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i've been pretty cat-like even before lads and that just means i like to keep my nails sharp and i love canned tuna and this post is me complaining that the price for canned tuna has gone up so much over the past few years 💔
Valko, big bad wolf chairman extraordinaire, is currently hiding behind the couch like a complete idiot.
“Babe,” he whispers, ears flat against his head. “Tell me he’s gone.”
You’re trying so hard not to laugh. On the coffee table sits a completely normal, very tiny house spider that had the audacity to exist in the same room as your 6’2” wolf boyfriend.
“He’s still there, babe.”
Valko lets out the most pathetic whine you’ve ever heard, tail tucked between his legs. “I fought three massive wanderers today. Three. Why is this tiny asshole scarier than them?”
You finally lose it, laugh bursting out. “You can bench press me with one arm but a spider the size of a coin has you hiding? Really?”
“I don’t like surprises with too many legs, okay?!” he hisses, peeking over the couch with wide eyes. The second the spider moves an inch he ducks back down like it’s about to launch an attack against him.
You wipe tears from your eyes, walk over, and gently escort the tiny spider outside with a piece of paper while your big strong boyfriend watches from behind the couch like a traumatised puppy.
When you come back he immediately scoops you up, burying his face in your neck with a dramatic sigh of relief.
“My hero,” he mumbles, tail finally starting to wag again. “Never tell anyone about this.”
pairing: bf!Valko x gn!reader
synopsis: you wake up from a nightmare where valko disappeared, leaving you alone. thankfully, he's lying by your side when you wake up...
cw: fluff, hurt/comfort ig, petnames, established relationship
wc: 1.5k
a/n: yes this is my way of coping
Valko masterlist (wip!)
Valko was gone.
He had disappeared, seemingly without a trace.
You woke up to an unusually empty and cold bed. So you got up, searching the bathroom instead, calling out to him by the nickname you knew he secretly loved despite acting against it. But he was nowhere to be seen.
You tried calling him or sending him a text, but you couldn’t find his contact in your phone anymore.
So you tried social media, but you couldn't even find his account. Even after looking his username up.
The pit in your stomach only grew deeper and heavier as you rushed out of your bathroom, making your way to your entrance, throwing on the first pair of shoes you could find, grabbing your keys, and leaving. You noted the fact that his boots weren’t at your entrance anymore.
Arriving at his place, you walked up the luxurious modern driveway and pulled out the spare set of keys to his place he’d made for you. But the door didn’t open, or budge. The key didn’t even fit into the lock.
But in your panicked state of denial, you continue forcing the key into the hole, until the door opens from the other side.
You look up, expecting to be met with your 6’2 hunk of a boyfriend. Maybe in loungewear, with his glasses resting low on his nose, a book in hand.
Instead, an older woman looked at you with fear, disgust, and confusion all at once.
“Can I help you?” she asks condescendingly.
You stutter, still shocked.
“If you’re just going to stand there, then get off my property. I won’t hesitate to call the police.” she huffs.
Her property? What the hell was she talking about?
“Go on then.” she shoos you away, closing the heavy wooden door right in your face.
You remain standing there, baffled, before slowly turning around and looking at the cars in the driveway. Three sleek Mercedes’. And Valko’s jeep was nowhere in sight.
Your hands start trembling as you slowly make your way back to your own car. Shutting the door behind you once you sit in the driver’s seat, you pull out your phone again.
You decide to call his aunt. Surely she’d know where he was.
You sigh in relief once she picks up, and immediately ask her about Valko’s whereabouts, without even bothering to greet her properly.
She’s quiet on the other side of the line before speaking. “... Who?”
Your mouth falls agape ever so slightly, and your eyebrows knit together in a frown. “Valko. Do you know where he is? I’ve been trying to reach him all morning.”
She’s quiet again, but this time breaks her silence with a chuckle. “Sweetheart, did you hit your head? Who’s Valko?”
The hand holding your phone up to your ear falls in your lap, as tears start to well in your bottom eyelids.
Although you’re not on speaker, you can still faintly hear the sound of her voice.
“Y/N? Are you still there?” she questions, before laughing again. “I swear if this is another one of your pranks―”
You hang up before she can finish her sentence.
You stare down at your phone, and click on your camera roll.
There are no photos of him. There are no videos of him. Your album of him is gone.
Valko is gone.
Lost on what to do, you break down. The tears instantly stream down your face, hot and heavy. Your heartbroken sobs echo through your car. You fold in on yourself, leaning forward until your forehead rests against the steering wheel. The cries that rip out of your throat only get louder as you close your eyes, blinking the tears away.
The next thing you know, you’re in bed again. The sheets cling to your body due to the sweat rolling down your back. It’s humid, and sticky, and you feel as though you’re suffocating.
You immediately sit up and tear the covers off of you to catch your breath.
That’s when you realize… Valko. Where is he?
Your gaze drops down to your right.
There he is. Lying down with an arm propped behind his head, the other resting on his chest.
You nearly pounce on him, grabbing him firmly by the shoulders and shaking him awake.
“Valko! Come on, wake up, please―” you mutter, your voice raspy and broken as you start tearing up again.
But he doesn’t budge. You pray it’s just him being his usual heavy sleeper self, and continue trying to wake him up.
Eventually, he starts to stir, eyelashes fluttering open.
You stop your motion and stare down at him with wide eyes, and tear streaks adorning your cheeks.
Once his vision focuses and he takes in your appearance, he immediately sits up.
“What’s goin’ on?” he asks, large hands already moving to cup your face.
But the second you feel his warm touch again, the dam breaks and you sob even more. Your hands move to rest against his own, as you lean into his palms. “I―” you start but choke on your words.
His golden eyes dart back and forth between yours. “Hey, it’s okay, take your time. Use your words.”
You sniffle repeatedly, catching your breath. He continues wiping your tears away with the pads of his thumbs, remaining silent.
Once you feel more calm, you speak up. “You were gone… you left–you left me.”
Now it’s his turn to frown, but he still says nothing.
“You left. Like you never even existed.” your breath hitches. “I tried calling you but I couldn’t find your contact on my phone—and there was an old rude lady living at your house, and I called auntie to ask about you and she was acting like she didn’t even know you.” you ramble, your words occasionally getting cut off with your sobs and voice cracks.
He lets out the breath he was holding before pulling you in. You immediately bury your face into his chest.
“I’m here, baby.” He whispered against your ear. “You hear my heartbeat? Smell me?” he presses kisses to your head. “I’m right here. Not goin’ anywhere.”
Pressing your ear to the spot right over his heart, you listen to it beat against his ribcage, focusing on the familiar and comforting rhythm. Your crying eventually ceases, and you’re left hiccuping and letting out deep breaths.
His hands continue caressing up and down your back until he feels you’ve really calmed down.
You’re the first to pull away, and you wipe your tears while staring down at your lap.
