"Let's drown in the ocean. Together."

CW: Smut. P in V. 🔞MDNI🔞

6. Forehead kisses with Caleb while he pumps you full of his cum.

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Everything about this restaurant gleamed under soft golden lights, from the polished silverware to the spotless wine glasses on the table. The portions were small enough that Caleb spent most of dinner complaining about them.

"I'm serious," he said, eyeing the plate in front of him. "This can't be the entire meal. I've seen larger appetizers at gas stations."

"Baby, you already finished the bread basket."

TW. making out

caleb knew it had been one of those days the second you walked through the door, tired eyes and heavy limbs apparent as you toed off your shoes. usually you jumped into his arms within the first few seconds of seeing him, pouting and saying how much you missed his ‘pretty face’. today though, he only got a tight-lipped smile as you trudged towards the couch, falling against it with a groan.

he followed you into the living room, squatting before you and cocking his head to the side. “how was your day, angel?”

your throat bobbed a few times before you found your words, a shaky ‘good’ leaving your lips just as your eyes began to well with tears, caleb standing to his full height once he noticed you break. “my sweet girl…” he whispered, scooping you into his arms before sitting on the couch himself, cradling you. you shoved your face against his chest as you sobbed into his shirt, wet stains of your tears marking it when you raised your head.

“that bad?” he questioned, humming once you nodded. he felt terrible saying it, but you looked so cute. all your expressions were so animated, your face resembling the deep frown emoji. of course he felt awful knowing you were crying, but he couldn’t help himself—everything you did had him absolutely whipped for you.

“i’m sorry, princess. i should’ve been there for you.” he muttered, watching as you shook your head at the comment, adjusting the way you sat to comfortably perch on one thigh. “n-nothing you could do” you hiccupped, voice still catching on tears. caleb brought a hand to your face, thumb swiping away your tears before pressing a kiss to your forehead, each eyelid, then finally your lips.

“still”, he spoke, voice breathy while pecking your lips. “can you forgive gege?”

you felt his hot breath against your skin, nodding with your forehead leaning on his. he mumbled a ‘thank you’ against your cheek, pressing feather light kisses along your jawline. “sometimes it’s helpful to distract yourself…do you wanna try?”

your cheeks flushed at his question, shyly saying yes as caleb pulled you closer to him. he smiled sweetly before continuing to trail his lips along your skin, the soft sensation making you shiver. he hovered above your pulse point, licking the skin before nipping at it, heart swelling at the yelp that left your throat. your hands fisted his t-shirt, whimpering while he rested his lips at your jugular, counting your heartbeat with every thump.

finally, he moved his head to let his nose bump against yours, chuckling when you tried to initiate a real kiss. after teasing you for a few more seconds, he pressed his mouth against yours, taking advantage of your surprise and letting his tongue explore you.

you two had been together for so long now that caleb already knew all your spots, all the places that you were especially sensitive. he memorized which kisses left you breathless and which ones had you chasing after him, but even after all this time, caleb never got sick of your reactions. the way you’d gasp when he’d suck on your tongue or how you unintentionally bucked against him when he’d groan into a kiss.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, the two of you moving in perfect rhythm with each kiss. before he let himself get any more carried away, caleb slowly withdrew himself from you, watching how your chest heaved while your dilated pupils stared at his lips.

“how was that” he questioned, his voice now raspy. you bit your lip as he nervously shifted below your intense gaze, pretending to think deeply before moving forward and letting your lips lightly rest against his.

“think i need more before i can make a real judgement”

notes : 18+ mdni. unprotected sex, hair pulling, kinda sub!caleb.

the couch creaked indecently, squeaking like it wanted to snap any moment soon. your breast bounced harshly, pairing with the clap of the flesh of your ass against his thighs, squelching lewdly each time you bottom out on his cock. 

it was amusing how you managed to make caleb a moaning mess by simply taking the lead. though you were no different. you moan and chant his name like a mantra, too intoxicated by how his length stretched your hole out delectably. every gasp and cry’s a brazen confession of how his cock made you feel good.

“fuck—more—your cock—feel so—f-feel so good, caleb.” you gasp, your glossy eyes rolling back along with your sanity swirling into flurry as you continued plunging yourself onto his robust manhood like your life depended on it.

caleb on the other hand couldn't help but answer your confessions with unrestrained whimpers. his slender fingers tangling, fisting your hair before tugging it harshly—desperation coursing through his veins. “thaaat’s right—fuck—atta girl…does my cock drives you crazy, hm?” he coos, the fresh warmth of his breath fanning against your tearstained skin, adding to the mind-blowing euphoric sensation.

you bit your lip, humming gutturally as an answer. “yes, yes—oh—so full of your—y-your cock!” your words were broken, too overwhelmed to speak fully that drool started trickling fork the corner of your lips. 

fuck. it's that good.

what a lustful spectacle.

