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Fuck, this is what I get for applying for this position, you curse internally, gritting your teeth. Some shady military op that’s apparently trying to conquer an alien planet and put scientists like you, who were just trying to understand alien life, in danger.

Oxygen leaks out of your mask with a steady hiss. Your breaths grow shallower, chest tightening. You need that mask. Even if it risks giving up your hiding spot.

Slowly, you crawl out into the open, tufts of plush grass tickling your palms. You keep glancing surreptitiously towards the base, half expecting a screeching Na’vi to pounce at you at any second.

The mask is ten feet away. Now five. You’re about to make the final stretch. But first, you feel it: a little tingle on your skin, a dark inkling that something is wrong.

Then, you see it.

Two dark eyes are pinned on you, peeking through the thick foliage. A zap of terror shoots through you. Instead of recoiling back, you freeze, chest tightening in a way that has nothing to do with your lack of oxygen.

Time stands still.

Move, you snap at yourself internally, but you can only stay petrified, mouth agape, on your hands and knees, arm still reaching for the mask like an idiot.

Would moving even make a difference? The other part of your brain laments. It’s not like I could compete with a Na’vi’s speed.

Then, the branches part. The being reveals himself, all long, blue limbs toned with muscle. A male, you realize, unable to do much but stare right back at him. A bow is slung over his back.

Your heart pounds, fully anticipating him to just whip out an arrow and shoot you right there. But his gaze isn’t predatory or malicious, no— it’s sharp with curiosity, almost wide with surprise at seeing a human in these forests. He’s not one of those hostiles, then?

Even through his messy, brown hair, you can see that he dawns markings that don’t correlate with any tribes you’ve seen. With your experience in studying the Na’vi, you quickly catalogue potential identities. A lone hunter? A nomad?

He steps closer, and closer yet, until he’s just a foot away. Brilliant bright eyes— violet, you realize— drop from you, to the sought-after mask, before shooting back up to you.

Then, with all the grace and elegance of a cat, he crouches down and plucks the mask from the ground.

Desperation rising, you blurt, “No!”

He was merely turning the object in his large palms, inspecting it, but at your outburst he pauses, head slowly raising to stare at you. You resist the urge to clasp a hand over your mouth.

What were you thinking, yelling at this lethal alien? But he hasn’t killed me yet, when Na’vi are known for ending their victims relatively quickly, you ration. So maybe I have a chance?

Your oxygen mask beeps in warning, drawing his endlessly fascinated gaze. You need that mask.

“I mean,” you try again, this time in the basic Na’vi you picked up while studying, “that’s mine.”

The Na’vi tilts his head. Then his lips twitch, sharp eyebrows lowering, as if pleased by hearing you speak to him.

The one-sided conversation is interrupted by a loud crash from the base.

Both of your heads snap in the direction of the base. There’s another crash, accompanied by the screeching of approaching Na’vi that gets louder by the second. The takeover hasn’t stopped. It’d been just moving throughout the base, and now it’s moving towards you.

Finally, you scramble up, forget about that stupid mask, and run.

You don’t know where exactly you’re going. You just push through thick branches and foliage, hoping the vegetation will shield you from the hostiles’ eyes. But then you realize there’s a second set of footsteps behind you.

You shriek as a long arm binds around your waist, tugging you flush against a firm chest. A large blue hand grabs both of your flailing arms easily, and you’re hauled over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

At first, you want to kick and fight some more, but when you look back at the wrecked base, distance from it growing with each of the Na’vi’s long strides, you see the building shake with a low boom, and arrows whiz past the interior. He’s saving you. And though you have no idea where you’re going, as long as it’s away from the mass slaughter taking place in there—

You can only tuck your face against the Na’vi’s neck and pray.

You feel him mount you on something, and you peek just a bit and see that he’s ushered you on an screeching ikran. “Wait,” you panic, squirming to look up at him, but he only glances down airily, before shoving your face into his broad chest with a large palm.

You suppose you should be grateful for the way your view is hindered as the ikran rocks and takes off shakily, as you’re positive you would’ve vomited everywhere if you were forced to see the treetops far below. You still squeal though, clutching at the Na’vi’s torso like it’s a lifeline, eyes squeezed shut. You swear you feel his chest rumbling with laughter against your cheek.

It’s been minutes when world tilts again, air rushing past your ears. You can feel yourself soaring up, steeper, before suddenly the ikran lands with surprising grace, and you’re on stable ground again.

The Na’vi wastes no time in dismounting and taking you up in his arms again. Finally, you open your eyes. The area is lush with vegetation, but it’s clearly distinct from where the base was. Jagged rocks jut out against hills, creating interconnected networks of caves that extend outwards in different openings.

He takes you to one of them. You assume it’s his longtime home, as it’s entrance is veiled by a net woven with beads and wooden vines. He lifts the veil, revealing a spacious interior that glows with bioluminescent fauna that glows dimly even midday. As he sets you down, you can only marvel at the space, curiously taking in a Na’vi den you’ve only studied on computer screens— yet this one seemed decisively different. Most Na’vi homes were villages, clusters of netting and treehouses that were interconnected, built alongside nature, but never the nature itself, like this cave you’re in. There were some similarities, such as the woven net covering the cave that extends slightly to create a hammock-like structure, before dipping to cover the cold stony floor, that suggested he’d settled here for long enough. He must not be a nomad then. But there’s no village in sight— so what is he?

Your thoughts are cut off when you’re lightly shoved onto the hammock without any warning.

You twist, only to see the Na’vi kneeling over you. “What— hey!”

Your words are in English, but he still seems to sense your distress. “Calm down,” his voice is surprisingly soothing even when he’s speaking an alien language. “I just need to fix you up.”

He gestures to a shallow gash on your shin that you didn’t even know was there. Huh.

“But first…” he delicately hands you the oxygen mask. You take it eagerly, discarding your old one. The Na’vi watches, fascinated by the sight of your face without a barrier, but you’re quick to clasp on the new mask, eyes averted.

You sigh in relief, the tightness in your lungs fading with just a few breaths of the recycled air. Yet, you tense up again when lithe fingers grip your shin.

Now it’s your turn to watch in fascination as the Na’vi brings out what looks like a giant pestle bowl and grind up some sort of herbs, the plants bleeding an alarmingly neon green color that honestly looks poisonous— but it’s not like you’re in any position to complain, so you just let him work. You shift your feet a little, feeling ridiculously out of place. He’s quiet, probably concentrated on his work, but your human mannerisms and curiosity urge you to fill the silence with conversation.

“So…” you clear your throat, straining your tongue to wrap around the foreign vowels of Na’vi to tell him your name, before adding, “what’s your name?”

“Ca’leb,” he answers simply.

“Caleb…” you probably mess up an accent or two, but that’s the least of your worries. Mindfully, as not to be rude to your host, you ask, “why did you save me?”

“Well, you were in danger,” Caleb hums simply, and you jerk when his long fingers apply the cool herbal salve along the stinging cut. As his grip shifts to unnecessarily cup your calf in a gentle caress, his violet gaze shimmers in the glowing fauna, intense yet almost shy. “Besides, I’ve never seen a human up close before. I just had to take you.”

Ooookay, you flush, refusing to meet his insistent gaze, I might be stuck with this weird loner Na’vi for a while. At least he’s healing me?

“Alright,” you clear your throat, “thank you. It was…awful back there.”

Caleb shifts closer, slender tail flicking behind him excitedly as he practically lounges on the hammock with you, sturdy netting barely dipping under his weight. “You’re welcome. In fact, I’m surprised you even got away. Humans seem very fragile…can I?”

You don’t even have a chance to reply before he’s practically feeling you up, large hands lifting and turning over your smaller limbs, eyes wide with intrigue. He pokes and prods at your ribs and thighs, drawing quiet noises of shock from you. His hands go up, pushing up the fabric of your shirt, exposing your stomach and almost—

You shove his hands away urgently, letting out a snap. “Don’t you even try going there! Please,” you add quickly, anxious about angering him.

Instead, Caleb looks sad, eyes widening and lip jutting, tail curling backwards dejectedly.

Huh. Strange equating this lethal creature to a puppy, but here we are.

To his credit, he gets over it relatively quick, a pleasant expression making its way back on his face. He tugs his hands away, as if just now realizing that personal space would be nice, especially after the frightful event you just experienced.

More alert now, he stands to his towering height and tucks some furs around you. “Get some rest,” he orders, heading towards the entrance of the cave, where he perches, bow by his side. “I’ll keep watch and make sure no hostile tribes followed us here.” You blink, watching him leave rather abruptly.

You’d think falling asleep in such an unfamiliar place is hard, especially when said place is the wilderness of an alien planet. Yet, with the soft elastic material beneath you and a hide pulled up to your chin, it’s not long before you’re in a land of dreams.

When you wake, the sun hangs low in the sky. Sitting up, you notice Caleb’s steady form is gone from the opening. Apprehensive mingles through you: you didn’t exactly want your only source of protection gone when you were out here in the wilderness.

Meekly, you stand— ignoring your stinging shin— and creep out of the shelter, lifting the netting to step out onto the grass. Glancing around doesn’t give you any more insight on where you are as you’d hoped. Well, it’s another forest, you think dryly, blinking up at the towering trees around you.

“What are you doing outside?”

You turn at the sound of his voice. Gone is the innocent exterior he held; Caleb’s glaring, sharp brows lowered and jaw clenched. Slung over his shoulder is a bloody carcass of some sort of creature, and despite his softness earlier, you find the violence comes eerily natural to him. You swallow thickly.

“I woke up and was just wondering where you went,” you stammer, and his expression slowly relaxes. He really can switch up, huh? You wonder. Are all Na’vi like this?

“Alright,” with a hand on the small of your back, you’re ushered back inside. “Right on time for dinner. Just don’t walk on your injury, yeah?”

You nod, perching back on the hammock. You watch him bring the animal just outside the cave, where he sparks up a small flame. You choose to look away as he hacks at the meat with a knife into tiny cuts— you’ve been on this planet for a while, but as a scientist, your exposure to the wilderness and camping has been limited to cooking smores back on Earth. Eventually, though, Caleb returns with a steaming plate of roasted meat, with a side of what looks like grain and herbs. It’s not any human food, but just the smell of it is enough to make you salivate.

“Thank you,” you eagerly reach for the bowl, but Caleb merely pulls it back an inch, shaking his head with a smile.

“Let me feed you. You should save your energy,” and he’s perching right next to you on the hammock, scooping some food onto a spoon.

“Oh, no, I’m alright—”

He’s already holding out a spoonful. “Say ahh!”

Reluctant, you lift your oxygen mask, leaning forward to take a bite. Caleb watches your expression, enraptured, as you chew and swallow. You give him a strained smile— the food is amazing, but having him be so attentive is a bit embarrassing.

“Delicious,” you comment as you slip the mask on for a second to steal some breaths of oxygen. Caleb lights up at the praise, lips splitting with a smile, big eyes glimmering.

“Good. Eat it all, then. You need strength, yawntutsyìp,” you have no idea what that nickname means, but you continue letting him feed you.

“You should eat too.”

“I will, later.”

“Alright,” eating and rushing a few breaths of oxygen doesn’t exactly leave any room for speaking, but your curiosity really knows no bounds. “What animal is this?”

“It’s a syìl*,”*** Caleb seems eager to hold a conversation, so he doesn’t mind when you eat slower to rush out some questions. “Herds of them are plentiful around these forests, especially less than a mile north.”

“Oh,” you’ve heard of those deer-like creatures in your research. Knowing that you’re tasting one makes you feel an absurd amount of giddiness. “You seem very knowledgeable about these parts.”

“I am. I’ve lived here for quite a while.”

“But I don’t think there are any tribes or villages nearby,” you are careful to tread lightly. As familial bonds are deeply sacred to the Na’vi, and his isolation is not only deeply baffling and rare, the subject may be a sensitive one. “Do you live here alone?”

But Caleb looks unfettered and merely nods. “Yes.”

You press your lips together in thought, but you have to quickly part them again to take the spoon in your mouth again when he insistently waves it around. It seems like this is all you’re getting out of him today, because by the time your bowl is empty, he’s pushing you to lie back into the hammock.

“Sìltsan,” he coos, brushing a palm over your head as you lay down, “good, good job. Now just go to sleep, yeah? You’ve had a long day.”

You’re too tired to even bristle at his doting— does he seriously think humans are a kind of pet or something?— dozing off under his persistent, gentle pats. You sleep deep enough that you don’t stir when he curls up beside you later.

You learn a few things about Caleb in the next days that pass.

One, being that he’s alarmingly attentive.

You’ve woken up at least 3 times with Caleb’s bright eyes pinned on you in the dark of the night. You at first wondered if he was irritated— did you take too much of the pelt, leaving him chilly? Or were you hogging too much space? You attempted to resolve this by shifting away from him one night, ensuring you don’t brush against him. He didn’t take too much of a liking to that, tugging you close again with his long limbs and nuzzling into your hair. You had squeaked, offput, but said nothing. Perhaps you should’ve, because now these nightly cuddles have become a habit. But you don’t want to complain to your ever-accommodating and considerate host. Maybe he’s just lonely, you think, wide awake in the dark cave as Caleb’s breath brushes your hair, arms heavy around you. And really does see you as some sort of pet. Or comfort object.

