ ŻĖ ā crazy bf fucks you while you pretend to be asleep #somno
despite his bubbly, sassy exterior, rafayel carried his demons quietly. the kind that kept him watching youāboth in real life and through the glow of a screen. the thought of losing you makes something dark twist in his chest. youāre his cutie, his heart, his muse, his entire world wrapped into one person.
he knows itās wrong to have all your passwords. knows it crosses a line. so he tells himself heās carefulāonly checks when he has to, when the ache gets too loud to ignore.
itās been a while since he last logged into your account, but itās also been days since heās seen you. that has to count for something, right? just a quick look. just to scroll through what youāve seen, what youāve liked. just enough to feel close to you again.
a smile touches his lips when he sees all the silly tweets youāve liked.Ā
but then he sees it. a tweet that looks so out of place in the midst of cute cat videos and senseless jokes. a tweet that reads āgf who pretends to be asleep x bf who was gonna fuck her either way,ā along with a video of just that. the smile falls immediately, his lips pressing into a thin line while his brows furrow.Ā
his darkened gaze catches on the yellow bookmark, curiosity winning out before he can stop himself. the moment he opens your bookmarks aka the little trove of soft porn, his cock hardens. itās all amateur and intimate, but worse, thereās a pattern. a theme. every two minute video was a girl getting fucked while she slept. fucked. bred. all while she laid pliant, eyes closed.Ā
rafayelās eyes drag over the captions again and again, each one making his thoughts spin faster. he loses track of time, an entire hour slipping by as he clicks through every video, cock aching and heart racing, torn between guilt and the thrill curling tight in his chest.
he pictured you like thatālying awake at night, thoughts circling himā¦his cockā¦ until you finally drifted asleep. he imagined the wetness that pooled in your panties when you drifted off, the way desire followed you even into your dreams. it made something deep in him ache.
how long had you wanted this? with the sheer number of tweets tucked away in your bookmarks, he canāt help but think this fantasy has lived with you for a long time now, growing quietlyā¦ patiently.
but why not make your fantasy a reality?
ā
rafayel asked you to spend the night, and of course you said yes please. youād been missing your boyfriend like crazy, and with work constantly getting in the way, time together had become frustratingly scarce.
when you arrived, heād planned something sweetāmovies, cuddling, takeout you both loved. an innocent night in. except you wanted more. every subtle advance you made was met with a gentle deflection. he ignored them all, letting the tension build until you were needy with it. you were wound tight, and he still refused to touch you the way you ached for.
by the end of the night, you felt coiled and restless, yet too perverted to voice what you wanted aloud, especially after being brushed off. so you climbed into his bed with a sulky āgoodnight,ā a pout tugging at your lips, and tried to will yourself to sleep.
it didnāt come easily. all you could think about was him. your eyes squeezed shut, brows knitting together as the ache lingered, basically impossible to ignore. you were wet beyond belief. and only after you felt slumber slowly pulling at you, you felt your boyfriend press against you.
you felt his hard cock through his pants as he slowly, subtly rocked himself against you with barely steady breaths. your heart raced, holding in the little gasp thatās threatening to spill out of you.
āi saw all the videos youāve been watching on twitter, princess,ā he whispers, rutting against you a little harder, the words hitting just as deep as the motion. āall those videos of girls getting fucked while they sleepā¦ is that what you want?ā
both your heart and your thoughts stutter at once. for a split second you think youāre dreamingābut you can feel him, and you can differentiate fantasy and reality. the truth finally settles in as his hand slides beneath your sleep shorts, drifting lower, touching you in a way that leaves no doubt at all. this is real.Ā
he hums when his fingers are immediately met with your slick arousal. āthe idea of getting fucked while youāre unconciouis gets you this wet?ā
you swallow the whimper trying to break free and let your deepest fantasy unfold. you force yourself to relax, to go pliant in the way youāve always imagined thisābut the moment rafayel circles your clit, your body betrays you, tensing on instinct.