He notices how distant you look and cups your jaw with one hand to make you look up at him.
“Feelin’ better?” he asks, eyes unusually soft.
You slowly look up to meet his eyes and shrug.
“It was just a bad dream, ‘kay? I’m not leaving you.” He leans down, nuzzling his nose against yours. “Ever.”
Your eyes flutter shut as you lean up so your foreheads touch, and you breathe him in. You immediately bask in his warm, inviting scent that you swore could wake you up from a coma. “... Promise?”
“I promise.” he whispers against your skin, letting his words sink in.
You look up at him through your wet lashes. He stares down at you in silence, his eyes half-lidded, before slowly and carefully leaning down. You try to meet him halfway and lean into him as well, closing your eyes.
But instead of pressing his lips against your own, he swipes his tongue against the corner of your left eye, licking your tears away.
Your eyes snap back open and you stare at him in shock. “Valko.” you reprimand, yet your voice is soft and still exhausted.
He pulls back, and looks as though he’s deep in thought. “Salty.” he finally comments, the corners of his lips tilting into a smirk.
You continue to stare at him with parted lips. “... You’re gross.” you scoff.
But he’s quick to lean in and lick the tears from your other eye. You yelp, moving away and trying to push him off, giggling in the process.
His hands move to grab your waist, pushing you back against the mattress as he climbs on top of you.
You shield your face from him, arms coming up to hide it.
His fingers slip under your shirt to tickle your skin, making your defenses drop. He takes the opportunity to lean in again and lick an annoyingly long stripe up the side of your face, tracing the tear tracks on it.
Your laughter echoes through the bedroom as your legs start kicking up in all directions. “Valko, enough!”
He continues for a good two minutes before finally stopping. You’re caged between his biceps, staring up at him, while you try to catch your breath. He’s slightly winded too, and some of his hair has fallen on his forehead.
“... I love you.” he mutters.
Your heart squeezes painfully, and you cup his face with both hands, caressing his jawline. “I love you too.” you respond.
He leans down, lips finally pressing against your own.
Reminding you that he was real, present, and that nothing would ever change that.
valko's first time watching fireworks doesn't exactly go according to plan...
wc: 1193
content: sfw, fireworks, valko is scared of the fireworks, cuddling sappy stuff, not proofread
you absolutely adored fireworks! the colors, the atmosphere, the food that came along with it… it was one of your favorite times of the year.
so naturally, when you started dating valko, you invited him to a celebration to watch fireworks. he’d told you that his pack didn’t celebrate many holidays, and that he’d never been to something like that.
valko was having a great time at first, eating hot dog after hot dog and burger after burger. he was acclimatizing well!
you saved the two of you a nice spot on the top of a hill, perfectly set up so you can see the fireworks display. you were laying on a blanket covering the grass, head in valko’s lap as he played with your hair.
“you’re gonna love it, valko! there’s always a firework for everyone. me personally, i really like the ones that have like 20 little pops and they go tssss.” you ramble, looking up into valko’s eager eyes.
he looked as excited as you felt, and you were sure if his tail was out it’d be wagging.
“will they hit us?” he asks out of curiosity more than fear.
you shake your head. “ash sometimes hits you, but only if you’re close-”
you’re interrupted by a ‘fwoop’ of a firework shooting into the air, followed quickly by a loud bang!
you turn and look at the sky as bright shades of reds and purples streak across the abyss.
valko’s hand tightened in your hair at the boom, but you just assumed it was because he was caught off guard. it wasn’t until they set off two more fireworks thag you started to worry.
valko flinched at every boom, his thighs beneath your head quivering and shaking like a leaf in a tornado.
you frowned and sat up, turning to look at him. “whats wrong? hey, oh gosh, it’s okay-”
your poor boyfriend was covering his ears and shaking all over, his eyes wide and full of terror. you’d never seen him look scared! not even when you fought a hoard of wanderers or when he almost choked on a chicken wing.
you were about to reach out and hold his face when they set off a bigger firework than before, the boom twice as loud as the previous ones. poor valko jumped up and ran away, much like scooby-doo in the cartoons, his feet moving but his position not changing.
you jumped up and chased after him, but damn your hour of daily cardio stood no chance against a werewolf in fight-or-flight.
you called out for him and searched for valko for 15 minutes before you found him cowering and whimpering in fear under a small bridge in the park you were at.
“valko!” you crouched down in front of him and pressed your hands on top of his, muffling the bangs and booms even more. “it’s okay, they’re not gonna hurt you- shit, i’m sorry, i forgot about your hearing sensitivity.”
valko whimpered and leaned his forehead against your chest, trying to hide. his body was trembling against yours.
a few minutes pass and he seems to have calmed down a bit, the noise muffled enough for him to relax. valko pulls his head away from you and looks over your shoulder at the fireworks lighting up the sky.
he flinches every time one explodes, but he still watches for you.
by the end of the firework display, he’s calmed down enough that he’s smiling. but that wasn't enough for you.
“valko, i am so so sorry, i’m a terrible partner, i didn’t even think about the noise-” you hug him, scratching his head.
valko hums at the sensation and nuzzles your neck. the sudden lack of noise makes the air sound like it’s buzzing to him, the only other noise being people chatting quietly as they walk to their cars.
“hey, it’s okay, i didn’t think about it either. i should've known it would be loud when i saw kids with headphones.” he pulls back and smiles at you, a hint of a smirk on his lips. “can we get me some of those for next year?”
you gawk at him. “next year? you seriously want to come back?”
valko nods and leans back against a supporting beam of the bridge, pulling you into his lap. “of course, you love them. and i kinda ruined your experience this year… i’ll make it up to you next year.”
you scoff. “‘ko, if anything I ruined your experience. i could've planned better, we could've watched them from the car miles away, i could’ve gotten you headphone, i could have-”
“shhhh, enough. there’s no point in ‘would’ve could've should’ves’, it’s over with. i had a good time.” he comforts you. “and you were right, there is a firework for everyone.”
you finally smile at that, the anxiety seeping out of you slowly. maybe, despite it all, valko actually did have a good time. “oh yeah? which one did you like?”
“i liked the ones that went up like…” he mimics it with his hand, dragging his fingers up and spreading them out, before ‘exploding’ them.
you laugh and nuzzle your head into his chest. “i like those too. which colors were your favorite?”
to your surprise, valko answers quickly. “i like the yellow and blue ones.”
you raise an eyebrow and look at him like he’s crazy. “really? that’s.. an interesting combination. i didn’t even see any yellow and blue ones together.”
valko frowns. “they were all yellow and blue.”
