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[heartyluv]

contains: dry humping & some domesticity. that's it that's all ^.^ wc: 1.9K (idk how i did that) i did proofread, but yk... ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜

so easy to fall in love ♡

“saturday? yeah, i got it. well, tell auntie that we’ll try our best to be there, but i can’t make any promises.”

your eyebrows furrow and your lips morph into a curious pout as you zone in on the tail end of your boyfriend’s phone call. the movie you had been streaming immediately became unimportant with the brief mention of his family claiming your full attention instead.

likely referring to another impromptu get-together that they’re clearly asking for you both to attend, you were itching to learn the details of it over the plot of a film you admittedly had little interest in before you even pressed play. the fact that the volume hadn’t made it past ten should’ve been enough to emphasize its insignificance.

“doesn’t matter to me, but i’ll ask her and see what she thinks.” valko exhales with a hum of approval in acknowledgment to whatever else his cousin was relaying, leaning back and tilting his head so that his temple can rest comfortably against your knee. with the warmth of him against you and the soft caress of his fingers along and around your ankle, little moments like these made you cherish having a man so mindlessly affectionate.

to call your boyfriend clingy was an understatement, but it was something about him that you’d never trade for anything in the world. the moment you welcomed him into your life with open arms and kissed him sweetly when he confidently asked you with the silliest smile to be his girl forever, you knew what kind of relationship it was bound to be.

to this day, it didn’t matter if he had important phone calls, intricate things to study up on, or confidential documents to overlook and analyze. one thing for certain was that he would always do any and all of it wherever you were if he could.

ten minutes go by before he’s finally sitting up and removing the earbuds from his ears and the whole headset from around his neck. whatever work he had been click-clacking away at for the last two hours after taking a shower and having dinner was disregarded when he shuts the screen of his laptop and turned to look up at you holding the cute wolf plushie he’d won for you a couple months back.

“everything okay?” you ask him softly as he faces you completely, reaching out to gently rake your fingernails through the soft and now fully dried hair right behind his ear.

getting to watch that handsome face of his fall completely relaxed and content was truly a sacred experience. his immediate submission is something you frequently tease him for when compared to his cocky demeanor, but you both knew you’d never hear the end of it should you stop for any reason.

“yeah, it’s all good. random brunch for the third time this month over the weekend. you up for it? by all means, say no if you prefer to just chill with the love of your life or whatever.”

“you and your family are just too cute. once again, i’m reminded where you get all that audacity from.”

valko grins at the giggle you can’t contain, continuing to explore the softness of your skin as you both doted on the other silently. settling between your legs while he sits on the floor was on the top of his list of his preferred kind of intimacy. “but you know i’m down if you are. i go where you go. i mean duhhh, that’s how we always move. like a pack, right?”

he leans deeper into your touch, eyes nearly falling shut completely from the euphoria he gets out of the way you love on him with one of the things he classifies as a guilty pleasure. truthfully, he wasn’t secretive about such an obsession at all, but what was known didn’t always need to be said out loud. unless used against him, of course.

“didn’t even give you any info on it yet and you’re already so eager to follow me like a good little pup, huh?”

“oh, i’m the eager one?” the protest ready to fall from his lips is first expressed in the pinch of his brows when your hand slips away from the stimulation being given to one of his favorite spots. his expressions had the tendency to give away any thoughts before he could say a word. it’s why he always says you read him better than any book he’s ever laid his eyes on.

“what the fuc—”

“watch it,” you warn playfully. whatever was to be said is swallowed down when the pads of your fingertips begin tracing the defined outline of his jawline before resting on the underside of his chin. “so quick to start with me. aren’t you supposed to be my good boy?”

valko takes your lighthearted taunting as a challenge, grasping you by the wrist and bringing it up to his nose to inhale your addictive scent and the faint aroma of your perfume.

“aren’t i always?”

“you have your moments. i’ve gotta say though, obedience looks super sexy on you.”

“hm. i bet it does.” his grin brings out the subtle dimples in his cheeks. “is it my turn to make a move now?”

he’s pulling you off the couch and on top of him before you’re capable of offering a response to his vague request. the two of you are caught in a laughing fit all the way down until his back hits the plush rug and you’re settled in his lap.

the chuckles are interrupted when you feel his not-so-little friend prodding at you for some kind of attention.

“oh, you perv.”

“perv? that’s not a nice thing to say to the man of your dreams, now is it?” he’s slipping his hands beneath your shorts as his palms slide up the outside of your thighs. “i just consider this instinctual. others would say natural. can’t blame me for what i can’t control.”

the heaviness of his hardening cock pressing into you from below had a steadily increasing heartbeat thumping in your panties. from the soft look he sports with his glasses, the oversized red sweater you got him last christmas, and the dark gray sweats doing nothing to conceal what you were quickly becoming unashamedly desperate for, no way were you getting off of him without some kind of relief.

valko watches you closely as you raise said sweater to sit below his chin, revealing the big, strong, and sculpted body that you’ve fallen helplessly head over heels for. he was hard where you were soft, and it was opposites like that that made you fit so well.

“would you look at that. and i’m the one being labeled a pervert. baby, i think we’re mixing things up.”

“can’t i admire my boyfriend? isn’t this natural?”

it’s almost like his eyes shine when you use his own words against him.

“‘course you can. in fact, you better. but…” he sniffs up at the air four times, a smug grin taking over his lips. “i’m sensing that admiration isn’t the only thing you’ve got planned in that big head of head of yours.”

“fuck off,” you laugh, pinching his nose. “and don’t act so tough.”

with one slow upward motion of your hips, the thickness pulsing against you seems to swell even bigger than before. his teeth tuck his bottom lip into his mouth from the sensation and his hold on your hips deepens, nails biting deliciously at your flesh. “admiration isn’t enough for you anyways.”

your lips fall to his quickly, tongues battling for a dominance you know he’d fight tooth and nail to be the one to conquer. but he throughly enjoys a biting prey and it’s why he loves you.

his hands are sliding out the fabric of your sleepwear to find purchase on other parts of your body the more heated your sensual exchange becomes. as he licks at the roof of your mouth and tries his hardest to devour you whole, you’re embraced by his large hands grabbing at you like the greedy beast he’s proud to be.

it’s when he makes his way back to your hips that you both know this wouldn’t last long. and when he starts to frantically guide you to grind against him faster, holding you down to feel him through the few layers of clothes that’s causing separation, instinctively you knew that it was in your best interest to prepare yourself for the more he was going to give soon after this.

“you’re not… hah—wearing underwear…” you breathe against his mouth glistening with your shared saliva. you’re quick to take off his glasses from the growing frustration of them getting in your way of being closer, discarding them towards the plush cushions with fingers crossed for a safe landing.

“aren’t you smart.” the teasing inflection in his tone and the deepness of his voice has your cunt throbbing to the point of growing uncomfortable.

your clit continues to ache the more you move with him, nipples grazing underneath your top and begging to be sucked into his mouth.

“sit up,” he says breathlessly with another sloppy kiss to your partially swollen lips.

he keeps you moving on his cock as you rise, lustful gaze focused on the way your shorts ride up your thighs and cling to your pussy from how taut he’s got them pulled to increase the friction. the outline of his dick moving against it back and forth, trying its best to nestle in between—the visual alone has him bucking up and trying to make that a reality.

valko’s hands slide up the sides of your torso and his thumbs delicately play with your peaked nipples beneath your t-shirt.

“val,” you whine, resting your hand on his chest to keep you steady as you try your hardest to not lose your shit from the sensitivity taking over everywhere. “w-want it inside. want it so bad…”

“you open that pretty mouth for everything else.” he flicks them this time to make you tense and for tears to damn near overfill both your waterlines. “should’ve just said how much you wanted to be fucked way sooner, pup. saves us so much time.”

but you can’t wait for that now, not when you’re so close. the lone idea of stopping was aggravating enough.

your head falls back from the insatiable manner in which you chase your high, using his body to the highest degree to help get you there.