And that’s another thing: he’s very much completely alone.

Sure, Na’vi travelling alone for some time isn’t absolutely unheard of, but they always return back to their villages. From what you’ve heard from Caleb, he’s never spoken of any relatives or past tribes. And he speaks a lot.

Not that you’re complaining. Most of it is about any fauna or wildlife he brings back to the cave. You’re always quick to stop him before he can cook everything, inquiring about each thing incessantly. He mirrors your enthusiasm, happily rambling out information like they’re not the greatest gems of knowledge for a scientist like yourself. Sometimes, he loves talking about his flying practices in particular, how he maneuvers his ikran and soars over the clouds. You wish you had a notebook to write these stories down sometimes, so you can show them to…

To who? You huff at yourself. The corpses of those scientists back at the base?

You grimace at your own gruesome thoughts. There’s no telling if anyone survived back there, but there had to be more human bases around, right? Though being a cuddle-buddy to an alien out in the wilderness isn’t the worst fate, you have every intention of exploring the possibility of reuniting with other humans later.

You two manage to develop some semblance of a normal routine over the next few days. By the time you wake, Caleb is back with some early-morning catch, and you sometimes help cook it into breakfast, before loitering around all day trying to chase boredom, through the various efforts Caleb endorses. Escaping from civilization for a bit is fun at first.

The first few days you’re taken with the idea of weaving, spending hours trying to loop some vine around a stick. “It’s kinda like crochet,” you realize, slowly going through the motions that Caleb had previously guided you through— “Upwards, then around, then through,” he had instructed, larger hands cradling yours with a delicacy that made you flush.

Caleb just tilts his head. “What is crochet?”

You tell him, and he listens with endless fascination. That’s another thing about Caleb; he loves listening to you speak, however basic your Na’vi, about human life. You tell him about the plants on Earth, the things you used to eat, hobbies, even the boring stuff like jobs and work and traffic. But he just listens, head propped up in his hand, staring so intently you wonder if he’s even listening or if he’s just staring because he wants to.

But eventually, talking about civilization makes you miss it with each word you blurt. And by the— tenth? or eleventh—day, you’re completely over this little vacation.

“Caleb,” you say, in the middle of him braiding back your hair for bed— you’ve long since given up trying to protest this. “Do you think it’s about time I went back out and explore for other humans? I’ve been here a while.”

His fingers pause against your scalp. “Why?”

You blink. “Well, because…I can’t exactly stay here forever. I’m human.”

His fingers continue their strokes, and his tone is more playful than curt this time. “And why not, huh?”

You’re surprised how much the question catches you off guard. Caleb is harmless, that much is sure, even if the large creatures he drags back after each successful hunt is a bit alarming. And it’s not like you have anyone you’re missing back on base or even on Earth— that’s why you signed up for this job, anyways.

“Because,” you huff stubbornly, ducking your head. “That’s just how it is.”

He finishes your braid without another response. But you still haven’t gotten a clear answer from him.

“So, I’ll probably go back out and search tomorrow.”

“No.”

You frown, twisting back to glance at him over your shoulder. “…no?”

His brows are furrowed, azure cheekbones taut with barely-concealed irritation. “No. There’s no telling how many hostiles are still out there. You could be attacked immediately.”

“But how much longer am I supposed to wait? Have you seen any signs of danger nearby?”

Caleb’s eyes widen, before he quickly averts them, almost guiltily. “Signs, yeah. Footprints and such.”

“Right,” you sigh, disbelieving. “So I should just sit here forever then.”

His face softens, and he reaches out to pinch at your cheek. “Don’t be upset,” he croons. “You’re a fragile human*.* There are many creatures waiting in the wilderness to catch you. I wouldn’t want my yawntutsyìp to be in danger, would I?”

“No,” you respond leniently, and he beams, pleased, tail swishing behind him. “No, you wouldn’t.”

But when Caleb curls up beside you that night, steady pats bewitching you into slumber, you form a plan.

You know his schedule by now; every morning, right before the sun has risen, Caleb gets up to hunt.

You remember it because you stir awake every time you feel the hammock shift beneath you, the loss of his body heat. You usually end up turning over and get right back to dozing off.

But today, you don’t let yourself drift off when you feel Caleb sit up. To fake being asleep, you continue inhaling and exhaling deeply, breaths hissing out of your oxygen mask.

A palm brushes over your head, and then a quiet sniff against your hair. Woah, is this part of his normal morning routine too? It takes everything in you to not flush and turn away. Finally, after a bit more nuzzling than needed, you feel his presence depart.

You wait a few more minutes to just make sure he’s really gone, breath held, body tense, before your eyes slide open. Sure enough, the cave is empty, the dim fluorescent fauna illuminating all crevices and corners and confirming that you’re alone.

As you rise and exit the cave, looking over the darkened forest, you rethink your decisions just a little bit. What exactly was the plan after this? You suppose you should at least get to a high place and see if you can spot any structures down below, or even if some humans can spot you and extract you. You’d explore for a few hours, you decide, until the sun rises. And if you don’t return before Caleb gets back, then you’ll just apologize.

I don’t owe him anything anyways, you think as you weave past trees., trying to feel less guilty. Sure, he saved me and all, but I’ve only known him for a week. It’s not like I’m obligated to stay with him.

The actual outcome is not as easy as you hoped.

Sure, finding and traversing an inclined hill was easy enough— aside from how you end up with raw marks on your skin from sharp thorns, leaves and branches in your hair. Your struggles are for nothing.

Because when you look over the edge, you don’t see any buildings or structures amidst the treetops. No, you only see mist, tinged pink from the sunrise.

It takes you a moment to realize that it’s not mist. It’s clouds. He took you to one of those floating sky islands.

Your stomach tilts with unease. Just how far up are you? How far away did he take you from any other living, sapient being?

You’ll never be able to get back down to civilization without his willingness to help, will you?

Your revelation is broken off by a crack of a branch below you. You whip your head down so fast you’re surprised you don’t roll over.

His chiseled torso is smeared with blood. You know better than to think it’s his own. A carcass is already hiked up over his back.

Caleb. He’s standing there, meters below you, looming on the forest floor, gleaming eyes pinned on you even from this distance. And he looks livid.

Long dark hair frames the sharp edge of his tense jaw, falls just over his furrowed brow. It’s a look you’ve never seen on him. Unhinged, feral.

He just stares. You stare back. You don’t know why you feel the urge to run. This is Caleb. He’s cared for you, saved you. Logically, there’s nowhere you can go. But a more primitive part screams at you to get away.

But this is Caleb. He’d never hurt you.

You run.

There’s nowhere run except down, so you make a mad dash down the hill, the swoop of gravity boosting your speed and sparking a rush of exhilaration in your chest. Those branches are clawing at you, tugging at your clothes as if the planet itself was against you, but you push through, breaking into a clearing. You pause for a moment, turning and looking at all possible directions. Before you can decide where to go, you hear the padding of large footsteps on the muddy ground.

It seems you may have become his next hunt.

You panic, turning just in time to try and spring the other direction. But, like the skilled hunter he is, he’s already directly behind you. A hand clasps around your arm, tugging you so that you’re flush against his large body. You wail in discomfort as the glass of your mask is forced against his blood-stained abs, before he’s hauling you off the ground. You shriek, limbs thrashing until he traps them between your bodies, subduing your struggles entirely, and easily begins walking.

“C-Caleb,” you cry, his arms crushed too tight around you, like a deadly snake. “Caleb!”

He shushes you sharply, arms tightening possessively around you. You let out a strained sound in protest.

His feet stop abruptly, and you startle at the sound of another voice.

“What do we have here?”

Caleb physically tenses against you. You wish you could twist around, see who has appeared behind you, but the apprehensiveness radiating off Caleb keeps you obediently still.

Maybe Caleb was just using a very basic dialect of Na’vi with you, because when he speaks to this unknown stranger, you find you can barely understand a full sentence. As they exchange words, you only understand a few phrases; “live nearby” and “friendly” and “mate.”

Mate?

The stranger’s tone darkens, deepening into one that almost seems like he’s lecturing or berating Caleb for something. You make a quiet sound of fear, half expecting to hear the sound of a bow being drawn in your direction— the clamor of the attack on your base still wracks in your head like warning bells.

The conversation quiets at your noise, as if both Na’vi are observing you. Then the stranger barks out a final order, “get going then.”

You feel Caleb continue walking, this time with more urgency.

You’re silent on the way back. When he sets you down on that damn hammock again, you want nothing more than to bury your face somewhere, stomach in knots.

He’s silent, too, uncharacteristically so, as he sets his bow and hunt away and kneels down in front of you. He keeps his gaze fixed stubbornly to your scraped knees, rubbing salve on every tiny nick.

You don’t think you can take the carefully neutral look on his face, the way his eyes avoid yours. “Caleb,” your voice cracks on the syllables. He doesn’t regard you, staying intent on his work.

You tear off the oxygen mask with a hiss, freeing your sight of the murky glass, and swallow painfully. “Caleb. I-I’m sorry, okay? I just thought I’d be able to get rescued by some humans— Caleb,” you cry when he dips his lead lower, brown strands shielding his face. His incredibly tall body, now shriveled up, hunched over till he’s short enough to avoid your eye.

“You know what that Na’vi wanted back there?” he grits out, and you freeze at the sound of his voice. You’ve never heard it this dark; it’s worrying. “He saw you and questioned your presence. He wasn’t part of those hostiles, but the Na’vi know. They all know the intent of most humans who come here, so they assume the worst of every one of them. If he found you before I did…”

His cadence dips. His back shudders as he heaves a shaky breath, blue skin rippling with muscle. Your body reacts before your brain can think, and you’re brushing his hair away from his face, reaching down to cup his face.

“I know, I’m sorry, okay?”

He melts. Violet hues finally raise, wide and shiny. When they flit around and land on yours, his pupils slowly expand, swallowing the irises like a black hole.

“Why did you leave?”

“Because…I have to go back to civilization. It’s not like I can live in the wilderness forever.”

“Why do you want to go back?” Caleb shakes his head, lips trembling. “You’re not like those humans, who just want to conquer and destroy. You can’t truly be happy there. It’s selfish of me, but…” a large palm cups your cheek, stroking your bare skin reverently. “I want you by my side.”

Your lips part in surprise at his declaration. Your heart squeezes— because you know it’s the truth. Just coming to terms on what the company you had worked for was doing, and witnessing the sheer massacre they were willing to provoke from the natives, the countless employees they sacrificed for a greedy and entitled cause was hard enough, but Caleb laid it all out for you. Living with a Na’vi in just this short amount of time showed you what could have been lost because of a human conquest— the tradition and livelihood, sure, but the smaller things, like breakfasts, homemade salves, woven hammocks. What are your options if you return to civilization? It’s either on an overpopulated, dying Earth, or supporting a cause that will destroy the things you’ll come to love.

You feel lightheaded, not just from the heavy, foreign air, but from your heavy thoughts as well. But you don’t slip on the mask if it means it’ll ruin how his skin brushes yours.

Thankfully, Caleb doesn’t seem to expect a response right away just yet, standing to perch beside you. You steal some breaths of oxygen but ultimately keep the mask off, refusing to put any barriers between you two again. He stays close, tail flicking anxiously behind him.

“Did I…scare you back there? Why’d you run?”

“A little, I mean, I guess the sight of you angry and covered in blood was a bit off-putting.” You admit sheepishly.

Caleb laughs, hanging his head, pretty smile softening his features. You can’t help but laugh with him.

“I’m sorry. I just sensed another Na’vi nearby and knew I had to get to you. You’re not hurt anywhere else, right?”

You shake your head, but he frowns, leaning in closer. “But wait, your face…”

“Oh,” you realize, reaching up to feel a few small nicks. “Just some branches scratched me up a bit. No big deal.”

But he leans even closer, until you’re gasping, quickly leaning back so your noses don’t brush. “You need to be more careful,” he breathes, brows still drawn together. He cups your face with both hands, an expression of fretfulness flashing across his features that was so intense it was almost comical— though you held your laugh, not wanting to make fun of his concern.

“Poor thing, your face is all cut up,” Caleb practically whines, thumbs darting to brush every mark. Your cheeks heat under his touch.

“Please, it’s not that bad—”

“Shh,” his nose brushes yours, and he simply caresses your face for a few moments, as if his touch alone could heal you.

“Caleb,” you murmur, muffled by the way he smushes your cheeks slightly.

“Hmm?”

“What all did that man say back there?”

“Oh,” his eyes lowered, a purplish hue staining his cheekbones— is he blushing? “Like I said, he’s a head of a tribe nearby and was just patrolling around their territory. When he saw me with a human…well, he was naturally just appalled. But it’s okay! I just let him know that you were friendly to Na’vi, harmless, and my mate.”

