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Bro can‘t deny the sub allegations anymore

Ohhh I‘ll make some memes out of him when I‘m home from work trust

This is a newfouns treasure

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A/N; BAM ANOTHA BANGA! GUYS! How do we feel abt enemies to lovers with Batman!Sylus and Catwoman!Reader ???? (made catwoman more of a menace than a vigilante oops)

Batman!Sylus who growls your name through gritted teeth every time he chases you across the skyline. He never arrests you. Not once. Even when he corners you, even when you're panting beneath him with cuffs digging into your wrists. He just observes you, trying not to let his eyes drop to your tight catsuit.

Batman!Sylus who pins you against alley walls in the dark nightlife of the N109 Zone, panting against your lips, chest heaving beneath the dark armored suit.

"Now now, look at which kitten gotten to me again. I don't have any treats left for you anymore." But his hand's already sliding down the curve of your hip to the inside of your thigh.

"Really now?", you purr, giving your title justice, slender claws snaking down his torso, teasing the outline of his suspiciously tight trousers, "But I think I found one right here, you big, bad bat."

Batman!Sylus who tells himself every damn time that this is the last time he fucks you. And every time you prove just how good you are at getting him to break his rules and question his morals.

Your heels click against the ledge, balance impeccable even in the wind. The rainy city flickers beneath you, oblivious to the dangerous hunt that's about to start.

"You're late, Bats," you purr, already noticing him, turning slowly. The leather hugs every curve of your body, catsuit damp and clinging from the drizzle, "Come to cuff me again?"

"You broke into another weapons vault." He acuses, changing the topic at hand.

"Hmmm. Did I?" You saunter closer, hips swaying. "Maybeee I just a bad kitty who wants your attention?"

"You shouldn't be here," he rasps, voice low, hesitation and a familiar softness only reserved to you audible.

You just smile, fingers slowly walking up his armored chest, teasing beneath the tactical plating, goosebumps arising all over his skin. "Then leave," raising to your tipy-toes you whisper against his mouth in a sweet purr. "But you won't, will you?"

He catches your wrist when you reach for his belt, but you still notice his fingers twitch around your wrist, trying to keep his mask from falling.

Literally.

"This isn't a game, kitten." His voice is firm, trying his best to ignore his hard cock twitching for help behind his suit, but you're not going easy on him.

You push into his space, chest against his, seductive voice giving him a hard time to focus, free hand clutching at his mask, careful not to harm his handsome face as you pull it off, "Then stop playing."

Oh how he hates how easily you can read him. And he despises how you're peeling back the armor he's built around his entire life. And he hates, most of all, how his cock twitches the second your lips brush his once his face is exposed to you in the dark city lights.

"Last time," he grits, pushing you onto the backseat of his batmobile.

Except, it never is.

Because the moment he's got you on your back, legs spread, fingers digging into your thighs now bare thighs, his and your suit tossed and abolished to the front seats, he's gone. All that restraint, that discipline he flaunts under the mask disintegrates the second his hefty crown slides past your slick folds.

"Fuck," he groans, burying his face into your neck, silver hair giving you a new found reason to hold onto, "You're even prettier than I imagined, sweetie. Gonna be the death of me."

And maybe you will be.

But right now, he's fucking into you like a madman, downright criminal as his tip punishes your g-spot with harsh, percise knocks, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

"You like ruining me, don't you?" he growls, sweat dripping from his sliver brow. "Making me forget who I am, what I'm supposed to be."

"Isn't that— h-hahhh— the f-fun part?"

You don't ruin Sylus. You make him honest.

And it's scaring him.

Because the Batman doesn't moan like that for anyone else. Doesn't fuck anyone with so much adoration like you.

And when he's panting over your body, skin flushed and cock still twitching inside your stuffed pussy, he says it again— a reminder more to himself than anyone else.

"This is the L-last time."

Batman!Sylus who gets soooo pussydrunk he forgets his morals.

You straddle his lap inside on the bed inside his luxurious batcave, still panting from you tracking down his location.

You were supposed to interrogating him, get some sort of blackmail to use against him out of this. You even found out about his real name— Sylus— for threatening him or moaning it on repeat, you don't know either.

But you forgot what you came for when you spotted him through the window, stepping outside of the shower, hung cock only covered by an ridiciolously short towel.

This could've been your chance. Get him when he's most vunerable, finally get him out of the way for your vigilante life to work.

Instead, he spots you, pulling you in through a hidden mechanism that catches you off guard, trapping you onto his bed, your mask already tossed away as he slowly peels your soaked leather suit halfway down.

"What? Cat caught your tongue?"

You offer him a sarcastic scoff before a whimper escapes you once he fully dresses you down, nose already taking a big fat whiff between your thighs.

"Just one taste, no more fucking," he pants, watching your fingers now spread your folds, your strong hold on his hair guiding his head towards your dripping entrance. "Just one—"

"Just shut up and eat this kitty."

Your legs clamp around his head and a growl breaks in his throat, his hands locking onto your thighs, tongue digging in your walls.

"Fuck, this is—wrong." His words are muffled between your legs, his ruby eyes staring you down as your nails dig into his scalp, pussy clenching around the hot, wet muscle.

"Then why are you so deep in it?" you smirk, clenching around him, offering his hair a tug at the roots.

Suddenly, his head hits the headboard with a dull thud, little towel long gone, breath hissing between his teeth as you climb onto his lap, your red lipstick scattered all over his face as you claim his lips for a feverish kiss, moaning as you taste yourself on him.

"Don't—don't do that," he chokes out, even as his fingers flex tighter on your hips, dragging you flush to his base where pre drips from his slit.

You're already sinking down on him, snug, pulsing around him, " Or what, Sylus? I just can't help it," you whisper into the shell of his ear, biting it just enough to make him hiss. "You're already gone. All that Bat-code bullshit? Not even on your mind anymore."

You rob a stangled moan from him as you bounce up and down his cock, "Only me."

He wants to deny it. Wants to push you off, get dressed, arrest you reclaim the morals and discipline he swore to live by. But when you start grinding in slow circles, dragging that wet, hot cunt along every ridge of his cock—he whines.

"F-fuckkk," he groans, bucking up involuntarily, voice slurring as if he's off the booze, "S'not fair. You're not fuckin' fair."

You cup his jaw, force him to look at you, eyes half-lidded, lips glossy and smeared with red and parted.

"Neither is that big fucking cock you've been keeping hidden under the suit." you scoff, mocking his flushed face, "What were you gonna do? Scare me into submission with that thing?"

He doesn't answer. He can't. His moral compass is spinning out, drowned by the slick suck of your pussy and the dirty way you're riding him with such vicious intend

Now he's certain— you want to kill him.

You bounce harder, thighs smacking his, and the bed creaks from the motion. His head lolls forward, forehead pressing to your chest, mouth slobbering the red lipstick and his saliva all over your perked nipples while his hips fuck up into you in sloppy and needy thrusts, your mouth hanging slack as he hits your sweet spot.

"I'm supposed to—" he pants, cut off by your walls clenching around him again, keeping him in a headlock. "Supposed to be better than this."

"But you're not," you murmur, biting your lip as your stuffed cunny gushes around him at one particular kiss to your cervix, squelching with every thrust. "You're mine now."

Fuck yeah he is.

So damn pussydrunk he's already imagining a life with you together. Buying you anything you could ever wish for, propose to you with th most extravagant ring, hell, even marry you.

He's letting you ride him in in the comfort of his home while he's supposed to be out there catching bad guys— and bad girls like you.

It's like all his honor has left him. As if he was and had nothing before this.

Just you.

The kitten who happend to get him into this cat and mouse game.

Spoilers— he's not the cat.

©︎𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙎 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

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A/N; BAM ANOTHA BANGA! GUYS! How do we feel abt enemies to lovers with Batman!Sylus and Catwoman!Reader ???? (made catwoman more of a menace than a vigilante oops)

Batman!Sylus who growls your name through gritted teeth every time he chases you across the skyline. He never arrests you. Not once. Even when he corners you, even when you're panting beneath him with cuffs digging into your wrists. He just observes you, trying not to let his eyes drop to your tight catsuit.

Batman!Sylus who pins you against alley walls in the dark nightlife of the N109 Zone, panting against your lips, chest heaving beneath the dark armored suit.

"Now now, look at which kitten gotten to me again. I don't have any treats left for you anymore." But his hand's already sliding down the curve of your hip to the inside of your thigh.

"Really now?", you purr, giving your title justice, slender claws snaking down his torso, teasing the outline of his suspiciously tight trousers, "But I think I found one right here, you big, bad bat."

Batman!Sylus who tells himself every damn time that this is the last time he fucks you. And every time you prove just how good you are at getting him to break his rules and question his morals.

Your heels click against the ledge, balance impeccable even in the wind. The rainy city flickers beneath you, oblivious to the dangerous hunt that's about to start.

"You're late, Bats," you purr, already noticing him, turning slowly. The leather hugs every curve of your body, catsuit damp and clinging from the drizzle, "Come to cuff me again?"

"You broke into another weapons vault." He acuses, changing the topic at hand.

"Hmmm. Did I?" You saunter closer, hips swaying. "Maybeee I just a bad kitty who wants your attention?"

"You shouldn't be here," he rasps, voice low, hesitation and a familiar softness only reserved to you audible.

You just smile, fingers slowly walking up his armored chest, teasing beneath the tactical plating, goosebumps arising all over his skin. "Then leave," raising to your tipy-toes you whisper against his mouth in a sweet purr. "But you won't, will you?"

He catches your wrist when you reach for his belt, but you still notice his fingers twitch around your wrist, trying to keep his mask from falling.

Literally.

"This isn't a game, kitten." His voice is firm, trying his best to ignore his hard cock twitching for help behind his suit, but you're not going easy on him.

You push into his space, chest against his, seductive voice giving him a hard time to focus, free hand clutching at his mask, careful not to harm his handsome face as you pull it off, "Then stop playing."

Oh how he hates how easily you can read him. And he despises how you're peeling back the armor he's built around his entire life. And he hates, most of all, how his cock twitches the second your lips brush his once his face is exposed to you in the dark city lights.

"Last time," he grits, pushing you onto the backseat of his batmobile.

Except, it never is.

Because the moment he's got you on your back, legs spread, fingers digging into your now bare thighs, his and your suit tossed and abolished to the front seats, he's gone. All that restraint, that discipline he flaunts under the mask disintegrates the second his hefty crown slides past your slick folds.

"Fuck," he groans, burying his face into your neck, silver hair giving you a new found reason to hold onto, "Gonna be the death of me."

And maybe you will be.

But right now, he's fucking into you like a madman, downright criminal as his tip punishes your g-spot with harsh, percise knocks, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

"You like ruining me, don't you?" he growls, sweat dripping from his sliver brow. "Making me forget who I am, what I'm supposed to be?“

"Isn't that— h-hahhh— the f-fun part?"

You don't ruin Sylus. You make him honest.

And it's scaring him.

Because the Batman doesn't moan like that for anyone else. Doesn't fuck anyone with so much adoration like he does you.

And when he's panting over your body, skin flushed and cock still twitching inside your stuffed pussy, he says it again— a reminder more to himself than anyone else.

"This is the L-last time."

Batman!Sylus who gets soooo pussydrunk he forgets his morals.

You straddle his lap inside on the bed inside his luxurious batcave, still panting from you tracking down his location.

You were supposed to be interrogating him, get some sort of blackmail to use against him out of this. You even found out about his real name— Sylus— for threatening him or moaning it on repeat, you don't know either.

But you forgot what you came for when you spotted him through the window, stepping outside of the shower, hung cock only covered by a ridiciolously short towel.

This could've been your chance. Get him when he's most vunerable, finally get him out of the way for your vigilante life to work.

Instead, he spots you, pulling you in through a hidden mechanism that catches you off guard, trapping you onto his bed, your mask already tossed away as he slowly peels your soaked leather suit halfway down.

"What? Cat caught your tongue?"

You offer him a sarcastic scoff before a whimper escapes you once he fully dresses you down, nose already taking a big fat whiff between your thighs.

"Just one taste, no more fucking," he pants, watching your fingers now spread your folds, your strong hold on his hair guiding his head towards your dripping entrance. "Just one—"

"Just shut up and eat this kitty."

Your legs clamp around his head and a growl breaks in his throat, his hands locking onto your thighs, tongue digging in your walls.

"Fuck, this is—wrong." His words are muffled between your legs, ruby eyes staring you down as your nails dig into his scalp, pussy clenching around the hot, wet muscle.

"Then why are you so deep in it?" you smirk, clenching around him, offering his hair a tug at the roots.

Suddenly, his head hits the headboard with a dull thud, little towel long gone, breath hissing between his teeth as you climb onto his lap, your red lipstick scattered all over his face as you claim his lips for a feverish kiss, moaning as you taste yourself on him.

"Don't—don't do that," he chokes out, even as his fingers flex tighter on your hips, dragging you flush to his base where pre drips from his slit.

You're already sinking down on him, snug around him, " Or what, Sylus? I just can't help it," you whisper into the shell of his ear, biting it just enough to make him hiss. "You're already gone. All that Bat-code bullshit? Not even on your mind anymore."

You rob a stangled moan from him as you bounce up and down his cock, "Only me."

He wants to deny it. Wants to push you off, get dressed, arrest you reclaim the morals and discipline he swore to live by. But when you start grinding in slow circles, dragging that wet, hot cunt along every ridge of his cock—he whines.

"F-fuckkk," he groans, bucking up involuntarily, voice slurring as if he's off the booze, "S'not fair. You're not fucking fair."

You cup his jaw, force him to look at you, eyes half-lidded, lips glossy and smeared with red and parted.

"Neither is that big fucking cock you've been keeping hidden under the suit." you scoff, mocking his flushed face, "What were you gonna do? Scare me into submission with that thing?"

He doesn't answer. He can't. His moral compass is spinning out, drowned by the slick suck of your pussy and the dirty way you're riding him with such vicious intend

Now he's certain— you want to kill him.

You bounce harder, thighs smacking his, and the bed creaks from the motion. His head lolls forward, forehead pressing to your chest, mouth slobbering the red lipstick and his saliva all over your perked nipples while his hips fuck up into you in sloppy and needy thrusts, your mouth hanging slack as he hits your sweet spot.

