gege’s honeygirl

last time, you had chosen a romance movie- complete with a sex scene, in which the poor guy was staring past the tv for the entirety of. you could see with how red his cheeks had gotten and how his palms laid over his crotch that he had finally gotten the idea in his head.

but he never acted on it. even when you scooted closer and laid your head on his shoulder, nuzzling and whispering, “this is a good movie, right?”

“yep, totally!” his voice had even sounded strained. but nothing else happened.

okay, not a romance then.

you grab the snacks and alcohol from your kitchen and set it on the table. valko is looking up at you before shooting forward and saying, “nice, you got my choco pretzels!” he hauls at least 3 into his mouth and chomps them messily.

“mhm. it’s a scary movie. is that okay, val?” his face drops. you cock an eyebrow at his sudden, forced smile. “that’s fine!”

he doesn’t say anything more, but his frenzied eyes speak for itself. you hold your laughter back while you turn off the lights and grab a few blankets. he still hasn’t requested a different movie as you take your spot next to him, so you crack open a can of beer and start the movie.

within fifteen minutes, he has resorted to sitting on the floor, hand wrapped around your ankle. his eyes are trained on the screen, mouth parted in his focus. it would be cute if your goal wasn’t to get laid.

you reach for your second beer now that you’ve finished the first, and you still aren’t sure he’ll accept your advances. you drink it considerably faster, but your leg is gripped and jostled by him reacting to a jumpscare. some of the alcohol in your can is forced out and drips down your wrist.

“fuck- sorry! that was so scary.” he shudders, staring up at you through his glasses. you shrug, set down your can, and bring your wrist up to your mouth. you stare into his eyes and lick the spilled liquid up from your skin. you’re starting to feel your desire outweigh your fear of rejection.

before you can see how he reacts other than his usual dumbstruck stare, your front door opens.

you shoot up on your feet. none of your roommates should be home- they would’ve texted you; they know your plan!

“whose car is outside, pips?” your skin chills from the the familiar voice, partly annoyed and partly playful.

“do you have a boyfr-” you slap your palm over valko’s mouth.

“no- shut up. it’s just… just my brother.” you seethe. the living room is past the kitchen, where the front door is, so you have time to stop him. you take your hand off of valko’s mouth and put your finger over your lips to tell him to be quiet. he nods quickly.

you keep the movie playing and leave, walking into the kitchen.

arrogant and tall, caleb is standing in front of your now locked front door. he’s wearing a white and orange skyhaven shirt, now cut into a tank, and black cargo pants.

“what are you doing here. you’re supposed to be in skyhaven.”

“woah. that’s not a nice face.” he smiles- not his usual, happy one. it’s rueful and annoyed. you dodge his outstretched hand and cross your arms. his hand still finds the top of your head, ruffling your hair. you scowl as he tuts, “god forbid i take my finals early so i can surprise my meimei.”

“what did i say about coming by unannounced.” he shrugs, smiling and completely unaffected by your unhappiness. he’s looking around your kitchen, scanning the counters and tables and the ground- valko’s big fucking shoes!

“something about not doing it. luckily, gege’s word is final. and gege disapproved. so whose car?” he steps further into the kitchen- purposely taking a big step over valko’s shoes.

“my roommate’s. she’s out with friends.” you know it doesn’t work. caleb probably knows what cars your roommates drive. he flicks his eyes back to yours and asks knowingly, “yeah? those her shoes too?”

“caleb, get out!” you try to push him out the door, but he sidesteps you and begins pathing to the living room. “nah. where is he.”

“are you serious-” he spins around and leans down to your level as his hand wraps around your wrist.

“are you seriously letting over guys who i haven’t approved of?” he’s staring into your eyes with a mean stare, his face stern and serious.

“he’s just a friend, you freak!” he narrows his eyes and straightens. another forced, cold smile darkens his face.

“then i’ll be his friend, too. that’s fine, right?”

yeah, you’re not winning this fight. he’s always been such a freak about relationships- not that you haven’t been a pain to his, regardless if they were romantic or not. any girl around your caleb is nothing more than a threat.

you follow him into the living room, where valko is still sitting on the floor, engrossed in the scary film. when he notices caleb’s frame, he scrambles off of the floor and stands there awkwardly. he scratches the back of his head as caleb stares him down.

“uhh- hi, i’m valko yin! you’re her- her brother, right? we were just watching this movie- it’s kinda scary, but-”

“is that what she told you?” caleb cuts him off. his voice is barely deeper than it is when he’s just with you- he’s such a loser, trying to act tough in front of your potential suitor. he always does. valko cocks his head.

“she didn’t tell me anything about the movie. maybe she’s seen it before, but it doesn’t seem too com-”

“no. that i’m her brother.”

“caleb, shut up.” he is single handedly going to ruin your month long attempt of getting fucked into the mattress- like he’s done with all of your relationships your entire life. just for him to romantically, sexually tease you before leaving to attend the academy.

“oh. yeah!” valko answers.

“well, it’s-”

“complicated.” caleb cuts you off. he gives you a knowing, cocky smile before looking back at valko’s confused expression. you want to strangle him.