“oh my god, look at you—gonna make me come, pips—” his voice was shaky, ragged, desperation laced with it. caleb’s jaw tensed, forcing his gaze with yours burning with concentration as he met your harsh plunge. 

“ah! f-fuck so deep—caleb!” you gasp from the sudden toe-curling sensation. every push forced his bluntness in the depths of your core—kissing that sweet spot that turned your mind haywire.

with the hardcore copulation happening, the relishing reciprocation of pain and pleasure continued until it hit him, “fuck—oh, pips, i’m gonna cum,” his impending climax approaching torturously fast. his grip on your waist tightened—he was breathless. “f-fuck—gonna come, pips—getoffgetoffgetoff—m gonna cum—shit—” he panicked with a pathetic whimper, his face contorting like he's in pain as he rolled his head back, clumsy hands attempting to hoist you off of him with his remaining strength. 

you shook your head, chuckling and mewling as you bounced on his cock harder and faster, riding him further. “nooo, please. i want—i want it inside me, please —want you to fill me up so good, caleb.” 

dear god. of course you’d say something like that while he's on the verge of filling you up. caleb felt his cock twitches, his hips finally stuttering as surrender. “oh, god...shit…” he whimpered as his body trembled. he held your hips still with an audible moan—a sign of releasing from the shackles of his restraints—he came. 

you felt it, the warmth of him penetrating in soft ropes inside you, painting you in ivory just like you've wanted. you moaned, following suit, coating his cock with your glutinous essence. 

he whimpered breathlessly, body twitching from the aftermath of euphoria. “ah fuck…pips, you're—you’re amazing…i love you so much…” 

“m-hm..” you chuckle as you moved your hips back and forth, licking your lips indulging in the ecstatic tingling sensation he gave. “love you too…”

credit not needed. recoloring welcomed. feel free to edit as you need!

Story update from @soldiershunterswitchesandroyals : unsure if this will actually be done by the goal I had set for mother's day. The twins have decided they want this to be longer than I originally intended as a one shot. Good chance I might end up doing multi chapters on this since I'm no where near done and haven't started editing it. So if it's not completed by mother's day I will at least post the first chapter. I plan on giving my beta reader access to it so they can at least read that so we can have a Sunday post as planned

Art commission and story idea by @soldiershunterswitchesandroyals I was honestly crying my heart out while creating the panels.

I love this idea so much ✨

This is the music in my head while creating the art

You try to reassure him, to push a weak 's'okay', but all that comes out is a garbled, wet mumble, your throat still raw from screaming and stuffed full of his cock earlier.

His knuckles brush a damp strand of hair from your temple, the touch startlingly soft after the bruising grip he'd used hours earlier. "Don't move a muscle," he orders before pressing a feather light kiss to your sweaty forehead, "not one."

He vanishes into the bathroom- click of the light, hiss of running water before returning with a warm washcloth.

The first swipe across your collarbone is heaven as he works with focused gentleness that steals your breath- wiping the mascara that threatens to stain your cheeks, the pearly streaks from your belly the, and the slick mess from your inner thighs. His thumb grazes your swollen folds, making you jolt. "Shhh. Hold still," he says softly, dabbing with infinite care at your tender, reddened flesh, "i've got you."

As he tends to you, his gaze fall on something in the corner of the bed. A small smile tugs at his lips as he reaches for the worn plush frog piloting a plane- a silly gift he gave you months ago that has somehow become a fixture in your shared space.

"Look who's here," he says, voice warm and playful as he makes the stuffed frog bob and weaves in front of your nose. "Mr. Frog was worried about you."

Despite your exhaustion, a smile breaks across your face. Caleb presses the little green pilot against your cheek in a playful "kiss", the childish gesture so at odds with the man who just fucked you senseless that you can't help but giggle. "Caaaleb," you finally manage, swatting at him weakly, "I'm okay." You nuzzle at Mr. Frog affectionately before looking up at Caleb, "We're both okay." and you feel how his arms lock tighter around you- not restraining, just anchoring.