“What?’

“Not that you are,” Caleb blurts, backtracking. “Or that you aren’t. Well, I mean, I had to defend you somehow. But he was obviously taken aback, saying how it’s against Eywa. But…I’ve never been too firm of a believer in that, have I?”

His tone dips to a more sultry one that makes your heart pound. “He says it’s against nature. That something interspecies wouldn’t benefit Awaang. But…” his hand slides down your arm sensually, sending goosebumps in his wake, “I haven’t been much for following the norm, or what’s seen as right.”

Caleb’s lips are a breath away. Your heart pounds. “I’ve never desired anything as much as I’ve desired you,” he pants raggedly, before crushing his lips to yours.

You melt immediately, hands tangling in his long locks and tugging, and he whines against your lips, suckling and biting. Caleb’s kisses aren’t gentle or perfect; they’re eager and sloppy. He licks into your mouth and pushes you onto your back, hulking body enveloping you entirely, shielding your arching and squirming body from the world.

“I’ve never asked for anything, except for you,” he rasps, before sealing the words with a rough kiss,“Eywa couldn’t possibly deny my only request, right?

You squeak against his mouth as he ravages your lips, struggling to keep up with his hunger with your own meek kisses. He finally breaks away with a last wet smooch, glossy lips parting, drool smudged down the corner of them.

“Caleb,” you wheeze quietly, and he’s scrambling to press the oxygen mask to your face, concern bleeding past his arousal.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, can you breath?” Caleb rushes, biting his swollen lip as you take deep, hissing breaths. “I’m so sorry, I did it for too long, I’m sorry,” he gasps again, leaning back off of you to give you some space. You’re not having any of that.

Once you’ve taken a few deep breaths, you’re tossing the mask aside and kissing him again.

Caleb whimpers like he’s in heaven, sagging back over you, pecking and licking at the seam of your lips. He’s gentle at first, as if still concerned about your respiration, but he quickly loses himself, his hunger growing by the second. It seems like he’s taken advantage of the opportunity to pick up exploring your anatomy again from that first day he met you, hands eagerly bunching up your shirt just past your ribs, slipping under to squeeze your tits until you arch and mewl. His other hand wastes no time in sliding down, slipping under your pants to caress your bare thigh, claws tantalizingly close to nicking your soft skin.

When he takes your bottom lips between his sharp teeth and sucks, you can’t repress a quiet moan. The sound makes him harden against you—you can feel the press of it from where it presses against your thigh, and it feels huge.

When Caleb breaks apart again, a string of saliva pulls taught until it snaps, and he wipes it away with a swipe of his thumb. Gently, he rubs the glass of the oxygen mask clean, before securing it back over your face.

His calm actions are at odds with the pained look on his face; you twitch needily at the expression of longing, in his furrowed brow and parted lips.

“Fuck, yawne,” he pants, sitting up to reach for the loincloth around his waist. “Please, need you so bad, please please—”

“Yes,” you gasp, pushing off your already-strewn clothes—first, you kick off your pants and panties, before lifting your shirt and bra off and tossing it aside. Caleb watches the unfamiliar clothing with enrapturement, glowing eyes particularly caught on your discarded panties. His long fingers grasp the cloth, brushing it reverently.

He’s shoving off his loincloth with the other hand, and you are not prepared for the sight of his cock; it bobs up immediately, smacking against his blue abdomen, and it is large. The size of your forearm, almost? Your thighs clench with arousal at the thought.

Caleb groans, brushing the head of his leaky tip with his thumb, before beginning to jerk himself off right in front of you. His bright eyes are pinned to you, raving over your human anatomy, and his abs clench deliciously as he tries not to cum immediately.

Your face heats, and you squirm underneath his heady stare, pussy clenching around nothing. “Please, pretty,” he begs sweetly, scooting a bit closer. “Just need to get myself ready for you, I’m so hard. Need your spit.”

You stare blankly, quietly shocked at his lewd words. “Your spit, hahh,” he clarifies, head rolling back in pleasure, till he’s staring through half-lidded eyes. “Please spit on me.”

You snap out of your daze, leaning your face forward towards his cock. It twitches, a zap of pleasure shooting through it just from your attention alone. You purse your lips and let a wad of pearly saliva land right on his leaky tip and slide down his shaft, highlighting every thick vein in it’s wake.

“Nghh, fuck,” he almost sobs, quiet schlicks from his cock as he begins to pump it with your spit as lube. “Thank you, thank you.”

You’ve never been more soaked in your life. “Caleb,” you wail, shifting your thighs apart eagerly to reveal your swollen pussy, throbbing with need. He gapes at the sight of it, awe and thirst settling on his face now. “Please just put it in. Need you.”

You know he can’t resist. He melts almost immediately, throbbing cock forgotten, settling his massive form between your thighs. He presses his face between them, hesitantly kissing the glossy folds like he’s worshipping at an altar.

You twitch, letting out a keening sound. “I know,” he cooes, brow scrunched as he nuzzles his nose against your thigh. “I just don’t know if I’ll fit, yawntutsyìp. Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Just put it in, fuck, need it—”

Caleb is nothing if not attentive to you.

Pulling back, he lines himself up, tip just nestled against your hole. He pushes in slowly, making your pussy squelch, walls fluttering so hard immediately it almost pushes him back out. Caleb’s jaw tenses as he tries to go slow, hips twitching eagerly and making his tip slipping in with a pop.

“Ngh, ohmygod,” you squeak, tight ring of muscle burning deliciously at the stretch. You buck your hips for more involuntarily, to which Caleb pins them down firmly with a single hand to your stomach—which only serves to press down against his tip bulging inside you, the pressure making your feet kick out in pleasure.

“I’m sorry,” Caleb rushes, but he doesn’t move his hand, ears pinned back and flushed. He only pushes his hips forward, feeding you inches and inches of his long cock until it presses deep past your gooey walls, poking directly into a bundle of nerves in you. His palm can feel his hard dick in you through your stomach, and just the thought has him spurting precum in you.

“Don’t you dare stop,” you pant before he can start apologizing again, chest heaving as you try to accommodate his size. Caleb’s eyes drop from your face to your alluring tits at that, and he’s dazedly leaning down before he even knows what he’s doing, taking a bud into his mouth eagerly.

“Cay,” you mewl, hands pushing and smacking at his abs, begging him to start moving and relieve you of the pressure. Finally, he blinks away the fog of arousal, maw unhinged against your breast, drooling on your tit as he begins thrusting.

He pumps slow and deep, tip ramming steadily against your g-spot. “You feel so good, can’t believe you can take me so well—” he rambles against your chest, ragged breathes brushing your hardening nipples.

Your cunt sucks him in greedily, clicking with each thrust and leaking all the way down his shaft, until it’s slathered in a creamy mess. Caleb finally lifts his head to look down at the sight, where blue meets brown, Na’vi meets human, where two worlds collide into lewd, forbidden pleasure.

His hips quicken at the sight, until he’s pounding into you, desperately chasing that pleasure again and again. You mewl with every thrust, cunt spasming around his shaft, wringing a pained groan out of him. Your thighs quiver, jerking every time his pelvis smacks against them wetly, the skin pinkened and raw.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m yours, don’t ever leave me,” Caleb blurts, and he feels your stomach spasm underneath his palm in pleasure. You nod drunkenly, lips parted.

“Hahh, yes Caleb, need you so bad!” You hiccup, not exactly aware of what you’re affirming, but his tail swings happily behind him all the same at the agreement.

“Ah, nghh,” his jaw drops again when you clench around his shaft; you swear he’s sheathed in so deep that he’s pressing up against your guts. It’s so full, combined with how his large palm presses your tummy down firmly. “That’s it, my perfect mate,” he grits out, eyes feral and wide with the need to fill you up.

You whine out when he shoves himself a fraction deeper, his leaky tip kissing into your cervix, brute size bruising your walls up. His cock presses up against every nerve ending, making you tense up with pleasure, thighs locked and toes curled.

“I’m gonna cum,” you squeal out, fists curling against his large pecs. “Please—please!”

Caleb doesn’t stop, hips pumping with an exactness that has you seeing starts. “Yeahh, cum all over my cock,” he begs, expression crumbling prettily as he nears his own release. “Let Ca’leb fill you up, please—”

You gush around his shaft with a squeal, pussy clenching down hard when you cum, your smaller feet kicking and curling against the hammock as shocks of pleasure rack through you. Caleb cums immediately at the sensation, and like the rest of him, his load is huge— it doesn’t all fit in your tiny stomach, leaking steadily out of your messy cunt.

Caleb doesn’t even pull out when he collapses on top of you, careful not to crush your body. You don’t complain, heartbeat pounding in your ears as the rush fades, leaving you satiated and sleepy.

You both lay there exhausted for who knows how long, before Caleb suddenly lifts his head from your chest, blinking at you.

“I forgot to make and feed you breakfast. You must be hungry.”

“Mmm, no, Caleb. Not hungry.”

“But you can’t sleep if I haven’t braided your hair,” he complains quietly, frowning. “Then I won’t be taking care of you properly.”

“Trust me, you’ve taken care of enough,” you huff, turning over to nestle your face into his chest.

At your bedside drawer. They rummage and whisper like school girls that are 6 foot tall and jacked. When the door opens, they peek over their shoulders as if it's their privacy you're invading.

"There you are sweetie" Sylus greets, his frown melts into a warm smile as you freeze like a lost deer in headlights.

His eyes gentle but they shamelessly drag down your body, "We were wondering where you went."

"How do you know where I live..?" You ask, voice trailing off into nothing. The absurdity of fate stuns you to silence.

And Caleb's got something in his hand. Small. Red. Bullet shaped. For fuck's sake.

He looks at you all wide eyed and innocent while playing with it.

"Lucky guess?" He offers with a sheepish smile, and you start to bristle, " Juust kidding pipsqueak, we saw you swipe into the building earlier today. We were in the area and this group of girls let us in soo we walked around until we found your name on the door."

He explains it as if it's normal to sneak in. Break in and go through people’s belongings.

"I like how you decorate by the way." He adds, motioning to your posters, “you’ve got taste.”

"Your choice of favorite character is interesting though" Sylus tacks on with a crooked smile, "Him of all people."

To which Caleb turns to him like they've been down this road already.

"You don’t watch the show what would you know?” He muses shaking his head, "You're asleep by the end of an episode-"

"And who told you that?"

"Your snoring-"

Naturally they fall into a debate about it. The air is light and jovial but wrongfully so and it annoys you. How they can casually take up space when they shouldn't.

So you hang your shower bag aside on its designated hook, and without much thought to it you walk straight towards them.

They turn to you when you approach, both of their faces radiant.

"What's with that look?" Sylus asks and you promptly shove him aside, "Oh? kitten's not happy to see us?"

You're not sure where the sudden burst of confidence comes from. Maybe from the frustration blossoming in your chest.

Or the onset of panic from them suddenly appearing in front of you.

You don't even care you're practically naked.

Well you do, but it slips your mind for a moment.

They laugh together as you lunge for your vibrator. In which Caleb moves your target, pausing to give you a chance to make a grab before he raises it to impossible heights.

"Assholes" Your entire face burns hot as you punch Caleb swiftly in the stomach.

"Ouch." He playfully winces, completely unaffected by your act of violence. He looks down at you with a tiny shit-eating grin.

"Whats the matter pipsqueak?" He coos, " Can't play your toys, but we can play with your pussy right?"

You flinch, "Get. Out."

At that Sylus slots behind you. You can smell him before the heat comes.

That signature scent brushes up like a wall against your back, your ass smoothing along his jeans.

"But we just got here" He says, as if trying to be harmless, "And it's been awhile."

Your body moves away. But his hands, achingly familiar, take your hips and draw you in.

It's been three days since the incident. It's been the running theme of your dreams lately, always lingering in the back of your mind.

Electromagnetism. Utter humiliation. A dripping seat and very sore pussy.

It's both a blessing and a curse you were able to disappear the way you did that day. When class was over and once people started to move, you moved faster.

Quicker than sylus or caleb could react, you gathered your things and left before anyone noticed how strange you were walking. And the obvious erections lining their pants.

"Basically disappeared on us after class." Caleb says disappointedly, approaching with a step.

That's when you realize you're trapped between them. When his chest is all you can see, and you're only inhaling the scent of warm spiced cologne with a hint of outside air.

The tip of your vibrator sits at the dip of your sternum.

Caleb presses it against the throb of your heartbeat.

"You were so cute running away from us scaredy cat" He teases, his bottom lip briefly stuck under his teeth, "Didn't even care to clean up your seat, good thing we did it for you."

With the way they both snicker, you don’t want to think about what he means by that.

You suck in a breath when Sylus's embrace tightens. His arms bunch up your towel like jaws closing in. The hem lifts behind your thighs, cold air sweeping along your drenched slit. That's how you know you're ruined.

So intense you almost whimper again.

"Such a tease.. " The bass in Sylus's voice slithers into your ear at the side of your head, "Ditching us like that."