“what? no they weren’t! there were red, orange, yellow, green, purple, blue, white, cream- how fid you only see yellow and blue?!” you ramble passionately. had valko somehow managed to only look up when they shot off yellow or blue fireworks?
uh, why was he looking at you like that? valko’s lips were quivering as he held back from laughing.
you growl lowly, annoyed, and flick his fuzzy ears that had popped out sometime in the whole ordeal. “what’s so funny, fuzzball?”
valko finally breaks, laughing in your face. “you’re forgetting a very important detail, sweetheart.” he points to one of his eyes.
your heart sinks and your face flushes with embarrassment. “you’re colorblind- oh my gosh, valko!” you smack his shoulder. “why the hell would you let me drag you to something that is too loud for you and not even pretty! uggghhh this was a waste of your time, i’m sorry.”
valko pulls you against him and laughs. “this wasn’t a waste of my time, you were so happy for those first few fireworks!”
“but you can’t even see what they’re supposed to look like.” you murmur against his chest, feeling deflated. this entire night had gone to shit, and you felt like a terrible partner for not considering his limitations.
valko shook his head. “i see the entire world that way- i see you that way. is that a waste?”
you grumble out a halfhearted ‘no’.
he smiles and pats your head. “see? then it wasn’t a waste. next year, we’ll have an even better time. maybe i’ll get some colorblind glasses to wear with my headphones!”
a/n: happy fourth of july to anyone who celebrates!!
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tags: fluff, established relationship, movie night
wc: 563
Movie nights with Valko are your favorite. Snuggling on the couch, holding him close never fails to bring you comfort. You rest your head on his chest, listening to the subtle thumping of his heart. His tail wraps around your waist, brushing your thigh.
"This one? Hmmm. You in the mood for sci-fi?" You hold up the remote, searching through genres to find something that might work.
"Nah. Seen too many of those recently."
"Horror?"
"What about a romcom?" He sighs, stretching out on your couch and resting his hands behind his head.
"What about Twilight?" He smirks, clearly trying to rile you up.
"Val! We are not watching Twilight." You laugh.
"You’re the one always comparing me to Jacob."
For some reason, the TV just isn't responding, so you press down harder on the button. You angle the remote, as if that would somehow improve the connection. Unfortunately, the smooth plastic slides out of your grip. It clatters to the floor, the battery cover popping off.
"Shit. Valko can-"
"Got it!" Valko practically dives towards the remote, grabbing the device.
"Thanks…"
"No problem!" He gives you a fanged smile.
That's weird. He seems almost… Happy? Proud? Excited? That's the word. He seems strangely excited to retrieve the remote for you. You didn't notice it at first, but now that you think about it, it's something he's done since you met.
Just last week, you dropped your pencil while you looked over reports from the Association. Before you even registered that you had dropped it, Valko handed it back to you.
Yesterday, you accidentally knocked your phone off the counter while cooking. Valko was there to pick it up.
This morning, the toothpaste tube slipped out of your hands when you were brushing your teeth. He literally ran from the other room just to help you.
Then it clicked.
"Valko," You sigh, staring him dead in the eyes. "Are you… playing fetch with me?"
"No! I'm-" His voice cracks, coming out a few octaves too high.
"Ahem." He clears his throat, his voice returning to its usual baritone. "No. What do you mean? Tch. Playing fetch. I'm not a stupid dog." He insists.
"Right…" You give him a side eye, but resume the movie search regardless.
You hand him the remote, letting him find what to watch while a plan brews in your mind. There's no way you’re letting this slide without teasing him. It's just too good an opportunity to pass up. Spotting the bag of snacks perched on the table, you reach over and grab it, letting the bag slowly fall from your hand. It lands on the ground with a crackle.
Like a sleeper agent, Valko's eyes lock onto the package. His eyes narrow, like he's stalking prey. The wolf hybrid lunges, snatching it up from the floor. Valko then places it in your lap with a gentleness that belies the urgency with which he grabbed the bag of snacks.
"Valko."
"What?"
You snicker and toss the bag across the room.
"Valko, fetch!"
He bolts up from the couch, scoops up the chips and returns it to your outstretched hands.
"Oh. No, no, you did not!" Valko's face drops as he processes what in the world just happened. Red blooms across his face and his ears twitch in anger as embarrassment sets in.
"Stupid wolf instincts." He mutters. “Stupid human."
an: I am genuinely devastated at the loss of such a wonderful character and am angry at the way infold has handled the situation. so I wrote something lighthearted for those who need it rn
also apologies if anything doesn’t make sense or is grammatically incorrect it’s 2 am rn for me and I am tired… g’night guys I sleep now ꜀( ꜆-ࡇ-)꜆ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
a special request: werewolf!Caleb loses control during his first heat with you. | CW: 18+ mdni, smut biting, breeding kink, knots, possessive behavior, feral hairy Caleb
There's something desperate and wild in his movements. A whimper here and a whine there. Caleb can't help himself—can't fully control himself—when he grinds against your underwear, desperate to feel your wet, hot cunt wrapped around his throbbing knot.
It's his first rut with you—or at least, with you as his girlfriend. Before the two of you got together, he had to lock himself away for a week. One hand furiously stroking his cock while the other scrolled through pictures of you until he came all over himself, knot pathetically squeezed between his fist while he wished it was buried in you.
Now that he has you in his arms, inhaling your sweet scent stirs his cock against his pants painfully.
"Please, please," he begs, rubbing his face against your cheek in a pathetic attempt to cover you in his scent. "Wanna mark you. Make you—ngh—make you mine."
You grimace as his stubble, you swore he shaved off earlier, scratches your skin. The hair on his body grows a little out of control during his ruts. His hair has grown a couple of inches, falling over his eyes and curling against the nape of his neck. Not to mention the patch of hair on his chest, and the thicker happy trail leading down his abdomen.
"Please," he whines, trailing his nose down your neck. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, mumbling unintelligible words. All the while, he grinds his erection against your clothed pussy.
Maybe his pheromones are rubbing off on you too because your panties are soaked through. All his pleading and his thick cock pressing against you has your body weak and pliant beneath him.
"You sure?" You card your fingers through his hair and he whimpers.
"Yes, I'll be careful."
Your heart almost cracks hearing him reassure you despite him being the one in heat.
"Just wanna…" He drags his hand down your stomach, cupping your pussy. "…breed you. Give you pups."
Despite your body arching into his touch, you laugh, "you know that's not happening."
He groans, hooking his finger around your panties and pulling them off. A string of arousal clings to them. He takes a deep breath, trying to resist the urge to lick you clean. "I know, I know. Just entertain me."
"Fine." You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, lips brushing his ear. "Breed me then."
—
Caleb ruts into you with a frenzy and desperation you've never experienced before. His stamina never falters. No matter how many times you come around his cock, his thrusts never stutter, just stuck chasing his own relief.
You lie prone beneath him, taking all that he gives, drooling and thoughtless and a dripping mess on the sheets.
"'m sorry, sorry, s-sorry," he slurs as he molds himself against you, trapping you against the bed. One hand gropes your breast, and the other claws at your belly. "I can't- I gotta-"
Then you feel it—his teeth. The sharpened canines graze your neck, not quite sinking in yet.