"I'm supposed to—" he pants, cut off by your walls clenching around him again, keeping him in a headlock. "Supposed to be better than this."

"But you're not," you murmur, biting your lip as your stuffed cunny gushes around him at one particular kiss to your cervix, squelching with every thrust. "You're mine now."

Fuck yeah he is.

So damn pussydrunk he's already imagining a life with you together. Buying you anything you could ever wish for, propose to you with th most extravagant ring, hell, even marry you.

He's letting you ride him in in the comfort of his home while he's supposed to be out there catching bad guys— and bad girls like you.

It's like all his honor has left him. As if he was and had nothing before this.

Just you.

The kitten who happend to get him into this cat and mouse game.

Spoilers— he's not the cat.

©︎𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙎 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

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WICKED GAMES. @Gojo.satoru

SYNOPSIS; Satoru Gojo is your nemesis - vise versa. Or so you thought.

FEATURING; Virgin!Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

WK; 4k.

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI! college au. richhhh Gojo. enemies to lovers. insulting. gojo hurts readers feelings with insults, vise versa. clothed grinding. unprotected sex. virginity loss. prn with plot.

"And who exactly invited you here?"

It's loud, thick air from the crowded space not too far away from where you're trying to escape the loud music blasting in your ear drums, head throbbing in pain, only to increase due to the annoying and unexpected - obstacle on your way to the restroom.

Your brows crinkle in irritation at the young man's question, flashing him a look of disgust. "That's none of your business." Your eyes drill holes into his skull, clicking your tongue at his attitude. "Can you move out the fucking way?", you ask rather rhetorical, irritated, you try to stomp past him, only to be hindered by his large frame hovering above you, his intimidating aura drowning out the loud chatting and music in the background, heart thumping in your chest as you struggle to hold eye contact, eyes flickering from his to the wall right beside you, gritting your teeth in annoyance.

He looks you up and down, tongue pocking the inside of his cheek. "It's my business since you're in my house."

You scoff, a sly smirk creeping its way up your lips. "Your house? If I'm not mistaken, Suguru lives here. Rings a bell? Geto Suguru, the host of this party? Also, the one who invited me here?"

"Suguru, Satoru, same shit. What's his is mine. So, again, what in Christ's name are you doing in my house?"

Your anger only grows, rumbling up a storm inside your stomach. Who the hell does he think he is? 'What's his is mine'? Fucking bullshit. "Look, I know that you two are friends-"

"Best friends", he interrupts, a vein on his forehead almost popping out of rage. Your patience is hanging onto a thing fucking threat at this point, playing out multiple ways to beat this bastard's ass up in your mind.

"The best of friends", you mock him, eyes closing for a second to regain your composer. "Whatever, I don't give a shit. Suguru and I also happened to be friends, and he invited me here. Out of kindness, I came." You pause, scanning his posture for any slight sign of comfort to make your escape, the idea soon turning into a cloud of smoke at his focused expression, his whole attention focused solely on you. "I've tried to avoid you all night. But you're stuck to my ass like a tick."

You make sure to spit out the last word, making sure he heard it loud and clear.

"I didn't ask who invited you, I asked why, the fuck, you are here."

"Now, I swear to God, Gojo. You better know what's best for you and get. Out. Of my way."

Satoru Gojo.

You hate the taste his name left in your mouth, and you hate the sight of him. That's why you refused to attend to this shitty frat party so many times. But your friend, who also happens to be Gojo's childhood buddy, begged and pleaded, until you eventually caved in.

You know how much this party means to him. Tying new connections to various people around the area, show of status, maybe even get a taste of some hot thing. All of that high top stuff.

You're not into that kind of lifestyle, showing off money and throwing it around as if it grew on trees, especially as a college student. Most students who attend this shit-show treat their academic success was careless and straight up foolish - running around to be a part of the 'high society' on the campus, while their tuition fees light up into red numbers.

One of the many reasons you hate Satoru Gojo is exactly that. His reputation. He is, how other students would say, part of the 'high society' - got his tuition fees covered by the wealth of his parents, grades never good, but after some sweet-talk with his professor, he surprisingly passes all of his classes with flying colors. One way or the other, he gets what he wants. He always does.

He is the definition of 'money can buy anything'.

But it's not the money alone, it's his attitude of his that just has you ball your hands into a fist.

Not one day goes past without him rubbing his wealth under everyone's noses. It didn't matter who it was, he was going to show them that he was better than them, richer, stronger.

He is the strongest.

Even though he never offended you directly, his distant glares and arrogant looks were enough for you to develop the hatred you have towards him. He always looked down on everyone he talked to, if they manage to even get him to pay attention to them, that is.

You really didn't want to even see him at this party, not attempting to ruin your mood with someone like him. So, you had to avoid him at all cost. In the end you figured, it wouldn't hurt to attend a party again, enjoying the company of others more than usual in your full-scheduled student life, escaping the never ending cycle for even just a little bit of fun. Also, the chance of running into him in such a massive house was slim. Until now.

You wish you could just kill him right here, that's how deep your hatred is seated. His feelings are mutual.

It's not like he ever paid attention to your presence, hell, he didn't even know you existed until you were all up in his business, always having a remark ready when he said anything to anyone. Yeah, he can be a bit mean at times, but it's nothing harsh, just jokes. They all know, for sure.

At first, he thought you're cute, and you still are, being honest. Gorgeous even. Maybe even the prettiest girl he's ever seen. But only if you keep that damned mouth of yours shut.

He can't stand your constant sense of justice, bugging him with issues someone like him could never even bother himself with. Babbling nonsense of 'fairness' and 'inequality' when he just supports the economy. Some, with some he means, you, see his actions as cruel but, if you were in his position, wouldn't you do the same?

Why can't you just mind your business and stop bothering him with your bullshit? It's not like your endless talking would change anything.

You're a nobody.

"Hello? Is your ass that stuffed of money that you can't follow simple instructions anymore? Get out of my way!"

Who does he think he is?

You scream into his face, blood rushing up your face as your anger pours out of you, all you see is red. If he doesn't move out the way at this instant, you're going to-

Who do you think you are?

He exhales a deep breath, scanning the area around you two before he swiftly takes a hold of your arm. You spit out curses at him, roughly trying to free yourself from his grasp, only to be dragged along until he rushes you into an empty room down the hall.

"Let go-!" And he does, pushing you into the empty guest room, closing the door right behind him. You swallow at the tension, the music only faint to notice, turning the room almost dead silent.

You stand, your ground, furrowed eyebrows indicating your mood. "You-!"

Before you can even think of an insult, he interrupts you in an instant, causing your body to tense up at his unusual dark tone. It's almost scary how his expression changes into something unreadable. "Shut the fuck up", he breathed out, head falling back as his hands brushes across his face, a long sigh leaving his lips while looking at the ceiling.

"Can you? Just be quiet for one second." And you did, exhaustion washing over your body as you look around the room, turning on your heels to look at anything but him.

"It's always people like you", he begins, eyes trailing after your movements, "always those nobodies who got their nose all up in my business. You're the one who's a tick on my ass." He begins to follow your footsteps to the bathroom, halting at the door to lean against the door frame, looking down at your body seated on the closed toilette, head in hands. "You're jealous."

Jealous? Not only jealous - you're green of envy.

He was born with everything and anything you could ask for. He already got his future set, like food on a platter. You on the other hand have to work hard, to pay for college, rent, and other necessities. And he? He gets money shoved up his butt every other week, not lifting a finger. And worst of all, he's not even grateful for his privileged life. Perhaps, that's also a big reason you hate him.

"I'm obsessed? Now tell me who exactly dragged me into this room!", You snap your head up, teeth gritting together, tears threatening to trickle down your face.

"You cryin'?" You try to wipe the tear off your face unnoticed, but it's already too late. He nears you, leaning down and looking at you with that look again.

As if you're nobody.

"Don't change the topic", you sniffle between tears, turning your face away from him so you don't have to see him looking down at you. But you still feel his eyes on you, an unreadable expression on his face as he inspects your form, an odd feeling bubbling up in his stomach.

Guilt?

He feels bad for you, he feels bad for making you feel this way. An apology tickles the tip of his tongue, but he closed his mouth before he dared to shatter his own ego.

"Fuck." He lets it slip out in a whisper, trying to think of possibilities to clear the confusion. Truth was, he looked for you around the whole house with the intention of making things right with you. Because he actually doesn't hate you how you think he would.

Suguru, his childhood best friend, knows how bad Satoru is with words, and how little to no remorse he has while talking to people, especially to girls. He also knows something else about Satoru, something that nobody, maybe not even himself, is aware of. That's the whole reason why he even invited you here. For the both of you to talk things out.

He planned it all out, pleading and begging you to come, and also loosing his pride in the process, up to the empty room, knowing that only Satoru would know what part of the house would be abandoned during a party, up to talking him into finally talk to you - without any bickering or insulting. An honest talk, just the two of you, nothing else.

"Look", he feels his heart sink into his stomach as he notices your attention is on him. "I-" He stops at the sight of your teary face, every part of his body telling him to just apologize properly, and just leave it be, or kiss it better.

What is he thinking?

"I just want this shit to end. Stop bothering me. Stop pocking around my business. Then we'll be good." Fucking dumbass. He facepalms himself mentally, eyes widening in shock at the sound of your soft giggle.

"Didn't anyone teach you how to apologize?" Looking up at your face again, he can see a faint but visible smile on your face and, thank God, what a relief.

"You know I won't say that."

"Why?"

"Because there is no reason to."

His posture stiffens at the sound of you getting up from the toilet. "Alright then. There's nothing to 'be good' then," You walk past him, back into the room, "I'll leave."

"Wait."

You can hear him entering the room. You smirk to yourself before turning around, ready to see his ego shattering down, and-

"I don't hate you, Y/N."

What?

The smirk quickly washed off your face, confusion replacing it. Was this some sort of joke?

"I'll explain it to you, just-" he sighs, swallowing his pride before continuing, "stay. Please." You're taken aback by his sudden change, the soft and pleading look on his face. He never looked anywhere near unappealing to you, it was just his attitude. But now?

You don't know what's gotten into you, but you feel like staying, like something will happen. Suddenly you're not angry anymore, you're calm, collected, but most of all, curious.

He sighs in relief as you halt your movements, slowly expecting him to continue. His feet drag to the bed, awkwardly sitting at the edge of it as his hand motions you to sit beside him, eyes looking up at you expectantly.

You hesitate at first, you want to turn back and get out, but something just keeps your feet moving, your eyes never leaving his face.

And when you sit beside him, you come to realize how handsome he is up close, observing his bright ocean blue eyes, searching for something you can't explain in them.

You snap back to reality, eyes now looking down at your fingers tapping at your thigh awkwardly. "So?", you whisper into the thin air, for no reason at all. Slowly you look up at him face again, and instead of an answer, you found what you were looking for.

His lips smash onto yours as your eyes widen before you sigh into the kiss in relief, leaning your head into the hand he held up at your cheek. You push right into him, softly crawling onto his lap while your hands tangle into his hair as you feel him shiver underneath you at the feeling of your clothed heat covering his groin.

Breaking the kiss to catch your both's breaths, you look at each other in pure bliss. You lose yourself in his angelic eyes as his flicker from your eyes to your lips expectantly, hoping - no, begging for you to catch on.

"I like you," he curses under his breath once your cunt sits right on his half-hard length, breathing turning ragged, "I really like you."

You catch onto his intention and breath out s light laugh, placing a quick kiss to his lips, causing him to chase after your lips right after, and you bite back a laugh right after. "I figured." Your lips are back on his as you begin to grind your hips against his in a needy manner, a soft moan being swallowed by his lips as his hands firmly hold onto your rear, setting a steady rhythm.

With every move of your hips, the tent in his pants only grows, his hands turn rougher with each friction of your clother cunt against his hard length.

Fuck, he might burst into his pants right now. You look so angelic above him, breaking from the kiss to carefully tearing the shirt from him so you could admire his fine build before softly pushing him onto the sheets, his white hair spread across the silk as his chest heaves with every further inch your delicate fingers took towards his groin with the intention of freeing his aching cock from his painfully tight boxers.

And you do just that, eyes sparkling in anticipation at the sight of his gorgeous cock, pre leaking from the tip as he hisses at the hit of cold air he feels against his head.

"Hah- I-", his head pushes back into the sheets, eyes closing while he lets out a soft whine once your hand contracts around his dick, thumb teasing his slit.

"You what? Cat caught your tongue?", you tease, your other hand occupied with lazily pushing your panties to the side, lifting your hips up, ready to aline his head to your entrance, damp folds eager to feel him inside of you.

He lifts his head up, looking at your exposed cunny right before him, his hand flying up to your hips, squeezing them to get you to halt your actions. "I never did this", he breathes out, cheeks turning into a faint tint of red at your dumbfounded expression. Your hips come back down to rest on his lap, biting your lip, aroused of the idea that you're his first. "Are you serious?" And with his nod, you feel your cunt pulsating in excitement, neck craning down to capture his lips again.

You lift your hips to rest on his exposed cock, wet cunt slowly gliding along his length. Your swollen clit catches onto his end, the both of you moaning into the kiss.

His hips speedily buck up into yours, urging you to slide his plumb tip into your entrance. The firm grip his hands have on your waist guaranteed a leaving impression on your skin - but you don't care.

Not right now, not like this- when you have him of all people imaginable underneath you, his hot breath tickling your nose while his eyes lusted over you, curious of your next move.

You smirk down at him, a breathy laugh escaping you as your hand sneaks down to take hold of his pulsating length, aligning it to your entrance.

And with your gummy walls enveloping his tip in a tight grip, every past lingering grudge flows out of the window. He swallows, hard, head tipping back in pleasure while you inch your hips down further and further, biting your lip to contain your moans.

If there's heaven, this is it. Yes, he had his fair share of make out sessions, girls soaking his fingers and he was no stranger to blowjobs. But this? This feeling, your soft walls hugging his cock so perfectly, as if your pussy was made for him, waiting for him.

"Ohhhhh, f-fuck!-" A strangled whine escapes his lips once you bottom out, sweat forming at his forehead. It feels like you're suffocating him, his breath gets caught in his lungs, his eyes threatening to move to the very back of his skull.