"I had to change.." You say softly, a weak excuse.

" We would've helped you." Caleb reasons, "We were responsible for the mess you made after all." he adds before chuckling, like it's ridiculous, "But no. You ghost us after we made you cum so many times..such a playboy."

You can feel his breath fan his amusement over your nose. Every word stamped to your lips.

"What should we do with you now pipsqueak?" He ponders, like the possibilities are limitless, "Any ideas?"

At the same time you feel your towel slip, and you reach up quickly to adjust yourself. Caleb scoffs at it, and your vibrator is replaced with his fingers.

Devastatingly familiar, he traces the length of your neck softly. Down to the swell of your tits along the edge of the fabric.

"What's wrong?” He whispers deceptively innocent, “You scared we'll take this off you?"

Sounds like a question, but your body takes it like a warning. A dare.

You shudder, just slightly.

Sylus hums, "Or maybe.." He tries, "You want something along those lines?"

"Why would I want that?" you ask defiant before swallowing as Sylus's embrace loosens when he straightens up.

His hands feel up your sides, committing the fuzzy outline of your body to memory.

"We all enjoyed ourselves the last time we were together." He answers smoothly, "And you had your toy charging, all ready to go for when you touch yourself thinking about it tonight."

You can't help but squirm honesty and denial flooding your brain, "N-no way-"

"Oh yeah? Room all to yourself I'm sure the thought crossed your mind" Caleb leaves in your other ear, "But this won't make you squirt over and over again—unlike us."

They chuckle as you try push away the flashbacks, but you’re failing miserably.

Caleb returns into your field of vision so you can see the satisfied smile on his lips.

He knows. Of course he does. He knows they've got you. That they'll always have you.

Your face is tilted up and you have no choice but to accept his kiss.

It's insistent and messy. Inexperienced but desperate like he knows what he's looking for.

Sweet like apples and burns with a hint of vodka.

Skinny lines of drool ooze past your mouth. He backs away to lick it up and bring back against your tongue.

You feel Sylus inhale into your neck as you exhale shakily,

"We missed you so much kitten" He sighs pleased, "Couldn't get your scent off my mind today…"

His tongue, wet and hot takes a stripe of your skin shy under your ear.

You shiver as his lips close in against your humming pulse. A noisy kiss that ends with a bite.

His mouth travels like his hands that reach to feel your tits through your towel.

You try to speak, try not to melt into his chest, "Mmph-"

But Caleb forces your mouth to do nothing but take him.

Experience him.

"Open up." He murmurs. He demands it so you do exactly that, wearily.

He stares at your murky gaze through half shut eyes. A sound at the back of his throat tremors along your lips,

"Fuck.." He heaves, "Guess you taste good everywhere huh? Knew you would."

Your hands alternate on who to try and push away first.

Useless.

Useless.

They're closing in quick and you're struggling to breathe. Their mouths attaching anywhere, leeches sucking for food.

Bodies like a rock and a hard place, looking for relief.

"Don’t fight. You know you want it kitten" Sylus speaks on your neck as if echoing your inner thoughts. Inner desires.

He leads you along the bulge under your ass, thick and deprived, "Made a mess with just our fingers last time, imagine what you’ll do with this.”

Your writhe at his words and his cock nudging your ass but you say nothing. Sylus chuckles fondly at your hesitation. As if he already knew your answer before he asked and Caleb sighs the same. Annoyed and heavily aroused.

He parts from your lips, with a small frown, "You wanna keep being a little tease? Fine."

If your towel is a dress, he pulls up the skirt. They drag it up your thighs like it's your wedding night. Two husbands that have been waiting all night for this exact moment.

"W-what the fuck?" You whine

"Keep your towel on stubborn girl.." Caleb assures you, kissing your protests. "But we're gonna see how dripping wet you are from this."

The towel rises past your drenched cunt and their hands delve between your naked thighs. They find the inner side damp from water and sweat. Sticky with arousal.

Their amused hum is low and lecherous, it seals your fate as they rub your slit tenderly.

"Hmm? What's all this kitten?" Sylus questions, you feel his delighted smile in the crook of your neck, "You had me fooled for a second. You're so slick here we could just.."

Then two fingers and a familiar stretch slide in you so easy you gasp, thighs spreading,

"Fuck w-wait-"

You're trembling as they ease through, throbbing against them without hesitation. A certain need settling in your stomach as their fingers flex like they're home at last.

"Accept it pips, you want us so bad." Caleb says as your chest presses into him, "Your mouth might lie to us, but your little pussy never will."

"True." Sylus whispers, just before using a hand to turn your head to the side, "But you're cuter when you're both honest."

His kiss is full with his satisfied groans, predatory like he's licking meat off bones. His tongue tastes like whiskey from a dark bar.

You feel it go straight to your head. Hazy like a heatwave.

"Tell us what you want." He bites your bottom lip softly, " If you really want us to leave then we will. Tell us to stay and we'll be here alll night."

Because that's what they do. Push all your buttons, get you riled up.

Constantly testing you for the love of it. You know their game well.

So when you don't speak up, they rescind their touch. Hold it for ransom.

Their fingers pull out leaving you empty, but you can still feel them. Phantom hands pawing your thighs, large fingers massaging your walls.

"What's it gonna be pips?" Caleb asks, you watch him bring his middle finger to his mouth, licking you off like sweet syrup, "You decide how our friday night ends."

They already know your answer. It's warm on their fingers but it's not enough.

"Fine." you confess in the semi quietness of your room, "you can stay."

Soft but staggering, “Please"

It's close to instant the way you're lifted and set on top of your bed.

Mouths vying for your lips. One after the other, chasing your tongue before they mesh into one, and you’re running your fingers through brown and dark silver hair.

At the edge, you're feather light between them. Maneuvered by gentle hands that could snap you in an instant.

They ease you on your back, knees bent, thighs spread to reveal yourself.

Between your legs, their gaze above you is the best worst.

Hands riddled with greed, they undo the tuck that holds your towel together.

They smooth it it out, help the fabric fall to the sides. Open you up like Christmas morning.

In awe as if they wouldn't want to miss a second of it.

"So pretty.."

Hands and mouths grip and kiss. Impatient almost. Hoping to experience every curve that shapes your body.

Leaving behind their heat on your skin like fingerprints.

"You have no idea how long we've waited for this.." Caleb groans like you're a relief to a lingering pain, an answer to his prayers.

All the warmth from their undivided attention goes straight to your cunt, completely drenched as you ache inside. Body moving with their touch, looking for release.

Sylus lowers to his knees, he spreads your pussy wider with a wet sound that follows.

"Good to know the wait was worth it." His last words fan over your folds and you squirm. Too sensitive. Too needy.

Caleb's eyes flicker from the mess you leave on the bed to your face.

"You look like you want something," He says, getting next to you with hazy purple eyes baring into yours, "But I think you need to speak up and ask for it."

"I do too" Sylus adds and this time you feel every word on your pussy as he gets close.

"Please.." You try feebly, grinding your hips towards his face.

Caleb kisses your weak plea and it butterflies up your jaw tipping your head to the side.

"You can do better than that" He murmurs knowingly, "Try again."

You softly hiss when there's teeth nipping your thigh, "I remember you calling me a certain name during class." Sylus says playfully, "Care to remind me what it was kitten?"

Your face burns from Caleb laughing at you against your tits.

"I thought you didn't like that.." You trail off feigning confusion

"Who said that?" Caleb goes, giving you a sly grin as he mouths, "He loves it."

You clench inside and you’re positive sylus sees the way your hole winks at him.

So despite the bashfulness sitting heavy on your face, you give him what he wants.

It comes out like your back curling off the bed, like a cat when he spreads a thumb over your slit.

"Please daddy.."

"Oh that won't cut it this time sweetie." Sylus muses darkly as he licks over the shallow bite mark on your leg. finger circling your clit, "To avoid another misunderstanding, I want you to really beg for it."

His finger moves as thoughtful as his voice, "So how about you say..daddy, please eat my pussy."

"Damn" Caleb exhales, his breath shivering around your nipple. He drags his tongue over the bud, engulfs the peak with his mouth, sucks a timid cry from your lips, "No running away this time pips."

"Or ever again" Sylus adds. "So look at me and say it."

There's an increase in tempo around your clit and he kisses around where you need him the most. On the swell of your lips, at the very edge of where you're desperate to feel something.

"Beg for me.."

You find gleaming red eyes between your legs and they blaze with what you can only call desire in its rawest form.

"Please eat my pussy daddy." You can't help but whine frustrated

They both groan in response and it fills the room as your moans dribble out.

Sylus's mouth opens up to savor you slow and deep. Your body stricken with instant gratification, trying to retreat. You’re far too sensitive but he doesn't care.

His fingers sink into your thighs and keep you pried open. Rooted to your spot you're helpless again, at the mercy of his tongue this time, flattening over your folds. Squirming with the way he spreads the wetness leaking out of your hole to suck and swallow it down his throat.

The air from his nose blows hot air against you, fans out as if he's getting unruly.

The vibrations from his mouth make you cling to Caleb whose teeth teases your hardened nipple. His other hand kneads your other tit like pliant dough.

He raises his head to get close to your lips that tremble trying to bite back your moans,

"You feeling good baby?" Caleb asks lowly and you nod, the gold in his eyes bright, "Yeah? Say it."

"F-feels so good" You trickle out and he grins

"You don't deserve it after treating us like the plague", He presses a careful kiss to your lips that you can't stop yourself from chasing, "But you're so damn cute we can't help ourselves. You'll make it up to us anyways right?"

"Mhm.."

Another kiss. "Good girl" Caleb whispers, the red in his ears is telling before he climbs into your bed.

He pulls off his sweater and shirt, revealing silver around his neck, deep etches of trained muscle. Brown hairs leading into his sweatpants.

He slips them off like he doesn't want them anymore, fat cock bounces out when the waistline dips, "So you won't mind helping me out?"

You don't answer all at once and Sylus raises his head, "You owe us." He reminds you, licking the words from his lips like your essence, "Time to start paying your debt sweetie. Turn over. Ass up."

You begrudgingly turn over. Caleb putting his leaking cock in your face. He strokes the head in front of you while a hand finds the back of your neck, petting you endearingly.

"Get it wet" He encourages your lips to drop long trails of drool that falls on the head and glides down his shaft. "Y..yeah good girl"

You grab the base and his hand immediately retreats, letting go to give you a chance to stroke him. He exhales a puff of air and you feel the way his cock jump under your fingers.

"Soft little hand feels amazing" He sighs in his bliss, "Don't be shy, give it a tug."

The mix of your spit and the little beads of precum tearing up from the tip makes your hand slippery. He's so swollen, your hand barely makes sense of it. So warm and stiff in your pumping grasp.

There's a gentle tremble through the bed from the shiver racking down his spine. His hand returns, covering yours like a trap.

"Like this" He says. He spits on it, adds to the mess and increases your tempo, twisting from base to the tip, "want you like this-"

Sounds ease from his lips and you can't tell him to be quiet.

Can't bring yourself to even though the walls are thin, unsuspecting conversations creeping in from next door.

His flimsy moans are so filthy they go straight to your pussy, and Sylus is there to satisfy the hunger it brings.

Your lip stuck against your teeth as his hands grip your ass and spread you open.

The heat from his mouth returns with a thumb on your ass, his nose also teasing the tight rim while his tongue laps at your folds.

Devouring rather than tasting, like it's instinct. He pushes you into Caleb, deepening the arch in your back. You whimper loud not meaning to.

"Still worried about the noise aren't ya?" Caleb asks and you admit it with a slow nod, "Put this in your mouth-it'll keep you quiet."

You could've put up a fight, put up some reluctance.

Maybe caleb was expecting you to, but you don't.

Your lips widen and you welcome the thick head of his swollen cock, wrapping your mouth around him.

The taste of salt and caleb travels to the back of your tongue and stays there.

"Holyshit" He heaves, you see his eyes widen before they disappear as his head tilts back, brown hair falling away from his forehead, "Holy fucking shit-yeah swallow it-"

You feel Sylus laugh as caleb shakes under you, like a leaf, making your bed give out a noise.

Your throat doesn't protest as the girth of him sinks in. He's thick but you're too distracted by sylus sliding his tongue in your hole to care.

The rest of his cock you can't fit, the two of you stroke together. Sloppy and quick. It's sopping from the drool that drips from your mouth.

"Look at you pipsqueak-" Caleb shakes his head in pleasant disbelief, waist lifting off the bed that creaks creaks with every drop, "You're really something else-eating my dick like-fuck- who taught you how to use your mouth like this huh?"

"Your talents come out in the strangest of ways don't they kitten?" Sylus says, easing in two fingers like a prize.

You and Caleb both seize up as you moan tenderly around his cock.

Caleb chuckles breathlessly, "That's just a nice way of callin' you a slut."

"What of it?" Sylus questions, his fingers angling, sliding against your sweet spot, "I'm not lying."

He adds another finger and you feel him crowd inside, tongue flattening against your clit. "There's nothing innocent here."