"I need to make you mine. No one—mphm—no one's ever gonna take you away from me," he growls against your skin.
"I'm already y-yours," you moan, tilting your head to give him fuller access to your neck.
He kisses your neck, nibbling a bit of skin, as his thrusts grow sloppy. His grip on you tightens, unwilling to let you squirm as his cock hits your gummy walls.
The words 'mine' and 'need to' are slurred over and over against your skin, and you feel the wetness of his saliva dripping down your neck.
Your body only shudders in response to his cock bullying your sensitive cunt and his finger finding your swollen clit instead of focusing on how his teeth steadily sink into your skin.
Each wild thrust pushes you into the mattress. Your trembling hand reaches up to find the longer strands of his hair and tug to anchor yourself.
Wrong move.
You squeal his name, tears dotting your lashes, when he growls and his teeth finally clamp down on your flesh, breaking skin and drawing blood. Your body locks beneath him, shocked by the pain and spilling over into pleasure as you come around him.
His cock swells, stretching you further than you've ever been before. Hot cum floods you, drenching your walls and filling you. It's uncomfortable at first with the way he still tries to fuck himself into you despite the knot refusing to let him, but he gradually relaxes as he pulls his teeth from you, licking your wound clean.
The two of you are stuck, a mess of cum and sweat staining you both, connected by his bulbous knot sitting nicely in your cunt.
"You're mine," he murmurs, nosing the fresh claim on your neck.
Your eyes begin to flutter as the world fades. You sink into the bed as he rubs soothing circles with his thumb against your stomach where his knot is swollen beneath. "All yours."
A/N — @kisses-then-more and I were thirsting so hard over werewolf!Caleb and going back and forth w headcanons so I stuffed some of them into this drabble >:) if anyone else has werewolf!Caleb headcanons I am allllll ears
as always, let me know what you thought and reblogs appreciated! thanks for reading! ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ
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✎A/N; here it is babes!! sowwryyy for the eternal waittt! CALEB'S IS SOOO LONG OMG IDK WHAT HAPPEND Y'ALL!!! Regardless, rlly hope ur enjoying it^^ xoxo
SYNOPSIS. Requested by anon ↳ ❝ [..."YOUR WRITING IS DELECTABLE OMG. I was wondering if you’d ever consider writing the lads men with a reader who is insatiable/has a high sex drive and/or ovulating and has her way with him until he’s completely worn out/begging to take a break 🫠" ] ¡! ❞
TAGS. NSFW CONTENT. MDNI! MARATHON S€X!!!! breeding. size k!nk unprotected intercourse. dirty talk. gripping their a$$, oh em gee dirty mouth zayne??!!. prone bone in Xav's. doggy. ur insatiable lmao, overstim, riding, begging. slight dumbification in sum. messyyy s€x. Caleb matching your freak(per usual). lotsss of spit and drool. oral (f & m receiving in caleb's), possessive guys. multiple positions.
ꪆৎ RAFAYEL
Your thighs are soaked and if you could, you'd feel embarrassed right now.
But that thought barely registers over the raw heat twisting in your belly. It's just the way Rafayel's broken moans and his hands trembling on your hips as you ride him that remind you just how much of a mess you are.
"Drippin' alllll over me, cutie," The wrecked gasp makes your pussy only embrace his cock in a snug hug, his grip on your hip tightening. "D-don't ya wanna take a lil break?— F-fuckkkk. M'—"
"N-nooooo, Raf'."
God, you're gonna be the death of him.
He's already at his wit's end, his spent cock barely holding onto the vicious grip of your greedy pussy. But once he heared your protesting whine over the obnonxious wet squelch squelch squelches of your sobbing cunt, he can feel his cock throbbing hard.
Your eyes meet the far back of your skull as you feel his girth swell, streeeetching your walls apart again so good.
"Don't wanna stop. Feels sooooo good, baby." The shy smile twitching up your plump lips is a stark contast to your ruthless hips slamming down onto his pelvis, and even though his dick is sweeling so angry he fears he might explode, he's still going to eat it up like he does every single time.
"Ohh-kay, cutie. G-gonna— gonna give my baby what she wants."
A strangled sound rips from his lungs as your walls clench around him again, cock twitching so frenzied inside you, glistening with your mixed juices, and so spent but still so ravenous to ram into you, deep.
He's flushed deep red now, your hands almost slipping from his sweat-slicked chest, coral locs sticking to his temple where he lies beneath you in a daze.
"Pretty." You spurt out, heat flooding your body as you take his face in hand, running your shaking flinger over his quivering, kiss-bitten lips. "You look so pretty Raf. Want— no need to—"
"F-fuck, baby, yer' gonna milk me dry," he chokes out, voice breaking on a whimper.
Oh, he's not lasting for long.
His eyes roll back as your walls clamp down on him again, fluttering so tight, so wet, it feels like your body's trying to wring every last drop out of him.
And you do.
Your hands slam down on his chest now, grinding down with reckless, mindless need. "Y-yes." you sweet growl, makes the hair on his neck stand up, teeth caging his lip. "Need you to fill me up, Raf. Need it sososo bad— hurts, it hurts!"
You bounce harder, thighs quivering, the obscene squelch of your slick echoing through the room with every punishing slam of your hips. His cock twitches inside you, overstimulated and swollen, flushed an angry red from how many times he's already shot his load into you, but your greedy cunt just won't let him go.
It’s damn near deafening—the relentless thwack, thwack, thwack of your ass slamming down onto his thighs.
The sound is soaked in slick, each impact wetter than the last. His spent, hot and thick cum already spilling out of you from your insatiable hunger, sticking messily to the insides of your thighs and the curve of your ass, smearing with every bounce, making everything sticky and so much worse.
“God, you're—fuck—you're making a mess of me, cutie," he gasps, clutching your waist like a lifeline, trying to slow you down, but your body has other plans. Your selfish walls tighten around him like a vice, milking his angry, flushed tip for every squirting spurt from his slit.
"I need you to cum again. Please," you cry out, grinding down deep, his cockhead kissing your cervix with each brutal drop of yours. "Wan' your cum, Raf! Need ya to fill me up again, wanna be stuffed, baby. Can't—nghhh!—can't stop until you breed me."
"Breed you?"
The sound he lets out is downright animalistic, his hips snapping up with brutal force, matching your pace with a ferocity that makes your eyes roll back. "Fuckin insatiable. Already dripping and it's still not enough, h-hahh?" He's fucking up into you now, ironclap grip on your hips surely leaving marks as your body jolts and falls ontop of his, your restless hips twisting and twitching against his brutal thrusts.
"G-gonna pump your greedy fucking pussy so full— o-ohhh, yeahhh."
You whimper is so high-pitched you barely recognize yourself anymore, body convulsing as your climax rips through you, and even in your haze you don't stop. You keep clenching, desperate to squeeze another load from his overstimulated, twitching cock.