With his face scrunching up in pleasure, one hand leaves the bruising grip on your waist as he tries his best to get up on his elbow, mouth hanging wide open.

"Are you alright?", you breathe out, breathing turning rapid. You can feel each vein of his dick pulsating inside your soaking cunt, your hand brushing across his defined abdomen.

"More than alright", he scoffed, his eyebrows furrowing, now fully propped up against the headboard. His absent hand finds its way to your ass, squeezing it, a desperate gaze inspecting every inch of your body. "Please, move."

And you comply, bracing yourself on his shoulders as you begin a steady pace, breasts bouncing up his face with each movement of your hips.

"Fuckkkkkk, yesyesyes!", his mouth captured your neglected nipple, his wet muscle swiping across the bud whilst his occupied hand harshly squeezes your rear, fat spilling between the gaps of his slender fingers as he roughly moves your hips against his, the newfound rhythm causing him to let out a sob.

Each rut of your hips only makes his love for you grow even stronger, now that you took the most precious thing he claimed to be his as your own, he's sure that this is right. If he had any doubts before this, then it's certain that they now disappeared into the thin air. There's nothing but desperation and desire for you clouding his mind - he needs you, he needs to feel the comfort of your velvet walls, your moans against his lips, your skin against his - you, you you.

Your clit continuously brushes against his pelvic bone. "Mhmmm, right there", you whine, hands desperately clawing at his shoulders with your eyes squeezed shut.

It's almost embarrassing how fast you're threatening to near your release, considering that he was the virgin. On top of that, the he in question being Gojo Satoru. You hated-

Your eyes shoot open, back coming in contact with the silk sheets before you feel his mouth on yours again, his tongue prodding at your lip. "You feel so fucking good, baby", he mumbled against your lips, his hips speed up while his hands roam your body in such a longing manner. "Don't want anything but this", he lifts your leg up his shoulder, straightening his back as he felt a tightness in his stomach. "Nothing 's better but this perfect cunt. Love it so much, fuck- love you, I love you baby."

Wait, why did you hate him again?

You moan at his words, the confusing mist clearing up with each mesmerizing thrust of his hips, your eyes full of admiration when you view him leaving open mouth kisses against your ankle, his eyes never daring to leave yours.

"'m gonna cum, toru- fuckfuckfuck, yes! Don't stop pleaseee-" And with that, you fall into the tantalizing sea of pleasure, sucking your stomach in while reaching your hand to his hip in an attempt to stop him, the pleasure too much for you to bear.

A low groan leaves him at the sound of the nickname you gave him, hips unintentionally speeding up, sweat rolling down his chest. He feels like he's gonna bust any second now, his tip nudging your gummy spot with each stroke, taking the shaky hand on his stomach in his to reach it up to his lips and plant a quick kiss on it.

"A-atta, girl. Fuck, you're so goddamn pretty. Can't last much longer, baby." His glistening eyes look between your bodies, the movement of his hips flattering as he nears his release.

"Shiiiiit, never felt so good in my entire life. Wanna stay inside of you forever. T-think I'm gonna cum."

The sight of your spasming cunt spurting against his lower abdomen was enough for him to burst right inside your welcoming hole, one last drive of his hips following to dwell a little longer in the pleasure before pulling out of your hole.

His body slumps onto of yours, nuzzling his head into your neck. You let out a breathy giggle, still out of breath, as your hand reaches up to stroke his hair affectionately.

Soon, the both of your breathings calm down, silence drowning the room, no one daring to continue where you left off.

"You sure this was your first time?", you joke, earning a laugh from the young man. He lifts his head, eyes locking with yours. "I'm a natural, you know."

You hide your laugh while turning to the side. His eyes roam your face with pure affection, love struck from your wholehearted laugh and suddenly, he regrets every past resentment he had against you.

" You're so damn pretty", he whispers, causing you to turn and look at him, his eyes wandering aver your features. "I'm serious", he continues, in answer to your skeptical stare.

It was weird, seeing his usual distasteful expression being replaced by such an adoring gaze, tempting you to look into his ocean kissed eyes for all eternity.

Every past resentment you had against him long forgotten, the future the only thing occupying your mind now. If he's really serious, could you both-

"Let me make it up to you."

You snap out of your thoughts, perplexed by his words. Before you can say anything, he continues.

" Take you out on a date. A proper date. Apologize for real." He takes a deep breath before opening his mouth again, nervous about what was about to come.

"I was serious about earlier, you know. I really do like you. I'm just-" he breathes out, trying to find the right words.

"An asshole?", you answer for him, earning a quick laugh in return. "Yeah. A big one at that." he raises from his position, looking down at you, almost pleading for your approval. "Please, y/n. I'll do anything for you to make it up. Give this - us a chance."

You look up at him, a small smile on your face. "Please," he whispered again once you sit up, carefully taking your hand in his, eyes pleading for a response.

Once your hand reaches up for his cheek, stroking it lovingly while you place a fond kiss against his lips, he got the answer he always wanted.

"Okay, let's try."

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Hooooked!

SYNOPSIS. Requested by anon ↳ ❝ [...PLEASEEE may I request the LADS guys getting so lost in the sauce that they don’t realize that they forgot to put on a condom until it’s too late and then they see the evidence coming out 🫠] ¡! ❞

A/N; MAMA IS BACK! Finallyyyyy got this out now. And yes, did husband!zayne again. I'm a sucker for him sue me. Next up on the list are some more requests I'm working on. Enjoy my sweet darlings mwah <33

TAGS. NSFW /DARK CONTENT! MDNI! unprotected intercourse(duh). implied dubcon/manipulation. püssydrunk guys. size k!nk. breed!ng. dirty talk. nicknames. overstim in xav's. kinda subby/desperate xavier. tipsy!zayne. husband!zayne. Zayne's actually loosing it lmao. mention of kids in Zayne's. tummy buldge. overstim on reader. kinda brattamer!caleb. possesive caleb. praise.

RAFAYEL ★ Pound first, think later. ~ 1.3k

Plap! plap! plap!

There's just a low hum of low, sultry music playing from a speaker in the corner, but even that is drowned out by the slick, obscene sounds of Rafayel's hips slamming into yours.

"Raf—con— nghhh! condom," your gaspy voice catches, half-mangled between the ruthless crush of his mouth on yours, barely getting your words out.

He swallows most of it with a kiss so deep it knocks your breath loose, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before his tongue slides back in, wet muscle eagely tangling with yours.

And no, he didn't reach for a condom. Didn't even spare a glance toward the bedside drawer.

He's not even thinking. Not with his head, anyway. Not when every inhale he takes is laced with your sweet addicting scent and every exhale of his a hungry growl against your lips.

He's too far gone. Too drunk on your taste, the slight stutter in your voice, your—

He slips out again— cock slick and twitching against your folds, grinding the fat, leaking crown against your clit with such blunt pressure that your spine jerks up off the mattress, a wrecked cry slipping from your throat.

"F-fuck, no, nonono—" he pants, eyes wide in panic and breathless as he grips your hips harder, dragging you back toward him, aligning himself right back at your clenching hole.

Oh, that nasty clench of your feisty pussy almost made him burst his load right into—

Wait. He can't.

"Shhhh, cutie," he slurs, pupils blown wide as he pushes the thick head back to your entrance, spreading your shaking legs even further apart, "don't gotta break that pretty little mind thinkin' about it. Just let me— fuckkkk, cutie—"

Poor, poor Rafayel.

He just wants to feel you a little longer, wants to scrape your cervix for just a minute longer, dwell in the feeling of your warm cunny before he pulls out.

"P-promise I'll pull out, just a little longer, then m' gonna get the—" Right then he halts his breath, hands griping a smacking handful of your thighs, firmly pushing them apart to gawk at your sobbing cunt, desperatly clenching just around his tip, threatening to suck him in deeper, "—condom."

Yeah, right.

The thick, bulking head of his cock pushes back past your folds, spreaaading them like the red sea, so slow and calculated, just enough to stretch you wide at the tip and make your breath seize in your lungs.

"Can't you feel it? P-pleaseee cutie," whispers, grinding his hips in circles to smear himself all over your entrance, teasing your greedy cunny as it twitches and grips around his mushroomy head. "Feels good, yeah? You feel it, right? Riiiight? C-c'mon... Gonna make you cum reallll good."

He doesn't let you answer, let alone let out a sound before his lips are back on yours, lewd sounds of tongues clashing and teeth smacking almost drowning out the loud smack smack smacking of his firm hips against your plush thighs.

Almost.

Shallow, greedy thrusts follow, punching your sweet spot with such precision it makes your eyes roll back and mouth fall agape, granting him further entrance into your mouth.

He's going to eat you alive at this point.

His hunger is almost unbearable at this point and you keen beneath him, back arching clear off the sheets, legs twitching, threatening to tremble as you suck your tummy in.

Actually, they already do.

"Just—just wanna feel you. Need it, baby." His voice is ragged, like he's barely holding himself together. "Can't wait. Can't—fuck, I need you."

And he's mere seconds away from snapping, sanity holding onto a tiny threat so thin, it might aswell already have snapped in two.

Doin' so good, sweetheart." he groans, thick girth diving into your depths, knocking at your g-spot like it's a headshot to a wanted target over and over again, your fluttering cunt screaming out obscene sound after sound. "Taking me so well—s-shiiiiit!— 'm not gonna last. You feel unreal. Fuckin' unreal, baby."

His rhythm stutters for just a second, his body betraying him, and that's when it starts to crack.

That's when he starts to crack.

You feel the shift, feel the snap in him. His thrusts falter, not from weakness but from overload, the pleasure starting to short-circuit his brain.

His breath comes in harsh, quick gasps, chest heaving as his muscles tremble with the strain of keeping himself steady. His cock pulses deep inside you, wide and twitching like he's right on the edge, trying to stave it off, trying to hold on, but he's already gone too far.

"Raf, baby. Don't forget the— nghhhh! C-condom!" you rush out followed by a moan from the depth of your throat, his head already in the crook of your neck, plastering it with kisses and maybe even an accidental bite to your nape.

Right, there was still something.

He lifts his head, eyes wide as realization hits him— but he knows he's not going to pull out any time soon.

Because he physically can't.

And fuck, his pitiful expression alone is enough to make your pussy clench like a vice around him, wrench, wrench, wrenching him like your life depends on it, so close to the edge yourself.

That coral gaze burns straight through you, so blazing and ravenous, dripping with heat and panic searching for something behind your glazed iris.

"T-tight fuckin' thing. So damn tight. Gonna cum, yeah?"

It's lust stripped down to its bare bones— his pupils blown, rimmed with color like sunset bleeding into dusk, and the way he looks at you, like you're his last meal.

He's close. And it's scaring him. Wrecking him.

Voice low and shredded now, soaked with pleasure and darker things, almost broken with how badly he wants to cum—wants to cum in you.

"You don't even know what your fuckin' cunny is doing ta' me, cutie," he rasps, fucking into you harder now, deeper, angling up to punch that sweet spot with every desperate thrust.

But you do. Oh, you do.

Hips snapping against you like he's chasing something he'll never reach, and he plants one hand against the headboard to keep himself upright, shaking all over, barely holding on. The other is locked tight on your thigh, hiking it up towards your shoulder, keeping you locked in place. Like if you so much as tried to move away, rob him from your snug tunnel, he'd lose it.

"Drivin' me fucking insane," he growls, voice cracked open and fucked-out.

Your brain stutters mid-thrust—just enough clarity to gasp out, voice high and shaky, "Wait—hnghhh! Raf', you gotta—"

"Hahhh? Gotta make my pretty baby cum?"

Now he's tasting his release at the tip of his tongue, completely lost and utterly mad from the sound of your clenching pussy alone, balls tightening up, tip ready to burst his load out. "Yeahhhhh, ya got it, baby."

"Mhmm! M' c-cummin', Raf'! Fuh-fuckkkk!"

A cry tears from your throat on cue as your body clamps down, your legs trembling, thighs shacking as a violent orgasm tears through you, every fiber of your being burning hot as your vision goes blank and you forget every scolding thought you had in your mind.

He pauses for half a second before he begins to pound you again, steadier now, dedicated even, both veiny hands firmly folding you into a meanacing mating-press.

"You got it, all of it. Yes, cream 'round me js' like that— Yesyeseyes— fuckkkk baby m' sorry m'—"

He's not.

His balls draw up tight, cock swelling deep inside you with that final, desperate pulse.

Then he bursts. Hot, thick ropes of cum spill straight into your cunt, gushing right up against your cervix.

It's too much—sticky and endless, flooding you full until it's leaking out around him in messy drips, your body milking every last drop like it needs it.

And then his eyes snap up to yours, wide, in a daze.

"Babyyyyy—I didn't— was going to, I meant to—"

But his hips twitch forward again. He can't help it.

He can't help but slip out out and watch the aftermath in awe, watch his cum overflowing your overstimulated cunt as you deserately try to keep it all in, droplets drip drip dripping down the curve of your ass.

"Y-you made a whole big mess, Raf'! I told you to—"

The words die on your tongue the second you catch his face—flushed, lips parted, eyes glowing that deep coral pink and brimming with guilt and hunger. Wrecked. Maybe even a tiny bit sorry.

"C-can I make it up to you by eating it outta ya?"

ZAYNE ⋆ ★ Can't Wait. ~1.2k

Zayne's a lightweight. Always has been.

It shows, too. In the flushed pink blooming across his cheeks, the tips of his ears going all red like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't.

Your sweet husband's never been good at hiding how much he wants you. But when there's just the tiniest bit of liquor in his system? A little heat in his blood, a little buzz under his skin?

Then he's shameless. Dangerous, even.

That black button-up from your night out is hanging off his shoulders, halfway undone, unbothered to fix it, wanting you to notice. His wedding band clinks against your waist as his hands roam your hips, fumbling for the strap on your shoulder to greedily expose your perky tits.

Eyes locked on you— the only thing his eyes are trained on.

"You looked so hot all night," he mumbles against your neck, voice syrupy, breath reeking of a faint liquor and sin, "All dolled up, just for your husband, hm?"

Once your back hits the front door from the inside as soon as he closed it, he kisses you with such a feverous hunger, so clumsily sloppy.

Teeth and tongue and all heat, hands pawing at your now exposed tits, then thighs as his mouth sinks to catch your stiff nipple.

"Zayne, what's gotten into y—"

"You."