“like steps?” he asks. for once, caleb chooses to do the right thing by not answering him. instead, he points to the empty and open cans on the table.

“you drinking?”

“nooo way. that’s for parties.”

caleb turns to you. his jaw is clenched, and his violet eyes are still narrowed and dark.

“yeah, mei. that’s for parties. or did you need some liquid courage?”

“caleb!” you groan. he is insufferable. he’s no longer looking at you possessively, but at valko smugly.

“valko, right? how many times you been over here?”

“three, i think? i would invite her over, but my roommates are fucking animals.”

“have you fucked her yet?”

there’s three seconds of silence before you shout, “what the fuck, caleb!” and the jerk only laughs. valko’s face reddens the fastest it ever has; you can’t even meet his gaze after caleb asks that.

“i guess not. that’s probably why she busted that out.”

“you’re the worst.” you complain, shoving past him and sitting on the couch. this is so typical of him. all you get from him is another conceited shrug.

“is she not your type? just tell her now. i dunno if she would give up. she might just turn herself into a drunk slut tryin’ to get in your pants.”

you cover your face with your hands. you wish you could disappear. or that caleb would.

“i… don’t have sex with drunk girls.”

“so she’s not your type?”

“i- i didn’t say that.” he sounds so sheepish and small.

“soooo, what then? look at what she’s wearing, dude.” oh god.

“please shut up.” you groan. it’s just a pajama set of shorts and a spaghetti tank (the built-in bra is too tight, and the shorts are too short).

“i don’t really pay attention to… to that stuff.” valko says. of course he doesn’t.

“so you don’t wanna fuck her?”

“i didn’t- i didn’t say that!”

“hear that, pips? you might get lucky after all.” caleb laughs teasingly. you hate how he’s able to get such a rise out of you- you rarely get to get your revenge.

“yeah? you’re gonna go back to skyhaven?” you grumble in your palms. he doesn’t comment on your snarkiness as he sits down next to you and pauses the movie. “be nice.” he says steadily and pats the top of your head to ruffle your hair. “i’m helping you, right? i just wanna make sure my little sister gets what she wants.”

what you want, your ass. he wants to humiliate you, to ruin you for anyone other than him. he’s always been selfish, even greedy at times. so have you.

“i don’t need your help.” you take your hands away from your face to glare at caleb, who pouts mockingly.

“no? then why hasn’t he fucked you yet?”

“do- do you want me to leave?” valko asks dumbly. he’s facing the two of you, hands in fists on each side of him. you groan as caleb snorts. you refuse to let this go his way. to let another boy get scared off because of his possessive tendencies.

“no. i don’t.” both of them give you a surprised look at your answer- you don’t care. not about the possible rejection or your burning embarrassment. not anymore.

you blink at valko and tap the open spot next to you on the couch. “come here, val.”

caleb stiffens next to you as valko obeys and sits next to you. you set your hand on his thigh; his eyes turn wide and unsure at the contact. you face him and run your palm over his skin softly, batting your eyelashes. your finger dips under the seam of his shorts. even though your heart is racing, you want to keep going. the look in his eyes drives you to.

“you really couldn’t tell?” you ask softly. he has that bewildered look on his face: mouth open and eyes shocked. he shakes his head dumbly, and you squeeze his thigh. caleb’s hand lands possessively on your waist, so you lean closer to valko.

“am i your type?” you whisper. the air between the two of you is electrifying. you swap your gaze from his parted lips and his focused eyes as he nods again. you’re close enough to feel his breath on your lips.

you turn to caleb and sneer, “see? i don’t need your help, ge.” his tongue juts from behind his cheek in frustration, and you bump your nose against his to whisper, “i can fuck any guy i want.”

his attempt to kiss you is admirable, but you’re faster. you lean back and shake your head at him, which only deepens his grimace as his hand flexes on your waist.

you can’t embarrass him in the way he embarrasses you, but you can annoy him in other ways. and this mix of taunting and torturing is something you never knew you needed.

you turn back to valko- his eyes are dazed and near pleading. you squeeze his thigh, and a whine comes from the back of his throat. his expression is wrecked already- his tilted glasses aren’t helping him. it’s all the confirmation for your next action.

you kiss him- partly because he looks like he’ll start crying if you don’t, but also to piss caleb off. you feel the latter’s hand tense on your thigh as you squeeze your fingers around valko’s jaw, keeping him still as you slowly kiss into his mouth. he tries to grab your face, but you intercept his hand with your other one to lower it back onto his lap. he cranes his neck to deepen it, brushing his canines against your tongue and whining.

it’s better than you imagined. you’re warm, dizzy, drunk from his kiss.

he whines in your mouth when you drop your hand from his jaw to ultimately pull away. his eyes are wide and wanting, framed by furrowed eyebrows; his skin is flushed after the considerably short kiss. he leans forward again, but you shake your head and smile coyly. his pout is adorably sad.

caleb’s eyes are burning a hole in the back of your head, so you turn to look at him. he practically jumps on you. both of his hands attach themselves to your face, and the force of his body pushes yours back- closer to valko. another hand settles around your hip as caleb licks into your mouth. he devours you, really. and you let him, angling your head to fit against his so he can make out with you as close as possible. his grip on your face isn’t letting you breathe; you have to put your hands on his chest to push him away. despite the considerably scary look on his face, he lets you return him to his original position of sitting up straight next to you. his violet eyes are dark, narrowed at you, trying to gauge just how far you’ll go with the two of them.