He's babbling now, lost in it, eyes glazed and teeth clenched so tight he might break his jaw. "Ohhh, it's comin, m' cummin' take it take it take—"
"Mhmmm, give it ta me, Raf! Allll of it, one more, pleaseeee!"
At that, his slit spurts one last whispy load of cum into the depth of your pussy, and you grind happily down onto him to make it stay there, deep inside of you, humming in delight at the warmth flooding through you.
And as he feels your fluttering walls clench around him again, your hips slowly grinding down again, his head falls back against the sheets, a raw, desperate whimper escaping his throat.
Your walls clamp around him fiercely, squeezing so tight, demanding more.
He can't. He can't he can't he—
His hands dig into your ass, lifting you higher, up, up, up— until his cum seeps from your spent, dripping heat, a pleased sigh following suit.
But then your eyes meet his, wide and pleading, and your hands wrap around his slick, spent cock, fingers trembling as they stroke him, coated in his own mess.
Well, he can surely take—
"One more, please?"
Right?
ꪆৎ CALEB
Hot.
The only word to describe your feelings right now, because it has you wound up so tight, you're trembling. You think you might explode if you're sweet, teasing boyfriend won't fill you up this very moment.
But the way Caleb's looking at you in the mirror, he might beat you to it.
"You feel it too, don't you, Cay'?" you whisper, rocking your ass back against the bulge straining so painfully in his grey sweats.
They cling to him, snug and low on his hips, almost too tight. His bare chest is fully exposed, every cut of muscle gleaming under the low light of the room, your squirming shadow dancing over his skin and reflecting off the mirror.
His grin is sharp, eyes burning with hunger, preying over you through the mirror, a palm pressing to your lower belly, just below the waistband of your panties.
"Feel it? Baby, I smell it."
His voice is a growl against your skin, lips dragging slow and wet down the curve of your neck. He breathes you in, tongue flicking out to lick a long stripe from your neck all the way to the shell of your ear. "You're soaked."
You whimper as he rolls his hips, grinding his aching cock into you, still hidden beneath the fabric of his boxers. His other hand cups your throat from behind, guiding your gaze back to the mirror.
"Look."
You do.
"O-oh."
It's fucking obscene.
Your panties are halfway down your thighs, your legs shaking as you brace yourself against the dresser, your boyfriend's bare chest pressed to your back, hand tightening against your throat, almost daring you to look away.
Burning. Every fieber of your being is burning up, screaming at every slight touch of him. The faintest brush of his fingers against your skin sends you twitching.
A needy whimper slips out as you feel the thick press of his bulge grinding against your ass. You arch and roll your hips back into him, shamelessly, pleading without words, silently begging him to do something— anything, to ease this ache between your thighs before you actually go insane.
"In all these years together," he murmurs against your ear, voice low and dangerous. "I've never seen you like this, pips'. What's got you so hot and bothered tonight?"
You meet his eyes in the mirror before tearing them down to his fingers tugging at the hem of your panties.
"It's y-your fault. All because of—"
"Me?" His grip tightens, voice a whisper against your ear in surprise.
"Mhmmm."
"Hm. Can't have my baby all pouty now, can I?"
He whirls you around in one fluid motion, effortlessly scooping you up and tossing you onto the bed
Fuck that damned mirror, he wants the real thing.
He rips your panties the rest of the way off, strong biceps pushing your legs apart, groaning low in his throat at the sight of your weeping cunny, screaming for his attention.
"Oh fuckkk," he mutters, eyes wild and flickering between your glisterning pussy up to your flustered face. "T-this is—" he pauses, finger swiping through your folds to collect your slick, dick jumping in his pants as he sees your hole clenching around nothing, juices dripping in the process, "—heaven."
You whimper as he dips down to lick a stripe up your inner thigh, hot breath ghosting over your pussy. You could damn near scream from his endles teasing, damn near crying as your hips buck up towards his face with a frustrated groan. "N-no teasin'! Please, pleasepleaseplease—"
"Hush, baby. It's her turn now."
Before you can even think of quirking your eyebrows in question he's already burying his face between your thighs, and you let out a scream.
His tongue is fucking relentless, flicking the muscle over your clit with cruel precision before loooong drags collect your juices, his adam's apple bobbing as he's slurping up every drop.
It's like he's starving, and well, maybe he actually is.
His hot tongue circles your puffy button slow just to watch you twitch, then sucks it between his lips with so much force that your legs threathen to clamp around his head.
Until you actually do.
Thighs locking his head in place, your hands scrambling through his hair. He groans against your pussy, the sound feral, almost a whimper, sending vibrations straight through your core. Your fingers scramble through his thick brown locs, tangling and twisting until you're yanking them hard from the roots.
"Yeahhh, use me, baby. C'mon."
His rambles dissapear into your pussy, responding moan so filthy and needy. He could get used to this new neediness of yours.
God, he loves this.
He wraps his arms tighter around your thighs, locking you in place, and whining into your pussy like he's gone mad.
"Just like that, Cay'! Nghhh! don't stop, soooo good!"
Yeah, he's gone mad.
And you? You're gone.
Drooling, rutting your hips into his mouth without a shred of shame. Your body moves on instinct now, so lost in the pleasure that your eyes flutter shut, tummy sucking in as you feel yourself nearing your release.
Slurp, slurp, slurps fill the room and it's so messy— your juices coating the lower half of his face, some bleeding into the sheets below.
He glances up, pulling back just enough, and fuck, what a sight.
Your eyes glisten with unshed tears, wide and glassy pupils blown. A firm drip of drool escapes the corner of your mouth, tracing a long line down your chin. You sniffle softly, nose red and a thin sheen of sweat clings to your skin.
"My poor, poor baby."
The soft tone of his voice is a stark betrayal of what his mouth is doing to you.
His tongue is merciless, flicking and lapping at your folds with so much persicion, every lick calculated to push you further towards your limits.
He latches onto your clit with a groan, sucking hard, your thighs seizing up around his head in a headlock. Your fingers claw uselessly at the sheets, legs kicking, entire body coiled tight.
"G-god, Caleb! So good, don't stop, don't—"
Right then, your orgasm crashes over you with so much force, your head digs back into the matress. Your hips buck up wildly, unable to process the sudden pleasure washing over you, and your sweet, loving boyfriend licks you through it.
He just keeps going, keeps tasting you, even as your thighs shake and you try to twist away from from him, his wet hot tongue overwhelming you.
It's so much, too much, but still, you want—
"M-moreee! Wan' more! Need to—"
Smack!
The sharp sudden sting hits your soaked pussy before you can finish the sentence, palm cracking against your sensitive folds with a wet slap. You let out a loud, broken cry, your head twisting against the pillow as your thighs clamp together on instinct.
"No worries. Gonna give it to ya'."