It's then you realize you're fucking yourself back on his fingers, and they're both witnessing it intently.

The way you chase after it, pushing and pulling your hips to feed the soft sensitive spot in your pussy.

Sylus's heavy hand raises off your ass, and you gasp when it comes down quick on the fat that ripples on impact.

It's soft enough to feel praiseworthy rather than punishing. You melt, the pain rendering down and fizzling into pleasure with every flick of his tongue.

Caleb chuckles airily, "Well you know what they say about the quiet ones.."

He holds the back of your head , fucking your mouth, guiding his shaft to ride your tongue towards the slick mess at the back of your throat.

"Closeted s-sluts that just wanna a-ah- get played with." He groans, chestnut pubes tickling your nose as you swallow him, "We know exactly what you are pipsqueak- Just as bad as we are."

And you're so close too, head spinning as you can feel the come up approaching.

Body twitching, pussy working towards release.

Your brain ruined with the thought of it. And it only gets worse the harder they both stuff your holes.

You sob Caleb's name around his cock and it's dragged almost lovingly over his shaft. You brace your impact when he starts rutting past your lips.

Insatiable and desperate, without a care for the way you gag, on the verge of crumbling.

"Yesyes " He babbles , "Like that- yeah-god- I could live in your fucking throat-"

Caleb's got a dent in his jaw trying to keep his mouth tight, but the noises still press through.

You're squealing from Sylus playing around with your clit, fingers working your hole.

You only hope everyone is off to a frat tonight as Caleb gasps loud, wobbly like he's about to cry.

"Gonna cum-shit- 'm fuckin' cumming baby-shit"

Warmth explodes as you break with him, snaps in your belly with a crushing wave and your thighs collapse wider as you're capsized in it.

Euphoria blossoms wet, thick and strange on your tongue as you feel relief trickle out from below when sylus slides his fingers out.

"Did you squirt again pips?" Caleb pants, his hands on his face, wiping a grin, "Course you did—gonna start callin' you pipsquirt now."

He pats your head sweetly as you glare at him, his cock still hard in your mouth as you pull off.

"Tastes how I remember" Sylus says, reminiscently. He turns you over so you can see how the lower half of his face glistens. His eyes are no different. So bright they’d glow in the dark.

"Want some?” He offers with a slow growing smile, “Let’s trade.”

He calls it. An exchange when he takes your lips. The fingers he fucked you with getting in between when it’s not his tongue playing with the cum in your mouth.

“This is so..” You say, changing your mind mid sentence. Sylus raises a brow.

“Gross?” he guesses, reading the way you avoid his gaze,

Caleb sighs almost longingly. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

“What does that even mean..?” you ask, trying not to feel the way your heart flutters like feathered wings

“You really want to know?” Sylus offers,

Caleb slides off your bed like he knows what’s next. Sylus starts to strip, gradually revealing every inch of the tall sturdy muscle you’ve felt against your body so many times,

“Better to show you than to stand here and explain it."

An outfit well over a thousand dollars is strewn over your roommate’s bed, but you’re laser focused between sylus’s thighs to care.

The sheer size of him makes you squirm with both arousal and fear.

There’s some frustration too because everything about their behavior makes complete sense now.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Sylus inquires getting on your bed, his back on the wall where there would’ve been a headboard.

You can’t stop looking at it. The way his cock is heavy in his hand, a perfect match.

He splays his limbs over your tiny bed patient and hungry.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of it” Sylus teases like his hand slowly gliding up length “Come here kitten, I won’t bite this time.”

“What about a condom..?” You ask slowly

In the corner of your eye you see caleb look sideways, scratching his neck.

“We’ll pull out” Sylus assures you though you’re not entirely convinced,

He has you laying on him. Your back on his chest, his head at your shoulder. On display for caleb who’s at the center between your knees, staring at where sylus lays his meaty cock over your lower abdomen.

The heaviness of his cock is a warmth kissed on your pussy all the way to your belly button. You can almost feel it seeping through your skin.

“Too much?” Sylus questions innocent while his hands wickedly feel up your body.

“I-" you start to say, unsure of a real answer, “I don’t know.”

“Only one way to find out.” Caleb says, a hand tugging at his glistening cock

“Rub against me.” sylus instructs you softly, “Feel me first kitten.”

Your hips animated, they rise and fall to smear your folds against his cock.

Starts off hesitant, steadily growing hungrier.

You and sylus lazily sigh over the sound of your cunt slick with drool and cum leaving a mess on him.

A massive arm snakes under your tits and stays there hugging you close against his chest.

“You like that?” Sylus muses in your ear like he can’t wait to sell it to you, “I can feel your little hole twitching on me.”

You nod, your head knocking back after as you raise your hips higher. Mushroom tip lining up to press in, but his arm pulls you away from it.

“Not so fast kitten” He says with a tut, “But I like that you’re eager for me.”

You can’t help but whine pushing against his grip that insists you wait, “Please..” you turn your head to lay your sweet words in his ear.

"Please what?"

He asks just as delicate and dumb, looking into you with playful eyes.

“Fuck me..” you say as if you nuzzle it against his cheek, “please fuck me daddy”

First time you hear him growl and it melts into a dark laugh, one that you feel just like the way his cock throbs on you.

“You really know what you’re doing calling me that.” He says somewhat impressed

“She knows how to get what she wants—I respect it.” Caleb shakes his head the same, “Since you want it so bad pips, l’ll help you out.”

Caleb presses in the tip of sylus’s cock, does it for you slowly so that you can experience the way it slips in.

The way Sylus breeches past your tiny ring of resistance which alone hitches your breath.

A different kind of stretch.

A fullness that spreads inside, traveling quickly and far into foreign places, and still pushes for more inch by inch.

"too big-"you choke, "sylus-"

Sylus hisses with the way you clamp down on him, “breathe kitten you can handle it-there you go."

You lower down until he's all about vanished inside, wrapped snug in your walls where it feels as if he's poking up into your womb.

"Raise your legs" He whispers in your ear, guiding your knees to your chest before you can protest.

His hauls you higher, thighs apart, feet useless in the air, "open you up since you like to hide so much." He says like a deep purr.

You’re folded in half, hid arms iron clad strong, elbows locked behind your knees.

"Wanna let you in on a lil secret pips" Caleb spills, entranced by you stretched out on Sylus, "We have a toy at home too-a little pocket pussy I bought that l'm happy to know isn't completely inaccurate."

"That's s-so weird" You stutter, the revelation makes your lips scrunch and your pussy undeniably does the same thing. You tighten up with arousal as your face gets even warmer. Sylus laughs.

"It's the truth kitten" He assures you, "The past few nights-I've been using it like this."

And his hips sink and thrust upwards.

Quick and insisting that you take the last few inches you're missing out on so he can really feel what's left of you.

It knocks him far each time - too deep- past any point you ever touched. Digging in sensitive spots that zap your brain once he nudges it, dragging the weight of his cock.

"Just like this-every night- thinking about you" He breathes on your neck, biting hard enough to get you to cry out his name,"But that piece of plastic is nothing compared to the real thing."

You can feel his grin curl then a quiet groan, ""s not as tight right here -"

He fucks into you like he's making a home along your walls that clings to the shape of him.

"M..more"you exhale, completely out of it but you hear the two of them swoon.

"I like how greedy you are,” Sylus hums, his thrusts gradually so powerful his grip is the only reason you don't topple over, "How about that-hm?-is that better for you sweetie-?" he asks sickly sweet with every sharp thrust, "Is this what you need?"

your head bobbles. You're so trapped all you can do is hold on meekly and take the onslaught of his hips ruining your creaky bed.

Your vision of the ceiling tiles is fuzzy with raw pleasure, with tears creeping in because it's utterly insane how full you feel right now.

A sudden touch to your clit makes you suddenly choke, eyes blowing open and almost rolling.

Sylus bucks into the squeeze of your cunt when it's Caleb tracing your pearl softly. Not with a finger but close.

"Forgot all about this didn't you?" He goes, "See what happens when you let us help you pipsquirt? Don't need to rely on dumb little toys."

He says that as he rubs the length of your vibrator against you. Scoffs at the way it makes you flinch.

And yet he still flicks it on without a warning.

You scream with utter bliss- killing it halfway out of your mouth but the damage is already done.

"Wait wait-!" you plead, far past the limit you can take, "’m too loud -!"

"Actually I don’t think you're loud enough." Caleb chuckles like its matter of fact, "But your pussy is though-think it's getting even louder-what do you say Sylus?"

"Let me see.." Sylus says thoughtful to slowly to stroke himself tender and deep inside you, emphasizing the sound of your cum and his pre moving with him over the drone of your toy, "I agree-feels like she’s melting around me-I'm completely soaked."

The lowest buzz rolls slowly against your clit and you try to simmer the sounds falling out of your mouth, but it's almost impossible.

"Pleease-Caleb!" you whine, "n-no more!"

"Please caleb" He mocks you with a messy girl tone dripping in sweet poison, "Keep saying my name like that 'n I'll stuff your throat again."

All his words do is add fuel to the growing fire setting off in your belly.

Every thought in your brain is scrambled with colors, poor pussy nothing but a mess trying not to completely fall apart.

"Clenching so tight.." Sylus spits out, a gasp as he surges to bury inside you, "gonna cum already sweetie?"

"Yes-Y-Yes- Yess!" you chant with every thrust

"Oh.." He coos as if he's gently disappointed "So soon? Daddy's not even close yet."

Caleb and him laugh at that.

You don't even want to cum just yet but the vibrating pulse is pressed perfect on your sensitive bud. It's dragging you by your hair toward up the peak.

"That's alright, she's not tapping out any time soon" Caleb says, "Takes a lot to make her happy."

You shake your head quickly, the knot pulls as tight as it can go before snapping.

Body going rigid, mouth gaping as you cum.

You hear them ease you through it as you try writhing away the overstimulation of sylus fucking you through your climax,

"Stop that.." He warns lightly but it's more than enough to make you pause, "Stay still kitten-let me feel how you cum on my cock."

you go pliant in his arms again, shaking as your vibrator milks every drop of your orgasm. The friction of him much more slippery.

"Can't wait to fuck this leaky little cunt" Caleb breathes as if he waits for the gates of heaven to open up to him, "look how your messing up your vibrator and his cock..."

"I bet it’s quite the sight" sylus says and you miss the exchange of eyes, the way red finds purple.

The way caleb leans away for his phone. How he captures your eyes fluttering back in a few flicks. Your brain mush as it tries to comprehend the the desperation to break on sylus's cock again.

Sylus hold you so close as if you'll truly become one if he keeps you this stuck on his front.

"Too bad I can't fill you up kitten" He breathes ragged, "Your body is begging for it."

"T-then do it" you find yourself saying, find yourself squeezing and letting go for it as the slam of his skin on yours gets rougher.

Rational completely out of the window with his cock kissing your delicate spots over and over. It immediately makes sylus's body shake underneath you.

"But you were so worried about protection before" Caleb chuckles, "Oh well, you heard the girl Daddy-she wants her slutty pussy filled."

sylus huffs out a fleeting laugh, "do I indulge you kitten? Even though you're wasted on my cock?"

You nod like your head is coming loose, leaning all the way back into sylus as caleb shifts your vibrator just slightly, your belly collapsing as you feel yourself start to ascend yet again.

"'m so close -!" you falter out,

"me too-" sylus grits his teeth, "you first kitten-do it for me."

"Bet you're gonna squirt again" caleb groans like he's there with you on the edge, "squirt on it pips- yeah that it-"

"Fuck-" sylus curses deep in your ear with your name entangled as you feel a warm flood burst inside from him and you both.

A sudden rush that becomes slow and generous.

You can almost taste it on your tongue as sylus pushes his cum back in subtly. He releases your limbs and slowly pulls out before you snap at him.

But when his tip slides out with a wet pop it brings an emptiness that seeps out of you like his seed.

It makes you squirm, still wanting a more. just a little more.

Caleb turns your vibrator off.

"Do you get why we're so crazy about you now?" he questions, flipping you over.

Caleb has your front squished on sylus and there's an exchange of your toy.

Now in Sylus’s possession, he doesn't leave it against your clit. It comes to his lips instead, red stained with gooey off white.

He stares up at you with half crescent eyes blown out with veneration as he takes slow licks. It makes you tingle, immediately pressing your thighs together.

You feel Caleb above you like a shadow on your back, "Daddy fucked you stupid but you still want more” he says, “trying to rub it away with your thighs as if I'm not right here."

Stern hands takes the meat of your thighs from the back and you try to fight it but he forcibly pries them open with so much ease you gasp.

"So you wanna be a brat for me now?" Caleb muses acidic, "Is it ‘cause I played with your stupid little clit?"

The sharpness of his voice makes you look over your shoulder defiantly. Nothing but a pout as you stare at his stormy gaze through your lashes, then at silver dog tag which sways like it’s dangerous from his neck.

You see his throat bob as he swallows staring into your eyes, dipping to your lips.