you’re not too sure yet.

sandwiched between the two of them, you’re on fire from your want for both of them. you turn to look at valko, whose eyes have widened and glazed over, still staring straight back at you. you brush your hair over the sides of your neck and straighten your back, then turn to look caleb expectantly. after flickering his eyes between yours, your lips, and your neck, he wordlessly leans in to start kissing the side of your throat. you crane your neck to give him more room while valko’s hand runs up your lower back. you flick your eyes up to valko’s amber eyes and lean your head back- giving him access to your nape as well.

the feeling of both of their mouths on your skin sends butterflies through your veins. you’re tingling between your legs, burning underneath caleb’s hand rubbing your thigh and valko’s hand slipping under your shirt. caleb is kneading the fat of your thigh with every open mouthed kiss he leaves on your neck. you feel the softness of his tongue on one side, the sharpness of valko’s teeth scratching along the other. you cup their chins in each of your hands and pull them back towards your face. caleb peppers kisses over your cheek while valko continues his kissing with tongue on your other cheek. once you’ve pulled them closer to you, the three of your noses bump against each other clumsily. you feel both of their lips on yours- you guess they also feel each other’s lips, because valko’s upper body zips backward. caleb does the opposite. instead, he leans closer to your face, shielding you, and narrows his eyes across from valko, who laughs unattractively, embarrassed.

“what?” you ask sweetly. caleb looks unimpressed- how he does when he’s trying to hold back his anger. as usual, he knows what you’re planning. you smile and swivel your head back to valko, who’s bright red and staring dumbly. you tilt your chin down at him and purr, “you don’t wanna kiss us?”

“you… uhh- are you… serious?” his dilated eyes are stuck on yours.

you stick your palm out and beckon your fingers towards him. he knits his eyebrows together, but reluctantly, slowly sets his chin in your palm. you turn back to caleb- he’s immediately kissing you, breathing you in and gripping your thigh. you pull valko towards you, until he’s centimeters away from you and caleb’s connected mouths. you pull away from caleb to let valko join, when caleb mutters, “does it look like she’s joking?”

then you’re kissing both of them again. valko’s mouth is hesitant, while caleb’s doesn’t react when his lips press against the other man’s. you feel both of their tongues swipe against your lip, so you open your mouth further to meet their tongues with yours. you go from being on top, between, and underneath the mess of tongues.

you’re lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. both of their eyes open at the loss of your mouth on theirs. caleb’s eyes are stuck on yours, while valko’s are on your mouth. their chests heave erratically.

biting your lip, you lower their chins back to your neck. they either both get the point or are unable to stop themselves from reattaching their lips to your skin. you preen from the contact and roll your neck to give them more access.

the pair is playing tug of war- and you’re the rope. caleb’s palm on your cheek pulls your head back towards him, and he starts kissing you before you can open your eyes. valko starts to suck, sneaking in bites and making you shiver. one hand is on the free side of your neck, another is on your waist.

this is definitely not what you were planning when you invited valko over, but you’re not mad.

you turn away from caleb, ignoring the hazy, angry look he gives you, and pull valko’s chin up- he seems to have gotten the hang of the situation, because he attaches his mouth to yours easier. caleb grunts, probably rolling his eyes, and presses his lips against your nape and bites- jerk. you react by opening your mouth wider, which valko takes as a sign to stick his tongue further in your mouth. then caleb’s kissing along your cheek again, shoving his face next to you and valko’s to rejoin the kiss.

you need a break. the effect of your racing heart rate mixed with the lack of oxygen might actually make you pass out. you set your hand on the side of their faces and pull away. this time, valko doesn’t back away; they keep the tips of their noses touching. their faces are clouded with lust.

you have an idea.

you pull their chins even closer together. you give a smile, hoping and pleading the two with your eyes. you’re not confident they’ll follow through, but they do. caleb narrows his eyes at you, but looks at valko- his eyes, his lips. valko does the same.

you watch in amazement as their mouths finally clash together, clumsy and rough. valko’s hand runs from your waist to your other thigh and squeezes. you let go of their chins and lean back on your elbows, watching the two men start to make out. caleb’s hand stays on your face, but his other hand wraps around valko’s wrist.

their kiss is aggressive. one of valko’s hands raise from your thigh and sets it on the side of caleb’s throat. they’re fighting to keep the other one still, swallowing each other’s mouths desperately.

you could definitely get used to this sight: two huge, beefy guys grabbing and mouthing at each other right in front of you.

for the first time, you feel left out. even if caleb’s hand is on your cheek and valko’s is on your thigh, you want more. you sit back up and take both of their wrists in your grasp to set them on either sides of your chest.

even with the contact, they don’t stop. valko’s making more needy noises, and caleb’s fingertips are migrating to your scalp, slightly pulling at the roots as he opens the eye facing you to meet your gaze. the asshole smirks into the kiss before letting go.