His shoulders seem to release tension he didn't even know he was carrying as he gives you a gentle smile… his palm spreading protectively over where his daughter grows within you. "Both," he repeats softly, wonder and relief painting his voice as his thumb continues its gentle circles on your belly.

before the actual show though, he’d prep. he’s meticulous when it comes to you, if you haven’t noticed by now. he’d eat you out real nice and slow, tongue lapping your folds and tickling your bud. he’d made you cum on his tongue, got you all soft and mushy and ready for him.

then he’d dive in, sprawled under him, both of your legs hooked on his thunder thighs for anchor. his hips dips and the curve of his ass becomes prominent every time he bottoms into you. there’s a certain sting to having him hit that deep, though, because gods be good, the man has a cock and he knows to work it. work it into you, slow undulating strokes, back and forth and he’s staring down at you who’s currently in cloud nine as you hold on for dear life, gripping the sheets, moans spilling out from your pretty, pretty lips.

god, he’s so deep. how does his stupid cock reach so deep? but god, is it so good.

you have an internal battle with yourself because your brain cannot keep up with the pleasure and the edges of the pain starts to blur away. stupid caleb and his ridiculously stupid cock. you always come first with him, though, while he’s still on those slow strokes. then he’d grin to himself—cocky bastard—and then lay himself down on you, chest to chest, your breasts smushed against his. he loves it when he can feel the fat of them. “yeah, baby, it’s so good, huh?” he has his mouth so close to your ear that it tickles. on normal days, you’d swear and threaten to punch him for teasing the daylights out of you. but you’re in a losing battle now, and you could only nod meekly as a response, your sanity starting to fray away from how good he’s making you feel.

he seems to know this fact, too, could read your mind so well from the every little expression in your face. your eyebrows scrunched, and you have just enough strength to wrap your hands around him to bring him closer. his grin turns into a scoff now. selfish, selfish girl. how close do you want him to be? it seems like you want him to vanish into you and be fused together.

he picks up the pace, hands coming down to rest behind your ass. now this is the part why he loves this position so much. the palpable difference between your body and his. how smaller you are in compared to him. how he can just envelop you and keep you from the rest of the world, gets to have you all to himself. who’s selfish now, you big dummy?

he curls his hands on the globe of your ass, and then brings you closer to him every time his hips slam down. a gasp.

“caleb-” comes out more like a warning, a plea, or in his lovesick view of you in this moment, bare and so full of him everywhere: a permission.

it is what drives him to keep the relenting pace. it is what fuels him to keep going, messy as it is. sticky substance are clinging onto his length and your entrance, collecting at the sheet. he intends to keep you in this position, hips slightly raised toward him and you have anywhere to hold onto but him. “caleb- fuck,” you choked out. it’s hard to form a coherent thought when he’s fucking the daylights out of you.

he presses his body down on you a second time, and this time, your hands, which cannot cover the whole span of his shoulders, try their best to hold on anyway. through choked moans and groans, you’re absolutely gone now, all your senses are filled with him, him, him. you do not know what possess you for the moment, but whatever it is, it isn’t holy. his neck is there and you lunge at the chance. you leave kisses there, out of desperation of the outlet of feelings you have from this intense pleasure. then the kisses turn sloppy as he picks up the pace and starts drilling his length into you, bullying your poor, poor hole as it’s overstuffed with his stupid meat, balls slapping on the labia in contact.

at some point in this hazy pleasure, you lick a stripe of skin in his neck. he feels the wetness there, and decides he’s fucked. “fuck, you drive me so fucking insane, you don’t know,” how he managed to get that much sentence out while you’re struggling to even form a thought is unfair.

you’re half out of your mind now, you didn’t even catch fully what he said, so you blurted out, “caleb, caleb, oh. i’m so close,” your voice is so pitchy and you start clawing at his back. “right there, fuuuuck,” your face starts to contort in pleasure as he’s focused on hitting that one spot now, and you’re sobbing. you feel his biceps before you dig your nails into that, too.

“i’m gonna-” your breathing speeds up as caleb drives in, in, in. “come on, sweet girl,” he moves to position your legs to be on his shoulders. the angle changes this way, and it’s beginning to feel too much. you don’t know if you can handle much more. “cum on this cock, come on,” he coaxes you into your orgasm, and his colonel streak is starting to show a bit as it sounds like he’s barking out an order. every time his length reaches all the way, gushes of wetness sloshes from your folds. they do the talking when you cannot. “yeah, you wanna cum on this cock? let me feel it, baby, let me have it,” caleb is not done repositioning you, it seems, as he starts to move and suddenly your knees are bent together on your chest.