His thigh shoves between yours, grinding up until you're letting out an embarrassed squeak, one of your legs hitching up around his hip as he urges you to swing the other around to, carrying you to the next best surface— the kitchen counter— in a hurry.

"It's alllll you, darling." His words are muffled against your skin, his hands eagerly riding up your breathtaking dress to snake his fingers into your soaked through panties. "My pretty little wife makes me lose my head, you know. Can barely recognize myself."

"Zayne, baby," you try, breathless, tugging at the back of his collar to catch his attention to your face. "Sure it's not just the alcohol? Maybe we should get to bed, the condoms are also there—"

"S-shhhh", he slurs, glasses nearly slipping down the bridge of his nose as he hovers over you, "Is it a crime to worship my wife for a little while?"

In this case, it should be. Because whatever this is, it's torture.

His fingers fumble with his belt, all cocky and tipsy as he palms himself through his boxers. The fabric's soaked where his cock's been leaking all night, a fat wet spot darkening the white cotton. He's been hard since the moment you stepped out for that restaurant you've been wanting to go for ages now, thick, angry red crown twitching on his hand.

You whine in protest until your panties are torn and tossed onto the floor, his cock already smearing it's pre across your slick folds. "Just a second, Mmm-hmmm, then we'll go to bed and— f-fuckkk."

Yeah, he messed up.

"G-go to bed and I'll get the c-condom. Juuuuust a second, darlin'."

He trails off when his hand yanks your panties to the side, then off entirely, a quick, lazy tear splitting the seam as he tosses the ruined scrap onto the floor behind him.

That second becomes two. Then five.

Then he's already carrying you toward the couch, tripping over a thing or two, lips never leaving yours. One knee hits the cushion, then the next, and you fall with him, laughing into his mouth until it turns into a gasp, because his rigid length is already poking at your clenching hole, bulky cockhead pushhhhing past it.

His lips trail down your throat, mouthing at your pulse, siver wedding ring cold where it squeezes your tit, making you hiss as it catches onto your nipple.

At this point, you don't think he'll be able to—

"Can't wait,"

Ah.

"I won't go all the way but please, I don't think you understand, darling," he's a panting mess, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, glasses askew. His hips stutter between your thighs, cock heavy and leaking as he rocks through your folds, sometimes pushing the tip into your quivering pussy, "I need to feel you around me right now."

"Oh-okay. But you gotta promise, Zayne."

"Yeah, yeah— Ohhh, what sweet, pretty pussy my darling wife has on her."

Oh, and your husband's also a terrible liar.

Because the second the words leave your mouth, he's already in, squelch squelch squelching sounds echoing as he plumbs your weak hole full of his hefty length.

His hips jerk, sloppy and desperate, punching his cock deeper with every thrust. That thick, angry swell at the base catches on your entrance, making you jolt, back arching off the couch as he bullies past your clenching walls.

He moans into your shoulder, cock twitching as your cunt clamps down like a vice. It's too much. Too tight. Too good and he's wondering if he's actually drunk.

Yeah, he's drunk on your pussy. Gone.

"You're—hahhh— toooo good to me," he whimpers, teeth grit, face buried in your neck, glasses hanging onto a thread. "Too good— sooo good, baby."

You keen, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively as thick veins draaaaag along your walls and paint them with every twitch of his slit, eyes rolling, mouth slack, hips grinding into yours, roughly against your clit like he's a goddamn mutt.

"Zayne? Your glasses, darling—hnghhh!—t-they're gonna break on the floor."

"Fuck that shit."

His language is filthy, not caring about his glasses falling off and onto the floor, not caring about anything but your crying pussy gushing around him each time he hits your cervix.

"I don't give a shit, sweetheart," voice coming out as a snarl, pace roughening, cock battering your g-spot with every brutal stroke of his. "Not when your pussy's this—hahhh—fuckin' heavenly."

Your nails scrape down his back as he pounds into you, rougher now, like he's trying to fuck every thought right out of your head.

And honestly? You're not far off.

Panting heavy, he's biting your shoulder, hips snapping into you with eagerness so reckless you can feel his hot slick crown damn near in your womb.

His eyes are glassy, mouth hanging open as he watches the way your greedy pussy takes him so well and with such shameless need, he swears he can hear her cry for more.

"Pussy's so fuckin' good— shiiiit!" he slurs, obviously drunk off more than just booze by now. "Can't think straight, c-can't—fuh-fuckkk!— M' gonna cum, darlin'—"

"Z-Zayne! The fuckin' c-con— nghhh! Don't stop, don't—"

Forceful orgasm cutting your words off as you become a squirting mess, clamping and clawing at his base as he continues his assault on your poor, overstimulated cunny, juices spraying everywhere.

"Justttt like that, darlin', mhmmm. G-gonna fill my pretty wife up, have you all round and glowing, yeah?" he spurts out, slamming into you one final time then freezes, cock buried to the hilt as he floods you with his whispy spurts of cum. Thick, hot ropes paint your insides white, dripping out the second he pulses again.

His whole body trembles, arms giving out as he collapses on top of you, still twitching deep inside.

He tries to pull out—he really does—but the second his eyes land on your stuffed tummy, his eyes roll to the back of his head, hips already rutting back against you again.

"Ohhh my darling wife", he hums, nose buried in the crook of your sweat-slicked neck, drowning in your scent. He inhales deep, moaning like he's high off it, and that's when you realize, truly realize, just how far gone he is.

How drunk. How pussy-drunk. You-drunk.

His cock grinds even deeper, rutting into the deepest, most tender part of you as he whispers filth into your skin.

"Think it's time to consider a baby, hm?"

XAVIER ★ Pull out game... nonexistent? ~1.1k

"D-don't forget to pull out, 'kay?"

Your voice is light, barely a breath as you throw a look over your shoulder, eyes glinting with a warning that's too soft to land.

Xavier's already doomed. You both know it.

And he's already regretting everything.

Not you. Just the lazy-ass promise he made two minutes ago, when his morning wood was grinding slow and warm against your ass, and he was too blissed out on his day off to reach for a condom.

'Just a quick feel', he muttered in his grumpy morning voice, 'Gonna pull out. I promise', he said.

Even he didn't believe himself when he said it.

Now buried in you to the hilt, and the second your cunt sucked him in, wet and hungry and tight as sin, he knew he wasn't going to make it.

And it's his own damn fault.

You clench around him greedily, milking him already, and his breath punches out in a curse. He knows he should pull out. He told you he would. But all he can think about is how good you feel, how wet you are, how your cunt keeps sucking him deeper like you want him to stay.

"S-shitttt," he groans, forehead pressed to the back of your shoulder, hips twitching helplessly. "I'm—shit— I dunno, angel."

"Then get a condom, Xav'. It's alright if you can't handle it." And you're so cruel, saying it as a purr, clenching hard around his cock right as he's trying to pull back, locking him in place with your feisty cunt, strangling not only his cock, but also his ego.

A frustrated grunt rumbles from his throat because you know damn well he won't.

Get out of this? Out of you? And physically stand up?

Yeah. Over his dead fucking body.

"N-noooo—" he whines, arms trembling beside your body as he sinks back in deeper, grinding slow like he needs it more than oxygen. "I can take it, I swear— promise, angel. J-just don't make me leave."

"Oh-okay, Xav'," you moan, draaaagging it out with a long and mean breath as his swollen head knock knock knocks against the entrance of your womb, "Just keep g-going—ohhh yesss! Right there—!"

Violent shiver running through his body, cock twitching deep. The slit's drooling now, spilling steady heat into your cunt in thick little pulses, leaking.

"Shit, angel, d-don't say it like that," he pants, rutting into you now with slow, needy thrusts, teeth gritted. "You're making it so fucking hard to be good— so fucking hard—"

His teeth grit, breath catching in his throat, a stifled groan dragging up from somewhere deep in his chest as he tries to keep the rhythm steady. But he's failing badly.

Thrusts getting messier now, still slow, but shaky, cock twitching with every stroke because his body knows what's coming, building and building no matter how hard he fights it.

And to be honest, he's not even trying to fight the storm coming.

Not when you clamp down on him, a hicup fleeing past your lips as you feel every ridged vein adoring his pulsating dick.

"P-princessss, need to feel you cumming 'round me," he whines, long and runny tone causing your clit to pulsate, his fingers already finding comfort on the abandoned button, "Gonna be the death of me— gonna k-kill me with this pussy."

And yet his hips keep rocking into you, slam slam slam— sooo deep you can barely think straight. Deeper now. Harder.

Because if he's going down, he's taking you with him.

You're a gasping mess as you cum around him, sobbing on every thrust, thighs shaking, nails clawing back at his scalp as he fucks you through your orgasm, pussy spurting juices all over the base of his cock.

"Nnnngh!—you're so messy, Xav'," you croon, rocking back to take him even deeper, riding out your high, grinding your ass against his hips until his cock reaches that spot inside you, creating a buldge at your lower belly, "J-just give up—"

Right then, you hear it in his voice when he cracks.

"F-fuck no."

He fucking whimpers, cock throbbing violently as he stays buried inside you, his tip drooling more sticky pre that seeps out with every grind.

"Fuck—fuckfuckfuck—quit— squeezin' me like that— I can't—!"

But his words betray his body since his cock slams into your deepest spot with every stroke, the wet slap slap slapping of skin filling the clouded room, making your overstimulated cunt cry out.

"Then pull out," you bite, tilting your head back with the last strength you muster to look at him, eyes daringly sinful.

Wait. Waitwaitwait—

His eyes are glassy. Lips parted. Chest heaving.

"I—I can't, angel," he whines, voice all breath and heat, hips grinding in deeper even as he says it. "You're too mean—fuckkkk—milkin' me dryyyyy— h-hahhhh!—Can't even think—"

You feel the way his rhythm goes ragged, his whole body locking up behind you. He's fighting it, really fighting it, his muscles shaking, jaw clenched, hips jerking in shallow, stuttering thrusts.

"G-gonna take it, right? C'mon, princess, Just this— hnghhhh!— once."

But his cock's twitching like mad. And his balls are mere seconds close to burst out a fresh, sticky load.

With a strangled cry his hips slam forward, cock buried as deep as he can possibly get, grinding in hard as he spills inside you, thick and hot and so much.

You feel his cum flooding your pussy in long, pulsing spurts, painting your walls, dripping out around the base of his cock and onto the tangled sheets as he whines into your skin, thrusting through it.

"Fuhh-ckkkk!" he moans, drawn-out and helpless, hips jerking with every spurt, every twitch. "'M so sorry—fuck, I tried— swearrrr I tried to—"

But he doesn't even bother finishing, not with the way your eyes cut over your shoulder like a blade before your fingers tangle tight in his messy hay-blonde hair and yank him down into a wet, filthy kiss that makes him whimper right into you.

Back arched into him, tongue tangling with his as you both chase the last euphoric waves of pleasure by grinding like wild mutts against each other.

"Mmnn... I know," you shakily whisper, light giggle following suit against his pouty lips, "Tried s-soooo hard, didn't you?"

And he nods like a lost puppy, breath stuttering as his glossy lips tremble once you cage them between your lips.

Your grinding back against his hips in a rhythm that makes his thighs tremble and his cock jolt again, squishing out more of that thick mess he just dumped in you.

Now that he fucked up, might aswell make the most of it, no?

"Mhmmm", he hums in a daze, cock already twitching back to life inside you, eager rutts against your ass causing the sticky mess inside you to flood out between your pressed thighs,

"One more try, yeah? G-gonna pull out this time."

Famous last words.

SYLUS ★ Alllll in. ~1k

"I'm a lucky man."

His mouth brushes your ear, breath hot as he groans, the words vibrating right against your skin. One big hand caresses the side of your throat while the other spreads your thigh wider, pressing you open.

"Mmmm-hmmm," he growls, voice rough, cock sliding between your drenched folds at an almost eratic pace. The heavy head keeps nudging your clit, slick and angry, "Very lucky indeed."

Choking on a moan, your back arches when the thick, leaking crown of his cock drags through your folds again, smearing slick and pre along your thumbing clit.

"Had a rough night. Deal went to shit," he murmurs, though his voice betrays him—strained, desperate, twitching against your hole like his cock has a mind of its own, "But my sweet princess'll help me out, right? Give me a little pep-talk?"

"Yeah, right. Since when are you so- nghhh!- so tame?"

"Since now," he pants, nudging the angry tip right into your squeaking hole, your pussy already locking his tip in a headlock, "Enjoy it while it lasts and let me in, sweetie. I won't move. Promise."

Lie. Big fat lie.

Narrow eyes of yours stare him down just as his lips curl into a cheeky, smirk, slowwwwly forcing his massive size to push your poor walls apart.

You're not even trying to squeeze him, but your cunt is already fluttering around him, soaking wet from how pent-up he is. Gripping your waist with an iron-clad hold, trying so damn hard to stay still, but every twitch of your walls makes him flinch, throb.

It's impossible.

Now he's already bullying his way through your wails and shrieks, halfway in, dragging your pussy open inch by massive fucking inch, because he's trying so hard not to ruin you on the spot and pump you full of—

Wait. There's something... off. Something missing.

"Shoooo big, Sy'! Can't—hahhh!— I can't! M' so full!"

Maybe it's just in his head.

You shudder, overwhelmed by heat and stretch and the gush of pre smearing your walls.

Right then your orgasm hits hard, embarrassingly fast, dragging another cry from your lips as your pussy clenches around his cock again, pulling more grunts from his mouth.

You're already fucked-out, hips buck again greedily, stretch dizzying, walls clamping down with gluttonous need, and his breath catches with a hard shudder. Thighs locking tighter around his waist, holding him in, dragging him deeper.

Minutes tick by, or seconds, he can't tell, until his hips start to rock in tiny, traitorous movements.

Your cry cuts off into a gasp as his hips find a brutal rhythm, heavy balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. Every ridge, every vein drags inside you, scraping his memoir into your walls.

God, he could die like this.

Eyes rolling, cock buried balls-deep in the warm clutch of your cunt, so moist and snug and just a little too cramped, your selfish cunny milking him for everything he's worth. Drowning in your whimpers, in the slap of slick skin, in the way your hands claw up his back for more.

It's perfect. Too perfect. Too bare.

Wait.

Wait—oh fuck.