“happy now?” he asks condescendingly as valko attempts to catch his breath. caleb’s hand starts to massage your breast; you’re not sure if valko has even realized. you shake your head in an answer to him, and he scoffs.

“riiiight. you wanna get fucked, don’t you?”

god, yes.

he laughs at your honest expression before leaning back to kiss you again. you’re suddenly lifted into the air, and his hands land on the bottom of your ass to hold you against his chest without breaking the kiss. you ball one hand in his shirt, the other in his hair. you assume he’s carrying you to your bedroom, and you assume the scurrying you hear is valko following.

“you wanted him, right?” caleb mutters in your mouth. of course he would be a jerk about this too. you exhale once he lowers you onto your back, eyeing him as he takes off his tank by the back of the collar. his abs constrict from the motion.

“c’mon. you can’t turn your brain off, yet, pips. tell gege how you wanna get fucked.” he’s hot enough to make you forget why you were even annoyed with him, that you’re the one supposed to be doing the toying. the prominent print in his shorts and his muscular body is enough to make you melt into a puddle of need.

“d- doggy, i want doggy.” he gives you a cocky smirk before nodding at the other side of the room- valko. he looks at him, who is still fully clothed and standing awkwardly, and says, “you heard her.”

“re… really?”

“dude. you’re really testing my patience.”

so valko starts to undress. he’s as, if not more, muscular as caleb- a cadet. his shirt is first to go, then his shorts. he clumsily trips out of them before making it to the edge of the bed. he pushes up his glasses, staring down at you with his chest heaving and desperate eyes. the massive bulge in his briefs makes you think twice about skipping the foreplay.

caleb’s hands wrap around your jaw, turning your face to rub against the outside of his thigh. he tilts his chin down at you and rubs his thumb on your bottom lip. before you can focus on his lust filled gaze, a mouth wraps around your inner thigh, paired with a tongue and sharp pricks of teeth. your back arches off the bed as your shorts are finally pulled off.

“gotta eat you out- can i, please?” his voice is wrecked against your thigh. you nod in caleb’s grasp, and cool air hits the mess between your legs immediately. it doesn’t last long- valko attaches his mouth around your pussy, flattening his tongue and licking between your folds. you instinctively buck against his face, but his palm pins your lower abdomen to the bed. the both of them are keeping you still with their holds on you, forcing you to lay there and take the pleasure he’s giving you with his tongue.

valko is, as usual, messy. the mixture of drool and everything that’s dripping out of you is leaking onto the bed, past your thighs and down his chin. he’s favoring his tongue on the spots that make your squirms intensify. his fingers are spreading your thighs apart; he’s so close to your core, his nose is grinding against your clit. caleb’s hands are still caressing and petting your face as he stares down at you with glazed eyes. his fingers tighten around your jaw at the same time valko plunges his tongue inside of you and slurps loudly- it sends you over the edge. your entire body convulses, and neither of them let up. caleb laughs at your orgasm while valko moans against your pussy.

you’re still twitching when valko pulls away and flips you over by his hands on your hips. caleb’s fingers wrap around your roots to maneuver your face until you’re mouthing at his bulge.

“still wanna get fucked?” valko asks throatily, squeezing the fat of your hips before palming your ass.

“of course she does, that wasn’t enough for her. present that cunt, pips.” you arch your back to push your ass against him, and he whines again once your bare pussy meets his clothed erection.

“so pretty. would’ve fucked you before, i jus- jus’ didn’t know- fuuuuck,” you hear the unpeeling of his briefs, and then the tip of his cock is pressing your entrance.

“so wet. so fuckin’ good. want it, right? tell me you want it.” caleb squeezes your cheeks together, effectively forcing your lips into a pucker. he smiles down at you to wordlessly communicate one fact- he’s back in control. you’re fuzzy and throbbing from your orgasm, warm and needy for the guy you’ve been trying to fuck for weeks, you don’t care about you and caleb’s stupid game anymore.

“answer him, mei.” caleb lets go of the hold on your aching cheeks, allowing you to say, “please, please fuck me, val-” you would keep rambling, but his cock fully silences you. he doesn’t enter you slowly or softly, but all at once until his skin is flush with your ass. he’s huge- maybe even bigger than caleb? you can’t tell much of anything like this, with caleb’s hand pulling you by your hair and valko’s stifling cock.

“holyyy sh- iiit- it’s okay, right? couldn’t go slow, ‘m sorry, had to get inside, have to fuck you-”

“she’s lovin’ it. this is just what she needed, isn’t it?” caleb’s taunts seem to spur valko on. he starts thrusting faster in your heat, gripping your ass tighter and whimpering from behind you.

you’re not going to last long like this. you place your hands on caleb’s thighs to steady yourself, and he forces the back of your head closer to his clothed crotch. you mouth at his print before clawing your fingers around the top of his briefs. he tilts his head down at you questioningly.

“oh, wow. you still want more?” you nod at his words and wrap your lips around his trapped erection. he winces and pulls at your scalp. “this is why i can’t leave you alone too long, mei. you get so fuckin’ slutty without your big brother to take care of you.”

your pussy clenches around valko as caleb unrolls his briefs, finally guiding your head to his cock. you cup your tongue around his length, sucking as valko continues his punishing thrusts. caleb’s hand tightens against your scalp, effectively taking control of your pace of the blowjob.