āthis slutty pussy wants me to fuck her, doesnāt she, baby? your bodyās practically begging for meā¦ā he groans into your ear, grinding deeper into you. āit would be so bad for me to fuck you while you sleep, though. iād be such a bad boyfriendā¦ā
you want to scream when he slows down. when he starts to retract his hand like itās some bad idea.Ā
āi shouldnāt touch you while youāre trying to sleep.ā he murmurs, a hint of amusement threading through his words.Ā
his hand nearly slips away from your shorts when a frayed plea falls from your lips. āplease,ā you whimperāand thatās really all the confirmation rafayel needs. he flips you onto your stomach and presses over you like a man starved.
your shorts are barely tugged down and his sweats are pushed just low enough for him to free himself. his hot, thick cock slaps against your bare skin and the contact makes you squeak. he pushes into you, filling you in one deep motion. gasps and moans spill from both of you in tandem, but he doesnāt give either of you time to settle. his hands grip your ass, fingers digging in as your flesh spills through the gaps all while he drives into you relentlessly.
āi knew you were pretending to sleep,ā he grunts and itās barely loud enough to be heard over the sounds of his skin slapping against yours.
youāre breathless when you manage to answer. āh-how?ā the question breaks on a whine as his cock drives deeper with every hard thrust.
āi could hear how fast your heart was beating,ā he chuckles darkly, never slowing, his pace mean. ruthless. āthe way your breathing changed the second you felt me behind you.ā his grip tightens as he leans in. āyou were just waiting for me to take your clothes off and fuck you, werenāt you?ā
you whimper, utterly exposed. āyesā¦ā
ānaughty, naughty girl.ā he laughs. āshouldāve told me you wanted to get fucked while you slept.ā
you moan, clamping tightly around him and taking the painful stretch in stride. your back arches for more. like your body needs his cock or youāll die. the knot in your stomach has been winding tighter all night, waiting for this exact moment, and youāre already embarrassingly close.
āno need to hold back,ā he whispers. āsoak my fucking cock like the slut you are.ā
his sharp words tear a mewl from you, your walls clenching around his cock so tight it steals the breath from his lungs. you break as he drives into you without mercy. you fall apart around him with a beg, āplease, please, pleaseāā the word dissolving into a wrecked sob that fills the room.
āgood girl,ā he breathes. ānow go back to sleep and let me have my fun, yeah?ā
įÆ ę²ęå ā¢ XAVIER Ėįƽ ŻĖ ā dom!bf lets you edge him and begs you to cum #edging
tara is your best friend in the entire world. the kind of best friend who knows every corner of your life, including the private parts you donāt share with anyone else. especially when it comes to you and xavier.
at first, her curiosity overwhelmed you. her questions were invasive, relentless, sometimes overly embarrassing. but over time, you got used to it. more than thatāyou started to look forward to it. your weekly dates where you can rant about work at the association and the gory details of your relationship with xavier.Ā
telling tara everything became its own kind of thrill. the late night giggles when sheād come over, the hushed voices so he couldnāt hear anything while he lived in the apartment above you, the way sheād squeal or gasp at every insane detail. it felt good to have someone who wanted to hear it all.
youād even told her about wanting to try something new with himāsomething you were pretty sure heād never agree to. you wanted xavier to be the one begging you for once. he was always so dominant in bed that the idea of flipping the scriptā¦ of him giving in and taking everything you had to offer, felt almost absurdā¦ which was exactly why you couldnāt stop thinking about it.
you remember when you saw the video of your ideal fantasy on twitter. a video of a guy being dominated by a girl. she made him beg for permission while she rode him and all you could think about was him. how cute heād be with his blushy cheeks and the yearning look in his eyes. how pretty heād sound whimpering out pleas and begs to cum inside of you. it shook you to your core. you saved the video to your bookmarks immediately and came back to it from time to time just to fantasize.Ā
the night after you told tara about said fantasy, you decided to send her a visual, just so she knew exactly what you wanted. itās not like you wanted to tie him up, you just wanted to watch him break underneath you.Ā
@/starringmc: this is exactly what i want to do to xavier!!!Ā
you hadnāt heard anything from tara for a while. you half expected her to open your dm immediately. sheās basically chronically online whenever sheās not on a mission or training, but there was nothing.Ā
a knock at your door pulls you from your scrolling, brows knitting as you get up to answer it. when you swing the door open, your breath catches. xavier stands there, cheeks flushed, posture oddly sheepish.
āxavier? come in.ā you step aside automatically, shutting the door behind him before turning back, confusion etched across your face. āwhat are you doing here? did we have plans?ā worry slips into your voice.
he doesnāt answer right away. instead, he lifts his phone and turns the screen toward youāthe twitter dm meant for tara, unmistakable.
your throat runs dry. heat rushes through you, mortification blooming in your chest, your face, the tips of your ears.