He goes still mid-thrust, chest heaving, eyes wide and glossy as it hits him that he never put on the damn condom.

"Shit."

"Hmmm? Something wrong, Sy'?"

He's the Sylus, goddamnit. The ruler of the underground. But not here. Not when you're wrapped around him like this. Not when you're so hot, so loud, so feisty, and dripping down his length every time he pulls back just to thrust in again.

"Fuck's sake," he grits out, face buried in your neck like he's ashamed of himself, voice nearly unrecognizable. "I should—mmmh—I need to pull out."

But he doesn't. Can't. Not when your cunt squeezes him like velvet vice, not when your arms wind tighter around his neck and your hips grind up like you want him to ruin you.

"Hmm? What's that? C-can't focus when youhhh— ohhh!— in sooo deep, baby."

"Mhmmm, couldn't even get a condom because you're such a bratty little thing," he groans, voice going hoarse as he thrusts his fat tip right against your cervix with one forceful rut, barely holding on, "She's pulling me in, sweetie."

The bed rocks under the force of his shots, every sharp roll of his hips knocking the air from your lungs. The obscene, filthy sounds of your bodies say everything needing to be said.

"Whose fault is that, darling?" he grits out through clenched teeth, dragging his hands up your ribs to cup your face.

Fake it till you make it, I guess.

"Mhm! My fault, s' my fault Sy'!," you stammer, eyes glassy, mind running a thousand miles as he knocks your breath out again and again and—

"Now that's right," he huffs, forehead pressed against yours, a whimper catching in his throat as he eyes the heavy buldge at the pit of your tummy, "That's my good girl. Gonna let me cum inside, hm? Fill you up?"

"Mhmmm! Wanna feel it, allll of it Sy! Make me a m-mommy!"

Now you've done it.

Sylus's eyes roll back, face flushed, sweat pearling at his temple. He's trembling, so fucking close.

He's cumming before his mind even catches up, hips stuttering, breath leaving from his lungs as his body clamps against yours. A broken groan rips from his throat as he spurts buckets of pearly white cum into your womb, rutting in deep to make sure you take all of it.

"S-shit, sweetie," he hisses, forehead dropping to yours, ruby eyes blown wide and dazed, "feels good, hmm?"

You can't answer. Clenching, twitching, overwhelmed tears brimming at the corners of your eyes from how deep he hits without even moving, some of his cum escaping down the curve of your ass.

Pressing a weak, sloppy open-mouthed-kiss to his temple, your heart's hammering as the slow pulse of his cum inside you makes you more excited by the second, unconciously humbing up into him.

"A-again. Want you to fill me up again, Sy'."

"Again, huh? Now you're being greedy, sweetheart." He punctuates it with a sharp thrust, one that makes your whole body jolt, makes you yelp, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Whatever my sweet girl wants", he ushers against your puckered lips, dick twitching inside your cramped cunny, "she'll get."

Well, once you have tasted blood, you'll always want more.

CALEB ★ Home sweet home. ~1.2k

"W-what?"

"Condom, Cay'."

"Y-yeah right, condom. Gotta get it. Gotta—"

You're cruel. So very cruel.

Tangled together on the bed, your bodies slick with sweat, breaths rapid. Caleb's fingers dig into your hips as you impatiently grind your slick, exposed cunny over his stiff length, dragging it up right against his tip.

"Mhhh, hurryyyy! Wanna feel you already!"

Right then a fat bead of pre spurts from his slit, kissing your clit with a shining glee and you damn near sob, biting down hard on your bottom lip to stop the filthy little sound clawing up your throat.

"One sec' pips'. Just one second, m' gonna get it— fuck!"

He tries. He tries to lift you off, shaky hands fumbling at your waist.

"Just pull out and stop. t-talking."

But it's you who slid down on his tip, thighs slapping against his as you take him in to the hilt in one greedy push, his hefty girth streeeetching your out instantly, a loud squeak! resounding as his crown thumbs against your cervix.

Or did he drag you down, fists clenched tight around your waist?

Actually, it doesn't even matter anymore.

"Jesus Christ, baby," he groans, voice so thick with lust it's barely human anymore. "L-lemme get it, m' gonna—"

His voice cracks, almost a panic as his hands tighten on your waist, trembling, begging you to just slow down with each twitch of his fingers, cock twitching inside you since he's already right on his fucking limit.

He tries again. Hands push at your hips, trembling, uncoordinated, unable to decide if he wants to get you off him or fuck up into you on repeat.

"Wait—just lemme grab it, baby, j-just for a seco—"

"O-ohhh! I don't care anymore!" Your high-pitched tantrum throws him off, your hips grinding doen hard onto him in a hurry, so needy and shameless that he can't help but buck his hips upwards, stealing a pleased sigh from you.

You drop your hips again, soaked pussy swallowing him whole, strangling his pumping length and that's it. That's fucking it.

"Fuckin' hell," suddenly his grip turns firm, fingers digging into your flesh, forcing you down with a loud slap! of skin to skin. "Really? Ya' don't care anymore? Really want me ta' beat this pussy up?"

SLAP!

His hands slam down onto your ass, big palms grabbing, spreading, slapping, the poor flesh turning red on impact. And you jolt in his hold, clit thumb thumb thumbing like it has it's own heartbeat.

"Shit! Yer' fuckin'—nghhh!— gonna make me lose it," he pants, snapping his hips up into you dwelling in the suffocating hold of your soothing walls. "Ya' like that? Like ridin' me raw? Knocking this greedy pussy up? "

Desperate nod saying more than words could, you bounce up and down, up and down, tight pussy fixed around him, screaming in protest every time you surge up with loud, protesting gush gush gushes.

"Dirty fuckin' girl."

He grabs your ass again, harder this time, fingers sinking in, dragging you down with each thrust, eyes fixated on the delicious buldge of his fat cockhead bump bump bumping in your gut.

"Couldn't even wait, huh? Had ta' sit on my cock like the needy girl ya' are. Didn't even let me grab the fuh-fuckin'— shiiiiit!—"

Smack!

Another harsh slap ripples the fat of your rear, sharp but yet so perfect, the sting making you moan out, embarrasingly so, only further making your walls constrict around his hefty girth.

"Ya' want me to lose it, hah? Wanna make me forget everything but this feisty lil' pussy?"

You nod, nails dragging down his back. "Yessss! Pleaseeeee! Wan' you to fuck me stupid! Wanna c-cum!"

Forehead pressed to yours, he's fucking up into you with vicious intend, "Yeahhhh, yer' gonna get it. Gonna make you cum so gooood, pips' Js' let go f' me, yeah?"

And just like that, you break apart, body feeling like it's been lit on fire as you twitch around him uncontrollably, gushing your squirting sap alllll over his pelvic area.

"A-attaaaaa girl", he's watching you come undone, gripping your hips tight enough to bruise as he fucks you through your high, staring down at the mess you made in awe.

You're both drenched in it.

"What a beautiful mess," he pants, still pistoning his cock right against your g-spot, dragging your orgasm out. "Look at that pretty pussy squirtin' allll over me."

He's a pussy-drunk mess by now, cock still hard and throbbing inside your overstimulated cunt as she eagerly milks his cock, desperate for him to fill you up with his hot cum.

"Fuckkkk, I missed this. Missed you, this sweet little cunt, squeezin' 'round me. It's been sooo long."

You're panting now, still in shock from your orgasm, hips rocking against his, "B-but, Cay' we just did it y-yesterday—"

"That's wayyyy to long f' me."

You're whining, squirming in his lap, but he just has a crazed look, hungry, bucking his hips up, teasing the entrance of your womb with smooches.

He leans back slightly one hand gripping your ass, the other spreading you open so he can observe your stuffed cunny struggling to hold him in.

"Look at ya'," he mutters, half in awe, half in madness, "Gonna stuff ya' full till yer' leaking 'round me, till all you can think about is me, me, me—"

So close to his own wit's end, he's doing his best to focus on the delicious squelch of your stuttering pussy, heavy, fast breaths barely calming his racing heart down.

"God, you feel so good," he rasps, breath hitching. "So warm, so wet, 'm gonna cum, baby. Gonna fill you up."

You're clawing at his shoulders now, legs buckling as you feel your second high approching slyly. Every thrust sounds wetter than the last, his balls slapping your ass with every rushed snap of his hips.

Your moans are getting higher. His pace is getting sloppy. He's right there.

"No condom, no nothin'," he murmurs, forehead pressing against yours as he slowly, slowly inches the fat head inside, your walls stretching around him like they were made to take him bare. "You’re just gonna fuck me raw like this, huh? Gonna stuff you full till you're leaking around me, till all you can think about is me, me, me—"

He inches the fat head back in again, and your walls stretch, trembling, sucking him in until—

"Yesyesyes— fuckkk!—"

Your cry breaks into a sob as your body locks up around him. Caleb barely gets a breath before he's falling with you, mouth hanging slack as his hips jerk once, twice, and then he spills his thick load of fresh whites into you.

"Ooouhhhh! Cay-caleb!"

You sob, cunt spasming, milking him through it as your second orgasm rips through you, so intense your thighs shake, whole body shuddering in his lap, falling onto his sweaty, heaving chest.

"You're so fuckin' hot."

He's dazed, cock still twitching, slit spurting out the last wispy ropes inside you while his cum leaks out around the base in sticky dribbles, his locked gaze snapping up to your flustered face, sleazy grin twitching up his lips.

"Think m' addicted now."

Pff. As if he wasn't already whipped the second you climbed into his lap.

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Hooooked!

SYNOPSIS. Requested by anon ↳ ❝ [...PLEASEEE may I request the LADS guys getting so lost in the sauce that they don’t realize that they forgot to put on a condom until it’s too late and then they see the evidence coming out 🫠] ¡! ❞

A/N; MAMA IS BACK! Finallyyyyy got this out now. And yes, did husband!zayne again. I'm a sucker for him sue me. Next up on the list are some more requests I'm working on. Enjoy my sweet darlings mwah <33

TAGS. NSFW /DARK CONTENT! MDNI! unprotected intercourse(duh). implied dubcon/manipulation. püssydrunk guys. size k!nk. breed!ng. dirty talk. nicknames. overstim in xav's. kinda subby/desperate xavier. tipsy!zayne. husband!zayne. Zayne's actually loosing it lmao. mention of kids in Zayne's. tummy buldge. overstim on reader. kinda brattamer!caleb. possesive caleb. praise.

RAFAYEL ★ Pound first, think later. ~ 1.3k

Plap! plap! plap!

There's just a low hum of low, sultry music playing from a speaker in the corner, but even that is drowned out by the slick, obscene sounds of Rafayel's hips slamming into yours.

"Raf—con— nghhh! condom," your gaspy voice catches, half-mangled between the ruthless crush of his mouth on yours, barely getting your words out.

He swallows most of it with a kiss so deep it knocks your breath loose, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before his tongue slides back in, wet muscle eagely tangling with yours.

And no, he didn't reach for a condom. Didn't even spare a glance toward the bedside drawer.

He's not even thinking. Not with his head, anyway. Not when every inhale he takes is laced with your sweet addicting scent and every exhale of his a hungry growl against your lips.

He's too far gone. Too drunk on your taste, the slight stutter in your voice, your—

He slips out again— cock slick and twitching against your folds, grinding the fat, leaking crown against your clit with such blunt pressure that your spine jerks up off the mattress, a wrecked cry slipping from your throat.

"F-fuck, no, nonono—" he pants, eyes wide in panic and breathless as he grips your hips harder, dragging you back toward him, aligning himself right back at your clenching hole.

Oh, that nasty clench of your feisty pussy almost made him burst his load right into—

Wait. He can't.

"Shhhh, cutie," he slurs, pupils blown wide as he pushes the thick head back to your entrance, spreading your shaking legs even further apart, "don't gotta break that pretty little mind thinkin' about it. Just let me— fuckkkk, cutie—"

Poor, poor Rafayel.

He just wants to feel you a little longer, wants to scrape your cervix for just a minute longer, dwell in the feeling of your warm cunny before he pulls out.

"P-promise I'll pull out, just a little longer, then m' gonna get the—" Right then he halts his breath, hands griping a smacking handful of your thighs, firmly pushing them apart to gawk at your sobbing cunt, desperatly clenching just around his tip, threatening to suck him in deeper, "—condom."

Yeah, right.

The thick, bulking head of his cock pushes back past your folds, spreaaading them like the red sea, so slow and calculated, just enough to stretch you wide at the tip and make your breath seize in your lungs.

"Can't you feel it? P-pleaseee cutie," whispers, grinding his hips in circles to smear himself all over your entrance, teasing your greedy cunny as it twitches and grips around his mushroomy head. "Feels good, yeah? You feel it, right? Riiiight? C-c'mon... Gonna make you cum reallll good."

He doesn't let you answer, let alone let out a sound before his lips are back on yours, lewd sounds of tongues clashing and teeth smacking almost drowning out the loud smack smack smacking of his firm hips against your plush thighs.

Almost.

Shallow, greedy thrusts follow, punching your sweet spot with such precision it makes your eyes roll back and mouth fall agape, granting him further entrance into your mouth.

He's going to eat you alive at this point.

His hunger is almost unbearable at this point and you keen beneath him, back arching clear off the sheets, legs twitching, threatening to tremble as you suck your tummy in.

Actually, they already do.

"Just—just wanna feel you. Need it, baby." His voice is ragged, like he's barely holding himself together. "Can't wait. Can't—fuck, I need you."

And he's mere seconds away from snapping, sanity holding onto a tiny threat so thin, it might aswell already have snapped in two.

Doin' so good, sweetheart." he groans, thick girth diving into your depths, knocking at your g-spot like it's a headshot to a wanted target over and over again, your fluttering cunt screaming out obscene sound after sound. "Taking me so well—s-shiiiiit!— 'm not gonna last. You feel unreal. Fuckin' unreal, baby."

His rhythm stutters for just a second, his body betraying him, and that's when it starts to crack.

That's when he starts to crack.

You feel the shift, feel the snap in him. His thrusts falter, not from weakness but from overload, the pleasure starting to short-circuit his brain.

His breath comes in harsh, quick gasps, chest heaving as his muscles tremble with the strain of keeping himself steady. His cock pulses deep inside you, wide and twitching like he's right on the edge, trying to stave it off, trying to hold on, but he's already gone too far.