“you smell so sweet,” he coos through a husky moan. “mm. you’ll let me taste it later? it’s not good to be stingy.”

“right t-there,” you mewl, pressing your lips together before your vision practically blurs and and has you seeing dots. your orgasm is cataclysmic, and valko keeps your momentum going despite the clear overstimulation you’re experiencing. hearing you sing for him like this and watching you fall apart was worth your little hits of retaliation later.

he’s not far behind you either, thick spurts of sticky cum making a complete mess in his pants soon after you cave and quickly seeps through the material to add to the wet spot in between your legs.

both of you sit breathless with the sound of your forgotten movie still playing and being the only thing to fill the silence.

“you can taste it if i can taste you, too.”

“a deal?” he raises an eyebrow as if he’s open to negations. “other than the obvious, what’s really in it for me?”

of course he never misses an opportunity to play coy.

“keep making me feel good…” your thumb swipes along his bottom lip. “and maybe you’ll find out. or are you too scared?”

you sure were bold to offer up another challenge like this. and he could show you better than he could promise that this time, he wouldn’t go easy.

a/n: ofc i haaaddd to write about that picture. i’m so obsessed with it. like i was genuinely imagining this…. i almost felt it—AND, i know we can’t really tell if he’s ooc or not but if you think he’s ooc… DON’T TELL ME!!!!!!! valko baby, you’re ALIVE over here. they can’t take you from me. i hope you enjoyed, my cuties. MWAH MWAH!!!

creds to @/pepsipoet for the scalloped dividers!!

[luvyizhou]

18+ mdni | nsfw creator xav pt 2!!! ty guys for ur feedback hehe ily

CW. X link (vid of a shirtless guy), m+f masturbation, mentions of breeding/making you a housewife, sexting, nudes, mutual masturbation, oral (f), fingering, squirting, missionary, rough sex, restraints? (he holds you by the wrists w one hand), whimpering, creampie, cum eating, overstimulation

pt 1!!!

ever since finding out your neighbour was secretly xoxolumiere, life had become a living nightmare. not because he was weird or creepy—quite the opposite, actually.

the problem was that now you couldn’t look at him without remembering exactly what his voice sounded like moaning into a microphone. and once you’d become painfully aware of your neighbour’s existence, he started showing up absolutely everywhere.

your last mailbox rendezvous was a rare occurrence, but now he was there every time you went to check the mail, greeting you with that stupidly cute eye smile and a faint blush that seemed to ask are we okay?

it wasn’t just the apartment complex, either—you started seeing him in other places too. you’d be at the grocery store, pushing your cart toward the snack aisle only to find him standing in front of the crackers, brows furrowed in deep concentration like he was making a life altering decision.

even that would’ve been bearable if not for his complete and utter lack of shame about the whole situation. maybe he still didn’t know you spent far too many nights with his voice in your headphones, or that you had post notifs turned on for his account—but surely he knew something.

what other reason could there possibly be for you to shove his mail against his chest and sprint for the elevator like your life depended on it?

after another week of expertly timing your trips downstairs to avoid him, you decided enough was enough. you were an adult, and this whole thing was ridiculous.

you were developing the world’s most embarrassing parasocial crush on a man who also happened to live two floors above you. the obvious solution was to stop feeding into it.

no more listening to his audios before bed, no more checking twitter every few hours, and definitely no more wondering if the footsteps in the hallway belonged to him.

this was healthy, this was normal—this was what emotionally stable people did…but god, you were gonna miss his voice.

with the determination of someone getting rid of evidence before the police arrived, you opened twitter, thumb hovering over the follow button.

“it’s for the best,” you muttered just before tapping it, staring at the screen for a moment before nodding to yourself. #growth. you really were gods strongest soldier.

in an attempt to commemorate your act of strength, you rewarded yourself with overpriced takeout. the universe on the other hand, rewarded you by making xavier step into the elevator just as the doors were closing.

“hi, starlight.”

a beat of silence passed as your ears began to burn.

“heyyyy…” you said a beat too long, somehow making the air ten times more awkward.

he glanced at the takeout bag in your hands before looking back at you.

“i love that place” he spoke, breaking the silence again. you huffed a polite laugh before shuffling your feet, wondering why this trip was taking so fucking long. “so um, i’ve been wanting to say thanks for bringing my mail by.”

your stomach dropped.

“oh, y-you don’t have to.”

“i do”. his voice was quieter than usual, almost hesitant. “i’m sorry if i did anything to make you feel uncomfortable.”

you blinked. “…what?”

“the other day…jus’ feel like i’ve been seeing you even less…not that i stalk you or anything. imagine, haha.”

he rubbed the back of his neck, shaking his head as if to rewind the moment. there was something oddly vulnerable about him standing there, cheeks faintly pink, avoiding your eyes. guilt washed over you as you watched the shy man avert his gaze. against better judgment, you sighed.

“it’s not your fault, what you do online is your business. i guess i was just kinda caught off guard.”

he looked up, brows knit together.

“you know what i do online?”

oh. he didn’t say anything about that, did he?

“i mean—”

“how would you know what i do online, starlight?”

the elevator suddenly felt about three sizes too small as his stare intensified. “um…google?”

“…you follow me.”

“i don’t even use twitter” the words fell from your lips before you could stop them. you squeezed your eyes shut. “please forget i said that.”

the silence stretched just long enough for you to consider jumping down the elevator shaft. then, he laughed. not loudly—just a soft, surprised laugh, like he genuinely couldn’t help it. when you finally looked at him, he was smiling fondly.

“that explains a lot.”

you quirked an eyebrow, wondering if he somehow also knew your accounts name.

“the mail? and running away? you looked terrified.”

you blushed, rolling your eyes at his amused tone. “because i was!”

he bit the inside of his cheek, clearly trying and failing not to smile wider.

“i’m sorry.”

“you’re literally laughing while saying that.”

“yeah…i am.” he chuckled again, the air much lighter than it was previously.

“you’re enjoying this.”

“maybe a little.”

you groaned so dramatically the elderly woman waiting for the elevator gave you a concerned look once the doors opened. you brushed past xavier without another word, smiling in his direction once more before the elevator shut.

“goodnight, starlight.”

you didn’t answer, mostly because if you did he’d hear the embarrassing little squeak that threatened to come out.

—

three days.

you made it three whole days without checking his account. honestly, that had to be some sort of record.

unfortunately, on the fourth day curiosity won. you told yourself it was just to see if he’d posted anything and that you absolutely were not relapsing.

the first thing you saw was a video of xavier unzipping his hoodie just enough to reveal the shirtless torso underneath before letting it fall open completely.

you replayed the clip several times, noticing sweat droplets running down the sharp lines of his toned abdomen. your thighs squeezed together as you imagined running your nails down his muscles, watching how they’d flex and tense as he writhed beneath you. so caught up in your thoughts, you failed to stop the video from autoplaying to his next post, a new audio with the caption reading:

hot neighbour finally makes a move (praise, teasing, breeding)

your heart stopped. there was absolutely no way that was about you, right?

desperately searching for your earphones, you hastily shoved them into your ears and lied back to immerse yourself in the audio.

“starlight..” he whined in that needy voice you grew to love so much, “god, i’ve wanted this so bad, y’know that?”

you cheeks reddened as slick sounds joined the audio. “s-so fuckin’ tight…been thinking about this since you moved in. would see your pretty smiles and immediately get hard”

your breathing picked up as your eyes fluttered shut, the image of a breathless xavier hovering over you painted clearly in your mind.

he stuttered as the wet sounds of his hand working his slick cock moved faster. “bet ya think of me too, huh pretty? wanna know what i think about when i make these? ‘s always you…ngh, think about taking you in the elevator, pressing the emergency button and fucking you right there.”

you scrolled through the comments to avoid reaching down your pants and easing the ache that had formed, already dripping from just his words.

