And you try. You really do.

You try to relax, but Caleb's tongue is circling your clit, slow and deliberate, tracing the shape of you like he's painting, like he's got all night and he's determined to use every second. His hair is soft against your inner thighs, tickling the sensitive skin, his breath is hot and uneven, and when he moans against you the vibration of it shoots through your clit and for a moment you you feel the sound in all the way up in your teeth.

"That's it," Valko murmurs when you let out something akin to a sob and a moan all mixed into one pathetic little sound, and his voice is softer now, almost reverent, his lips brushing your hair. "That's my girl. Taking it so well. Let him have you."

You're faintly aware of how Valko grinds against you everytime Caleb dips down to slurp at your juices.

Caleb pulls back just enough to breathe, and his chin is slick, glossy in the dim light, his lips parted and reddened. He looks up at you, meets your eyes, and grins, a dark shadow glazing over his eyes, something that makes you feel like prey. "She's dripping," he says, and his voice is shot, wrecked, barely a whisper as he makes a show of his eyes locking with Valko's behind you, licking his lips. "Everywhere. Valko, she's—"

"I know." Valko's hand slides from your hip to your stomach, splaying flat, feeling the way you clench. "I can feel her." He presses a kiss to the corner of your jaw, soft, almost gentle. "She's so responsive, isn't she? Gets so wet when we both look at her."

Caleb doesn't answer — he looks so fucked out already that you don't think he can — he just dives back in, and this time he's faster, greedier, his tongue fucking into you while his thumb presses against your clit, circling, pressing, finding that rhythm that has your toes curling and your back arching against Valko's chest. The more you try to run from the zinging pleasure of Caleb's mouth the harder Valko pushes you right into it.

"Please—" you gasp, and your voice is broken, barely coherent and more pathetic than you've ever heard it sound, "—please, I can't—"

"Yes, you can." Valko's voice is flat, calm, like he's telling you the weather. "You can take it. You're going to cum on his tongue like the good girl you are, and then I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name. That's what you wanted, isn't it?" His claws drag down your hip, leaving pale lines that bloom pink. "That's why you're here, pup."

And when you come, hard, fast and shaking, with Caleb's name in your mouth — when you finally break, your whole body shaking and your vision goes white with pleasure —Caleb doesn't stop. He drinks you, his tongue relentless, his hands gripping your thighs so hard you know there will be bruises to discover the next morning, and Valko is right there, murmuring against your ear.

"Atta girl. That's it. That's my perfect girl."

You slump helplessly against him, your body still humming with embers of pleasure Valko decides tips your chin up, forcing you to look at Caleb and his current state... dark eyed and soaked from his nose to his chin in your juices that he makes a show of licking up, his grin sharpening when he sees Valko stiffening behind you.

"We're not done with you yet. You know that, right?" Valko murmurs, dragging his tongue against the side of your neck, collecting a bead of sweat that had pooled at your collarbone. His one hand slides up to embrace the side of your jaw, tilting your head forward. "Why don't you give your boyfriend a nice big kiss, hm? Have a taste."

Caleb's jaw twitches.

Valko smiles. "Then it's my turn."

he tells you over and over not to read the comments, but you do anyway, scrolling through people asking who even are you or why he’s dating you at all until he catches you. he sighs softly, and pulls you into his lap. “baby,” he murmurs against your hair, “why are you listening to people who don’t know me when i’m right here loving you?”

as he was about to take your phone away from your hands, his eyes reach one particular comment that said, "i've met them irl and when i swear to god he sounded so annoyed with her."

he gently takes your phone, sets it aside, and captures the hand that was holding it. his fingers slide between yours, interlocking them in a firm, possessive grip. He brings your joined hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles before bringing his lips to your ear.

"they don't know what i sound like when i'm inside you, do they?"

his voice low against your ear. you shiver as his warm breath tickles your skin, your body instinctively leaning into his touch. "well, they don't know anything," you whisper back, your voice barely audible.

he chuckles softly, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through you. "exactly." His lips trace a path from your earlobe to your jaw, leaving a trail of soft kisses that make your toes curl. when he reaches your neck, he nips at the sensitive skin there, just hard enough to leave a faint mark - a claim for anyone who might see.

you gasp at the slight sting, tilting your head to give him better access. "someone might see that," you manage to say between breaths.

"someone should see that." he murmurs against your skin before returning to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. his tongue teases yours as his hands begin their exploration - one cupping your breast through your shirt, thumb circling your nipple until it pebbles under his touch, while the other works at the buttons of your shirt.

"let them see," he says between kisses, finally undoing the last button and pushing the fabric from your shoulders. "and wonder why I'd ever look at anyone else when I have you."

your bra follows quickly, his warm hands immediately replacing the lace as he palms your breasts. "you're so perfect," he breathes, thumbing your nipples again. "absolutely perfect."

his mouth trails down your neck once more, this time lower, taking one nipple between his lips and sucking gently. Your back arches instinctively, a soft moan escaping your lips as his other hand works at removing your skirt and panties in one smooth motion.

when you're completely bare before him, he pulls back slightly, "you know what you are to me?" his eyes dark with desire as they roam over every inch of you. "a goddess," he whispers, tracing his fingers down your stomach. "that's what you are. and I'm the luckiest man alive to worship at your altar."

he shifts beneath you. you can feel his hardness pressing against you through his jeans. "so, my goddess, tell me what you want." he murmurs, his hands gripping your hips as he positions you over him. "i'll do anything for you."

you bite your lip, reaching down to palm his erection through the denim. "you," you say simply. "just you."

with a groan, he lifts you, but not to free himself. Instead, he repositions you until your dripping sex is hovering directly in front of his face. His eyes darken as he stares at your glistening folds, his breath warm against your sensitive skin.

"fuck, look at this pretty pussy," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "all mine to worship."

Hhs hands grip your hips tighter as he pulls you closer, his tongue darting out to taste you. a sharp gasp escapes your lips as he licks a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit. one hand leaves your hip to roughly grab your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingers.

"you taste so fucking good," he groans against your core. "i could eat this sweet pussy all night."

his mouth closes around your clit, sucking hard as his tongue flicks rapidly against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips begin to move instinctively, grinding against his face as he devours you. His other hand joins the first, roughly kneading both breasts as you ride his face.

"that's it, my goddess," he encourages, his words muffled against your flesh. "use my face. fucking ride it."

his tongue plunges into your entrance, fucking you in rhythm with your grinding hips. the wet sounds of his mouth on your sex fill the room, mingling with your increasingly desperate moans. gis nose presses against your clit as he tongue-fucks you deeper, his hands still roughly massaging your breasts.

"mine," he whispers against your clit. "all mine."

"yours," you gasp back, your fingers tangling in his hair as you match his pace. "always yours." he always knows how to help you forget something that upsets you.