“caleb- too deep-” you cry out, but it falls on deaf ears and he drops his entire body weight on you and the mushroom head of his dick kisses your cervix. your walls are stretched on its limit now to accommodate him.

“i’m cumming, i’m cumming! caleb-” you clenches down on him hard, and caleb slams home one last time, burying himself to the hilt, as he comes together with you. your knees are shaking from the orgasm, and he’s pumping out a copious amount, so much that it leaks and drizzle down into your asshole.

now imagine it’s caleb and mc’s wedding, and in the middle of it, gideon just hands mc a spicy polaroid of caleb. and well, the photo itself =>

it's been a few months since caleb first kissed you. and since then, you've hardly stopped. it's all greed and exploration and release of years and years of feelings you'd buried deep. but there's another barrier you've yet to cross. months of messy desperate kisses and grinding your hips into him as you sit in his lap... it builds a new tension all over again.

"i missed you," he purrs as he wakes you with a gentle kiss. he's still in his uniform. it's been a whole week since you saw him last. "gege's here," he soothes as your bleary eyes focus. "did you miss me too?"

you nod with a hum, wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging him down onto you. "missed you," you mumble.

"are you cold?" he asks. "need a blanket?" his hand snakes down your waist to your thigh, his eyes following. "you're so pretty in pink," he adds with a sigh.

his hand warms your bare thigh as he drops a kiss to your forehead. "you left the blinds open, again," he scolds gently. "told you people can see in when you do that, hm?" his finger dig a little into your flesh. "what'd i say about this being for my eyes only?"

"this?" you ask, feigning confusion.

his hand moves slightly upwards, his finger grazing the edge of your shorts. "you. all of you." his finger slips under the fabric. "so pretty in pink, baby... but they're barely covering..." he trails off.

"my pussy?"

his finger twitches. then, after a breath, "mm, your pussy."

"it's just for your eyes too?"

he nods, and his hand ventures a little closer to your centre. "just like the rest of you. just for me."

"but you haven't even seen it yet."

"do i have to see it to claim it?"

"mm."

he leans closer. his warm breath tickles your cheek before he drops a gentle kiss to your lips. short and sweet and not at all matching the firm grip he has on your ass––fingers resting centimetres from your cunt.

he moves to the other end of the couch without a word, pulling his gloves off as he goes. his first touch is so light it tickles. an index finger down the centre of the pink fabric in one smooth stroke. then he reaches into his breast pocket, and when his trembling hand makes its way back to your ass, exploring your barely covered cunt, he holds his phone in his other hand, recording.

"it's okay if gege films it, hm? wanna take it with me when i leave... watch it when i miss you...

"mm... it's yours," you breathe, squirming.

⭑.ᐟ

‘can you handle it? if i take you into that bathroom and shut you up?’ maybe she’s sick, mentally unwell— her gege lives inside her brain. his words are like an echo in her empty head as his middle and ring fingers twist in and out of her cunt, legs pushed as far open as humanly possible.

she still has her tennis shoes on, the laces coming half-undone, and her tee pushed up to expose her sweaty tits. caleb’s been fingering her for the past few minutes, propping her up on her poor coworker's sink. she’s mortified and turned on at the same time, constantly reminding herself that this isn't her house and she definitely shouldn't be riding caleb's hand on such an expensive marble countertop. but god, if he doesn't make it feel so damn good.

empty head.

“you wanted this, remember? my impatient mei mei. couldn’t wait until we got home, just needed to cum right here, right now?” his reflection in the mirror stares her down, lips abusing the nape of her neck. he’s whispering into her ear, the sound of wine glasses clinking and distant chatter coming from the other side of the door.

“tell me.” empty head.

“y-yes! i needed you so f-fucking bad— ah, ah, ah!”

“now you’re gonna cum. can you do that?”

like clockwork, she’s squirting all over the fucking mirror, hips twitching and pussy clenching around him as he pulls out to examine his work, switching between slapping and rubbing her folds as she ejaculates everywhere. sobbing onto his other hand, she bites down as hard as she can manage, just like he taught her growing up. his suffering is visible in the way he scrunches his face, groaning with an irrefutable sound of pleasure more than pain.

"fuck yeah, keep going. dirty little slut, cumming all over someone else's bathroom. you like that shit, don't you? aht-aht, don't look away, pip-squeak. pussy's cryin' so good f'me, baby."