“baby i’m so close…please i can’t—fuck, starlight… can i please fill you up? let me put a baby in you, yeah? gonna make you such a pretty m-mommy angel, only thing ya gotta worry about is taking my loads and being a pretty lil housewife.”

his voice pitched up as he spoke, gasping for air as his words were replaced with loud grunts and moans.

the comments were filled with questions of if he was in heat or actively getting fucked—things you couldn’t help but find yourself agreeing to, wondering if his passion for this audio was caused by your accidental confession.

convinced by the too obvious title, you decided to message him from your nsfw alt.

luvxinghui: damn your neighbours lucky asf

luvxinghui: specifically the ones living in apt 670

luvxinghui: that bumped into you the other day and pretended they haven’t listened to your audios for the last 6 months

each second passed by with more regret filling you, wondering if this was sexual harassment. it wasn’t too late to just delete the account right? and you’ve been wanting to move anyway so this was a good enough—

xoxolumiere: Starlight?

xoxolumiere: Done being shy? Was worried U blocked me after that post :(

your heart raced reading the messages, quickly typing out a response before he changed his mind and thought you actually were a creep.

luvxinghui: nope unfortunately it only made me want u even more🙄

xoxolumiere: Oh yeah?

you typed and deleted several responses, thinking of how to keep the sexual tension until your phone buzzed with another message from him—a video.

heavy breathing immediately sounded from your phone as he quickly pumped his clothed cock twice, lifting his veiny hand to show his covered length twitching. a breathy curse left his lips before he chuckled, the video ending too soon for your liking. drool pooled in your mouth as you stared at the thumbnail for several minutes.

xoxolumiere: Like it? Fuck i’m already so hard

you wanted to pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming but decided against it. if you were asleep, you didn’t want this ending anytime soon.

luvxinghui: holy shit xav

xoxolumiere: U had me nervous. Thought I went 2 far.

luvxinghui: omg not at all the opposite actually like i need u inside me rn

xoxolumiere: Yeah? Ur si fuckin hot my star trll me morw?

you bit your lip, wondering if he was making the same pretty noises that had you weak or if these ones were different—special and reserved for you.

luvxinghui: why don’t u just come over so i can show you instead?

two checkmarks indicating your message was read appeared on the screen, leaving you alone as his typing bubbles disappeared. you refreshed the app several times, thinking maybe you missed a response until a sharp knock on your door shook your attention.

you threw your phone down before making your way to the door, preparing to send away whoever it was until you made eye contact with a flustered, very red xavier.

“h-hey, starlight. not sure if you really meant it but-”

you cut him off by pulling him towards you, pressing your lips on his and shutting the door behind him. your hands ran up his body before wrapping around his neck, lightly tugging at the hairs on the base of his neck while your tongue traced the seam of his lips.

his unresponsiveness had you slightly pulling away to check in until he pressed you closer, letting you feel his bulge against your abdomen. his tongue wrapped around yours before exploring the rest of your mouth, groaning into the kiss when you completely submit to him.

his length pressed against you with every little shift, a growl leaving his throat as he finally picked you up and wrapped your legs around him, carrying you to the living room couch.

“can’t believe this is fucking real” he whispered, breath fanning against your lips as he spoke. you tried pressing forward for another kiss but were stopped by him throwing you onto the soft sofa, immediately laying between your legs and resuming his previous attack on your mouth.

you arched into his touch when he trailed his lips down your neck and nipped at your collarbone, gasping as he took both your wrists in one hand and pinned them above you.

“feel that?” he questioned, pressing the outline of his cock against your clothed cunt and watching you nod furiously in his hold. “it’s all for you, my star. i’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

you swallowed anxiously and whined his name, barely getting it out before he harshly kissed you again. you felt one hand keep yours together as the other trailed down your body, teasing the waistband of your pants and laughing at the way you trembled.

“x-xav…can you um…”

he cocked his head to the side before humming inquisitively, waiting for you to continue. “can i…? what do you want? want me to finger you? lick that pretty cunt? or do you want me to choose?”

your cheeks flushed a deeper red at his lewd words, shrugging the best you could as a response to the borderline insane question. he watched you for a few more moments before letting you go, clicking his tongue and kneeling back while palming his bulge. your hands ran up his front in effort to bring him back towards you to no avail, his towering figure shaking you off with a single push backwards.

“y’know…you’ve heard me touch myself a lot. i remember seeing your account when i like first started the account.” a smug grin formed on his face when you quickly looked away in shame. “now you want me to take the lead here too? that’s not fair, is it?”

you looked up with a pout, focused on the way he bit his lip while staring down at you. “you ever touch yourself while listening?”

he watched as you nodded, hands starting to fidget with the hem of your shirt. finally, he sat back and pushed his hand below his pants, stroking himself below his sweats as he stared at you. “wanna see you do it again, in front of me this time.”

you gasped at the request, about to refuse until he laughed in such a mean way. “be a good girl and do it while i’m asking, yeah? i could make you do it if i wanted—d’you really think you’d be able to push me off?”

your heart raced at the implication, hands shaking as they undid the tie keeping your pants up. he helped you slide them all the way down before watching you spread your legs, a dark spot already forming at the centre of your underwear.

a deep groan of his spurred you on, your nervous fingers finally moving to your cunt and applying just the right amount of pressure to your clit to have you throwing your head back in bliss. the sound of him spitting into his hand drew your attention once more, immediately snapping back to him as he started to beat his cock faster in the confines of his sweats.

“sh-shove your panties to the side. let me see how wet you get for me.”

you immediately obeyed, pulling the damp cloth away to reveal your glistening heat. he swallowed at the sight, a whine leaving his throat as he watched you run a digit up your warmth and pull away, a string of slick connecting your finger to your pussy.

xavier’s breathing picked up as his hand started a familiar rhythm of stroking his length before circling the tip with his palm. sweat beaded on his temple and ran down the length of his neck as his hips began to buck up to meet his thrusts. “xav…” you whined, circling your clit quicker as you watched his ministrations. his eyebrows furrowed in desperation at the pitchy tone you used to say his name, finally throwing him over the edge as he let out whimpers of your name.

you watched a damp spot form on his pants, his hand slowing down but never stopping as he continued to work himself to the point of overstimulation.

his chest heaved as he tried to calm himself, still pumping his length to semi hardness before finally looking at you once more. “fuck i’m so sorry, jus’ got so excited baby but we can still—“

you giggled at the post nut clarity, watching as he pulled his cum covered hand from his sweats and moved back towards you. “oh it’s funny huh? you think it’s funny how easy i am for you?”

you nodded before bringing his hand to your lips, licking the remainder of his seed from his fingers before responding. “mmm yup. pretty funny in my books”

he watched with bated breath before pushing you back down, kissing your lips and groaning at the taste of himself before pecking lower, moving between your thighs and looking up at you. “let’s see how funny it is when you’re cumming on my tongue in a couple minutes”

not giving you a chance to response, he licked from your entrance to your clit, wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves and applying a light pressure as he started to suck on it. your hands immediately buried in his platinum hair, tugging with every flick of his tongue against your sensitive nub.

he moaned against you while trying to makeout with your cunt, letting his tongue dip into your hole before running over the rest of your pussy once more. “xav, fuck…please” you whined, bucking your hips against his mouth and simultaneously pushing his head deeper into you.

“taste so fucking good…cum on my face baby please, i need to feel it” he mumbled into your heat, muffled by your desperate movements against his mouth. your cries increased in volume as he focused on the spot that had you crying, one hand moving to insert two fingers into your entrance. the sudden intrusion pushed you to the edge, climaxing on his face and squirting as he continued to scissor his fingers deep inside of you.

you shook below him as he continued to finger fuck you, completely entranced by the way you sprayed your fluid on him. once he was sure you couldn’t take anymore and were crying for him, he finally relented, moving to his previous position hovering over you.