"Say you want Caleb's cock in your needy pussy,”Caleb goes lowly, “Tell him how badly you need it inside you.”

Like some incentive, he guides his cock along your squished wet pussy, spreading your lips to kiss your sloppy hole. "Be good and look at me when you speak please."

Your eyes immediately lock into his. You're breath hitches when he presses in slightly. You try to push back, but his hand on your lower back pins you down.

You say with a a bit of attitude, "I want Caleb's cock in my needy-ah!"

Caleb immediately shoves his cock through your hole before you finish, sliding into the mess of you and sylus.

You take him to the base, balls deep kissing your clit, ass flushed on his pelvis.

"Fucking finally" Caleb groans before he's reeling back and pushing, his fat cock stretching you out with the same desperation, "my bad pipsqueak- can't wait anymore"

"t-tooo deep" you mewl

"No it's not" Caleb's voices comes out like drool as he grinds the heavy weight of his cock into you, "s not deep enough-notdeep-"

"He's been pent up for days kitten .." sylus murmurs, like an entertained apology, hushed like caleb's got some kind of medical condition that's causing him to fuck you like this.

You turn to sylus and he taps your vibrator against your lips. It's licked clean, wet from the traces of his tongue. Goes out of focus when he leans in, holding your cheeks with a kiss that's slow with a tongue that tastes like a twang,

"He made a twitter account the other day-" He whispers, pulling back

"Stop talking-"

You hear caleb's words cut in but it's futile.

Sylus keeps going, his thumb latched with a thick silver ring finds its way through your agreeable lips , "it already has so many bookmarks-"

"Shut the fuck up sylus-" Caleb growls

"So many girls getting pounded by a bigger man. And they all look like you, especially now. Down to the glossy eyes" Sylus finishes, smiling wickedly at you dumbfounded, and Caleb glaring behind your head,

"Y-yeah so what..?" Caleb replies lowly, " We airin' our dirty laundry now?"

Frustrated snaps of his hips make you crumble, pushes any remnants of sense out of your head.

Your face falls into sylus's chest and you feel his chin on your head and a hand pet your hair.

"By the way pipsqueak-he writes smut about you so don't think he's innocent," He accuses through tight teeth, "How did your poem go again.? When can I hope to bury the full weight of my soul-deep in your tight embrace?"

"And give you every drop of my love," Sylus finishes without an inch of shame, "Must've liked it a lot since you bothered to remember it."

"Yeah Shakespeare, I do", Caleb drawls as playful as the arm he snakes around your neck and pulls. Your head tilted back, throat at his mercy, " I wanna to bury every inch of my soul right here too-"

You can tell by the way he breeches you. His name barely crawls out of your mouth as he takes you like he wants to remember every inch of your puffy walls sucking him in.

The way he barely pulls out, punching your guts like a drum, humping your walls like a dog out of it.

"what do you think about that pipsqueak?" Caleb asks you, voice a pitch deeper, slurring "that sound good?"

You try to speak but you trip over your words. Moaning loud instead, caleb echoing as he undeniable feels you get even wetter, another layer on top of the mess you flutter around him trying to cling to the veiny shape of him.

"a-ah-mm-!" you babble and caleb sucks his teeth and the space between his thick hardened bicep and your tiny neck gets smaller as he curls his arm tighter. Toeing the line.

"Not what I asked silly girl" He murmurs against the side of your gaping mouth, "Should I stop and let you catch your breath?"

"Nuh-uh" You shake your head profusely or attempt to as pressure, sweet and thick builds up in your brain. You feel his smile.

"Don't..stop" you slur, the only two words your mouth can say, "Don'tstopdon'tstop-"

"That's better" he grips tighter. His arm hugging your neck, you're almost wheezing. The sight of sylus is blurry, meshing into the lights,

"For a soft looking guy you're pretty rough" Sylus observes like a low whisper, "But the view is enjoyable I'll admit."

"Completely fucked out" caleb bites, you feel their iron hot gaze on your euphoric face "so much better than porn."

"I agree" Sylus goes, "If you flunk out of school kitten we'd be happy to start your adult film career."

"Fuck-" caleb growls hips lagging for a moment, "Let them watch you get ruined by us, over and over again."

He pokes incessantly on your cervix like a reminder. Your body tries to run but if it's not caleb's chokehold it's sylus gripping your ass tight, spreading your cheek enough to pull on your pussy.

"c-caaleb-!"

"Yeahyeah i know" He says like a wave of a hand, "you're gonna cum again aren't you?"

"m cumming-l-leb -!"

"Oh fuck—"

You can feel his resolve start to crumble, drags deep in your stomach as you shatter around him. He shudders, load spilling deep to where you feel as if he’s left a piece of himself inside you. He pulls out but it's short lived as his hands grabs your sides, insisting you move.

"come on turn over turn over-not done with you yet" he says scattered, immediately burying himself inside you again like a mad man.

You don't remember falling asleep but when your eyes open you're in your bed. in different sheets as if someone made your bed, pajamas on your body as if someone took the time to clean you up.

To your side, light peeks through behind the window curtain instead of the night sky.

“Morning” the sound of Caleb's voice startles you,

Partially sitting up, you find Caleb perched on the edge of your desk. Sylus leaning back on the suicide chair. Phones in hand, they have a bag that wafts the scent of food.

Just the image of them alone brings you back to what appears to be last night's activities. Flashbacks hit you one after the other, like a forgotten dream.

"Why are you still here?" You say, not happy to hear your frayed voice

"I didn't know we were supposed to leave after you fell asleep" Sylus raising a brow with a subtle smirk, "That sounds pretty heartless considering the state you were in-"

"..Shut your face" You snap, only because he's partially right.

You didn’t know what to expect but you sure didn't think you'd be watching them make you a plate. Arranging food from different containers.

"After everything, you still think we hate you." Caleb says softly, hardly surprised. He approaches your bedside with meal that makes your stomach yowl as he sets it in front of you. Napkin on your lap, then the plate. He hands you utensils.

"I'm sore because of you.." You mutter, taking them, mouth on the verge of watering

"So am I from sleeping in your tiny bed" Sylus says, coming up from behind Caleb to offer you a cup of juice, a straw through the middle. You take a few sips before handing it back to him which he sets on your bedside table. Not before taking a sip himself.

"No regrets though right?" Caleb questions, less teasing. There's a familiar yet strange expression of his face, like doubt nagging him.

Avoiding his gaze you take a bite of food and shake your head. Despite the dull throb between your legs, there are no regrets even if you don't want to admit it.

Caleb pats your head, "Guess we're all on the same page."

"Does that mean you'll spend the night at ours this time?" Sylus pops the question leaning on your bed, against your legs, "It’s far less crowded."

if it's gege, then he must be right! so you let him inspect your body under the guise of a purely innocent examination. caleb was ecstatic, he'd already seen your body from the times he cleaned you up on days you felt lazy, had left lingering touches all over but never had the chance to touch you with such intention, with your doe eyes following his every move, your skin anticipating his every touch.

"pipsqueak, come on. it's time for the examination." caleb gently nudges you, trying to hide his excitement. you were sprawled on your bed, busy reading a book before bedtime. you had completely forgotten about the examination until caleb reminded you.

"oh..." you put down the book reluctantly, your actions a little hesitant. caleb sensed it. sitting beside you, he placed a hand on your exposed thigh. "what's the matter? you know this is important, right?"

you nodded slowly, eyes refusing to meet his. "you feel scared?" caleb asked you, you simply nodded again. sighing, he inched closer to you. "this won't hurt, if that's what you're worried about. you know i will never."

"i know, gege." you replied. you weren't scared of that, you were just shy of being exposed infront of your very attractive big brother. you know you weren't supposed to feel this way but he made your heart flutter too easily sometimes. like now, sitting a bit too close, leaning a bit more closer, his breath teasing the edges of your ear as he pulled you to him, trying to relax your nerves by pulling you into a hug.

"undress for me, pretty girl." caleb whispered into your ear. "let gege see your body."

moving slowly but surely, you stripped the layers off of yourself. caleb drank in every single exposure, pupils almost shaking as he saw the smooth expanse of your skin, the smallness of your body in comparison to his never failing to take his breath away. he might be a sinner, but if you were the temptation, he had no regrets.

reaching out to caress your shoulders, caleb ran his hands along your neck till your arms, feeling for anything unusual. your arms were crossed over your chest, thighs clenched together, trying to cover up. he held your hands up to his face, prying the crossed arms open, exposing your breasts to the room.

he kissed your fingertips. "such pretty hands." you flushed at the compliment, watching him bring your hand to his mouth. caleb bit your palm lightly, causing you to gasp. "pain receptors in the hands are fine." he kissed over the bite, licking the spot lightly while looking you in the eye.

"don't hide yourself from me." caleb maintains eye contact with you. "let me do my job easily, yeah? after this we can do something you like."

"...like watch a movie?" you asked.

"yeah, anything." he kissed the top of your head.

"okay." you replied, a bit more upbeat now. you relaxed your body, letting your limbs loose as he easily picked you up and situated you on his lap, your whole body on display for him.

"hmm." caleb hummed as he ran his hands along your sides, feeling the softness of your skin. you were so pure, unblemished, untouched, every part of you sculpted by the gods. his warm hands made you shiver as they reached your abdomen. you were a little ticklish there, so you jumped with a squeal when he splayed his hand on your tummy.

"tickles?" he looks to you for your reaction. you reply back with another yelp as he poked your waist. caleb almost smirks. "good. normal response here." hands travelling upwards, he enclosed your breasts in his large palms. soft, he sighs to himself. fingers sensing for any atypical growths, he pressed and kneaded the pudge of your bosom, skillfully checking the sides, the under, and closing in on your areola.

your breath gets heavier, skin prickling under his touch. his fingers grazed your nipples lightly and you jerked with the shock sent all over your body, pleasure shooting straight to your core. you grab his wrists, stopping any further movement on his part. "gege... feels weird!" you complain.

"weird?" caleb raised an eyebrow. "good, or bad?"

"i-i can't tell..." you bit your lip.

"that means i have to do it again." he pressed both his thumbs onto the flat of your nipples, rubbing the hardening buds till you're gasping and shaking. "it's important you feel good here. does it feel good?"

"wait— ah!" you can't help but arch your back away from his touch. "ah, ah! gege!"

"use your words. good or bad?" caleb asks again.

how could you, when you couldn't even understand the sensation. it made you want to cry and scream, yet it also made you want to laugh and dance at the same time. it didn't feel bad, no, gege's touch never felt bad.

"g-good!" you cry out.

"good." caleb echoes with a smile as his hands leave your breasts.

your hands reach up to your chest, replacing his touch with your own. you feel your nipples, intrigued by their stiffness. "gege, why are these so hard? is this normal?" you sound panicked. caleb can't believe how oblivious you were, his baby sister, knowing nothing about her own body and looking up to her big brother to teach her everything. big brother will definitely teach you everything!

"yes, pipsqueak. this is very normal." he pats your hair. "your breasts are here to help you make milk. your nipples, they get hard so it's easier for babies to drink milk from them."

"milk? babies? i'm gonna make babies?" your confusion only increases.

"no, not yet, pipsqueak. all in due time." caleb traced stray circles onto your tummy travelling upwards, his gaze fixated on your chest. "we've gotta make sure every function of your body is proper."

"this might feel funny, but it's important i check myself." caleb dips his head to latch onto your hardened nipple. you let out a squeal, the foreign sensation of his wet and soft tongue flicking the bud shot sparks of pleasure down your front. he took his sweet time sucking on the nip, biting and tugging with his teeth, using suction force to pull on them enough to have half your flesh in his mouth. his hands focused on massaging the outer areas, starting at your sides then pressing inwards, almost as if milking you.

"mmpf— so soft..." caleb groaned into your skin, mouth full with your breast. you felt the vibration of his voice on your nipple, now emerging as squeals of your own.

caleb hungrily sucked your tits, alternating between the two. your nips were quite swollen, to the point that they weren't hard anymore, and wouldn't become hard no matter how much he abused them with his teeth and tongue. you were a shaking mess in his embrace.

every little touch, bite, scrape on your tits made you feel headier than before. your tummy felt weird, no, not your tummy, something more... below. your hands braced themselves on his shoulders as you unknowingly grinded on his lap while letting out pathetic noises. you were scared, you couldn't stop your movements, it was as if you were being possessed!

"gege! wait!!" you pushed on his shoulders. caleb stopped, immediately looking at your face for signs of distress. "what happened? did it hurt, pips?" he cupped your cheek lovingly. you shake your head.

"no.. it didn't hurt, but it felt weird!" you grab his free hand and bring it to your lower belly. "it feels all tingly here... why!? gege, i'm scared! is there something wrong with me?" you start to tear up, all kinds of thoughts turning the unknown sensations into fearful monsters in your head.

"calm down, pipsqueak. it's all normal. you trust gege, right?" he waited for your response, satisfied with a simple nod from you. "good girl, everything is fine. buuut, gege will check just to make sure. okay?"

