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“caleb…” he swallows the call of his name, cock beginning to harden at the sound of your voice. he adjusts you effortlessly atop of him to keep you from feeling the bulge against his sweatpants. after all, he only agreed to kissing you because you told him that was what you needed before going to bed. definitely.

knowing you, if you even suspected that there was a chance of keeping him up for the rest of the night, you’d take it. unfortunately, also knowing you, there was no possibility of him successfully hiding the state of his dick from you.

when you started with him like this, there was no way to estimate a stopping point. as if he wanted there to be a stopping point with you. “please,” you drawled out, “just one taste, baby. lemme suck you off, then i’ll go to sleep—promise.”

cw: spit, mention of somno, sensitive caleb, that’s all i just need him 😵‍💫

caleb’s legs are spread wide against the end of his bed, with you on your knees between them. the veins in his forearms are bulging with how tightly he’s gripping his bedsheets behind him.

“just relax baby,” soothing him by slowly rubbing your hands along his inner thighs, “so tense.” you sigh through a soft smile, eyes trained on the work you’re doing. he can’t respond—how could he when the girl of his dreams is on his bedroom floor, ready to take his leaking dick in her mouth?

relax. just relax! right, rightrightright. you can relax. you can do exactly that. exactly what she’s saying. just. relax… he affirms in his head, lowering his eyes as slow as he humanly could to your fingers rubbing along his dick.

FUCKhecan’tdothis.

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toji’s violent, brutal, cruel.

the pillow muffles your whimpers, but he wants to hear you, so he pulls your hair towards himself, turning your face in his direction. he chuckles dryly at the fucked out expression you’re wearing.

“c’mon baby, tell me how good it feels,” but you lost your ability to form coherent thoughts, much less any sentences after your third orgasm.

warbled cries leave your lips, trying to tell him that he is making you feel good, but your mouth seems to have given up the moment you opened it—that won’t do.

in a quick sucession, he pulls you up by your hair flush against his chest, just to wrap his arm around your neck and push you down against the bed once again. the headlock he’s gotten you in, the impossible closeness of your bodies, the sounds of his rough grunts right against your ear, it amplifies all sensations beyond words.

you’re weakly hitting his bicep to signal your approaching orgasm but he doesn’t care, too focused on hitting your sweet spots inside. “y’wanna come again? yeah?” you nod as much as you could, with his arm restricting most of your head movement. he laughs, slowing his thrusts, feeling his cock reaching shallower and shallower spots.

sniffling, you whine, “wh-why…?” your hips begin to grind against his, attempting to stimulate your clit, until he pins your body down, fully immobilized.

“you ignored me. now you’re reaping the consequences of your actions. y’gotta hold it, until i tell you to cum, and i better hear a ‘yes sir.’”

cw: stepcest, spitting

tsukki’s fingers mercilessly plunge into you. his face hovers above your own, eyes fully focused on the way your pussy reacts so excitedly to any and all of his movements. however, your strained sounds of pleasure seem to break him out of his trance, coming back to reality for a moment. “shut up. you hafta quiet down… you don’t wanna wake mom up, do you?” he sneers, thumb rubbing harsh circles against your clit.

the second you grab a pillow to muffle your whines, he yanks it away from you. “no, no, no, you had so much shit to say earlier, you think you can stop now?” a short exhale through his nose, “tch, even dumber than i thought.” your cheeks are squished between his slender fingers. your eyes close in embarassment, but he won’t take that.

you hear it before you feel it, the harsh sound of his spitting onto your face. your eyes widen in shock, yet you can’t help but moan almost immediately. how humiliating. warmth spreads through your body the longer his eyes are locked with yours, just adding another layer to all the sensations you’re feeling at once. “eyes on me. don’t make me say it twice.”

glancing down, you catch sight of his hard cock leaving an imprint against his dark gray sweats, feeling giddy at the thought that you’re making him just as excited as he’s making you.

“kei…”

“what,” he pants.