āi-i canā¦ā you start, words tangling as his gaze pins you in place. āi can explain?ā
he cocks his head to the side and asks. āso you donāt want to do this to me?ā
āno! i meanāy-yes, but iā¦ i just didnāt meanā¦ i didnāt mean to send that to you.ā you splutter. āthis is not how i envisioned telling you that i wanted to try something like this. iām sorry.ā
āletās do it.ā he says, tossing his phone on your couch. āletās recreate itāi want to.ā
ā
xavier sensed you were nervous. it took you a minute to fully get into itāthe headspace, the dominance, but you eventually got there and he believes itās the sexiest youāve ever been.Ā
you sat on his cock, slowly grinding against him like you were trying to tease him. your hands gripped at his pecs, palming and squeezing them in a way that made him breathless.Ā
it was a struggleā¦ to let his guard down, to let you dominate him. his hands were on your hips and he urged you to move faster. he wanted you to bounce on his cock till he came, but you said no.Ā
ābeg for it.ā you whisper. āi wonāt move the way you want me to unless you beg.āĀ
he whimpers, the beg slipping past his lips all mumbly and cuteājust the way you imagined they would. āplease. please, go faster. i want you to go faster.ā
you hum, delighted, your walls hugging him nice and tight as his words shoot straight to your core. you kindly oblige, lifting your hips and dropping them to which xavier lets out a blissed out moan. his brows knit in the utmost pleasure and his eyes flutter close.Ā
his hands slide up to your waist, gripping you tight and holding you in place while his cock rams in and out of you. you let out little squeaks with every thrust and it only makes his cock throb intensely, loud whimpers following your sounds in suit.
he tries to hold back. to not get so close, but he canāt help it. you look so pretty riding him with your tits bouncing in his face and your pussy tightening around him like a vice. it makes him twitch frantically.Ā
and you can feel it. the way he jerks and shakesāyou know heās close. you find it oddly endearingā¦how heās been reduced to this, but you bite back the smile and school your features into something firm instead. ādonāt cum,ā you warn quietly. āyou canāt cumā¦ not yet.ā
his hands still you, keeping you grounded and speared on his length as he begs for permission. āfuck, pleaseāplease let me cum.ā he pleads, voice broken.Ā
āno, not yet.ā and the sound it pulls from him makes your chest acheāthe choked, desperate sob torn from his throat at the denial, raw enough to make your heart constrict. ākeep fucking me, xavie.ā
he shakes his head incessantly, āi c-canāt, babyāfuck, iāllāiāll cum!ā
āyou can hold it.ā you say, breathlessly, resuming your wicked motions. ābe good ān fuck me faster.āĀ
he clenches his teeth, pounding into you just the way you want. his hips snap against you with vigor while his cock helplessly throbs. he wants nothing more than to press deep inside and spill his load into you.Ā
āi wanna cum, please, please, please. baby, pleaseāiāll do anything.ā
you canāt resist himā¦ his pretty face, his sweet voice. you offer a saccharine smile, lean in so your lips ghost over his and whisper. ācum inside of me, xavie.āĀ
a loud, relieved groan slips out of him, his hands grip on you bruising as he pounds into you before he stills. his tip kisses your cervix before heās pouring his hot, long awaited release into your cunt.Ā
he crashes his mouth against yours, allowing you to swallow his moans as his arms wrap tight around you. he pulls you flush to his chest before he rolls you beneath him, hard cock still pressed inside of you. you squeal into the kiss, breathless and startled as the world tilts.
when he finally pulls back, youāre both breathless, foreheads pressed against one another. you catch the darkness in his eyes, the heat flushing his cheeks, the way restraint is barely holding.
ācan i make you beg now?ā he whispers, voice low. then, softerā¦ much more vulnerable, āplease?ā
sure. sure i do. fine. if it makes you happy to live in the world of your malicious interpretation of my words. if that brings you peace and clarity. project false hate upon my joyous words if that gives you calm.
ąØą§ ā You've been pushing Caleb's buttons all night.
It started at the formal dinner party- a champagne flute held with too casual fingers, your dress cut dangerously low, your laugh a little too loud when a gentleman leaned in to whisper something in your ear. You'd caught Caleb's eye across the crowded ballroom and smirked, watching his jaw tighten beneath that perfectly composed Colonel's mask.
Then came the deliberate brush of your hand against another man's arm. The way you let some junior officer fetch you drinks. The exaggerated flutter of your lashes at anyone who wasn't Caleb.
By the time you're alone in his apartment, Caleb's patience has worn tissue thin.