"...okay." you hesitated for a bit. "can you hug me first?"

caleb complied with your request, a large grin replacing the tense in his jaw. he pulled you to his sturdy chest, his warmth enveloping you as you exhaled in the comfort he granted you. looking down at your small frame, he couldn't help but feel giddy. you had no idea how happy you made him. every time he worried that he may hurt you or offend you, you keep proving him wrong. you were so good to him, beyond what he deserved.

your heart pounded loudly against your lungs, so loud you could feel it all over your body. with how closely you were slotted together with caleb, he could feel it too — in his chest that pressed against yours, in his hands that held you close to him. every moment had you redder in the face, realising that caleb could in fact feel you, and was holding in his laugh.

you smack him in the arm. "ow!" caleb faked hurt but he couldn't stop his boyish snicker. you glare at him, lifting your hand to hit him once again. "ah, wait! i'm sorry! were you embarrassed?"

"i couldn't help it, pips. you're just so cute." he ruffles your hair as you pout, a smile breaking through your lips with his praise.

"ready to continue?" he asks you. you nod and he gently lays you on the bed, his huge frame sliding down to settle between your legs. his hands hold either of your ankles, trailing along your legs to rest at the top of your thighs. his palms sink into the plush of your thighs as you gasped, his actions not helping with the tingles.

leaning down till his breath teased the skin on your stomach, he brought his fingers to the waistband of your panties, a light colored simple cotton one with tiny apples all over it — that he had personally picked for you.

"so, tell me. where did you say it felt weird? here?" his touch ghosts over your tummy.

you slowly shake your head. "no? should i go further down?" you nod, maybe a bit too eagerly. caleb's fingers trailed down, a feather touch over the clothed skin, skillfully navigating right onto your clit. you almost jump when he applies pressure, that was exactly the source of your tingles, how did he know?!

"this must be it." caleb patted his thumb over the bundle of nerves, causing you to happily yelp. "yuuup, isn't that right, pipsqueak?"

caleb circled your clit with his thumb, using his fingers to push the fabric of your panties into your folds, watching a wet patch form on them. "baby... you're wet down here."

"w-what..? gege, i swear i didn't pee myself!"

"i'll only know if i check myself. lift your hips."

caleb pulls your panties off your legs, pocketing them before you could notice. he spreads your legs against your weak resistance for whatever modesty you were trying to protect.

caleb's face is dangerously near your clit, mouth slightly agape as he practically salivates over having the little nub between his lips. his thumb rubs up and down your folds, dipping itself in your arousal. "it's so wet, princess. be honest, are you usually leaking?" you squirm as every word hits your clit before your ears.

"n-no! it's because of the tingles you gave me!" you cry out.

"oh? i gave you the tingles? then i must fix it." a finger breaches your hole, wiggling around inside you. caleb groaned at how tight you were, and why would you not be, you had remained untouched under his careful watch, all for his taking.

you let out little high-pitched moans as caleb swirled his finger inside you, feeling and stretching your walls. you feel something oncoming, a wave of pleasure threatening to drown you and you didn't know what to do. you tightly clench your thighs around his hand.

caleb gives you a disapproving look. "pipsqueak. be obedient. don't make gege force you." he warns, his other hand prying open your thighs once more. "tsk, silly girl. this is for your own good. now hold this position as gege checks your precious parts, okay?"

you have no choice but to obey. you didn't want to make caleb mad, he's always been nice to you and this is also a part of it... right?

caleb uses his arms to spread you wider, settling between your legs, his eyes directly on your pretty little cunt, observing how your tender opening fluttered around his girthy finger. you struggling to take even a finger was a sight he wanted to burn in his memories forever.

prodding carefully, he checked for your hymen, making sure it was intact. there would definitely be a day he'd gladly breach through that barrier to claim you completely, but not today, not till he had you prepared, till he had your pretty little mind fully under his control.

entranced by your juicy clit, his mouth watered for a taste. he hadn't planned it but his lips had a mind of their own as they latched onto the little bud, suckling on it, rolling it with his tongue. you twisted in his hold as his finger still worked on your hole, curving upwards to stroke your clit from the inside.

"ah, ah— gege, gege, gege!" you cried for him in midst of your haze, senses overstimulated by his assault on your pussy. he barely hummed a response on your skin, too engrossed in your taste, in the way your tiny body humped against his tongue desperately.

only when you started sobbing his name did he stop to take a look at you. "gege... gege.. please.." your eyes were squinted shut, possibly out of fear. "something's coming.. i-i'm about to pee!" you sobbed with urgency.

caleb's eyes flickered with thrill, his free hand finds itself on your lower tummy, pressing down right on your bladder. "ah!" you scream, hands instantly trying to fight his heavy one. "no! please, i'll pee!" you screamed, worried.

"shhh, it's alright, princess. just let it go, okay?" caleb encourages with a soothing tone, the finger stroking your insides speeding up, the pressure on your tummy becoming unbearable, your urge to release growing with every second.

caleb feels the rush of your release around his finger, your hole tightens and then all of a sudden, you're squirting all over his hand and face. he removed his finger to watch your muscles spasm as you squirt release after release, your hole now struggling with the sudden emptiness, a gaping void left as a reminder of his presence.

"that's it... that's my good girl." he praises you, eyes filled with infinite adoration. you're breathless, chest heaving to fill the lack of oxygen in your brain, feeling lightheaded being brought to your first orgasm with such intensity. you watch your release drip down his face, watch as he wipes himself off with his already wet hand, licking some of it off his palm, savouring your taste.

"gege... was that okay?" you were so innocent, his heart swelled at your words.

"yes, baby. that was perfect." caleb hummed in delight. "let me clean you up and then we're done, okay?" he was finished playing with your body, despite the glaring problem in his own. he could take care of it by himself for now, it was too early to trouble you for this.

his lips return to your quivering pussy, stealing a taste right from the source. his tongue licks you eagerly, lapping up your folds and replacing your arousal with his saliva. he doesn't tease your sensitive parts anymore, your clit was already pretty swollen, all you needed now was rest and lots of cuddles.

finished with his work, he picks you up and heads for the bath. you grab onto his neck as he princess carries you. "so, gege, is everything okay?" you ask concerned, you really didn't want to see the doctors at all. caleb laughs at your furrowed brows, soothing them down with his thumb.

"no need to worry, pipsqueak. you're as healthy as ever!"

“ I wanna know exactly what you were thinking when you sent that to me.” Huge hands that previously rested on your hips now travelling to your ass, holding the flesh tight through your skirt. Pressing you down onto his growing buulge that was highly visible in his orange jumpsuit

“Because to me, thats just not fair, teasing me with those fucking Polaroids, looking all pretty and shit when you come and see me.”

“Kuna…” your voice trailed off, unsure of what to say. No actual words flowing though your minds, only filthy thoughts of the man beneath you. Face flushing as he speaks. All you can do is try and focus on what hes saying to you, but that same feeling if need you had the other night is now crawling up your spine, soaking your little panties.

But Sukuna wasnt happy with that reaction, he wanted more from you. He wanted to get you as needy as you had made him that night.

The air in Sukuna’s cell is thick, charged, the tension palpable. His hands, lazily resting on your ass, don’t move—but his smirk? That deep, knowing smirk is a weapon in itself. He lounges against the cold wall like a king on his throne, utterly at ease.

And yet, it’s you who feels trapped.

Because his eyes, dark with amusement and something far more dangerous, trace the curve of your lips, the flutter of your lashes, the way your breath hitches every time he exhales against your skin. He’s enjoying this—enjoying you—and he hasn’t even touched you properly yet.

If you weren’t going to talk about the letter, he was just going to have to tease it out of you.

“So,” he purrs, tilting his head. “A little bird tells me you’ve been thinking about me.”

Your body tenses at his words, mind buzzing with so many thoughts, but you force yourself to answer him, doing your best to cling onto he little resolve you have left. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His chuckle is low, taunting. “Oh, don’t play coy now, sweetheart. Not after that filthy little letter you sent me.” His fingers flex against your thighs, not quite gripping, just there, a reminder of how easily he could control the situation if he wanted to. “What was it you said? You couldn’t stop thinking about me—” he drags the words out, watching your reaction closely, “—about my hands on you?”

Your stomach twists, heat rushing up your neck. “I—I didn’t—”

“Oh, you did.” His grin widens, razor-sharp. “You even described exactly what you wanted me to do to you.” His eyes darken as he leans in, voice dropping to a whisper. “Such a dirty little thing, putting it all in writing. You wanted me to read it and ache for you, is that it?”

Your nails dig into his shoulders as you try to push away, but his hands slide up to your waist, keeping you firmly in place. Not squeezing, not forcing, just holding—a warning.

He tilts his head, feigning concern. “Look at you. All flustered. You weren’t so shy when you were begging on paper.”

You suck in a sharp breath. “I wasn’t—”

“You were.” His lips are so close now, brushing against the shell of your ear as he murmurs, “Should I remind you exactly what you wrote? Word for word?”

You shake your head quickly, a rush of embarrassment flooding through you, but he just hums in amusement.

“Mm. No? Shame. It was my favorite bedtime story.” His tongue clicks, mock disappointment laced in his tone. Then, with deliberate slowness, he exhales against your neck, letting his breath ghost over your skin. “I wonder… if I touched you now, would I find you as eager as you claimed to be?”

Your breath stutters, thighs instinctively pressing together, pressing yourself onto the bulge beneath you. And that’s all the reaction he needs.

His smirk sharpens. “Ahh… There she is.”

And you realize—he’s not done playing with you yet. Not even close.

“Now what was it you said?…:His hips subtly shifting upwards into your, pressing himself deeper into you. Knowing it was driving you wild. Fake pondering as he recalled your writing “You wanted my fingers, because yours couldn’t stretch out that pretty little pussy like mine do.”

“I- um” your eyes flit about the room, struggling to stay locked on his, his predatory gaze watching your every move

“How badly you missed my cock, deep inside” One of his hands trailing around to press on your tummy gently, right where his cock would show when he fucked you.

The words dying in your throat as he gives you a Cheshire Cat like grin. You were fucked.

“Tell me girl, did I get that right?” His pearly white teeth flashing as he spoke, fully aware he already knew the answer.

A small nod was all you could muster. But that was enough for him.

Sukuna’s hands slide lower, skimming the hem of your skirt, and you feel the ghost of his touch against your thighs—light, teasing, deliberate. He hasn’t even moved to lift it yet, but you swear your breath is already hitching, anticipation coiling tight in your stomach.

“What’s this?” he murmurs, dragging the tips of his fingers along the fabric. “Wearing something so short to see me… were you hoping I’d take it off?”

Your lips part, but nothing comes out.

Sukuna chuckles darkly, his grip finally tightening, just enough to make you squirm. “Come on, sweetheart. You had all that confidence when you wrote to me. Tell me…” His fingers inch under the fabric, knuckles brushing against your bare skin. “Did you get wet thinking about me touching you like this?”

A sharp gasp escapes you as he pushes your skirt up, exposing more of your thighs. The cool air kisses your overheated skin, and you reflexively grab his wrist, a weak attempt at stopping him.

He laughs at the gesture—deep, rich, cruel.

“Oh? Now you want to act shy?” His other hand trails up your back, slow and possessive. “Should I stop?” His voice is a mockery of innocence, but the look in his eyes is pure hunger.

Your silence betrays you.

His smirk deepens. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

And then—so agonizingly slow—you feel him peel your skirt down, the fabric dragging over your thighs, your knees, your ankles until it’s gone, discarded on the floor.

Sukuna leans back against the wall, gaze devouring the sight of you. “Now, that’s better.” His hands settle on your now-bare thighs, fingers pressing just enough to make your breath catch. “You look much prettier like this, trembling in my lap.”

His lips curl as he watches you, his next words laced with dark amusement.

Sukuna hums, dragging his palms up your thighs, fingers pressing just enough to make your breath catch. He spreads his legs a little wider beneath you, making sure you feel the hard press of him beneath you, and fuck, you can’t stop the way your body tenses at the realization.

His smirk deepens. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” His fingers skim higher, brushing over your inner thigh—light, teasing, barely there. “You were so bold with those little Polaroids… don’t tell me you’re already getting shy?”

You bite your lip, trying to glare at him, but it only makes his smirk widen.

Sukuna leans in close, lips ghosting against your ear. “Tell me,” he murmurs, voice dropping into something dark and syrupy, “when you wrote that letter… were your fingers between your legs?”

A sharp inhale. Your whole body heats at the question, and the moment you hesitate, his hand slides up—fingers just grazing over the heat between your legs.

Your hips jolt instinctively, and he fucking laughs. You can feel your mind slowly slipping with each passing moment, struggling to keep composure

“Ohh, you were, weren’t you?” He clicks his tongue, amused. “You really laid in bed, all alone, spreading your legs and touching yourself while thinking about me?”

You should deny it. You should push away that smug grin of his, but the way his fingers press a little firmer against your clothed core makes any coherent thought vanish. Prickles of pleasure flow up your skin as you finally get the touch you had been missing.