"Raf, baby. Don't forget the— nghhhh! C-condom!" you rush out followed by a moan from the depth of your throat, his head already in the crook of your neck, plastering it with kisses and maybe even an accidental bite to your nape.

Right, there was still something.

He lifts his head, eyes wide as realization hits him— but he knows he's not going to pull out any time soon.

Because he physically can't.

And fuck, his pitiful expression alone is enough to make your pussy clench like a vice around him, wrench, wrench, wrenching him like your life depends on it, so close to the edge yourself.

That coral gaze burns straight through you, so blazing and ravenous, dripping with heat and panic searching for something behind your glazed iris.

"T-tight fuckin' thing. So damn tight. Gonna cum, yeah?"

It's lust stripped down to its bare bones— his pupils blown, rimmed with color like sunset bleeding into dusk, and the way he looks at you, like you're his last meal.

He's close. And it's scaring him. Wrecking him.

Voice low and shredded now, soaked with pleasure and darker things, almost broken with how badly he wants to cum—wants to cum in you.

"You don't even know what your fuckin' cunny is doing ta' me, cutie," he rasps, fucking into you harder now, deeper, angling up to punch that sweet spot with every desperate thrust.

But you do. Oh, you do.

Hips snapping against you like he's chasing something he'll never reach, and he plants one hand against the headboard to keep himself upright, shaking all over, barely holding on. The other is locked tight on your thigh, hiking it up towards your shoulder, keeping you locked in place. Like if you so much as tried to move away, rob him from your snug tunnel, he'd lose it.

"Drivin' me fucking insane," he growls, voice cracked open and fucked-out.

Your brain stutters mid-thrust—just enough clarity to gasp out, voice high and shaky, "Wait—hnghhh! Raf', you gotta—"

"Hahhh? Gotta make my pretty baby cum?"

Now he's tasting his release at the tip of his tongue, completely lost and utterly mad from the sound of your clenching pussy alone, balls tightening up, tip ready to burst his load out. "Yeahhhhh, ya got it, baby."

"Mhmm! M' c-cummin', Raf'! Fuh-fuckkkk!"

A cry tears from your throat on cue as your body clamps down, your legs trembling, thighs shacking as a violent orgasm tears through you, every fiber of your being burning hot as your vision goes blank and you forget every scolding thought you had in your mind.

He pauses for half a second before he begins to pound you again, steadier now, dedicated even, both veiny hands firmly folding you into a meanacing mating-press.

"You got it, all of it. Yes, cream 'round me js' like that— Yesyeseyes— fuckkkk baby m' sorry m'—"

He's not.

His balls draw up tight, cock swelling deep inside you with that final, desperate pulse.

Then he bursts. Hot, thick ropes of cum spill straight into your cunt, gushing right up against your cervix.

It's too much—sticky and endless, flooding you full until it's leaking out around him in messy drips, your body milking every last drop like it needs it.

And then his eyes snap up to yours, wide, in a daze.

"Babyyyyy—I didn't— was going to, I meant to—"

But his hips twitch forward again. He can't help it.

He can't help but slip out out and watch the aftermath in awe, watch his cum overflowing your overstimulated cunt as you deserately try to keep it all in, droplets drip drip dripping down the curve of your ass.

"Y-you made a whole big mess, Raf'! I told you to—"

The words die on your tongue the second you catch his face—flushed, lips parted, eyes glowing that deep coral pink and brimming with guilt and hunger. Wrecked. Maybe even a tiny bit sorry.

"C-can I make it up to you by eating it outta ya?"

ZAYNE ⋆ ★ Can't Wait. ~1.2k

Zayne's a lightweight. Always has been.

It shows, too. In the flushed pink blooming across his cheeks, the tips of his ears going all red like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't.

Your sweet husband's never been good at hiding how much he wants you. But when there's just the tiniest bit of liquor in his system? A little heat in his blood, a little buzz under his skin?

Then he's shameless. Dangerous, even.

That black button-up from your night out is hanging off his shoulders, halfway undone, unbothered to fix it, wanting you to notice. His wedding band clinks against your waist as his hands roam your hips, fumbling for the strap on your shoulder to greedily expose your perky tits.

Eyes locked on you— the only thing his eyes are trained on.

"You looked so hot all night," he mumbles against your neck, voice syrupy, breath reeking of a faint liquor and sin, "All dolled up, just for your husband, hm?"

Once your back hits the front door from the inside as soon as he closed it, he kisses you with such a feverous hunger, so clumsily sloppy.

Teeth and tongue and all heat, hands pawing at your now exposed tits, then thighs as his mouth sinks to catch your stiff nipple.

"Zayne, what's gotten into y—"

"You."

His thigh shoves between yours, grinding up until you're letting out an embarrassed squeak, one of your legs hitching up around his hip as he urges you to swing the other around to, carrying you to the next best surface— the kitchen counter— in a hurry.

"It's alllll you, darling." His words are muffled against your skin, his hands eagerly riding up your breathtaking dress to snake his fingers into your soaked through panties. "My pretty little wife makes me lose my head, you know. Can barely recognize myself."

"Zayne, baby," you try, breathless, tugging at the back of his collar to catch his attention to your face. "Sure it's not just the alcohol? Maybe we should get to bed, the condoms are also there—"

"S-shhhh", he slurs, glasses nearly slipping down the bridge of his nose as he hovers over you, "Is it a crime to worship my wife for a little while?"

In this case, it should be. Because whatever this is, it's torture.

His fingers fumble with his belt, all cocky and tipsy as he palms himself through his boxers. The fabric's soaked where his cock's been leaking all night, a fat wet spot darkening the white cotton. He's been hard since the moment you stepped out for that restaurant you've been wanting to go for ages now, thick, angry red crown twitching on his hand.

You whine in protest until your panties are torn and tossed onto the floor, his cock already smearing it's pre across your slick folds. "Just a second, Mmm-hmmm, then we'll go to bed and— f-fuckkk."

Yeah, he messed up.

"G-go to bed and I'll get the c-condom. Juuuuust a second, darlin'."

He trails off when his hand yanks your panties to the side, then off entirely, a quick, lazy tear splitting the seam as he tosses the ruined scrap onto the floor behind him.

That second becomes two. Then five.

Then he's already carrying you toward the couch, tripping over a thing or two, lips never leaving yours. One knee hits the cushion, then the next, and you fall with him, laughing into his mouth until it turns into a gasp, because his rigid length is already poking at your clenching hole, bulky cockhead pushhhhing past it.

His lips trail down your throat, mouthing at your pulse, siver wedding ring cold where it squeezes your tit, making you hiss as it catches onto your nipple.

At this point, you don't think he'll be able to—

"Can't wait,"

Ah.

"I won't go all the way but please, I don't think you understand, darling," he's a panting mess, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, glasses askew. His hips stutter between your thighs, cock heavy and leaking as he rocks through your folds, sometimes pushing the tip into your quivering pussy, "I need to feel you around me right now."

"Oh-okay. But you gotta promise, Zayne."

"Yeah, yeah— Ohhh, what sweet, pretty pussy my darling wife has on her."

Oh, and your husband's also a terrible liar.

Because the second the words leave your mouth, he's already in, squelch squelch squelching sounds echoing as he plumbs your weak hole full of his hefty length.

His hips jerk, sloppy and desperate, punching his cock deeper with every thrust. That thick, angry swell at the base catches on your entrance, making you jolt, back arching off the couch as he bullies past your clenching walls.

He moans into your shoulder, cock twitching as your cunt clamps down like a vice. It's too much. Too tight. Too good and he's wondering if he's actually drunk.

Yeah, he's drunk on your pussy. Gone.

"You're—hahhh— toooo good to me," he whimpers, teeth grit, face buried in your neck, glasses hanging onto a thread. "Too good— sooo good, baby."

You keen, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively as thick veins draaaaag along your walls and paint them with every twitch of his slit, eyes rolling, mouth slack, hips grinding into yours, roughly against your clit like he's a goddamn mutt.

"Zayne? Your glasses, darling—hnghhh!—t-they're gonna break on the floor."

"Fuck that shit."

His language is filthy, not caring about his glasses falling off and onto the floor, not caring about anything but your crying pussy gushing around him each time he hits your cervix.

"I don't give a shit, sweetheart," voice coming out as a snarl, pace roughening, cock battering your g-spot with every brutal stroke of his. "Not when your pussy's this—hahhh—fuckin' heavenly."

Your nails scrape down his back as he pounds into you, rougher now, like he's trying to fuck every thought right out of your head.

And honestly? You're not far off.

Panting heavy, he's biting your shoulder, hips snapping into you with eagerness so reckless you can feel his hot slick crown damn near in your womb.

His eyes are glassy, mouth hanging open as he watches the way your greedy pussy takes him so well and with such shameless need, he swears he can hear her cry for more.

"Pussy's so fuckin' good— shiiiit!" he slurs, obviously drunk off more than just booze by now. "Can't think straight, c-can't—fuh-fuckkk!— M' gonna cum, darlin'—"

"Z-Zayne! The fuckin' c-con— nghhh! Don't stop, don't—"

Forceful orgasm cutting your words off as you become a squirting mess, clamping and clawing at his base as he continues his assault on your poor, overstimulated cunny, juices spraying everywhere.

"Justttt like that, darlin', mhmmm. G-gonna fill my pretty wife up, have you all round and glowing, yeah?" he spurts out, slamming into you one final time then freezes, cock buried to the hilt as he floods you with his whispy spurts of cum. Thick, hot ropes paint your insides white, dripping out the second he pulses again.

His whole body trembles, arms giving out as he collapses on top of you, still twitching deep inside.

He tries to pull out—he really does—but the second his eyes land on your stuffed tummy, his eyes roll to the back of his head, hips already rutting back against you again.

"Ohhh my darling wife", he hums, nose buried in the crook of your sweat-slicked neck, drowning in your scent. He inhales deep, moaning like he's high off it, and that's when you realize, truly realize, just how far gone he is.

How drunk. How pussy-drunk. You-drunk.

His cock grinds even deeper, rutting into the deepest, most tender part of you as he whispers filth into your skin.

"Think it's time to consider a baby, hm?"

XAVIER ★ Pull out game... nonexistent? ~1.1k

"D-don't forget to pull out, 'kay?"

Your voice is light, barely a breath as you throw a look over your shoulder, eyes glinting with a warning that's too soft to land.

Xavier's already doomed. You both know it.

And he's already regretting everything.

Not you. Just the lazy-ass promise he made two minutes ago, when his morning wood was grinding slow and warm against your ass, and he was too blissed out on his day off to reach for a condom.

'Just a quick feel', he muttered in his grumpy morning voice, 'Gonna pull out. I promise', he said.

Even he didn't believe himself when he said it.

Now buried in you to the hilt, and the second your cunt sucked him in, wet and hungry and tight as sin, he knew he wasn't going to make it.

And it's his own damn fault.

You clench around him greedily, milking him already, and his breath punches out in a curse. He knows he should pull out. He told you he would. But all he can think about is how good you feel, how wet you are, how your cunt keeps sucking him deeper like you want him to stay.

"S-shitttt," he groans, forehead pressed to the back of your shoulder, hips twitching helplessly. "I'm—shit— I dunno, angel."

"Then get a condom, Xav'. It's alright if you can't handle it." And you're so cruel, saying it as a purr, clenching hard around his cock right as he's trying to pull back, locking him in place with your feisty cunt, strangling not only his cock, but also his ego.

A frustrated grunt rumbles from his throat because you know damn well he won't.

Get out of this? Out of you? And physically stand up?

Yeah. Over his dead fucking body.

"N-noooo—" he whines, arms trembling beside your body as he sinks back in deeper, grinding slow like he needs it more than oxygen. "I can take it, I swear— promise, angel. J-just don't make me leave."

"Oh-okay, Xav'," you moan, draaaagging it out with a long and mean breath as his swollen head knock knock knocks against the entrance of your womb, "Just keep g-going—ohhh yesss! Right there—!"

Violent shiver running through his body, cock twitching deep. The slit's drooling now, spilling steady heat into your cunt in thick little pulses, leaking.

"Shit, angel, d-don't say it like that," he pants, rutting into you now with slow, needy thrusts, teeth gritted. "You're making it so fucking hard to be good— so fucking hard—"

His teeth grit, breath catching in his throat, a stifled groan dragging up from somewhere deep in his chest as he tries to keep the rhythm steady. But he's failing badly.

Thrusts getting messier now, still slow, but shaky, cock twitching with every stroke because his body knows what's coming, building and building no matter how hard he fights it.

And to be honest, he's not even trying to fight the storm coming.

Not when you clamp down on him, a hicup fleeing past your lips as you feel every ridged vein adoring his pulsating dick.

"P-princessss, need to feel you cumming 'round me," he whines, long and runny tone causing your clit to pulsate, his fingers already finding comfort on the abandoned button, "Gonna be the death of me— gonna k-kill me with this pussy."

And yet his hips keep rocking into you, slam slam slam— sooo deep you can barely think straight. Deeper now. Harder.

Because if he's going down, he's taking you with him.

You're a gasping mess as you cum around him, sobbing on every thrust, thighs shaking, nails clawing back at his scalp as he fucks you through your orgasm, pussy spurting juices all over the base of his cock.

"Nnnngh!—you're so messy, Xav'," you croon, rocking back to take him even deeper, riding out your high, grinding your ass against his hips until his cock reaches that spot inside you, creating a buldge at your lower belly, "J-just give up—"

Right then, you hear it in his voice when he cracks.

"F-fuck no."

He fucking whimpers, cock throbbing violently as he stays buried inside you, his tip drooling more sticky pre that seeps out with every grind.

"Fuck—fuckfuckfuck—quit— squeezin' me like that— I can't—!"

But his words betray his body since his cock slams into your deepest spot with every stroke, the wet slap slap slapping of skin filling the clouded room, making your overstimulated cunt cry out.

"Then pull out," you bite, tilting your head back with the last strength you muster to look at him, eyes daringly sinful.

Wait. Waitwaitwait—

His eyes are glassy. Lips parted. Chest heaving.