“hgnh— i fucking love it, ge! i f-fucking love your fingers, wanna have them in me all day! just a dumb fucking slut you, oooh my god!”

he observes quietly, licking off her juices from his fingers with the pace of molasses. there’s a twinkle to his eye that hints at a darkness he just conjured deep in that black hole mind of his. 'clean up your mess' is what she thinks she hears him mutter before his palm grips the back of her head, slamming her forward onto the glass.

in her natural habitat, she sticks her tongue out obediently and begins to lap at her own release on the cold surface.

there’s a knock at the door. he pulls his cock out.

“eyes on me, angel. big brother’s got you.”

you can barely breathe but this man is reciting poems he made twelve years ago while he pounds you to the mattress. he's delirious with affection. your pussy makes him conqeur heaven's worship songs.

"mm—hngh, meimei," he gasps, calebs grip on your waist tight. "y-you're so tight... hahh, around me. did you wait for gege to f-finally take your virginity?"

he's making himself crazy with the very idea that you love him as much he does you. it's driving him mad.

"made gege wait. b-but it's okay.. now gege can use your pretty p-pussy as his personal fuckin' sleeve."

"yeah, meimei. squeeze that pussy for me. t-take my fuckin' cock—oh god..!" he thumbs your clit just how you like it.

"so wet.. so fuckin' wet, meimei. i-is gege's cock too big? is it bullying y-you're pretty... womb?"

you're getting dizzy with each thrust. the cock slides so deep inside of you that it feels like it's knocking against your cervix. he has his chest to yours and his hips slamming down like he's trynna get you knocked up—

and that's what he wants anyways. "g-get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant—pleasepleasepleaseplease meimei..!"

caleb was an absolute mess, and if you were to tell anyone, they would never believe you.

the dirty rhythm of caleb slamming his dick into you from behind filled the room, along with the pretty noises slipping out of your mouth, but somehow caleb ended up being the loudest.

"h..holy—shit!—you're taking me so fucking..so well." his voice was rough and broken, whines practically clinging to the end of his words as he leaned down by your ear, panting.

you couldn't respond as he pounded into you relentlessly, and when there was a pause in his movements, you took the time to take in a sharp breath, only for it to be stolen from you with another thrust into you.

your eyes rolled back as your mouth stayed open, sounds escaping your mouth with every thrust into you.

caleb squeezed his eyes shut as he kept up his pace, his strength faltering from the sheer pleasure your cunt was giving him.

one particular thrust shook his entire core, and he choked on his spit, the sudden loss of air almost made him cum on the spot right there, but he stopped himself as his coughs turned into whimpers.

caleb's voice was downright pathetic at this point, hoarse and cracking. but he was trying oh so hard to keep his composure and be the one in control.

"good—hnngh—good girl.. cunts squeezing me, feels like I can't fucking breathe."

you squirmed under him, biting your lip as your eyes rolled back, your own body nearing the edge of your climax.

caleb's noises started to get louder, and that's when you knew he was close to the edge himself, it was easy to pick up the way his pace grew more inconsistent and how he couldn't hold any of his noises back.

"pips— gonna cum.. you'll take it for me right? be such—fuck—be such a good girl?"

his voice could have been dominating, if it weren't for the way it was cracking at every word, and he sounded like he would be on the verge of tears if you even attempted to say no to him.

you nodded wordlessly, working your mouth to let out even a few coherent words.

"y-yes.. please it feelsso—ah!—feels so good, 'leb!"

your thighs shook as your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, biting your arm to keep some sounds back, already mentally apologizing ahead to your neighbors for the sheer loudness of both him and you.

caleb felt his own release chasing him after yours, his pace growing more sloppy and rough before he finally spilled inside of you, a sound between a groan and a whine finding its way past his lips as his head fell forward.

he eventually collapsed over you, both of you still catching your breath and regaining your bearings, equally spent.

groaning, you tried pushing caleb off of you to the side, still to weak to do anything.

"lebb, you're too heavy, get off"

no response followed, and that's when you twisted your head around, eyes glaring.

caleb was already fast asleep, his snores picking up in volume as a line of drool fell past his lips.

god, you wanted to slap him silly, but knowing him, he would probably like it.

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his hands touching you with a restless, possessive energy. he squeezes the soft curve of your waist before sliding his palms up to cup your soft plump breasts, kneading the aching flesh. his thumbs drag repeatedly over your swollen and bruised nipples until you’re whimpering and squirming under him.