Only then does he spread you open with both hands, thumbs dragging your slick folds apart to admire the way you twitch and throb. And only then does he finally pull back, tongue slipping out to taste you one last time, his chin and lips soaked, glistening with your juices.
He stays like that, lower face shining in your essance, to lazy to even bother wiping it away as his eyes lock onto you, pupils darkening.
And as he sees your hungry gaze he silently thanks the whole damn universe for your sudden neediness today.
Fucking finally a time for his inner freak to shine.
You're already moving before he says a word, scrambling weakly up onto your knees, hands clutching at his waistband like a woman possessed.
And maybe you are.
"Hurryyyyyy," you whimper, dragging the word out through a long sob. "P-please, baby! Pleaseeee, I want— Need you in me right now."
Oh, how impatient you are.
Eagerly, he shoves his sweats down and kicks them off, cock already flushed and leaking from the torture. He doesn't dare to tease, already climbing ontop of you to grab your hips, and drives into you in one deep thrust.
The stretch is so sharp and overwhelming that you scream out, white-hot blaze overcoming you.
Your walls clamp down around him so fiercely he groans, his pre squirting out with urgency, head falling back, eyes rolling shut.
He underestimated you.
"H-holy shit, baby—so damn tight— h-hahhh!"
You're already back into your drunken daze, meeting his thrusts as your heat-addled clit grinds against his faint brown trail of hair.
"Harder," you pant, nails clawing at his shoulders, his strong arms quick to lift your legs onto his shoulders, hitting your g-spot over and over again.
But it's not enough.
"I said hahhh-harder, Caleb—"
He growls, pushing your legs firmly against your shoulders, your legs dangling above your head as he slams into you faster now, rougher. Unrelenting. His hands dig into the flesh of your thighs, the new position causing your muscles to burn from the stretch, and every thrust hits you so deep, fat tip kissing your cervix, your vision blurs.
"Not gonna last," he blurts out, mouth covered in your slick now attacking yours, diving in as if your mouth would grant him air. "You're too fucking—shit! Toooo good—"
He's going to be the death of you.
"C-cum inside, baby." you moan, hands griping his shoulders, biceps, hips, anything to make him ram into your greddy cunny faster, longing for him to prod at your womb. "Need your cum, baby. F-fill me— uhhh! up!"
His balls tighten, almost painfully so, mouth hanging open as drool drips down, right into your awating mouth and he just know this isn't going to be the last load for him tonight.
He knocks the breath out of you with a brutal push of his hips, his girth hauling your walls further apart as his fat mushroomy head throbs, close, soooo close to fill you to the brim.
"A-alright, pips. Anything for my needy princess."
You're going to be the death of him.
ꪆৎ SYLUS
You're trembling, knees straddling Sylus's broad hips, riding him like your entire body burns with desperate need. His hands grip your thighs, trying to ground you, get you to slow down, but it's already to late.
"Gods," he groans, voice hoarse, on the brink of cracking. His dark, ruby eyes in search of yours and you swear he grows even larger inside you as your eyes lock. "You're killing me here, sweetie."
"M' sorry, Sy. Can't stop, can't—"
His lips crash down onto yours, muffling your pleas with a desperate kiss. His strong hands tighten on your hips, pulling you impossibly closer, every thrust deeper and more urgent than the last.
"You don't have to," he murmurs against your mouth, voice thick with lust, ruby eyes eating you alive. "Have me. Use me."
He's done it now.
You grind down harder, hips snapping desperately against him, breath uneven and broken. And every frantic roll of yours pulls a low growl from his throat, his girthy length pulsating inside your gooey walls.
His hefty cock draaags along every sensitive nerve inside you, thick and heavy, stretching your weeping walls to their limit and you swear he gets harder with every needy rut you throw at him.
"Honey, I don't think I can—"
His jaw clenches tightly, teeth grazing his bottom lip as he struggles to maintain his composure. His head sinks into the sheets, gray hair forming a halo around his head as cheery eyes flutter before snapping back to yours, pupils blown wide.
"Y-you're so— sooo"
"Hmm? M' what, Sy'?"
You whimper, grinding down until he's pressed so deep you can feel him bulging inside your lower belly, leaving a visible imprint of himself there.
And It's only driving you further into insanity.
"You're gonna ruin me," he pants, voice thick with lust, a slight crack audible. "Ohhh, gonna fucking ruin me, sweetie. L-look at you."
You press your forehead against his, panting, your walls clench so tight you feel every vein and even the slight right curve of his girth.
Sylus's hands travel up your sides, grip ironclad, his thumbs digging into your ribs. His control is slipping, obvious in the way his dark ruby eyes widen, groan rumbling in his chest when you shift your weight and rock your hips harder against him.
He oggles at your eyes rolling to the back of your head, gripping your nape and pulling you down until his mouth meets yours agar, slamming his mouth against yours with such force, teeth and tongues clash.
"You're everything," he mutters against your lips, saliva connecting you both, voice cracking under the pressure. "So fucking perfect."
Your nails dig into his shoulders, breath hitching in desperate gasps in rythm to the bed creaking under you both as his hips jerk, matching your frantic rhythm.
"Keep going, love." He breaks into a grunt as your head falls into the crook of his neck, painting his ivory skin with bubbling drool.
"Thaaat's my girl."
There's nothing else inside your fucked out mind except for him him and more him.
Sylus. Sylus. Sylus.
Feisty hips bouncing on him, desperate to feel every inch, every frantic pulse, your walls fluttering, dragging Sylus closer to the edge with every desperate thrust.
And you notice from his deep groan, his parted lips aswell as his hands sliding under your arms, pulling you impossibly closer. His breath fans across your skin, heavy and ragged.
"You're driving me mad." He's a drooling mess himself now, thighs clenching as his balls tighten up, so damn close to filling your eager cunt up.
You lift your head before pathetically falling against his lips, saliva messily smearing all across his lower face.
He growls, hips snapping up with brutal force, obscenely loud and wet plap plap plap echoing the room, his grip on your hips tightening, his fingers digging in like you could dissapear if he ever dared to let go.
"I'm close" He moans shamelessly into your mouth now, burrying his cock deeper, reddened tip hitting your cervix with each of his bold jerks up into you. "So close."
"N-ghhh, me t-toooo!" you sob, words barely forming through your moans.
"Gonna cum! Gonna fucking cum, Sy! Pleaseee—"
Then he surges upright, wrapping one strong arm around your waist, the other sliding down to grip your ass with a loud smack! and slam you down on him, over and over until you're voice betrays you, wails and whimpers flooding out from your lips.
His cock drives up into you so deep your toes curl, hitting the same perfect spot again and again, robbing cries from your sobbing pussy.
Plap plap plap.
"Better hold on tight, sweetie."
He grabs your hips, slams up, and fucks you like he hates you. The bed shrieks, holding on for deat life as the headboard rattles against the walls and in these moments you're thankful you live in the N109-Zone with no neighbours.