“‘m close, baby. gonna- gonna make me cum, fuck, please make me cum- pussy’s so fuckin’ good- let me cum inside you, please-” you deepen the arch of your back in response. caleb is no longer holding back- he’s fully fucking your face, staring down at you and scrunching his eyebrows in pleaure. valko’s cock seems to be growing inside of you as he moans and cries, dragging against your walls and pressing every spot. spit is forced out of your mouth by caleb’s thrusts, who grips your scalp and stutters his hips.

you cum for the second time, this time suctioning around valko’s dick as he stays flush against your ass, howling and whimpering as he decorates your insides generously. a raspy groan leaves caleb at the two of you, but you can’t focus on anything with valko continuing to move his hips slowly, somehow making you messier than before and pressing even deeper. caleb’s violet eyes seemingly glow as he joins valko by finishing inside of your mouth. you’re helpless, squished between the two of their cocks, tingling and numb all over from the intense sensations they’ve given you, and swallow around him. caleb groans and keeps your head flush with his hips, forcing you to breathe deeply through your nose before he lets go of your scalp. you pull away and start gasping in an attempt to get your breath back.

valko’s hands run up your sides before he pulls out, leaving your cunt empty and ruined. he wraps his arms around your sides and hugs, pressing his chest against your back before kissing your nape softly. caleb runs his palm over the top of your head before leaning down to kiss you properly. your mouth tastes purely of caleb, and you relish in it as he licks into your mouth. valko’s hands press into your abdomen as he rubs his cheek on your back. you feel your toes twitch between the pair of men mouthing on you. when caleb pulls away, he cups your jaw and smooths your hair, smiling at you how he always does- like you’re everything and more to him. valko straightens off of you and clears his throat.

“so… i’m guessing he’s… actually your boyfriend? not your brother?” this again. you roll your eyes before answering the question every guy who meets the two of you asks first.

“it’s-”

“complicated.” caleb finishes for you. you narrow your eyes at him, but he only shrugs and presses his mouth to yours again to keep you from complaining further.

sure. that’s one way to put it. whatever gets you laid.

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so you did. you set your hands upon your knees and straighten your back how he likes, letting your jaw go slack and lolling out your tongue past your bottom lip lewdly. he’s slowly jerking himself off inches from your face.

your hands feel awkward. you want to set them on him, but every time you reach for his calf or his thigh, even his still clothed abdomen, he uses his other hand to roughly grab the lower half of your face (not your head- your face) to shove you backwards onto your knees wordlessly; every grasp with more force than the last. you have no idea what he wants- maybe he just wants this. you kneeling and awaiting his next request.

his jerks become quicker, but no less efficient, while looking into your eyes with the most handsome, worked up expression. his voice is rough velvet as he orders, “stay still. stick your tongue out all the way. straddle my shoe. good girl.”

he comes in less than three minutes by his own hand with a quiet grunt and his face scrunched up in pleasure, on your tongue. panting and chest heaving, he grabs the base of his cock, lightly slaps it in the warm, wet pool on your tongue, and sweetly mutters, “did i say shut it? keep it open.” when you try to close your mouth. his other hand caresses your lower jaw, thumb rubbing across your bottom lip hard enough to drag it along with his movement. you never stop looking at him.

then his fingers start to poke around on your tongue- what is he doing? sharp coldness envelopes the sensitive nerves on the muscle, making you wince. he coos at you, hazel eyes dazed and fuzzy with a stern look on his face. the pain on your tongue is gone, but a strange, cold heaviness has replaced it. you scrunch your eyebrows in question; his tongue clicks in disapproval. you’re so confused. and horny. your cunt is uncomfortable from the slick soaking the thin, lacy fabric separating you from the top of his long, wide shoe. and what is in your mouth? you roll your tongue around the ice-like object in your mouth; it’s salty.

“you’re going to grind on my shoe until my cum melts. and if you’re good, i’ll let you cum.”

it’s his cum on your tongue- now frozen? how did he even learn he’s capable of that? he sees the realization dawn on your features and taps the head of his softening cock on your bottom lip.

“you wanted to be a brat. this is how brats are treated.” you want him to be joking. the idea is hot and all in theory, but practicing it? your jaw is already numb with pain. you fail to hide your train of thought- he squints his eyes and mutters, “i don’t want to hear it. you’re lucky i’m giving you this much. get to rutting.”

the pressure of his shoe is embarrassingly relieving. the lustful look in his eyes, the throbbing ache in your jaw- it’s making you forget the humiliating position he’s put you in. that you’re kneeling below him and slowly rolling your hips on the hard surface of his shoe. his proud, dazed smile makes you even enjoy the embarrassment.

“hold it. let it melt.” he tells you, equal parts stern and affectionate. his thumb is on your chin and the connecting fingers are covering your cheek. your tongue spasms weakly in your mouth, and he exhales a laugh. he rubs your cheek tenderly and taps his flushed tip on your other cheek.