“was that good?”

you tried to catch your breathing while glaring at him, staring incredulously at the ridiculous question. he laughed before leaning down and kissing you passionately, stealing any breath you managed to regain. “can i? please, starlight…”

you watched him pull his hard cock from his pants, pumping it and watching him spread the precum beading at the tip along the rest of his length. you nodded and watched as he reached into his pocket for protection, shaking while trying to rip the packet open only for you to knock it out of his hands. “want it raw” you whined, relishing in the groan he let out before pushing his pants lower and kicking them off.

he rubbed his cock against your folds before finally pushing into you, girthy tip already enough to have you wincing in pain. “want me to stop?”

you quickly shook your head and heard him chuckle at the enthusiasm, pressing into you once more and falling to his elbows as he bottomed out.

the both of you moaned at the feeling, every vein of his long cock being massaged by your sensitive walls with each second that passed by.

“a-angel…cmon need you to relax for me”

his whines spurred you on, causing you to tighten around him even more. he pressed a kiss against your lips in efforts of distracting himself but only moved to a position that had him even deeper inside of you.

“fuck, baby i’m sorry, jus’ kick me if it’s too much” he spoke, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before withdrawing himself from you almost completely and shoving all the way back in, the tears springing from your eyes encouraging him to set a rapid pace.

“xav its so big” you cried, nails scratching down his back as he completely engulfed all your senses.

he pressed down on your lower abdomen, watching you gasp in surprise as he knelt back to fuck himself even deeper into you. “you’re taking it so fucking good, starlight. so warm for me”

each squeeze of your walls has him edging closer to release, trying desperately to stave it off by fisting his hand into the leather of your couch. the sound of his hips slapping against the backs of your thighs filled the room, each movement filling you with pleasure. your eyes trailed his body as he continued to fuck you, the flush from his face going all the way down his chest. beads of sweat ran between the muscles you were staring at on a screen just hours ago, every inhale he took accentuating the lines of his toned figure.

he set one leg on the ground to stabilize himself as he fucked you harder, hitting the spot that had you rapidly approaching your high. one hand grasped your tit harshly, slapping it before tweaking a nipple with all his strength. the rough movements finally pushed you over the edge, your sudden orgasm making him grip you tight enough to bruise.

he fucked you through your high, watching your body convulse below him with pleasure as he pushed your legs up and used the new position to thrust even harsher into you.

“tight little cunts gonna take it all right? lgonna fill you up and get you nice and round with my babies-shit-you like that huh? pretty girl wants to make me a daddy right? gonna get these tits nice and full with m-milk ohimcummingfucktakeitsogoodforme—“

his thrusts turned erratic before sloppily moving against your hips as he filled you up, spurt after spurt shooting into your womb while he muttered how good you’d look full of him. he laid above you for several minutes, trying to control his breathing before finally coming back up, pressing a gentle kiss to your mouth and moving down to watch you push his cum out of your entrance.

without another word he began to lick your heat, swallowing every drop of your shared cum with greedy moans. you rubbed your pussy against his face as he sucked every drop of his seed from you, only stopping when he was sure you were completely empty.

“wanna go again?”

© all work belongs to @luvyizhou on tumblr, 2026. do NOT use, repost, or feed any of my work into AI or other websites.

[luvyizhou]

18+ mdni | caleb’s mean but in the best way

CW. daddy kink, piv

i think caleb’s a sadist but not in the traditional way of inflicting physical pain—instead he likes embarrassing you. after years together he knows the little things that makes your palms clammy and heart race.

he notices every single reaction you have, like the gasps you let out when he comes up behind you to help grab a dish from a top shelf. its not just his length pressing into the curve of your ass that has you nervous, but also the fact his 6’2 frame engulfs you. you’re completely vulnerable around him, he can do and say anything and you’d have to take it—what other choice did you have?

there’s no running from the colonel.

right now was no different. caleb had you squished underneath him, your back rubbing against his chest every time he harshly thrusted into you. the wet sound of his skin slapping yours sounded through the room, lewd noises making you whine every time he bottomed out inside you.

he licked up the length of your neck, chuckling at the way your walls tightly squeezed around his length.

“f-feels…ngh really good” you moaned, earning a particularly hard slam of his pelvis against your ass, his cock bruising your cervix with every thrust.

“oh yeah? does it f-feel so good, baby?” he mocked, voice pitching up in tone when he mimicked your voice. you nodded furiously as he continued to fuck his cock past the tight muscles of your cunt. “cmon, tell me again. ya gonna cum for me? gonna cum on daddy’s big dick?”

you whined at the title he used for himself, insisting you call him it any time the two of you were alone. “yes daddy, please ‘m g-gonna…”

your voice trailed off as you felt pleasure building up in your stomach, heart racing as your high approached. just as you felt the initial shocks of your climax start to wash over you, caleb pulled himself completely away from you, flipping you onto your back and pinning your arms down on either side of you.

caleb clicked his tongue as your thighs squeezed together in search of stimulation, using his knees to keep your legs open for him. “didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?”

his eyes crinkled with laughter as tears streaked down your cheeks, a pout unconsciously forming on your lips. he cooed at the sight, immediately copying your action and watching the way your already reddened cheeks flushed even deeper. “aw, cmon baby don’t cry…y’know what to say if you want it”

you hesitantly nodded before just barely composing yourself, trying to work up the courage to say the words he was waiting for. “c-cay…daddy, please let me cum? wan’ you to fill me up while i cum for you”

a mean grin spread over caleb’s face, his lips pressing almost violently against yours while he lined his length up to your entrance. “wasn’t so hard, was it? now let daddy feel this pretty pussy cum, yeah?” he emphasized the title just as he pressed himself into you once more, resuming his previous pace with renewed vigour.

he brought his hands to the backs of your thighs, pressing them against your front to get more leverage to thrust into you. the new position had his happy trail grinding against your clit, immediately bringing you back to the peak of your climax.

your walls clamped around his length without warning, triggering both of your highs. caleb’s hips stuttered against yours as he continued to move in tandem with your body, a groan sounding from his throat before he collapsed onto you.

the sound of heavy breathing replaced your intense noises of pleasure as you both came down.

© all work belongs to @luvyizhou on tumblr, 2026. do NOT use, repost, or feed any of my work into AI or other websites.

[hinamie]

obligatory trailer ss redraw sketch :>

+ speedpaint

[ekay-i]

AppleStar or StarApple? 🤔

Anyway, here's cuntboy Xavier x Caleb. Full on Bluesky and Twitter.

[c-dra]

who's a good boy ‼️ 🐾

[tays-writing]

Caleb x Reader

your boyfriend has spent weeks trying to convince you to be rough with him. as a birthday gift, you finally slap him ♡

cr: @/rxdchill on X

CW: NSFW. Face slapping, power bottom, shy reader, switch Caleb, birthday sex, rough sex?

-

Caleb had been begging you for weeks to be rough with him. He was practically pleading you to be mean to him, something you had been too shy to do. But his birthday was only minutes away, and tonight you had decided to be brave. You were going to gift him exactly what he had been asking for so fervently.

You were riding him slowly at first, savoring the stretch of his cock deep inside you, already teetering on the edge of your own orgasm. Caleb’s hands gripped your hips, his breath ragged as he looked up at you with dark, needy eyes. 

You leaned down and kissed him fiercely, biting his lower lip until he hissed. Then you sat back up, bracing your hands on his shoulders as you began to ride him faster. The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, accompanied by his moans. His eyes were half-lidded, his cheeks flushed, and his usual charming smile had been replaced by raw desperation. “Fuck yes, just like—”

You glanced at the clock: 00:00. Your hand moved before you could second-guess yourself. The slap cracked across his face, sharp and stinging, snapping his head to the side. A red mark bloomed on his cheek instantly.