“wanna… wanna fuck.”

his fingers slow, expression shifting into something darker, as if he’s amused.

“i’ll fuck you because i want to, not ‘cause you told me.” a giggle escapes your lips at his playfulness, staring with hungry eyes when he slips his lanky fingers out, coated in your arousal to reach for the string around his waistband, letting his slimmer, but lengthy cock free.

since you’ve woken up, you've been playing with aiku oliver's libido all day. peppering him with kisses along his jaw, collarbone, and descending down right before he had to leave for practice. sending him pictures that shouldn't be opened on the clock just minutes before his break ends, leaving him pent up and no time to react how he wished he could. the cherry on top being the faux innocence you put on when he steps through the door, greeting him dressed in a thin robe using the sweet tone only used when he knows he's in for a treat. you lean up against his body, his large hands instinctively rubbing along your sides and back, but pleasantly surprised at the ornate textures he can feel under the fabric. when he catches a peek of your cleavage from above you to see the purple lingerie decorating your chest, he pieces together what he's seeing and feeling, and all of a sudden needs to taste you to see the full picture.

a couple teasing remarks later and he's fucking into you rough, unmindful of the mess made of your saliva, his cum, and the accumulation of sweat from the pair of you since he's been playing with you for the past hour. "please, sir," he slaps you across the face, jerks you back by the chin to face him, then once more. "that's not my name, is it?" you whine at the connotation behind his words and shake your head as harshly as you could whith your face in his grip. "come on, slut, use your words. i know you can, baby. with all the shit you had to say to me today?" the mix of his degrading petname and his special praise gets to you, visible in a physical sense when you buck your hips up to meet his cock.

he won't take that though—you think you can get what you want easy when you've been giving him such a hard time?

he pins your hips down with his right hand and your arms with his left, getting more aggressive than he has been. "tell me what you want, properly, or else i'll tie you to the fuckin' bed, force you to watch me fuck my fleshlight 'til i'm done," he grunts just imagining it, but couldn't ignore your whines increasing in pitch and volume the more he talked. "might have to gag you if you keep crying like, shit, like this." he sneers in your face before continuing. "i could leave you like that, tied up and helpless, a desperate fuckin' slut, just like you've wanted to be since before i got back." you could handle hearing all his punishments fantasized, but when he he starts to slow his thrusts down, you can't help but give in.

"please! please, daddy, just fuck me 'til i cum! i prom-" you gasp when he picks his pace up again, "promise i'll be a good girl for you, no more bein' a brat, just…just need your dick so bad daddy, let me..." you wavered, basking in his little groans each time that name slipped from your pretty lips. he throws his head back the more you beg, words turning incoherent in his mind as all he can do is listen to are the addictive noises leaving your mouth. after a moment his thrusting starts to get erratic, and when he drops his head between your jaw and collar, breathing heavily, you know you have him.

"fuck, cum for me," which you do the moment he tells you to, and he follows nearly instantly. you rest in the serenity for a few minutes, the only sounds heard now being your catching your breaths against each other.

eventually, you're the first to break the silence, "i might have to act up more if this is what i get."

grabbing your arm with your vibrator still on, still in hand, he looks at you dead in the eye, “i never told you to stop,” you let out labored breaths. “show me.” gradually, in almost complete silence, you begin moving the vibrator against your clit once again, but not nearly as fervently, which he obviously caught onto. “show me how you got off before you knew i was watching. show me how dirty you really are.” you let his hand guide yours, speeding up as you pant, very clearly trying to suppress your sounds, yet he’s urging you to be vocal. let him hear how much better this puny little vibrator is than him, let him hear how good this stupid piece of silicone can feel, let him hear why you needed to masturbate before he got home, the single rule he asked you to follow, but your stupid cock-addled brain couldn’t even do that much. the sensation of his judgemental eyes staring at your fucked out face, teeth hooking over your bottom lip to muffle yourself pushed something in you, whimpering out loud.

finally.