“don’t drop any. good, cup your tongue like that. don’t swallow until it’s all melted, remember, angel girl?” you hear yourself whine. you’re fuzzy all over, drifting further from your rational self and deeper into the desperation you can only feel for him. you welcome the feeling and choke out a moan when he angles his foot upwards, pressing your clit too hard to consider pleasurable. despite that, you arch your back and welcome the friction. drool drips from around your tongue and down your throat.

“wow. look at all that drool. you’re like a slobbering bitch. you can’t even stop yourself.” you’re so gone, you would agree with him if you could talk. another strangled cry garbles from your mouth instead. you’re switching from grinding on his shoe to focusing on keeping the now smaller cube of cum on your tongue. you want to swallow, but zayne’s dazed eyes aren’t leaving the sight of your wide, drooling mouth and equally drooling pussy on his foot.

“so eager. do you like my shoe that much, doll? are you close already?” he’s basically conditioned you into getting even closer to orgasm whenever he asks that question. your hips roll harder as you nod, more embarrassing noises coming out of your throat. he smiles mockingly.

“but it’s only halfway melted. should i freeze it again?” you shake your head because your lower jaw is going to fall off at this point. you close your mouth halfway, and he shoves his thumb past your bottom lip and yanks it back to wide open. you try to say no, but you just… moan and groan at him. he tuts.

“remember what i said? be good, and i’ll let you cum.” you nod erratically, keeping your tongue still so the growing pool of cum doesn’t spill. he smiles sadistically sweet.

“doesn’t that sound nice? humping my shoe until i say you can cum?” more drunken nods from you. you’re floating from this mix of humiliation and domination- and your need for release. it’s all his fault.

“look. you got me hard again.” he taps his tip on your tongue, connecting the mixture of spit and melting cum in the middle of it. he’s right; he’s been semi hard since he came, but now he’s fully recovered. you would drool if you weren’t already, so you grind against his shoe instead.

“how about this? if you can make me cum again, i’ll let you cum. okay?” you’re leaning forward to swallow his cock at the mention of being able to cum, and he lets you. he even lets you lay you hands on his thighs so you can move closer. his tip rubs against the significantly smaller block in your mouth, pressing it deeper into your cheek.

“ha, shit. ‘s still cold. you look- so pretty, angel. stop moving, just let me use your mouth.” you whine when he puts a palm on the back of your head; you want to take everything. your hands wrap around to the back of his thighs to steady your body on top of his shoe. you stare up at him with wide and desperate eyes, nose nestled against his thin pubes and hips still rolling. the act of his cock pushing inside forces some of the liquid out of your mouth. fingers grip the roots of your hair and yanks your head back forcefully- you’re gasping, your drool and his cum gushing down the sides of your open mouth.

“uh oh. you spilled some.” he says condescendingly. his eyes are past the point of control. he leans down a couple of inches and spits in your mouth. you want to say thank you, but he pulls your head back to being flush with his hips, returning his cock to your mouth. his breath catches as he starts to fuck your face again. you’re suffocating around him; all of your senses are watered down from him. tears slide down your cheeks, but you keep suctioning your mouth around his cock, allowing him to roll his hips against your face faster. the feeling in your face, jaw, knees, even your scalp have been reduced to fiery tingles.

“such a sloppy fucking mouth. perfect for my sloppy girl, right? you’re doing so well.” your garbled whines vibrate around his length, making him grunt and stutter his hips. he cums for the second time from your mouth- which is now entirely too full. his remaining melted cum, your drool after keeping your mouth open for so long, his second load, and his length are filling your mouth to its brink.

between his pants, he mutters, “swallow it all.” he’s petting the back of your head softly as you follow his instructions, gagging softly with his cock pulsing in the back of your throat. it takes two gulps before he pulls your head off of him, spit snapping between your tongue and his tip. you take deep breaths, mindlessly humping his shoe and staring into his dazed eyes. your face is wet with drool and tearsas you press it against his thighs. he nestles his fingers against your scalp and smiles lazily, wrapping his other hand around the base of his cock to tap it against your numb bottom lip.

“cum for me, sweet girl.” you don’t have to refocus on your need to release- it’s been overwhelming you for the entirety of his blowjob. you rut harder on his shoe, and your orgasm takes you over. you sob against his thigh, arms wrapped around his leg so you don’t fall over. your abdomen contracts forcefully while you spasm from the shocking pleasure. the prolonged orgasm he gives you makes it much more intense. he continues petting the back of your head through it.

“good girl. did so well, babydoll.” his praise makes you melt further into your submissive bliss. his touch is tender as he kneels down and scoops you up once you’ve come down. your toes twitch involuntarily, and you wrap your arms around his neck. he’s pressing kisses on the side of your neck, still whispering praises.

your throat is wrecked. your jaw feels hot and sore, uncomfortable now that you’ve closed it. his cool hand caresses it and rubs softly.

“i’ll run a bath and tea.” he’s always able to read your mind. your body is somehow more sore than it is after sex. he settles you on the bed and pecks your lips quickly, but you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down with you. he grunts in confusion and holds himself above you before rolling on his side to slide his arms over your waist. he cocks an eyebrow at you.

“hold me jus’ a minute.” you croak. he pulls you closer without another look. he’s rubbing your lower back, pressing your chests together. you let the warmth of post orgasmic ecstasy surround you and nuzzle under his chin.