For a heartbeat, there was silence. You panicked. “Was it too much? Caleb, I’m s—”

Then, his cock twitched violently inside you. A broken, guttural sound tore from his throat as his entire body seized. His hips jerked up as he buried himself deeper, coming hard, pulsing thick and hot deep inside you. The orgasm seemed to drag on forever; his abs clenched, his hands strained against your hips and waist, and his mouth fell open in shocked pleasure.

You watched, stunned and aroused, as he trembled through the aftershocks, his eyes glassy.

“Shit…” he finally gasped, a dazed, blissful laugh escaping him. “Did you just—?”

“Happy birthday,” you whispered, your voice soft but laced with a newfound confidence. You traced the bright red mark on his cheek with your thumb, your skin still buzzing from the contact. Seeing your own handprint on his skin sent a fresh, sharp jolt of electricity straight to your core. You looked down at him, your heart hammering against your ribs, still feeling shy but emboldened by his reaction. “Did you… did you like it?” 

Caleb didn't answer immediately. Instead, his gaze darkened, shifting to a predatory intensity that made your breath catch. Before you could process the look in his eyes, he flipped you beneath him in one smooth motion and hovered over you.

He captured your lips in a bruising, possessive kiss. When he finally pulled back, his breathing was uneven.

“Like it? I’ve never come faster in my life” he rasped, his voice vibrating through your own chest. 

He didn't give you time to recover. He shifted his weight, thrusting into you with a force that made you cry out.

“Do it again,” he whispered against your lips, his voice dropping into a low, commanding growl. “Harder.”

₊꒷︶︶꒷︶︶꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒷︶︶꒷︶︶꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶₊

happy birthday caleb, I love you. I wish I could slap you ♡

[art-by-ady]

Happy birthday, Caleb! 🍏🍎

I honestly enjoyed the new birthday card, I was grinning like an idiot the entire time. So here’s a widdle something for Gege.

[mimuju]

princess treatment w/ choso ! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

choso is a firm believer that pretty girls like you shouldn’t have to do anything.

it’s not something he’s ever said out loud, not in those exact words, but you see it in the way he kneels at your feet when your evening slippers are pinching, in the way his hands steady your ankles as he slides them off. 

you see it in the careful, reverent way he unties the laces of your dress at night, his knuckles brushing your spine, his breath warm against the nape of your neck.

"cho, i can do that myself," you protest for the hundredth time, reaching for the hairbrush on your vanity. you’ve just returned from a work dinner, your face aching from smiling, your scalp tender from the weight of your responsibilities.

"don't be like that," he says softly, taking the brush from your hand. he’s already behind you, his reflection meeting yours in the mirror. he’s wearing a simple black sweater now, his pigtails undone, but he still looks at you like you’re the only thing in the room worth seeing. "let me help you."

"you’re going to spoil me rotten," you murmur, but you’re already sinking back against him, your eyes drifting shut as he starts working the brush through your hair in slow, even strokes. the bristles scrape gently against your scalp and you make a small, involuntary sound of pleasure.

"that’s the point," he says, his voice low. he sets the brush down and reaches for the cloth and cleansing oil. "you're too beautiful to even lift a finger, baby."

he’s wiping the rouge from your cheeks now, the kohl from your eyes. his touch is so gentle, so methodical, like he’s polishing something precious. you let him tilt your chin up, let him clean away the day’s mask. when he’s done, he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"cmon, bed." he commands. not harshly—never harshly—but with the quiet authority of a man who knows exactly what you need.

you stand, your hand in his, and let him lead you to the mattress. he undresses you slowly, layer by layer, the silk pooling at your feet. when you’re down to your thin shift, he pulls back the covers and tucks you in like you’re something fragile.

"sleep," he whispers.

but you catch his wrist. you’re not sleepy. not anymore. the tiredness has shifted into something else, something warm and heavy low in your belly.

"stay," you plead.

he hesitates. "you’re tired."

"i want you," you clarify, your thumb stroking the inside of his wrist. "but i’m... i’m exhausted. but— but i want you— but i don't want to do anything—"

something dark flickers in his eyes. understanding. hunger. devotion.

"then don’t," he says. he climbs onto the bed, fully clothed, and crawls up your body until he’s hovering over you. "don’t do anything. don’t even think. just let me make you feel good."

"choso—" you start, already feeling guilty, already reaching for the hem of his sweater.

he catches your hands and pins them gently above your head. his fingers twine with yours, pressing your palms into the pillow.

"no, sweetheart." he says, his mouth brushing your ear. his voice drops, rough and reverent. "you don’t do the work. you never do the work. you just lay there, princess, and let me take care of you. let me please you. let me—" he grinds his hips down, and you feel how hard he is, straining against the fabric of his trousers, and you gasp. "—let me do everything."

he releases your hands only to finally pull his sweater over his head. you watch the muscles of his back shift in the warm light of your tablelamp, the old scars, the lean strength. when he turns back to you, he’s already unlacing his trousers, pushing them down, kicking them off.

he kneels between your thighs, his dark eyes raking over you. "open up," he murmurs, his hands sliding up your legs, pushing your shift higher. "be good for me, okay?"

you spread your legs, trembling. he’s already so hard, the pink tip flushed and wet, and he wraps his hand around himself, stroking once, twice, his eyes never leaving your face.

"you don’t even have to move," he says, leaning down, caging you in his warmth. "i’ll do all the work. i’ll get you ready. i’ll make you feel so good. all you have to do is look at me. can you do that for me, princess? can you let me love you?"

"yes," you breathe, your voice cracking. "yes, choso, please—"

he kisses you then, deep and filthy, his tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that makes your toes curl. his hand slips between your legs, his fingers finding you already wet, already aching. he doesn’t make you ask, nor does he make you work for it. he just pushes two fingers inside you, curling them, stretching you open while his thumb circles your clit.

"that’s it," he praises against your lips, feeling you clench around him. "that's my girl. just lay there and take it. let me get you ready for my cock."

you moan, your head falling back against the pillow. he’s relentless, his fingers pumping in and out, hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur. you try to rock your hips, try to chase the sensation, but he stills you with his free hand on your hip.

"no, angel." he says, his voice firm. "don’t move. let me. i want to feel you squeezing my fingers while you just lay there and let me fuck you open."

you whimper, your hands gripping the sheets because he won’t let you touch him. he’s leaning over you, watching your face, watching the pleasure overwhelm you, and his expression is something almost feral. like this—serving you, controlling your pleasure, doing all the labor—is exactly where he wants to be.

"look at you," he breathes, his fingers moving faster, harder. "so pretty. so perfect. you're doing so well, baby. letting me make you cum. can you do that for me? can you cum on my fingers like a good girl?"

"choso!" you sob, the pressure building, your body tensing.

"there she is," he croons, his thumb pressing down. "cum for me, make a mess of the sheets."

you break, your orgasm crashing over you, your walls clamping down on his fingers as you cry out. he rides you through it, his hand moving slower now, drawing out every wave until you’re shaking, boneless, your hair fanned out across the pillow.

before you can catch your breath, he’s moving. he hooks his arms under your knees, spreading you wide, his hands sliding up to grip your hips. he positions himself at your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against your still-pulsing heat.

"now," he says, his voice rough with restraint. "i’m going to fuck you, and i’m going to make you cum again. and again. until you can’t think. until you can’t even remember your name."

"please," you gasp, your hands reaching for him again, wanting to touch, to hold.

he catches your wrists and presses them back into the mattress. "no," he says, his eyes dark. "be good, or i'll stop. understand?"

you nod, dizzy, your body still throbbing.

he pushes in with one long, smooth thrust, filling you completely. the stretch burns so perfectly you cry out, your back arching off the bed, but he holds you down, his grip tight on your hips.