"I—I can't, angel," he whines, voice all breath and heat, hips grinding in deeper even as he says it. "You're too mean—fuckkkk—milkin' me dryyyyy— h-hahhhh!—Can't even think—"

You feel the way his rhythm goes ragged, his whole body locking up behind you. He's fighting it, really fighting it, his muscles shaking, jaw clenched, hips jerking in shallow, stuttering thrusts.

"G-gonna take it, right? C'mon, princess, Just this— hnghhhh!— once."

But his cock's twitching like mad. And his balls are mere seconds close to burst out a fresh, sticky load.

With a strangled cry his hips slam forward, cock buried as deep as he can possibly get, grinding in hard as he spills inside you, thick and hot and so much.

You feel his cum flooding your pussy in long, pulsing spurts, painting your walls, dripping out around the base of his cock and onto the tangled sheets as he whines into your skin, thrusting through it.

"Fuhh-ckkkk!" he moans, drawn-out and helpless, hips jerking with every spurt, every twitch. "'M so sorry—fuck, I tried— swearrrr I tried to—"

But he doesn't even bother finishing, not with the way your eyes cut over your shoulder like a blade before your fingers tangle tight in his messy hay-blonde hair and yank him down into a wet, filthy kiss that makes him whimper right into you.

Back arched into him, tongue tangling with his as you both chase the last euphoric waves of pleasure by grinding like wild mutts against each other.

"Mmnn... I know," you shakily whisper, light giggle following suit against his pouty lips, "Tried s-soooo hard, didn't you?"

And he nods like a lost puppy, breath stuttering as his glossy lips tremble once you cage them between your lips.

Your grinding back against his hips in a rhythm that makes his thighs tremble and his cock jolt again, squishing out more of that thick mess he just dumped in you.

Now that he fucked up, might aswell make the most of it, no?

"Mhmmm", he hums in a daze, cock already twitching back to life inside you, eager rutts against your ass causing the sticky mess inside you to flood out between your pressed thighs,

"One more try, yeah? G-gonna pull out this time."

Famous last words.

SYLUS ★ Alllll in. ~1k

"I'm a lucky man."

His mouth brushes your ear, breath hot as he groans, the words vibrating right against your skin. One big hand caresses the side of your throat while the other spreads your thigh wider, pressing you open.

"Mmmm-hmmm," he growls, voice rough, cock sliding between your drenched folds at an almost eratic pace. The heavy head keeps nudging your clit, slick and angry, "Very lucky indeed."

Choking on a moan, your back arches when the thick, leaking crown of his cock drags through your folds again, smearing slick and pre along your thumbing clit.

"Had a rough night. Deal went to shit," he murmurs, though his voice betrays him—strained, desperate, twitching against your hole like his cock has a mind of its own, "But my sweet princess'll help me out, right? Give me a little pep-talk?"

"Yeah, right. Since when are you so- nghhh!- so tame?"

"Since now," he pants, nudging the angry tip right into your squeaking hole, your pussy already locking his tip in a headlock, "Enjoy it while it lasts and let me in, sweetie. I won't move. Promise."

Lie. Big fat lie.

Narrow eyes of yours stare him down just as his lips curl into a cheeky, smirk, slowwwwly forcing his massive size to push your poor walls apart.

You're not even trying to squeeze him, but your cunt is already fluttering around him, soaking wet from how pent-up he is. Gripping your waist with an iron-clad hold, trying so damn hard to stay still, but every twitch of your walls makes him flinch, throb.

It's impossible.

Now he's already bullying his way through your wails and shrieks, halfway in, dragging your pussy open inch by massive fucking inch, because he's trying so hard not to ruin you on the spot and pump you full of—

Wait. There's something... off. Something missing.

"Shoooo big, Sy'! Can't—hahhh!— I can't! M' so full!"

Maybe it's just in his head.

You shudder, overwhelmed by heat and stretch and the gush of pre smearing your walls.

Right then your orgasm hits hard, embarrassingly fast, dragging another cry from your lips as your pussy clenches around his cock again, pulling more grunts from his mouth.

You're already fucked-out, hips buck again greedily, stretch dizzying, walls clamping down with gluttonous need, and his breath catches with a hard shudder. Thighs locking tighter around his waist, holding him in, dragging him deeper.

Minutes tick by, or seconds, he can't tell, until his hips start to rock in tiny, traitorous movements.

Your cry cuts off into a gasp as his hips find a brutal rhythm, heavy balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. Every ridge, every vein drags inside you, scraping his memoir into your walls.

God, he could die like this.

Eyes rolling, cock buried balls-deep in the warm clutch of your cunt, so moist and snug and just a little too cramped, your selfish cunny milking him for everything he's worth. Drowning in your whimpers, in the slap of slick skin, in the way your hands claw up his back for more.

It's perfect. Too perfect. Too bare.

Wait.

Wait—oh fuck.

He goes still mid-thrust, chest heaving, eyes wide and glossy as it hits him that he never put on the damn condom.

"Shit."

"Hmmm? Something wrong, Sy'?"

He's the Sylus, goddamnit. The ruler of the underground. But not here. Not when you're wrapped around him like this. Not when you're so hot, so loud, so feisty, and dripping down his length every time he pulls back just to thrust in again.

"Fuck's sake," he grits out, face buried in your neck like he's ashamed of himself, voice nearly unrecognizable. "I should—mmmh—I need to pull out."

But he doesn't. Can't. Not when your cunt squeezes him like velvet vice, not when your arms wind tighter around his neck and your hips grind up like you want him to ruin you.

"Hmm? What's that? C-can't focus when youhhh— ohhh!— in sooo deep, baby."

"Mhmmm, couldn't even get a condom because you're such a bratty little thing," he groans, voice going hoarse as he thrusts his fat tip right against your cervix with one forceful rut, barely holding on, "She's pulling me in, sweetie."

The bed rocks under the force of his shots, every sharp roll of his hips knocking the air from your lungs. The obscene, filthy sounds of your bodies say everything needing to be said.

"Whose fault is that, darling?" he grits out through clenched teeth, dragging his hands up your ribs to cup your face.

Fake it till you make it, I guess.

"Mhm! My fault, s' my fault Sy'!," you stammer, eyes glassy, mind running a thousand miles as he knocks your breath out again and again and—

"Now that's right," he huffs, forehead pressed against yours, a whimper catching in his throat as he eyes the heavy buldge at the pit of your tummy, "That's my good girl. Gonna let me cum inside, hm? Fill you up?"

"Mhmmm! Wanna feel it, allll of it Sy! Make me a m-mommy!"

Now you've done it.

Sylus's eyes roll back, face flushed, sweat pearling at his temple. He's trembling, so fucking close.

He's cumming before his mind even catches up, hips stuttering, breath leaving from his lungs as his body clamps against yours. A broken groan rips from his throat as he spurts buckets of pearly white cum into your womb, rutting in deep to make sure you take all of it.

"S-shit, sweetie," he hisses, forehead dropping to yours, ruby eyes blown wide and dazed, "feels good, hmm?"

You can't answer. Clenching, twitching, overwhelmed tears brimming at the corners of your eyes from how deep he hits without even moving, some of his cum escaping down the curve of your ass.

Pressing a weak, sloppy open-mouthed-kiss to his temple, your heart's hammering as the slow pulse of his cum inside you makes you more excited by the second, unconciously humbing up into him.

"A-again. Want you to fill me up again, Sy'."

"Again, huh? Now you're being greedy, sweetheart." He punctuates it with a sharp thrust, one that makes your whole body jolt, makes you yelp, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Whatever my sweet girl wants", he ushers against your puckered lips, dick twitching inside your cramped cunny, "she'll get."

Well, once you have tasted blood, you'll always want more.

CALEB ★ Home sweet home. ~1.2k

"W-what?"

"Condom, Cay'."

"Y-yeah right, condom. Gotta get it. Gotta—"

You're cruel. So very cruel.

Tangled together on the bed, your bodies slick with sweat, breaths rapid. Caleb's fingers dig into your hips as you impatiently grind your slick, exposed cunny over his stiff length, dragging it up right against his tip.

"Mhhh, hurryyyy! Wanna feel you already!"

Right then a fat bead of pre spurts from his slit, kissing your clit with a shining glee and you damn near sob, biting down hard on your bottom lip to stop the filthy little sound clawing up your throat.

"One sec' pips'. Just one second, m' gonna get it— fuck!"

He tries. He tries to lift you off, shaky hands fumbling at your waist.

"Just pull out and stop. t-talking."

But it's you who slid down on his tip, thighs slapping against his as you take him in to the hilt in one greedy push, his hefty girth streeeetching your out instantly, a loud squeak! resounding as his crown thumbs against your cervix.

Or did he drag you down, fists clenched tight around your waist?

Actually, it doesn't even matter anymore.

"Jesus Christ, baby," he groans, voice so thick with lust it's barely human anymore. "L-lemme get it, m' gonna—"

His voice cracks, almost a panic as his hands tighten on your waist, trembling, begging you to just slow down with each twitch of his fingers, cock twitching inside you since he's already right on his fucking limit.

He tries again. Hands push at your hips, trembling, uncoordinated, unable to decide if he wants to get you off him or fuck up into you on repeat.

"Wait—just lemme grab it, baby, j-just for a seco—"

"O-ohhh! I don't care anymore!" Your high-pitched tantrum throws him off, your hips grinding doen hard onto him in a hurry, so needy and shameless that he can't help but buck his hips upwards, stealing a pleased sigh from you.

You drop your hips again, soaked pussy swallowing him whole, strangling his pumping length and that's it. That's fucking it.

"Fuckin' hell," suddenly his grip turns firm, fingers digging into your flesh, forcing you down with a loud slap! of skin to skin. "Really? Ya' don't care anymore? Really want me ta' beat this pussy up?"

SLAP!

His hands slam down onto your ass, big palms grabbing, spreading, slapping, the poor flesh turning red on impact. And you jolt in his hold, clit thumb thumb thumbing like it has it's own heartbeat.

"Shit! Yer' fuckin'—nghhh!— gonna make me lose it," he pants, snapping his hips up into you dwelling in the suffocating hold of your soothing walls. "Ya' like that? Like ridin' me raw? Knocking this greedy pussy up? "

Desperate nod saying more than words could, you bounce up and down, up and down, tight pussy fixed around him, screaming in protest every time you surge up with loud, protesting gush gush gushes.

"Dirty fuckin' girl."

He grabs your ass again, harder this time, fingers sinking in, dragging you down with each thrust, eyes fixated on the delicious buldge of his fat cockhead bump bump bumping in your gut.

"Couldn't even wait, huh? Had ta' sit on my cock like the needy girl ya' are. Didn't even let me grab the fuh-fuckin'— shiiiiit!—"

Smack!

Another harsh slap ripples the fat of your rear, sharp but yet so perfect, the sting making you moan out, embarrasingly so, only further making your walls constrict around his hefty girth.

"Ya' want me to lose it, hah? Wanna make me forget everything but this feisty lil' pussy?"

You nod, nails dragging down his back. "Yessss! Pleaseeeee! Wan' you to fuck me stupid! Wanna c-cum!"

Forehead pressed to yours, he's fucking up into you with vicious intend, "Yeahhhh, yer' gonna get it. Gonna make you cum so gooood, pips' Js' let go f' me, yeah?"

And just like that, you break apart, body feeling like it's been lit on fire as you twitch around him uncontrollably, gushing your squirting sap alllll over his pelvic area.

"A-attaaaaa girl", he's watching you come undone, gripping your hips tight enough to bruise as he fucks you through your high, staring down at the mess you made in awe.

You're both drenched in it.

"What a beautiful mess," he pants, still pistoning his cock right against your g-spot, dragging your orgasm out. "Look at that pretty pussy squirtin' allll over me."

He's a pussy-drunk mess by now, cock still hard and throbbing inside your overstimulated cunt as she eagerly milks his cock, desperate for him to fill you up with his hot cum.

"Fuckkkk, I missed this. Missed you, this sweet little cunt, squeezin' 'round me. It's been sooo long."

You're panting now, still in shock from your orgasm, hips rocking against his, "B-but, Cay' we just did it y-yesterday—"

"That's wayyyy to long f' me."

You're whining, squirming in his lap, but he just has a crazed look, hungry, bucking his hips up, teasing the entrance of your womb with smooches.

He leans back slightly one hand gripping your ass, the other spreading you open so he can observe your stuffed cunny struggling to hold him in.

"Look at ya'," he mutters, half in awe, half in madness, "Gonna stuff ya' full till yer' leaking 'round me, till all you can think about is me, me, me—"

So close to his own wit's end, he's doing his best to focus on the delicious squelch of your stuttering pussy, heavy, fast breaths barely calming his racing heart down.

"God, you feel so good," he rasps, breath hitching. "So warm, so wet, 'm gonna cum, baby. Gonna fill you up."

You're clawing at his shoulders now, legs buckling as you feel your second high approching slyly. Every thrust sounds wetter than the last, his balls slapping your ass with every rushed snap of his hips.

Your moans are getting higher. His pace is getting sloppy. He's right there.

"No condom, no nothin'," he murmurs, forehead pressing against yours as he slowly, slowly inches the fat head inside, your walls stretching around him like they were made to take him bare. "You’re just gonna fuck me raw like this, huh? Gonna stuff you full till you're leaking around me, till all you can think about is me, me, me—"

He inches the fat head back in again, and your walls stretch, trembling, sucking him in until—

"Yesyesyes— fuckkk!—"

Your cry breaks into a sob as your body locks up around him. Caleb barely gets a breath before he's falling with you, mouth hanging slack as his hips jerk once, twice, and then he spills his thick load of fresh whites into you.

"Ooouhhhh! Cay-caleb!"

You sob, cunt spasming, milking him through it as your second orgasm rips through you, so intense your thighs shake, whole body shuddering in his lap, falling onto his sweaty, heaving chest.

"You're so fuckin' hot."

He's dazed, cock still twitching, slit spurting out the last wispy ropes inside you while his cum leaks out around the base in sticky dribbles, his locked gaze snapping up to your flustered face, sleazy grin twitching up his lips.

"Think m' addicted now."

Pff. As if he wasn't already whipped the second you climbed into his lap.

©︎𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙎 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

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tonight's the night.

BE READY.

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Just done with Rafayel's headcanon part, only the other four left!!! I'll try to do them after work tmr!!!

The shit I'm abt to pop out with mane... y'all won't see it comin...

xoxo

Be ready y’all. I’m abt to burst out some work soon…

I’ve not forgotten my duty.