"Yesyesyes! Js like that, Sy!"
There's a thick white ring of your slick forming at the base of his cock, clinging to him with every brutal thrust, and when he looks down and sees it, something snaps inside him.
He flips you onto your stomach, quickly slipping inside your addicting heat again, as if it pains him to not be inside your for any second longer. His cock slips back inside your dripping heat with a lewd twack! and the both of you groan, breath hitching in sync as he sinks in to the hilt for the nth time tonight.
Your back arches, panting against the pillow as your nails claw at the sheets, loud whail earning a breathless chuckle from man above.
"Please Sy! Need your cum s-so bad— need you to breed me."
He lets out a broken sound, somewhere between a gasp and a growl before burying himself deep with one last snap of his hips.
His body stiffens as his cock twitches and pulses inside you, flooding you with wave after wave of hot white cum. You clench down hard, milking him for what he's worth, moaning his name as your own orgasm hits like a shockwave, body trembling beneath his.
He stays pressed against you, breath harsh against your neck, hand splayed across your lower back to keep you right where he wants you, lewd squelch from your stuffed cunny letting out a broken whine. You twitch under him, drooling into the pillow, body still shaking from how hard you came.
"This heat's not out of you yet, is it?"
You shake your head with a weak cry, drooling against the pillow.
"Then," he muses, kissing the shell of your ear, slow and almost sweet,
"Best start picking out a new bed you want, sweetie."
ꪆৎ XAVIER
"It's little moments like these,"
he pants against your ear, "that remind you just how much more my sweet princess can take."
You're out of breath, slick and shaking from everything he's already wrung out of you, but he couldn't care less. He doesn't even want you to recover and catch your breath.
And he sure as hell doesn't let you.
He spins you around like youre a mere feather-weight, palms branding into your hips as he manhandles you onto the bed, chest down and ass up.
Your hands scramble for purchase, fingers knotting into the sheets just as you feel the blunt heat of his hefty length press between your thighs again, his cock smearing pre over the curve of your ass, coating it in a shining glee.
"Could get used to you being like this, you know," he hums, one slender finger tracing up your stomach before resting on one of your breasts, giving it a tight squeeze, "you loooove getting all cockdrunk and dumb on me, huh?"
"Mhmm! Love you! Love your—"
"Say it right."
His words pierce through just like his dick through past your puffy folds, tip curving right against the spot that has you mewling out, almost like a button being pressed.
A sharp smack! to your ass follows his firm words, soon rubbing soothingly over the reddened globe as his cock slides out, leaving only his tip cramped in your hole.
"L-love it when you fuck me dumb, Xav'! Love getting drunk on your cock! But p-please..."
Your hips jerk back, earning a growl from his as he inspects your greedy pussy engulfing half of his length now, eager to suck him back in whole.
"... Still not enough. Need more."
Your pleading whimpers are muffled against the pillow face first as he fully rams into you again, body firmly pressed against yours. His throbbing girth is fully nestled inside you, his light chuckle hot against your ear.
"Talking outta that greedy pussy again."
You bite your lip in shame or amusement, you don't know. Desperate and wild grinds of your hips move back against his, rutting hard with every agonizingly slow drag of his hips.
He slides in and out of you like butter, your previous squirts of juices and his thick hot cum creating the perfect lubricant.
It's filthy— the kind of slick, nasty glide that sends sparks through your overstimulated nerves. Every time he pulls back, a string of mixed fluids clings between your swollen folds and his soaked cock, glistening, connecting you to him like a leash. The wet schlik schlik schlik of it echoes in the room, punctuated only by your choked moans and the brutal slap of skin on skin.
You're so swollen, so stretched, your body clutching at him like he's your prey.
"Tight fuckin' thing," he snarls, hands gripping your waist, forming half moons with his nails on your skin. "Keep moving those hips for me, angel— o-oh fuckkkk! Don't stop."
You don't. You can't. Rutting back with abandon, desperate and so greedy, your hips roll and slam into his with haste. You can feel every throb of his cock inside you, feel it twitch and pulse as his rhythm grows savage.
Fuck, you could die like this— pressed neatly against the sheets with your beloved boyfriend rutting you deeper into the matress for the nth time tonight.
His pace turns feral, brutal, the whaming of his hips against your ass growing harder, meaner.
"Y-yes! Yes, Xav! Gimmie more baby," you pant, hands reaching back to grip at his ass, thigh, anything to make him plug deeper into you, your stuffed cunny shrieking and squeking with every of his brutal thrusts, "m-more."
"My pillow princess can't even think straight now, hmm?. She's doing the talking for you now, huh?"
You grind faster, rubbing your clit against the curve of his pelvis, breath hitching in shaky gasps. The way he holds you, the weight of him pressing into your back, makes you lose yourself completely— heat spilling over, body shaking with need.
"Greedy little hole doesn't wanna let me go," he hisses, panting harder now, fucking you through the clench, feeling your now god-knows which-one-orgasm aproach. "A-ahhhh, hear that? Oh yeah, so fucking loud, begging me to fill her up again."
No answer, you're just cumming, squirting against the sheets, orgasm hitting you like a punch in the gut and fuck— he surely is digging in it.
His hand wretch your head up by your neck now, ocean eyes drinking up your agape mouth, lolling out tongue and your fluttering eyes, biting his lip to keep him from cummin in you right then and—
Shit.
Xavier's voice catches in his throat. His head tips back, throat bared. His hands try to grip your waist, then fall limp beside you helplessly, falling right ontop of you as now faint whisps of cum spurt out, meekly adding to the previous buckets of cum resting in your flodded pussy.
And he's still hard.
Well, you don't seem to be satisfied either. Not with your desperate arches, trying to get him to move even though he's fully laying ontop of you, barely leaving you air to breathe.
"O-one more." you purr, one hand trailing down to lock his fingers with yours.
He twitches inside you weakly, shaky sigh escaping him and glassy eyes snapping open.
You still want more?
"You're killing me, princess."
You giggle against the pillow, low lidded eyes shooting him a smug grin, spit painted mouth glisterning.
"Good."
ꪆৎ ZAYNE
In what world could he've known that his sweet little wife could get like this?
Sure, he's always pliant to your needs, always does his best to grant your every wish, make you happy. He'd kiss your ankles if you asked, worship the ground you walked on with no shame at all.
You're his wife, after all. His one and only.
But this? This has his mind fucking reeling.
He's never, not once, seen you like this—wild-eyed and sweat-slicked, mouth parted in shameless moans as you grind yourself up into him with no sign of stopping. Your nails drag hot down his spine, then grip tight around his ass, pulling him into you, holding him there like he might even think to leave.
Like he could.
Zayne groans, loud and ragged, hips stuttering as your soaked, greedy cunt sucks him right back in every time he tries to pull out. You're milking him, clenching down; your body refusing to give him a moment's rest—and it's driving him insane.