"fuck," he groans, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. "so warm. so tight. and you’re just— letting me use you— shit—"

he starts to move, a slow, deep rhythm that has you seeing stars. he’s doing all the work—his hips rolling, his cock dragging against your sensitive walls, his hands holding you exactly where he wants you. you try to move, try to meet his thrusts, but he growls and pins you harder.

"stay still," he orders, his voice strained. "let me do this for you. you had a hard day. you smiled at people who didn't deserve it. now you just get to lay here and take my cock. that’s all. that’s your only job."

"ch-choso!" you sob, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. it’s too much, the pleasure, the devotion, the way he’s using his body to serve you. "i love you— hic!— i love you so much—"

"i know," he breathes, his thrusts speeding up, becoming harder, more desperate. his skin slaps against yours, the bed creaking, but he never lets you move. he holds you open, holds you down, fucks into you with a single-minded focus that’s entirely about your pleasure. "and i love you more. god, i love you so much more."

his hand slides between you again, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles. you’re so sensitive from your first orgasm, every touch is electric, overwhelming. you can’t move, can’t do anything but lay there and take it, exactly like he wants, and the helplessness of it, the sheer luxury of being cared for so completely, sends you over the edge again.

you cum with a scream, your walls clamping down on him so hard he chokes, his rhythm faltering.

"that’s it," he gasps, fucking you through it, chasing his own release now. "atta girl. just— shit— i-im gonna—"

he thrusts deep one last time and stills, his cock pulsing inside you as he comes with a broken groan against your neck. you feel the heat of it, the way he spills into you, marking you, claiming you, all while you lay there trembling, his hands still gripping your hips, his weight pressing you into the mattress.

for a long moment, neither of you moves. he’s breathing hard, his chest heaving, sweat slicking his skin. slowly, carefully, he pulls out and collapses beside you, immediately pulling you into his arms. he’s still panting, his heart hammering against your ear.

"okay?" he whispers, his hand stroking your hair again, back to the gentle, domestic touches.

you nod, boneless, drifting. "more than okay," you murmur. "felt so good."

"that’s the point," he reminds you, pressing a kiss to your temple. "pretty girls like you shouldn’t have to do anything."

you smile against his chest, your eyes already closing. "then i guess i’m just going to have to let you do it again tomorrow."

[bo0nngie]

I think this bunny is more attractive with glasses

[solilorenson]

can you blame him?

[asiatic-apple]

Satoru likes when you stay over and forget to bring a change of clothes

He thanks his lucky stars for having such a forgetful girlfriend. It's your scatterbrained moments that always grace Satoru with one of his favorite sights: you wearing one of his oversized black tees. The way it hugs your body makes his cock throb and harden embarrassingly fast.

He's impatient to find out what lies beneath the hem. Sometimes you go bare, shyly tugging it down when it rides up your thighs. His fingers itch to explore under the edge of his shirt and find out if you're already as riled up as he is.

It's hard to believe anything else could beat easy access to your pretty pussy. Especially when the only thing covering you is a shirt that screams 'Property of the strongest sorcerer!' He was so wrong; there's something even better.

You slide back into bed with an amused smile on your face, and that should have been his first clue that he was in for another round of mind-blowing sex (even though you both said you'd stop after round four earlier). Oblivious to what awaits him, Satoru eagerly pulls you onto his lap, excited to feel you pressed against him again. He's a bit disappointed when he feels soft cloth covering your pretty pussy, but then you chuckle at his pout and bunch his shirt up at your waist.

The sight that greets him knocks the air out of his lungs. He's not even sure why it turns him on so much, but it does. His black boxer briefs are stretched snugly over your plush hips, the fabric hugging your curves obscenely. His mouth goes dry when he notices the swell of your puffy folds through the thin fabric. 

With the heightened sensations from Six Eyes, Satoru feels like he could cum on the spot.

"F-fuck," he whispers, voice cracking like he's going through puberty again. "You're wearing my underwear?"

He can't stop staring. Can't stop the rush of thoughts blaring in his head—like how hot it is that your perfect, dripping cunt is pressed against the same fabric that usually cups his cock. When you roll your hips once, grinding against his painfully hard length, he feels a small dampness. You’re soaking through his underwear. His clothes… his scent clinging to your skin… his, his, all his—oh fuck, he's definitely going to cum, and you've barely even touched him yet.

You're playing such a dirty game, and he's putty in your hands.

Satoru Gojo—the biggest hotshot sorcerer there is—turns into a whimpering, pathetic man that night. All because he wants to see just how much of a sloppy mess you can leave in his boxers. And after he's satisfied with how messy you make them, he doesn't want to wash them any time soon. He knows it's nasty, but he's always been a pervert when it comes to you.

[yvilonion]

i was bored lol

[doublxpresso]

Hello itafushi nation...here is a silly comic for u

[opp314]

when your "friend" has a really cozy shoulder to lean on

[luvyizhou]

18+ mdni | gojo’s kink for domesticity

TW. breeding, creampie, lactation kink, footjobs, like one mention of kicking him in the balls, “mommy” used several times

for gojo, love wasn’t quiet. he knew how fragile life could be, how any ordinary day could become his last. maybe that was why loving you had always come so loudly from him. obvious affection, wandering hands, shameless compliments tossed around like they came as naturally as speaking.

years together had softened the two of you, but he knew the changes were harsher on you than him. after two kids, your body was bound to change, but knowing that didn’t make it easier. he listened while you voiced your insecurities but never once validated them. it just didn’t make sense to him—he looked at you now and somehow wanted you even more. it’s why anytime you talked down on yourself, gojo treated the criticism like a personal insult.

“nah, don’t do that,” he’d murmur whenever you started picking yourself apart. he said it with the same effortless confidence he carried into everything else, as if loving you wasn’t a choice he’d made but an undeniable fact everyone simply had to accept. “be serious,” he’d scoff, hands warm against your waist. “you’re talking about my wife right now.”

unfortunately, with the stupid grin he wore afterward, it almost always worked. the times when you needed his reassurance though, it came in the form of your favourite flowers or date nights squeezed desperately between responsibilities.

other times though, he decided a more physical approach was necessary.

whenever you complained about your weight, he made a point of worshipping every inch of you, obnoxiously persistent about it, mouthing off compliments until your embarrassment turned into reluctant laughter. he’d spend hours fucking you, filling you up just to watch it dribble out. his voice would go hoarse with moans, whining about how good you’d look pregnant with his kids once more. of course he knew you were on birth control, but it didn’t stop him from shooting his cum inside you—it was the thought that counted!

he’d get so fucked out, completely drunk on your pussy, that he would start rambling about how badly he needed to suck the milk from your tits—how good it tasted coming directly from mommy. he fell into a certain headspace like this, so submissive with that glazed over look in his eyes and thighs rubbing together.

even though you didn’t want another kid, you still indulged the ridiculous fantasies he liked to entertain, mostly because seeing gojo satoru—the strongest, loudest man alive—reduced into something pliant beneath your attention was too entertaining to pass up. you let him whine against your chest while stroking his cock, his hips jumping into your hands each time you circled his tip.

on the days you had no patience for his nonsense, already exhausted from chasing after the kids and carrying the weight of everything else, he let you use him to burn your frustration away instead.

it took many forms, but your favorite had always been watching him crumble below you while your foot pressed down on his bulge.