“have fun, angel?” you nod, still in your daze. he hums and rubs your back.

“good. so did i, doll. movie and takeout after your bath?” another nod. he chuckles lowly, kissing your forehead. when he stirs, you begrudgingly roll your arm to let him up.

“i’ll be quick. then i can pamper you uninterrupted. sound good?” he laughs at the stupid smile that spreads across your face.

you can’t help it. him using you, rewarding you, and now taking care of you? you’re practically floating from happiness.

zayne somehow always has that effect on you.

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“zayne. i’m bleeding a lot.” you tell him, because you are. the only period sex you’ve had is with a much lighter flow, and he was still covered in your blood afterwards. his eyes flicker back up to yours, and his thumb finally reaches its destination of your pillowy bottom lip. he presses into it and furrows his eyebrows at you quizzically.

“have you ever known blood to deter me?” his thumb pushes into your mouth; you drop your jaw slack so he can have a firm grip on your face. the affect of your submission is obvious in how he huffs through his nose and narrows his eyes.

“you know i’m not worried in the slightest about it.” his hand is rubbing your side, brushing his fingertips on the swell of your ass. he can see your tells of hesitation and hums, running the thumb in your mouth along the inside of your bottom lip and cheeks.

“if you’re really that worried, we don’t have to. i’m just letting you know i’m very willing… and very able. there’s absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about.”

you pout at him and his arrogant expression. his hold on you, his electric eyes are firing your body up despite the constant sore achiness. his thumb returns to your chin, now wet with your spit.

“i’m not embarrassed. it’s just gonna be… really messy. i’m just letting you know.” you grumble the last part as his thumb runs along your bottom lip again. he raises an eyebrow and mutters gravelly, “i’ll ask you again. when has that ever deterred me?”

and as usual, he’s right.

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“do i feel deeper?”

zayne’s cock has proven to be a worthy opponent of your debilitating cramps.

every thrust is replacing the pain of those dreadfully constant contractions with the suffocating, impossibly warm invasion of the poking and prodding of his length.

you nod because fuck yes he feels deeper than usual. it’s almost torturous. he’s not even behind you, fucking you doggy, or slamming his hips upwards while you’re on top. it’s the position he honestly feels the least deep: missionary.

but right now? he feels even deeper than he does in either of those.

“your cervix lowers during your period to get ready for ovulation. it gets- ha, firmer, too. you’re squeezing me- so tightly.”

what is he talking about? you’re so stuffed full of him. his glasses are off, allowing his jade eyes to stare straight into you from above. one arm is propped on the side of your head, holding himself up. his other hand is firmly wrapped around your waist, keeping you still for him, but not applying unnecessary pressure to your tender abdomen.

“it’s like she doesn’t want to let go. does she?” he leans backward to send his cock upwards, deeper, and your back arches in response. he’s going to split you open. his tip has to be kissing your cervix.

“fuck, doll, i have to go slow. stop squirming like that.” his thumbs press into your aching hipbones like fire.

“zay- zayne-”

“did you know…” here he fucking goes again. a cry is ripped out of your throat when he pushes his hips flush against your inner thighs. your legs twitch on either sides of him as he groans throatily.

“you’re at your least fertile right now?” what is he saying? he’s 8 inches deep in your guts and he won’t stop talking about doctor bullshit! he slides back out and winces; your entire body twitches as he slides back inside slowly, dragging against every inch of you.

“the chance of pregnancy is so slim because,” he pulls himself back out of your heat, stuttering out a deep breath. he’s taking his sweet time between nerding out and fucking you slow.

“there’s no uterine lining for your egg to attach to,” you sob out his name when he pushes his cock back inside. he rests on the forearm holding himself up, sets that hand on your cheek and rubs it with his thumb and stares down at you intensely.

“so fertilization will never happen.” you’re melting underneath him. he slides out again- you can hear the squelches your messy, sopping cunt makes from the loss.

“even though,” and he thrusts his hips back to yours; the pleasure is stifling and steady. if he just goes a little faster, you could finally start to cum instead of this almost torturous ecstasy.

“you’re not on any birth control,” his voice is low, barely controlled as he slides back out. the hand on your waist moves to your thigh- he pushes it outwards, spreading your legs further apart for him. he grunts at how you clench around him, forces his exhale through his nose. he taps your cheek to make you look at him as he smiles condescendingly, arrogantly down at you.

“i can still cum inside you.” he says it like a promise. he finally starts to go faster, filling up the room with the lewd sounds of his hips meeting yours every second and your garbled cries.

“zaaayy- ne! you- you can’t!”

“what? you don’t trust me? do you think i’m lying to you?” the hand on your face goes to your other hip to keep you still. he squeezes softly and clicks his tongue, meeting your foggy gaze under his messy, sweat ridden hair. his expression is ruined; he’s hit his breaking point.

“don’t make me turn this into a doctor’s order.”

“buu- but- still, zayne, what i-” he cuts you off by lifting your thighs up, folding them between his chest and yours. you see your toes peek behind his head, ankles now resting on his shoulders.