"Not e-enough," you gasp, lips brushing the shell of his ear, voice so wrecked it makes his cock twitch inside you. "Need more. Wanna feel your cock deeeeep inside."
Well, he can't complain, to be honest.
"More?" he pants, almost incredulous. But the way he smiles, like he's so far gone on you it hurts says everything needed to be said. "Already fucked my darling wife dumb. Doesn't even know what nasty of a mouth she's got on her now."
You just moan, nodding that fucked-out little head of yours frantically, lips dragging across his throat as you rock your hips up again, taking him even deeper. He moans, losing his rhythm completely, slamming back into you with a helpless sound that borders on a whimper.
Your light chuckle sweels his heart—and cock. You kiss his cheek, sweet and breathless. "Yours, Zayne. All yours. Now give it ta' me."
You've done it now. You broke your poor husband's brain.
Before you can blink, he's flipped you over, your knees pressed into the mattress, arms trembling under your weight. You barely register the movement before his leaking tip is already forcing its way back in, sliding through your slick pussy.
He spanks you. Hard.
"You want more?"
"Oh fuckkk yes, I—!"
But he's not talking to you. His gazes falls directly down to your greedy cunny sucking him in, examining the mess that drip drip drips down your legs and onto the sheets.
"Want me to ruin my pretty wife, huh?"
He snarls at your snug cunny and takes the loud squelch! as an answer, bracing his hands on both of your ass cheeks, spreading you wiiiide to get a better view.
"Alright. Then take it, you nasty girl."
Skin slapping skin, his hips driving forward in brutal, punishing thrusts, fucking you with none of that usual sweetness of his. Just raw, filthy. You cry out, over and over, face buried in the sheets, hands clawing for purchase, head spinning with dizziness.
God, you're husband's out of this world. You're not even sure what you did to deserve a man like him.
"I'll take it, all of it!" you sob, hips pushing back to meet his every thrust. "Want it all, Zayne! W-wanna feel all hot and full inside—!"
He actually growls like some beast, ramming his cock damn near into your poor womb, and you scream when his hand snakes down and smacks your clit, a wet slap! followed by furious circles that make your thighs quake.
"You like that, don't you?" he growls, head falling to the crook of your neck to sink his teeth into your shoulder, earning a shriek. "Like me pounding you stupid while your pretty little cunt begs for more?"
You nod frantically, sobbing, helpless to the way your orgasm starts to crest, so tight and fast, your walls spasming around him, trying to milk him again.
"My wife's talking outta her pussy again, huh?" he huffs, snapping his hips harder, tip forming a deep buldge in your tummy. "Sloppy little hole just keeps begging. She's so loud, baby."
Your orgasm slams into you like a wave, shattering you completely. Your arms give out under the weight of it, body collapsing onto the soaked sheets as your cunt gushes around him, spraying down your thighs in a messy rush, soaking his cock and making a lewd, slick sound as he fucks you through it. And he doesn't even slow down, just drives in harder, chasing his own end with vicious rams.
"Want more, Zayne... please,"
Voice wrecked and slurred, your body's still trembling from the last orgasm. You're soaked, dripping, stretched and raw, but that greedy little pulse in your cunt won't stop—you're still needy, still aching.
Zayne's panting above you, face flushed, hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. He’s still buried to the hilt inside you, cock twitching, cum leaking out around the base with every tiny clench of your slick walls.
"W-what about a quick break, darling? Promise I'll—"
"N-noooo," you whine, lip wobbling, eyes stinging as water builds at your lash line, hipsalready back to rutting and arching back into him, his fresh seed spilling from your overflowed hole. “Pleaseee, baby. Want more, my husband's fucking me soooo good."
"Alright then."
His voice is wrecked, but the second he sees the tears in your eyes and the desperate grind of your hips against his, he snaps. Whatever doubt or exhaustion he had left is gone.
He leans in close, presses wet kisses to your cheek as his thrusts get messier and more frantic. "Happy wife," his cock twitches deep inside you, mushroomy head pulsating with fatigue, spurting the last remnats of his whispy cum,
i think caleb’s a sadist but not in the traditional way of inflicting physical pain—instead he likes embarrassing you. after years together he knows the little things that makes your palms clammy and heart race.
he notices every single reaction you have, like the gasps you let out when he comes up behind you to help grab a dish from a top shelf. its not just his length pressing into the curve of your ass that has you nervous, but also the fact his 6’2 frame engulfs you. you’re completely vulnerable around him, he can do and say anything and you’d have to take it—what other choice did you have?
there’s no running from the colonel.
right now was no different. caleb had you squished underneath him, your back rubbing against his chest every time he harshly thrusted into you. the wet sound of his skin slapping yours sounded through the room, lewd noises making you whine every time he bottomed out inside you.
he licked up the length of your neck, chuckling at the way your walls tightly squeezed around his length.
“f-feels…ngh really good” you moaned, earning a particularly hard slam of his pelvis against your ass, his cock bruising your cervix with every thrust.
“oh yeah? does it f-feel so good, baby?” he mocked, voice pitching up in tone when he mimicked your voice. you nodded furiously as he continued to fuck his cock past the tight muscles of your cunt. “cmon, tell me again. ya gonna cum for me? gonna cum on daddy’s big dick?”
you whined at the title he used for himself, insisting you call him it any time the two of you were alone. “yes daddy, please ‘m g-gonna…”
your voice trailed off as you felt pleasure building up in your stomach, heart racing as your high approached. just as you felt the initial shocks of your climax start to wash over you, caleb pulled himself completely away from you, flipping you onto your back and pinning your arms down on either side of you.
caleb clicked his tongue as your thighs squeezed together in search of stimulation, using his knees to keep your legs open for him. “didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?”
his eyes crinkled with laughter as tears streaked down your cheeks, a pout unconsciously forming on your lips. he cooed at the sight, immediately copying your action and watching the way your already reddened cheeks flushed even deeper. “aw, cmon baby don’t cry…y’know what to say if you want it”
you hesitantly nodded before just barely composing yourself, trying to work up the courage to say the words he was waiting for. “c-cay…daddy, please let me cum? wan’ you to fill me up while i cum for you”
a mean grin spread over caleb’s face, his lips pressing almost violently against yours while he lined his length up to your entrance. “wasn’t so hard, was it? now let daddy feel this pretty pussy cum, yeah?” he emphasized the title just as he pressed himself into you once more, resuming his previous pace with renewed vigour.
he brought his hands to the backs of your thighs, pressing them against your front to get more leverage to thrust into you. the new position had his happy trail grinding against your clit, immediately bringing you back to the peak of your climax.
your walls clamped around his length without warning, triggering both of your highs. caleb’s hips stuttered against yours as he continued to move in tandem with your body, a groan sounding from his throat before he collapsed onto you.
the sound of heavy breathing replaced your intense noises of pleasure as you both came down.
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