"You think that was funny? Cute even?" His voice is ice as he closes the distance between you, still in his dress uniform, medals glinting in the low light, "Making me watch you flirt with half my fleet?"
You tip your chin up defiantly, heart already racing, "I don't know what you're talking about, Colonel. I was just being friendly."
His eyes darken dangerously...
"Friendly." He reaches up, fingers closing around the delicate chain at his throat- the necklace you gave him, the one he never takes off, "Is that what you want to call it?"
"Mhmm." You're playing with fire and you know it, "maybe if you had paid more attention to me instead of-"
You don't get to finish that sentence.
Caleb moves faster than you can track, spinning you around and bending you over the arm of his leather couch. Your dress rides up, exposing the curve of your ass, and his hand pins both your wrists to the small of your back with effortless strength.
"When the Farspace Fleet's Colonel is present," he says, voice dropping to that low dangerous register that makes your cunt clench, "you're not allowed to be disrespectful."
"Make me respect you, then." The words tumble out before you can stop them, bratty and breathless.
Oh, she wants to play? Fine. Let's play.
You hear the soft clink of metal, and then something cool and familiar wraps around your wrists- the chain of his necklace, looped tight enough to bite into your skin without cutting off circulation. He winds it expertly, the pendant pressing against your pulse point like a brand.
"There." His hand grips the makeshift binding, using it to arch your back further, "Now let's see how much of that fight you have left when I'm done with you." His other hand traces the seam of your panties, a feather light touch that makes you squirm.
"C-Caleb-"
"Colonel." he corrects sharply, and his palm cracks against your ass hard enough to make you yelp, "You wanted to play the disrespectful little brat all night? Then you'll address me properly while I remind you who you belong to."
The second slap lands on your other cheek, and you're already ruining your red laced panties- sticky wet fabric clinging to your swollen folds, the crotch of your panties a soppy mess.
"I'm -ah- I'm sorry-"
"No you're not." He yanks your thin underwear down, and they stick, peeling away from your soaked cunt with a beautiful squelch. Strings of your arousal stretch between fabric and flesh before snapping, dripping onto the leather beneath you, ""You wanted me to get jealousā¦ to get rough. You wanted this." His knee wedges between your thighs, forcing your legs wider.
As his fingers drag through your folds they gathering the obscene amount of slick pooling there, and you hear his dark laugh when he feels how drenched you are, "look at this mess. You're practically drooling for me."
He's not wrong. Your pussy is making wet, embarrassing sounds just from him touching you- fingers sliding through your syrupy mess like you've already been fucked open and filled.
"Please-"
"Please what?"
"Please, Colonel-"
"Better." He rewards you with two fingers sinking into your aching pussy, and the sound is filthy- a sloppy squelch as your greedy cunt swallows him to the knuckle. He curls them against that spot that makes your knees tremble, and more slick gushes around his digits, dripping down his wrist. "But you don't get to cum until I say so. Understood?"
You nod frantically, words failing you as he starts to fuck you with his fingers- slow, deliberate strokes that make your pussy squirt around him with every thrust. his other hand keeps your bound wrists pinned to your back, the chain of his necklace cutting into your skin with every squirm.
"You know what the worst part is?" He leans down, lips brushing your ear while his fingers continue their maddening rhythm, "I can't even be mad at you. Because I know why you did it."
"Nnngh- why-"
"Because you needed this." A third finger joins the first two, stretching your sloppy hole open with a lewd glrch, and you keen into the leather cushion. Your cunt is making sounds like it's sucking on his fingers, hungry and desperate for him. "Needed me to put you in your place. Needed me to remind you that no matter how many men you bat your eyes at, the only cock that gets to split this pretty pussy open is mine."
He withdraws his fingers abruptly -your hole gapes for a moment, clenching on nothing, more slick dribbling out- and you hear the rustle of fabric as he frees himself from his dress pants.
The blunt head of his cock nudges against your entrance, immediately coated in your mess, slipping through your folds and bumping your clit before finding your hole again. You try to push back onto him, but his grip on the necklace binding tightens, holding you still.
"Beg for it."
"Please-"
"Full sentence. Beg your Colonel to fuck you."
Your face burns with humiliation, drool leaking from the corner of your mouth onto the leather, but your cunt is aching and dripping and you'd say anything right now to feel him inside you.
"Please, Colonel- pleasepleaseplease fuck me- m'need your cock- m'sorry I was a brat, I'm sososo sorry, -hah- just please-"
He slams into you in one smooth, brutal stroke.