“i just said,” the cramps in your abdomen are no match against his bullying, thick cock- not with your body folded in half and his length splitting your sensitive tract open. all you can focus on are the mean thrusts he gives to enunciate the point he’s trying to make and how you no longer have feeling in your toes or fingertips.

“there’s almost a zero,” his fingers are bruising the underside of your thighs. he’s too deep, too big- you’re going insane.

“percent chance of it,” you feel like your pussy has changed its shape to every curve and vein of him. your abdomen is stuffed too full with him considering your physiological state and this punishing position.

“taking.” your orgasm has been building up for the last 10 thrusts, and the hand suddenly pressing your lower abdomen takes you there. the pain is just adding to the intense pressure within you, making your muscles contact and spasm from the force of your release.

“are you listening to me?” he purrs, much sweeter than his current actions. he has no regard for how stupid he’s fucked you. he continues ramming himself on top of you, rearranging your guts every time his cock is fully inside. your mouth is stuck in a silent scream as your back arches your body off of the bed, sending your toes even higher.

“do i need to fuck it into your brain?” his voice is borderline conversational against your ear. “will my cum soaking into your cunt finally make you listen to me, doll? fuck- ha, are you ready for me?” he lets go of your thigh to pinch your numb, tingling clit between his fingers and orders, “answer.” you’re screaming something that sounds like, “yuu- yeaah- yes, zayyy- ne!”

being creampied is such a warm, sloppy, strange feeling. the unhinged look in zayne’s eyes is completely worth it. that, and the unrestrained, animalistic grunts he’s putting right in your ear, make you want to do this every time. he lets go of your clit and holds your legs up by the back of your thighs, then sets his body flush against yours. he’s leaning over you, chest heaving. his face is flushed, screwed up in pleasure as he stays settled inside of you. the pressure of his throbbing cock mixed with the suffocating fullness of his entire load and whatever else your cunt has leaked out leaves you numbingly full.

you feel an actual loss when he pulls out. your pussy feels wrecked and sore, stretched out and empty at the same time. he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead before climbing off of the bed. all of your energy is completely zapped after that- sure, you had simply laid there, but he devoured you.

when his footsteps return, you weakly raise your head to see him. your mouth falls open.

“oh my god. zaynie. you’re covered.” he furrows his eyebrows at you, not even looking down at his body- specifically, his lower half. he’s… messy. it reaches his belly button and his inner thighs, down to his forearms and his fingers.

“didn’t i tell you i knew the risks?”

“i… yeah… but-”

“no buts, sweet girl. let’s rinse off and take a bath.” when you make it to the bathroom and look in the mirror, you realize you’re not much cleaner than him; there’s the same red coloring drying along your thighs and abdomen and waist- where his hands had held you and pressed down. you can see where his fingers were specifically. the both of you covered in your blood… it’s kind of hot. no- it’s really hot.

he turns the shower head on and lets you turn it to the scorching temperature you crave. he holds you from the front, holding you by your elbows. you’re fuzzy and on cloud nine as the water streams down your back; your cramps are just a dull throb now.

zayne gently runs the washcloth over your body, then repeats it with himself. he’s being so precise and careful with you. when you’re both rinsed off, he turns off the shower head and steps out to wrap a towel around you. the tub is next to fill up as you stand there uncomfortably. he chuckles behind you and runs his hands along your sides, then kisses the side of your neck. once it’s halfway full, you lower into it first, and he lowers behind you. even if the water is a little too hot, his skin against yours is able to keep you cool.

he leans forward once it’s full and turns off the faucet. you’re engulfed in the steam, the sound of the water sloshing when either of you shift, his solid chest against your back, and his relaxed breathing against your ear. you lean your head back against his shoulder, and he reaches over to kiss you softly. his hands loop around your abdomen, scoop up your breasts and gently roll them in each hand as he kisses you. when he pulls away, you’re slightly dizzy. he smiles and pecks your mouth again.

“feeling better?” he asks tenderly. you nod and push yourself further against his chest, stretching your legs to the end of the tub. his hands run over your thighs comfortably, and you lean back to look at him again. even if he’s being so sweet, you still want to bother him a little bit.

“zayne. did you know that sperm can live up to-”

“five days in the female reproductive tract. i know.” he gives you the annoying smile that he always does when you try (and fail) to one up him on something. you roll your eyes. typical.

“you’re not even an sex doctor! you’re a heart surgeon!”

“reproductive endocrinologists. and you do know med school rotations exist for a reason, right? besides, the reproductive system is simple.” he presses another kiss to your neck as you snort.

“now you’re just lying.”

“okay, it’s a bit more complicated for females. but i know the basics. especially anatomy. wouldn’t you agree?” he rubs your lower abdomen. his arrogance gets him another eye roll.

“whatever. i hope you’re ready to become a dad if you’re wrong.” you’re honestly not too worried; you trust him completely. he hums from behind you.

“if i am, i will be thoroughly impressed with your eggs.” another kiss on the nape of your neck.

“and of course i am. i’m always ready.” he says softly, tenderly. you can feel your heartbeat in your throat from his words. he presses another kiss on your nape and mumbles, “just waiting on you, love.”

this man will be the death of you.

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