“p-please,” would tumble from his lips far too quickly for someone with an ego his size, eyes glossy as he looked up at you with that unfairly pretty expression, somehow managing to be both humiliating and smug at the same time. “want it so bad, mommy”

his desperate whines only made you press down even harder, watching how he’d wince when you ‘accidentally’ kicked his balls before going to stroke his cock with your toes. this would go on for an embarrassingly short amount of time before a dark patch formed on his pants, drool collecting at the sides of his lips as he continued to rub your foot against his cock.

as annoying as you found it, you couldn’t deny the way it made you feel desirable again. you loved being looked at like you were still the center of somebody’s universe, and nobody had ever done devotion quite as loudly as him.

for gojo, love had never been silent. it was loud, messy, chaotic, something reckless that he couldn’t control.

but with you…the sleepy mornings and tangled limbs, kids laughing somewhere down the hallway, your tired smile waiting for him across the kitchen—quiet didn’t seem so bad after all.

© all work belongs to @luvyizhou on tumblr, 2026. do NOT use, repost, or feed any of my work into AI or other websites.

[poisonf0rest]

Spoiled rotten

♱⋅── caleb x reader

♱⋅── about: caleb loses a bet and surrenders control to you for tonight. he thinks he can handle it. he can’t.

♱⋅── word count: 2.9k

♱⋅── warnings: mdni, smut, pwp, cw breeding kind, tied up caleb, slight themes of cnc, riding him, unprotected sex, overstimulation, > gege lots of gege < , sub!caleb mostly, questionable moral code is applied yes.

art credit to @/damn-i-exist

Oh, he was wrong.

Caleb had miscalculated grievously and was so, so, terribly wrong. 

He considered himself a man able to withstand many things, and the four years in the Academy made him into a living weapon, equipped with utmost self-control, unquestionable stamina, and the unwavering strength of a soldier. 

And yet five minutes into losing his bet with you, he feels his body and mind begin to fail him entirely. 

“Earth to Caleb, I hope you’re not going to give in already.” The smirk is audible in your voice, especially as you grind your hips forward and relish in the shuddered exhale that is his response. “Cause that would mean I win.”

It’s intoxicating, confusing, the way his body stopped responding to him the moment you got on top of him. Caleb’s not really thinking of much right now outside of just how nice the orange glow of your nightlight hits your figure, how damn low that tank top is, and when the fuck did those shorts get so small on you?

He jerks his hands up instinctively, the automatic soldier’s reflex to seize control, the want to touch, to grab. To flip you the fuck over and have his way.

But the bind around his wrists catches.

Hard.

Caleb bites back a hiss, teeth grinding at the pull against his arms. “I’m doing just fine,” he grits out, smile crooked in a way that makes you want to laugh. “Fantastic, even.”

“Mhm,” you hum, “keep telling yourself that. I want to see how long that lasts, gege.”

The look he gave you then, frustration, disbelief, a flicker of something dangerously close to surrender, was the kind of thing someone could get addicted to.

Your thumb traces the rough edge of his lips, once, twice, before pushing into his mouth, muffling the surprised grunt he gives you as you lean in. 

“Open.”

His eyes widen, jaw falling slack almost immediately as you spit into his waiting tongue, slapping his cheek lightly after. So obedient.

Caleb swallows, and you swear you feel him twitch underneath you. 

“Good boy.”

God, he liked that more than you did. 

His moan is muffled around your thumb, but the raspy edge of it is enough to have you clenching around nothing. You’re taking more. Now.

Spreading your knees out wider on either side of Caleb’s waist, you rock yourself backward, immediately rewarded with the hard press of his abs and something even more solid below, friction heavenly and far too little all at once. At the mere contact he lets out another moan, muffled as Caleb sucks on your fingers, curling himself up to stare you right in the eyes. 

“Please,” he’s begging already. “Please do something- anything- more.”

Your eyes soften, but your smile doesn’t. “Down, boy. I thought we both agreed on what the loser would have to do.” Your fingers skim his jawline, tracing down his throat before pinning him back down to the mattress with just your pointer finger on his chest. He could fight you so easily if he wanted to. “You have ‘ta listen to whatever,” you sing out the word, dragging it out as your nail teases down his chest, “I say.” 

“I’m not—” He stops, swallows, and tries again. You’re being so infuriating it’s taking everything not to rip control back from you, fuck you hard and fast and make you a moaning mess like he knows you like. “I am listening.”

You laugh softly, delighted. “Good then, puppy.”

Caleb freezes. 

You watch his pupils dilate, nearly engulfing the galaxy in his eyes to an abyssal black, watch the tension ripple across his chest, watch the heat flush the tips of his ears bright red, all at once.

“…Puppy?” he echoes, voice rougher than before.

You tilt your head, studying the way the word seems to unravel him from the inside.

“Mhm,” run your thumb along his jaw, savoring the way he leans into your touch. “My puppy. It suits you, gege.”

This is embarrassing, it’s so embarrassing and he’s so fucking hard right now. 

Caleb surges forward, lips smashing onto yours as he kisses you like he’s starving for it. No complaints from you, meeting him as the force clicks your teeth together before his tongue swipes your lip as an apology, drooling into you as his weight presses as close as the restraints will let him. 

You tug his face up as his tongue meets yours, hot, sweet, desperate in a way that feels like you’re melting into one another as you lose yourself in the kiss. Not close enough, never close enough, even as you grind closer, the heat between your legs unbearable. You can feel the sweat dripping from his temples, damp heat against your skin, and the kiss melt like hot sugar and something burning. 

A hot, undeniable heat of late summer that makes everything in your body boil and sweat, all-consuming and impossible to ignore. The air between you feels thick with it, syrupy, suffocating, every breath shared back and forth until you can’t tell where one of you ends and the other begins. Somewhere in the half-breaths you dare take you throw your shirt off, hardened nipples grazing Caleb’s chest as he feels himself slipping at the sight of your body.

Every kiss only leaves the both of you hungrier, an aching burn spreading through your body.

Standing up on shaky legs, Caleb whines at the loss of you, chasing you up until the scarf tied against his arms jerks him back down. 

“Shh, it’s okay, gege,” you tug down your sleep shorts and panties in one drag, letting them fall to your ankles as Caleb’s jaw snaps shut. “I’m just making it easier for you.”

He’d agree to be tied up every second of every fucking day if it meant you looking down at him, completely naked and smiling so damn innocently like this. 

Pulling a condom out from your nightstand, you climb back into Caleb’s lap slowly enough to make him watch every movement. Every muscle in his body strains as his skin touches yours, hands fighting the urge to break free before you’re pulling him into a kiss and he simply melts, moaning your name. 

A giggle slips from you, swallowed immediately by Caleb’s eager tongue as he chases the sound, kissing you harder, needier, like he can’t stand even a second of distance between you. You let him indulge in it while your hands drift lower, fumbling deliberately with the waistband of his boxers before pulling his poor, leaking cock out, the heft of it springing into your palms. 

Caleb full-body shudders, breath catching hot against your mouth, and the reaction alone nearly makes you laugh again. So desperate already.

You toy with the condom between your fingers, peeling the wrapper open slowly while Caleb watches with hooded eyes, every hulking inch of him tense with anticipation. A predator unable to pounce. When you hold it up in front of his face, he leans toward it instinctively, helpless with want.

Cruel delight curls in your chest at the sight.

And then you toss it carelessly across the bed.

“I don’t think we’ll be needing this.”

The whine Caleb lets out will haunt your every dream. “No, no. Pips, princess, please. Don’t— don’t do that to me, let me fuck you. I’ll make you feel so good, please.”

You tilt your head, acting confused as you slide your hips down until you’re hovering right above his dick.

“I never said I wouldn’t let you fuck me.” A smile, evil and so, so satisfied. 

And god, you can feel and hear just how wet you’re getting. The loud, obnoxious slap each time you rock forward, the popping suction of your pussy dragging against the wonderfully hard length of his dick, feeling it throb and jump with the hot friction.