"still so sensitive," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. he shifts, bracing himself on his elbows to look down at you. his eyes are dark and heavy, tracking the way your chest heaves while your pussy throbs around his semi hard cock.

he begins to withdraw, but he makes the movement agonizingly slow. he retreats millimeter by millimeter, letting you feel every ridge of his cock and the slick friction of it sliding against your perfectly filled pussy. the sensation makes your hips twitch involuntarily, your internal wall muscles clenching desperately around his cock as he leaves you.

he pauses when he’s halfway out, his eyes dropping to the point where you’re joined. he waits for the ripples of your orgasm to settle, and then, with a deliberate, wet tug, he slides the rest of the way out. the sound of the wet seal breaking is loud in the quiet room.

caleb doesn't pull away. instead, he hooks his fingers under your thighs and spreads your legs even wider, pinning your knees toward your shoulders. the cool air hitting your stretched, aching pussy makes you shiver violently.

"look at that," he whispers, his gaze fixed on you. the thick, white cream he just pumped into you is already starting to pool at your opening. it looks so stark against your flushed skin, a heavy, pearly globule beginning to lose its battle with gravity as it overflows.

you feel the first hot drip of his cum slide over your taint and down to your ass. the sensation is ticklish and so humiliatingly public under his intense stare. you quickly bring your hands up to cover your face, your cheeks burning from the heat of it all.

"don't hide," he says, though he doesn't pull your hands away. he uses one hand to spread your lips further, exposing the way his hot seed is overflowing from your depths. it pulses out in a slow, viscous stream, coating your skin in a thick layer of white.

he watches it intently, his thumb tracing the path of the drip as it runs down. "it’s so much..." he notes, his voice thick with pride. "your still so full of me."

you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to swallow the small, embarrassed sounds catching in your throat. you can feel the wetness soaking into the sheets beneath you. every time you try to hold it in, more of his load seems to spill out, hot and heavy.

"try to push a little more out for me, baby," he urges softly. his thumb brush against your clitoris, a light, teasing touch that makes your pussy ache. "i want to see how much i filled you up."

you let out a shaky breath, your abdominal muscles bracing as you do what he asks. a fresh surge of his cum escapes, a thick rope of it sliding out all at once and spilling onto the sheets. you can't help but moan into your palms from the sensation.

he loves this part just as much helping you bathe and cleaning his hot cum out of your pussy after he’s had his way with you.

he carries you to the bathroom, the water already steaming in the tub. he settles you into the nice warm water, the heat stinging pleasantly against your sensitized skin. he sits down behind you, pulling you back against his chest as the water begins to turn cloudy from the mess between your legs.

he reaches between your thighs, pushing them apart so he can get a good look at you. he gently rubs your lips, cleaning the outside with fingers slick with soap and water. then, he slowly slides one of his long fingers deep inside you. making you gasp, your hands gripping his forearm as you feel his finger searching within your hot, wet walls.

he moves his finger in a slow, hooked motion, dragging the remaining seed out of you. the sensation is blunt and full, a deep pressure that makes your toes curl under the water. he does it again and again, meticulous and patient, ensuring he clears every bit of his slickness out of you and savoring the feeling and the way it makes you squirm.

between each stroke, he presses soft, wet kisses to your shoulder and the nape of your neck. his breath is warm against your damp skin. "almost clean," he murmurs, his finger swirling inside your pussy one last time before he finally withdraws it.

they were only a little achy. it always happened a week or two before your period. you'd only mentioned it once. he'd noticed your discomfort and asked directly, but that was all it took. every month, he'd slip his hands under your shirt and offer to help make it all better. that was what he'd always done, after all: look after you.

greed disguised and twisted up in all his signature generosity, he takes your tits in each of his large, warm hands and mutters soothing words of comfort. attentive and familiar and safe. "it's alright, gege always takes care of you when you're sick, hm?"

sometimes he liked you in his lap, sometimes he'd press you onto your back on the carpet. this time, he rolls you onto your side, lifts one of your legs over his waist, and pulls you to his mouth.

it's a depraved mess of spit and muffled groans as he licks and suckles at you. his warm tongue slips over your nipple in quick little flicks, then firmly across your whole areola in long swipes. over and over he laps at you, occasionally looking up at you through the hair that falls over his face.

he holds you against him with a hand to your back, possessive and insatiable. and when your soft skin is glistening prettily with his spit, he latches on and sucks at you like he's trying to draw milk—senses consumed with all that slick heat and the wet smacking sounds his mouth makes each time he releases and reattaches.