Your vision whites out. The stretch -god, the stretch- makes your thighs shake, your soaked walls yielding to him with obscene ease. He's so deep it feels like he's in your stomach, and when he starts to move, each thrust punches air from your lungs in choked little gasps.
He doesn't give you time to adjust -Caleb never does when you've been acting up- just starts pounding into you with punishing force, using the necklace as a leash to yank you back onto his cock with every thrust.
The apartment fills with the sounds of his hips smacking against your ass hard enough to bruise while your sopping cunt squelches around his thick cock. You're so wet that frothy cream is forming at the base of his shaft, white and filthy, splattering with every thrust.
"Caleb- m'close- please- can I-"
"No." He angles his hips, hitting that squishy deep spot that makes you squirt helplessly around him, "You lost the right to decide when you cum when you decided to be a little tease all night."
Your eyes are rolling back, drool pooling under your cheek, body gone limp except for where he's holding you. The pleasure is overwhelming- each drag of his veiny cock against your slick walls sends tremors through you, and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge without permission to fall.
"Look at you," he growls, "Bent over my couch, tied up with my necklace, taking this cock like you were made for it. You're not sorry for teasing me at all, are you?"
You try to shake your head, but it's useless- you're just a ragdoll in his grip, a messy, whimpering thing getting fucked stupid.
"Answer me." His fingers leave the silver chain wrapped around your wrists to fist in your hair, wrenching your head back as he fucks into you with renewed intensity making you cry out- his cock is somehow even deeper now
"N-ngh- no," you sob, "m'not sorry- fuck- gonna do it again- love when you get like this-" FUCK, you can feel his cock churning up your insides- feel the thick head dragging against your g-spot, feel the ridge of him massaging your walls.
"Then I'll make you regret it." He releases your hair to deliver a series of sharp slaps to your ass- alternating cheeks until you're glowing red and sensitive, every spank making your pussy clench around him.
He yanks the chain again, pulling you up so your back is flush against his chest. The new position has him hitting somewhere impossibly deep, and you cry out as he mouths at your neck, teeth scraping over your pulse point. "This throat." He squeezes lightly. "These perfect tits." His free hand pinches a nipple through your dress. "This ass." Another slap. "And especially this messy little pussy that only gets wet for me... All of it belongs to me."
"Caleb- please- m'gonna-"
"You're gonna cum for me now," Caleb orders, "and when you do, you're gonna remember who you belong to."
His fingers reach around to work your swollen bud while his cock hammers you from the inside. You're sobbing, drooling, barely coherent- a fucked out mess of tears and spit and sweat-
"Cum. Now."
The command breaks something in you. Your whole body seizes- back arching, mouth dropping open in a silent scream as your cunt clamps down hard on his cock and you gush. Not just dripping- fucking spraying, a hot jet of slick that splatters everywhere, soaking through his uniform, running down his thighs in rivulets. Your pussy is convulsing around him, sucking at his shaft like it's trying to pull him deeper, and the sounds coming out of you aren't even words anymore- just broken, wet, animal noises.
"That's it-" Caleb's voice cracks, hips snapping erratically one final time before he grinds, pelvis crushing against your ass, and you feel his cock jump inside you as he unloads. Thick ropes of cum flooding your spasming cunt, so fucking much of it that it has nowhere to go- spurting out around his cock in filthy white globs with each pulse, splattering your thighs, dripping onto the ruined leather and floor beneath you.
He keeps you pinned there, cock twitching through the aftershocks while your pussy flutters weakly around him, still trying to milk every drop.
When he finally pulls out his softening cock drags through the mess, followed by a thick rush of cum and slick that oozes from your wrecked hole in a steady stream. He watches, transfixed, as your pussy clenches on nothing- gaping, twitching, leaking his load.
"Look at that," he breathes, thumbing at your puffy rim and making you whimper...
You can't respond. Can barely think. Just lay there trembling while he carefully unwraps the chain from your wrists, bringing your hands to his lips to kiss the red marks.
"Next time you want my attention," he murmurs against your skin, all traces of sternness melting into something tender, "just ask."
You manage to look at him with a fucked-stupid smile, drool still wet on your chin, "Where's the fun in that, Colonel?"
And there it is- that laugh. Not the Colonel's dark chuckle, but Caleb's laugh. Bright and surprised and genuine, crinkling the corners of his eyes, "Brat."
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