Caleb is clenching his jaw hard enough to snap. His entire dick flushed raw pink, twitching and dripping with your slick and an embarrassing amount of precum all drooling down the veins of his dick and sticking to your inner thighs. His hips stutter to meet yours despite himself, despite knowing this was dangerous territory, despite every rock of your bare cunt against him feeling like heaven and sin and fuck his eyes are rolling back at the mere thought of more. 

“Stop,” Caleb’s plea comes out pathetically weak. He’s already rocking into you again before the word’s even finished. “Come on, I- I’ve told you how dangerous this is.”

“Ya, we’ve had the talk a bunch when we were kids.” You pout, sitting back as you both look down to the sticky, wet mess between you. One hand goes to pump the remaining slick up and down his dick as the other circles your own clit, Caleb’s eyes racing back and forth between the two as though he can’t decide where to look first. “But I’m an adult now, gege. And I really, really want you inside me.”

Caleb’s going to die. 

You’re going to kill him. 

But fuck, if you don’t stop moaning through your bitten lips as you play with yourself, he’s not sure he’ll mind.

“Please, baby,” he’s whimpering, gasping out for air as his immobilized body jerks and humps into your hand, dick flushed from the attention but not enough for any real release. It hurts. He needs you so badly it hurts.  “Grab another condom, please. Fuck me, use me, I can’t– I can’t stop myself much longer.”

He feels your lips curl into a devilish grin as you lean down, whispering, “Then don’t.”

And the feeling of you slamming down onto his cock, that searing, wonderful pressure, shatters any restraint Caleb had left.

His broken moan is a little more than a sob in your ear, the entire bedframe creaking as Caleb’s back arches, every thick, bulky muscle underneath you flexing as you continue to ride him, a single hand pushing his hips back down to the bed.

It’s all he can think about. Your nails digging into his abs, the sting of your marks as you lose yourself on top of him. The overwhelming heat of your body. The dizzying drag of you rocking up and down again and again until every thought in his head is melting, spinning, just the feeling of you every raw part of you, the way you’re forcing him to hit that spongy spot, the force abusing his oversensitive tip until it’s euphoric pain. 

Seeing your strong, protective gege turn absolutely stupid under you only makes you want to push him further. Your thighs burn with the stretch around his impressive quads, legs trembling as you force yourself to go faster. More, you want-need more. You need him to cum inside you. 

Caleb whines at that, shaking his head vigorously as he looks up at you through tear-stained lashes. You didn't even realize you were slurring all that out loud. “Don’t, don’t say that. Can’t- won’t stop but fuuuck” he’s moaning again, hips jerking off the bed as the angle forces him right up to your cervix. “I should.”

He doesn’t stop.

You both know he won’t.

The entire bed is shaking when your legs give in, collapsing onto Caleb’s sweat-slicked chest as you keep rutting down into him, clawing into his shoulders for leverage. It’s so much, his tip pressing every spot inside you, the heavy drag of each thrust turning you stupid, drooling into Caleb’s neck as you bite and suck every inch of salty, sweaty skin. 

You feel yourself already getting close. “You don’t want to? You don’t want to fill me up?” A whimper, you can’t tell from who as you get tighter, entire body tensing as shocks of pleasure jolt through you. “Please, please. I need it. Please cum inside me, gege.”

Then there’s the loud, undeniable rip of the scarf you’d been using as makeshift binds tearing to shreds, Caleb’s palms slamming onto your hips with a harsh slap. 

Raw handprints burn into your skin as Caleb lifts you right into the air, slamming you back down onto his dick. Your eyes roll back, unable to do anything but laugh deliriously as he uses you with every ounce of his remaining strength.

“Again, say it again.”

“P-please cum inside me.” You’re blabbering the words over and over again, body turning to mush as you collapse on top of him.

Feeling every vein, every slap of his pelvis on your clit has you screaming, trembling as your release sprays onto both your thighs. So, so much of it. Your lips open in a silent scream as you squirt around the base of his cock, the mess splattering onto Caleb’s abs as his pupils dilate at the sight. 

“Again.” 

Then, you’re being manhandled like a doll. Caleb locks you in tight, chest to chest, your tits squished against his pecs, swinging an arm around as he traps you in a headlock, the other slamming your hips down as your head goes fuzzy from the suffocation and bruising, delicious force of him ramming right into your cervix. “Do it again.”

Your nails claw at his bicep, spine arching into his body as the two of you melt into one another, sweat and cum and desperation sticking and dripping from you. Caleb’s strength was failing him too, each grind of your hips, the way your pussy is still convulsing and leaking around him breaking his restraint into something dangerous.

If it is what you wanted, if this is what you needed, then wouldn’t he be such a horrible older brother to deny you? 

He’ll give you what you want. 

He’ll always give you everything you want. 

“This is your fault.” Right as Caleb’s hips falter something else begins to lift you up, gravity itself binding you as his Evol rams you down. “Spoiled you rotten, can’t say no– fuuuck– can’t say no to you.” Up again, down again. Inhumane speed leaving you sobbing as his headlock doesn’t lessen, free hand now moving to your poor neglected clit, quick circles that have you drooling.

“Again.”

“Caleb,” the headlock, the pleasure, it leaves you gasping,”I-I can’t–”

“Again.”

You’re already cumming.

“You wanted this. Begged for this.” He’s drunkenly buckling up into you, hammering his hips into yours. Nose-deep into the crook of your neck as your vision spins from it all. “So take it. Take it, take everything your gege gives you.” 

Finally, he gives you what you wanted. The force of his release is dizzying, hot and addictive as you both feel his cum swell your insides. But the thrusts never stop, Caleb’s dick forcing globs of your mixed releases out as he’s already chasing another. 

“Greedy pussy needs more. You knew I’d cave, knew I’d fill you right to the womb—” Letting you gasp in air as his palm moves to press down on your belly. You feel every inch of him now. “—but ‘s still not enough, not until you’re swollen with it, begging me this time.” He moans at the thought, delirious, and you whine as you feel him fill you up once more, Evol pinning you as close as possible. Another orgasm. 

Immediately, his fingers are at your clit again, a punishing slap to your pussy enough to have you scream before Caleb’s palm comes back up to muffle your cries. Nips your ear in punishment.

“Stop whining and take it, listen to your gege and take it.” 

You’re fighting the force of his Evol as bursts of pleasure-pain make you thrash against the binds of gravity, moans and sobs broken behind his hand, nothing coherent left in your mind as you squirt once more. Your legs don’t stop shaking. 

Caleb can’t hold on much longer either. The sight of you completely losing control atop of him drives him insane, and the way your pussy keeps hugging him back in wanting more and more. He can’t stop. Doesn’t want to, never wants to after this.

You’re still in the middle of cumming as he thumbs over your clit once more, finally sitting up as the new angle forces you down even further into his lap, and you’re sure your Evol is amplifying his with how much power is behind every thrust, working overtime as Caleb’s hands are pinching and rolling your oversensitive nipples and clit, hugging you tight as his body convulses behind you. 

It’s overwhelming, his dick no longer thrusting but grinding, unable to part from you, the swollen head pushing past your cervix as his release keeps filling and filling you. You don’t feel it end, heat sticking to your insides and being shoved deeper, your body still spasming and helpless to do anything but take it. 

There’s too much of it, Caleb’s body collapsing atop yours as he trembles. His cock was so, so sensitive but he couldn’t stop cumming, feeling every strand fill you up past your limit, watching the slight bloat of your tummy as the rest leaks down your thighs, staining the mattress from god knows how long it's been. It’s so obscene, so filthy and it just makes him want to fuck you raw again. 

The first thing you can make out when reality comes back to you is the quiet laugh as Caleb drops his forehead onto your shoulder, panting into your skin as he leaves open-mouthed kisses there.

He doesn't pull out and you don't want him to either, the two of you falling back into the pillows as you moan at every slight shift inside you.

“…You win.”