[satrs]

THE QUEEN IS BACK

SHE'S WRITTING SOMETHING RIGHT NOW ACTUALLY!!!! OH OH Y'ALL ARE NOTTT FINNA SEE THIS COMING!!!!

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Be ready y’all. I’m abt to burst out some work soon…

I’ve not forgotten my duty.

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miss ur blue lock fics 😔

AWWWW BBY M SOSO SORRY 🫩🫩🫩 I miss the time too, blue lock was really my beginning on here and made me able to connect to soso many sweet and loving ppl!!!

But I js lost interest in the anime/manga in general and made the decision to focus more on lads and a bit of jjk! But maybe in the future I’ll consider doin sum small of bllck stuff for y’all <333

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sdsgsgrssrg congratulations on getting railed good bbg 🙏🏻 one of my fears is literally dying without ever getting dicked down real good so it gives me hope when i see it happen for others

THANK BBY! ALSO, YOU‘LL GET DICKED DOWN REAL GOOD SOMEDAY TRUST(if not, call me I‘ll do the job hihi)

This spanish guy really knows how to EAT it, fuck it, anything bruh.

I think I’m in love

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I literally just had the best sex of my life

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A/N: TAKE THIS FLUFFY DAD!CALEB BOMB WHILE I WORK ON UR REQUESTS! *runs away*

One moment, you're standing in the kitchen with Caleb, your hand resting absentmindedly on your round belly while he's teasing you over your choice of snacks again, and the next, you feel a warm rush down your legs and you freeze.

He doesn't notice right away— he's halfway through dramatically describing how your unborn daughter is definitely going to be the sassiest of your children until your low whisper makes him shut his rambling all together.

"Caleb…"

He looks up at you immediately, sensing the shift in your tone. Oh, he heard this before. It can't be—

His eyes drop to the floor where a small puddle has begun to form, and in an instant, all the blood drains from his face.

"Wait—waitwaitwait, was that— did your water just break?"

You nod, wide-eyed, the first rush of contractions hitting you like a brick. "I think it's time."

He stares at you for half a second, completely still.

Then, there utter chaos.

"Okay, okay— okay!" Caleb jolts into motion, nearly knocking over the bowl of salad on the counter as he spins in a circle, searching for the hospital bag he swore he packed and left by the door for a sudden surprise like this. "Bag. Phone. Car keys. Where are your shoes— do you need slippers?! I'll carry you! Actually, no, wait— gotta get the boys, oh my god!"

You can't help it—you laugh, even through the sharp wave of pressure already building low in your abdomen. "Caleb. Breathe."

He stops again, chest rising and falling like he just ran a marathon, eyes locked onto yours before he rushes to scoop his two twin boys into his strong arms, bag already thrown over his shoulder as he shomehow holds you and guides you towards the door.

"She's coming. Boys, your little sister is coming!" he almost shouts, catching protesting shrieks from the two four year olds. You nod, tears already threatening as you stumble outside the door. "Yeah, she's coming."

His hand finds yours, warm and strong, grounding you instantly as you step towards the car now, headding into the passangers seat as caleb rushes your boys into their seats.

Caleb buckles each of the boys in with frantic precision, his hands fumbling slightly but steady where it counts— safety first, even with his heart practically beating out of his chest. One of the twins is whining about leaving his toy robot behind, the other is chanting "baby sister! baby sister!" in wild delight, kicking his little sneakers against the seat.

"I promise, we'll come back for the robot," Caleb says quickly, planting a swift kiss on their heads. "But right now, we're going to go meet your baby sister. She's coming today, dudes!"

"Caleb, don't call pur boy dued. It's— urghhh!" You groan softly from the passenger seat as another contraction tightens in your belly. Caleb's head jerks toward you instantly, eyes wide. "That looked like a big one— oh man, okay, okay. Just hang on tight, baby."

He slams the car door shut, throws himself behind the wheel, and fires up the engine, one hand already reaching across the console to grasp yours again. "Squeeze as hard as you need," he murmurs, even as he checks the rearview mirror with one glance and pulls out of the driveway a little too fast.

You grip his hand tightly, knuckles white. "I think she's eager to see us," you manage to say, voice tight with pain.

Caleb's jaw clenches, but he doesn't panic, voice soft with that familiar, steady warmth only he could pull off in moments like this. "It's going to be okay. You're doing amazing, baby, we're almost there."

In the backseat, one of the twins pipes up, "Daddyyy? Is she kicking mommy's belly again?"

Caleb chuckles through the nerves, voice high and breathless. "Yeah, buddy, probably. But she's also going to be really, really tiny. And beautiful. Like your mom."

"I wanna see her!", the other exclaims, little robot long forgotten as a big smile stretches his chubby cheeks.

"You will soon. All of us."

He flicks his gaze toward you just for a moment, his expression full of worry. This isn't your first rodeo, the birth of the twins was one hell of a rollercoaster, sure.

But he still can't help but be so nervous and worry. What if you don't make it to the hospital in time? And what if—

"G-goshhh girlie. You really wanna get out and meet your brothers huh?" you manage to speak throught gritted teeth, sweat forming at your forhead.

The hospital comes into view, and Caleb's grip on your hand tightens just slightly. "We're almost there, sweetheart. Just a few more minutes. You've got this. I've got you."

The boys are still chattering in the back, and Caleb's knuckles go white around the steering wheel as he parks with a speed and recklessness he'd definitely scold someone else for.

The moment the car jerks to a stop in front of the emergency entrance, Caleb bolts from the driver's seat, yanking open your door. His hands are steady now, calmer and more focused even, but his eyes are still wide shut with adrenaline and love.

"I'll be right there with you," he promises, helping you to your feet, one arm supporting your back as the other cradles your belly instinctively. "Let me just get the boys inside with the nurse, okay?"

You nod through a contraction, fingers digging into his shoulder. He presses a quick kiss to your temple. "You've got this, baby. I'll be right behind you."

A nurse rushes over with a wheelchair, and Caleb gently eases you into it before turning toward the car.

"Okay, team, listen up!" he calls to the twins in the backseat, throwing the door open and crouching down to unbuckle them. "You remember what we talked about? Mommy’s going to have your baby sister now!"

One twin blinks at him with wide eyes. "Can we hold her after?"

Caleb grins, his heart squeezing painfully tight in his chest. "Absolutely. You guys are gonna be the best big brothers ever."

He lifts both boys out one by one, balancing them expertly, one on each hip, because of course he does. Their little arms cling to his shoulders, legs wrapped around his waist. He's done this a hundred times before, but this time it feels different. This time, he's carrying the older siblings.

A nurse meets him at the entrance and helps guide the boys toward the family waiting area.

"They're waiting for you," she says gently, nodding toward the hallway where you've just been wheeled. "Go."

Caleb nods, setting the boys down and crouching low to their level. "Be good for the nurse, okay? I'm going to help Mommy now. When I come back, you'll get to see your little sis. Deal?"

"Deal!"

The boys nod seriously in union, eyes wide with excitement and confusion, and Caleb plants a firm kiss on each of their foreheads. "Love you both."

Then he's off, running down the corridor, the hospital bag bouncing against his side, sneakers squeaking against the floor. He bursts through the delivery room doors just in time, breathless and flushed, eyes locking with yours as the nurse steadies you through another contraction.

"Hi." you whisper with a weak smile, voice shaking.

Caleb crosses the room in three long strides, grasping your hand instantly. "Hi baby."

And despite the sweat running down every crevice of your body and the unbearable pain, you're ready. Because your husband's here. The boys are safe. And your little girl is on her way.

He presses his forehead to yours, his other hand landing gently over your belly. "Now let's meet our little girl."

©︎𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙎 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

I got mad babyfever and you'll have to deal with it now.

[satrs]

A/N: TAKE THIS FLUFFY DAD!CALEB BOMB WHILE I WORK ON UR REQUESTS! *runs away*

One moment, you're standing in the kitchen with Caleb, your hand resting absentmindedly on your round belly while he's teasing you over your choice of snacks again, and the next, you feel a warm rush down your legs and you freeze.

He doesn't notice right away— he's halfway through dramatically describing how your unborn daughter is definitely going to be the sassiest of your children until your low whisper makes him shut his rambling all together.

"Caleb…"

He looks up at you immediately, sensing the shift in your tone. Oh, he heard this before. It can't be—

His eyes drop to the floor where a small puddle has begun to form, and in an instant, all the blood drains from his face.

"Wait—waitwaitwait, was that— did your water just break?"

You nod, wide-eyed, the first rush of contractions hitting you like a brick. "I think it's time."

He stares at you for half a second, completely still.

Then, there utter chaos.

"Okay, okay— okay!" Caleb jolts into motion, nearly knocking over the bowl of salad on the counter as he spins in a circle, searching for the hospital bag he swore he packed and left by the door for a sudden surprise like this. "Bag. Phone. Car keys. Where are your shoes— do you need slippers?! I'll carry you! Actually, no, wait— gotta get the boys, oh my god!"

You can't help it—you laugh, even through the sharp wave of pressure already building low in your abdomen. "Caleb. Breathe."

He stops again, chest rising and falling like he just ran a marathon, eyes locked onto yours before he rushes to scoop his two twin boys into his strong arms, bag already thrown over his shoulder as he shomehow holds you and guides you towards the door.

"She's coming. Boys, your little sister is coming!" he almost shouts, catching protesting shrieks from the two four year olds. You nod, tears already threatening as you stumble outside the door. "Yeah, she's coming."

His hand finds yours, warm and strong, grounding you instantly as you step towards the car now, headding into the passangers seat as caleb rushes your boys into their seats.

Caleb buckles each of the boys in with frantic precision, his hands fumbling slightly but steady where it counts— safety first, even with his heart practically beating out of his chest. One of the twins is whining about leaving his toy robot behind, the other is chanting "baby sister! baby sister!" in wild delight, kicking his little sneakers against the seat.

"I promise, we'll come back for the robot," Caleb says quickly, planting a swift kiss on their heads. "But right now, we're going to go meet your baby sister. She's coming today, dudes!"

"Caleb, don't call pur boy dued. It's— urghhh!" You groan softly from the passenger seat as another contraction tightens in your belly. Caleb's head jerks toward you instantly, eyes wide. "That looked like a big one— oh man, okay, okay. Just hang on tight, baby."

He slams the car door shut, throws himself behind the wheel, and fires up the engine, one hand already reaching across the console to grasp yours again. "Squeeze as hard as you need," he murmurs, even as he checks the rearview mirror with one glance and pulls out of the driveway a little too fast.

You grip his hand tightly, knuckles white. "I think she's eager to see us," you manage to say, voice tight with pain.

Caleb's jaw clenches, but he doesn't panic, voice soft with that familiar, steady warmth only he could pull off in moments like this. "It's going to be okay. You're doing amazing, baby, we're almost there."

In the backseat, one of the twins pipes up, "Daddyyy? Is she kicking mommy's belly again?"

Caleb chuckles through the nerves, voice high and breathless. "Yeah, buddy, probably. But she's also going to be really, really tiny. And beautiful. Like your mom."

"I wanna see her!", the other exclaims, little robot long forgotten as a big smile stretches his chubby cheeks.

"You will soon. All of us."

He flicks his gaze toward you just for a moment, his expression full of worry. This isn't your first rodeo, the birth of the twins was one hell of a rollercoaster, sure.

But he still can't help but be so nervous and worry. What if you don't make it to the hospital in time? And what if—

"G-goshhh girlie. You really wanna get out and meet your brothers huh?" you manage to speak throught gritted teeth, sweat forming at your forhead.

The hospital comes into view, and Caleb's grip on your hand tightens just slightly. "We're almost there, sweetheart. Just a few more minutes. You've got this. I've got you."

The boys are still chattering in the back, and Caleb's knuckles go white around the steering wheel as he parks with a speed and recklessness he'd definitely scold someone else for.

The moment the car jerks to a stop in front of the emergency entrance, Caleb bolts from the driver's seat, yanking open your door. His hands are steady now, calmer and more focused even, but his eyes are still wide shut with adrenaline and love.

"I'll be right there with you," he promises, helping you to your feet, one arm supporting your back as the other cradles your belly instinctively. "Let me just get the boys inside with the nurse, okay?"

You nod through a contraction, fingers digging into his shoulder. He presses a quick kiss to your temple. "You've got this, baby. I'll be right behind you."

A nurse rushes over with a wheelchair, and Caleb gently eases you into it before turning toward the car.

"Okay, team, listen up!" he calls to the twins in the backseat, throwing the door open and crouching down to unbuckle them. "You remember what we talked about? Mommy’s going to have your baby sister now!"

One twin blinks at him with wide eyes. "Can we hold her after?"

Caleb grins, his heart squeezing painfully tight in his chest. "Absolutely. You guys are gonna be the best big brothers ever."

He lifts both boys out one by one, balancing them expertly, one on each hip, because of course he does. Their little arms cling to his shoulders, legs wrapped around his waist. He's done this a hundred times before, but this time it feels different. This time, he's carrying the older siblings.

A nurse meets him at the entrance and helps guide the boys toward the family waiting area.

"They're waiting for you," she says gently, nodding toward the hallway where you've just been wheeled. "Go."

Caleb nods, setting the boys down and crouching low to their level. "Be good for the nurse, okay? I'm going to help Mommy now. When I come back, you'll get to see your little sis. Deal?"

"Deal!"

The boys nod seriously in union, eyes wide with excitement and confusion, and Caleb plants a firm kiss on each of their foreheads. "Love you both."

Then he's off, running down the corridor, the hospital bag bouncing against his side, sneakers squeaking against the floor. He bursts through the delivery room doors just in time, breathless and flushed, eyes locking with yours as the nurse steadies you through another contraction.

"Hi." you whisper with a weak smile, voice shaking.

Caleb crosses the room in three long strides, grasping your hand instantly. "Hi baby."

And despite the sweat running down every crevice of your body and the unbearable pain, you're ready. Because your husband's here. The boys are safe. And your little girl is on her way.

He presses his forehead to yours, his other hand landing gently over your belly. "Now let's meet our little girl."

©︎𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙎 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

I got mad babyfever and you'll have to deal with it now.

[satrs]

I adore ur sakamoto days stuff esp shin 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

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