He watches you struggle, loves how easily he’s unraveling you. “Didn’t even have me, and you still came all over your own fingers, huh?” His voice is so mocking, so cruelly sweet, and then—without warning—his fingers slip beneath the fabric of your underwear.

Your breath stutters.

Sukuna exhales a low tch the second he feels it. “Holy fuck.” His fingers slide through the slick heat of your needy cunt, languid, slow, as if testing just how drenched you are for him. His smirk sharpens. “You’re soaking.”

You bite back a whimper as he drags his fingers through your folds, spreading your wetness, moving in agonizingly slow strokes that make your thighs twitch. His free hand grips your waist, keeping you still in his lap

“Fuckin’ knew it,” he mutters, mostly to himself, the edge of a chuckle laced in his words. “Knew you’d be a mess for me.”

And then, just when your body starts to tense, when you need more, he pulls his hand away.

You make a noise of protest before you can stop yourself, and he grins. “Oh? You want more?” His slick fingers trace teasing circles against your inner thigh, refusing to give you what you so clearly need. “Then ask for it, sweetheart.”

Your pride fights against the growing, unbearable ache. You try to grind against his thigh instead, desperate for any kind of friction, but his hands are there, holding you in place.

“Ah, ah,” Sukuna tuts, dragging his tongue over his teeth. “You’re not getting shit until I hear you beg for it properly.”

His fingers stroke your thigh again—so fucking close, but still not enough.

You shudder, swallowing your pride. “Please.”

His smirk darkens. “Louder.”

You glare at him, breath shaky. “Please, Sukuna—”

And fuck, that’s all he needed.

He shoves his hand back between your legs, two fingers sliding inside you in one slow, deep stroke—so smooth, so effortless, your walls stretching around him as if your body was made to take him.

You choke on a gasp, clenching down around his fingers, and he groans against your ear. “Ohhh, there it is,” he mutters, voice thick with satisfaction. “That pretty little cunt was just waiting to be filled, huh?”

His fingers pump into you at a leisurely pace, dragging along every sensitive spot inside you, curling slightly with every deep stroke. Your head tips back, breathless, aching, because it’s still not enough.

Sukuna’s fingers work you open slowly, deliberately, making sure you feel every deep stroke, every lazy curl of his fingers against that spot inside you that makes your legs tremble. His other hand is firm on your waist, keeping you exactly where he wants you, making sure you don’t squirm away from his relentless teasing.

“Fuck,” he groans, watching the way your body reacts to him, the way your walls clench around his fingers every time he drags them out just to push them back in, deeper, rougher. “You’re so tight. Haven’t been properly fucked in a while, huh?”

You whimper, clutching at his shoulders, your thighs tensing around his hips. He smirks. “Poor baby,” he muses, voice dropping, “Makin me feel bad for not being there to fuck you properly”

He buries his fingers inside you to the knuckle, pressing against the soft, spongy spot deep inside you that has you gasping, nails digging into his skin.

“Ahh, there it is,” he laughs. “That’s the spot, huh?” His fingers curl again, harder, pulling a sharp cry from your lips. “Yeah. I can feel you squeezing me so fucking tight. You gonna cum for me already?”

Your head tips back, your body rocking forward instinctively, chasing every stroke of his fingers, aching for more. But Sukuna sees it, sees you getting desperate, and instead of giving you what you need, he slows down.

Your breath stutters, a frustrated whine spilling from your throat as he deliberately drags out every motion, keeping you right on the edge without letting you tip over.

Sukuna grins against your throat, teeth grazing your skin. “Tch. Look at you,” he murmurs, amused. “So fucking needy.”

He presses a kiss to your pulse, almost mockingly sweet. Then, with a slow, devastating thrust of his fingers, he curls them just right—just deep enough, just sharp enough—

And you break.

Your whole body tenses, pleasure ripping through you as your walls flutter around his fingers, your breath coming in broken, stuttering gasps as the tension inside you snaps. Your thighs shake against his hips, your nails scraping down his arms as you ride it out, grinding helplessly into his hand as he works you through it.

Sukuna groans, his free hand gripping your waist as you tremble against him. “That’s it,” he murmurs, drinking in the sight of you coming apart in his lap. “Fuck, you’re so pretty like this. So fucking messy.”

His fingers don’t stop until your body jerks from oversensitivity, and only then does he pull them out—slow, teasing, dragging it out just to watch you shudder.

Then he brings them to his lips.

You watch, dazed, as he licks the slick from his fingers, humming thoughtfully as he tastes you. His eyes darken, tongue dragging over the pad of his thumb as he smirks.

“Always miss your taste sweets.”

He tilts his head, gaze flickering over your wrecked expression. “Think you’re ready for my cock now?”=

Sukuna’s fingers leave you aching, your thighs still trembling from the aftershocks, but he doesn’t give you a moment to recover. No, he just smirks, eyes burning as he watches you struggle to catch your breath, utterly wrecked in his lap.

Then, with a sharp grip on your hips, he grinds up against you, letting you feel just how painfully hard he is beneath you.

You whimper, hips jerking forward instinctively, and Sukuna groans low in his throat, his fingers tightening against your skin. “Ohh, fuck,” he drawls, head tipping back for a second before his gaze snaps back to you, hungry, dark with something ravenous. “You feel that, sweetheart?”

You can barely think, let alone answer.

He chuckles, teeth flashing. “Of course you do. You’re already rocking against it, huh?” His hands guide your hips, forcing you to grind against his length, the thick heat of it pressing between your slick folds. “Tch. So fucking desperate.”

Your breath shatters as he moves your hips again, forcing more friction against your already aching clit, and the sensation sends lightning through your veins.

“You gonna let me fuck you now?” Sukuna mutters against your ear, voice thick with amusement, but fucking starving at the same time. “You got me so hard, you better be ready to take it.”

He shifts beneath you, one hand reaching down to free himself, and when you feel the hot, heavy weight of his cock slap against your slick folds—thick, unrelenting, already leaking at the tip—your whole body shudders.

Sukuna smirks. “Ohh, I know you’re wet enough for it, but—” He grips his cock, dragging the head through your soaked folds, coating himself in your slick but not pushing in. “—I wanna hear you beg for it first.”

You whimper, grinding down against the head of his cock, desperate, but he just laughs.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Be a good girl and tell me how bad you want it.” He presses his tip just against your entrance, teasing, mocking, but refuses to give you more. “Or else I’ll make you sit here and fucking wait for it.”

His free hand tightens in your hair, yanking your head back slightly, his mouth grazing your throat.

“You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

His cock nudges at your entrance again, but still—still—he doesn’t push in.

And with the way your body is aching, the way his fingers are digging into your hips, the way his breath is so fucking heavy against your skin—

You know.

He’s going to make you beg for it.

And he won’t stop until you’re screaming his name

But you can’t help it—your body is on fire, still desperate for him, and every breath feels like it’s drawing you closer to the edge again. Sukuna leans back, his smirk never fading as he watches you struggling to even form a coherent sentence at this point

“Missed your cock so bad Kuna~” you whine out pathetically, hoping he would show you mercy and give you exactly what you had been craving

Sukuna chuckles, low and dark. “You really thought I’d let you get off that easy? Tch, you’re adorable.” His hand snakes around to your back, fingers digging into the soft skin there, and he pulls you closer—pressing your body flush against his. The heat of his skin, the weight of him, it drives you wild all over again.

His lips brush against your ear, his voice a gravelly whisper. “You’re going to take every inch of me, aren’t you?” His words send a shiver down your spine. “All that teasing? I’ve been waiting for you to beg for me. You wanted me, now you’re going to take it.”

With a sudden, fluid motion, he grips your thighs, pushing you higher up his lap. You feel the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing, just barely brushing you. His smirk is cruel as he watches your face flush with the need. “Go on, sweetheart. Show me how much you want me.”

You don’t need him to say it twice. With a sharp, needy gasp, you push down onto him, feeling his length stretch you, fill you as you sink down slowly, painfully, inch by inch. The stretch is almost too much, but the ache is exactly what you’ve been craving.

Sukuna’s eyes close for a moment, his lips parting in a low groan as he feels you grip him. “Fuck, that’s it. Such a tight little cunt. So fucking perfect for me.”

You rock your hips, hands gripping his shoulders for support as you start to move, his body perfectly aligned beneath you. Each thrust you make is slow, deliberate, a mix of pleasure and need, the way his hands dig into your skin, urging you on. His grip tightens with every movement, guiding you, making you feel every inch of him as he shifts beneath you.

But he doesn’t let you forget he’s still in control. “You’re so fucking desperate,” he mutters, voice thick with lust. “Cumming on my fingers like that, and now you can’t even think straight. Pathetic.”

Your body shudders with each word, the way his cock fills you deep, pushing you to the edge of insanity. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time. You push harder, riding him, needing more, needing everything.

Sukuna’s hand finds your throat, squeezing lightly, not enough to choke you, but enough to make your breath catch in your throat as he pulls you forward. “Come on. You’re close, aren’t you?” His voice is low, commanding. “Beg for it. Tell me how much you need it.”

“P-Please! Kuna, need it so bad”

The way Sukuna’s hands grip your hips, guiding your movements as he watches you unravel, it feels like he’s claiming every inch of you—every piece of your will, your dignity, your ability to think straight. He’s controlling the rhythm now, forcing you to take him deep, making you feel every inch of him. His eyes are intense, burning with something darker than lust—something deeper, something possessive.

“Look at you,” Sukuna growls, his chest rising with every breath. “I’ve waited so long for this. You… you make me wait, tease me, and now you’re finally giving in. Isn’t that right?”

You can barely form a coherent thought, your mind spinning, body on fire, each movement more desperate than the last. But Sukuna doesn’t care. He’s not slowing down. He’s chasing his own pleasure now, pushing you harder, deeper, rougher, making you feel every inch of his cock, every thrust.

“You like that, huh?” Sukuna snarls, pulling your body flush against his, his teeth grazing your neck as he watches you struggle to keep up. “You love to tease me while im locked up in here”

His words only seem to make it worse, your body clenching around him with the reminder of what started all this. He remembers, and now you’re paying for it.

“I’ve missed you,” he admits, almost as though he’s surprised by it himself. His voice drops low, and for the briefest moment, there’s a sincerity to his tone that almost makes you forget he’s the King of Curses. “Missed how you taste. How you feel. How good you are to me. How you stayed with me”

He doesn’t give you time to process the weight of his words. Instead, he slams into you harder, faster, your body shaking with each thrust. He’s relentless—determined to take every ounce of control, making sure you’re his.

Your body is a mess of sensation, the pressure building, rising higher and higher with every thrust, every growl of his voice. The way his hands are gripping your body—like he’s scared you’ll slip away, like he’s afraid of losing you all over again—pushes you to the edge.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispers against your ear, his voice thick with lust. “Tight. Perfect.” His grip tightens, and you feel him hit even deeper, the force of it pushing you toward the brink.

You can barely think now, only feeling—only craving the release that’s so close but seems just out of reach. His words—his confession of missing you, his twisted affection—sends something raw through you, unraveling every last shred of control you had left.

And then, without warning, he shifts his grip, pulling you harder down onto him, and that’s all it takes. The pressure inside you snaps. The orgasm rips through you in waves, overwhelming your senses, and you let out a ragged cry as you come apart in his lap. Your body shudders, spasms of pleasure wracking you as he holds you steady, refusing to let you go, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

Sukuna doesn’t stop, though—his thrusts become more frantic, chasing his own release, but he doesn’t let go of you for even a second. His fingers dig into your skin, pulling you closer to him as he moves faster, his voice rougher now.

“Fuck,” he groans, his movements becoming more erratic. “You’re so fucking perfect. Cumming on my cock like the perfect girl you are”

And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he’s there, spilling inside you, his body shuddering as he grinds against you, his breath hot against your skin. For a moment, he just holds you, both of you tangled up in the aftermath, trying to catch your breath.

His hand slides to your back, holding you close. “I’m not letting you go,” he mutters, almost like a promise—or a warning.

In truth, he suggests the position for far more selfish reasons. Reasons that make themself apparent as soon as you finish swiping his swollen tip through the wetness of your folds. He suggested it for this view. You, sinking onto his shaft, forcing yourself lower while whimpering. He could see it all over your face in the way your brows were furrowed and your nose scrunched. The stretch of him inside you stung, but you wanted more of that painful pleasure.

He watches with lust blown pupils as you lower atop his thighs. Your cunt swallows each inch of his cock one by one, the walls squeezing around him a blissful massage. He can feel your slick leaking from you, dribbling down to his sack.

"Toji. It-" you start, cut off by your own whimper. God, your eyes were already brimming with tears. He has to restrain himself from blowing his load in that moment. "I can't move. It's too much."

The scarred side of his lips curves upward into a smirk. "Too much? But your pussy's takin' it so well, princess," he croons.

His hands find your hips, fingers wrapping around your waist and thumbs petting your skin in small strokes. He keeps you steady as you adjust to the thick length filling you up.

"It's too big. Can't do it," you pout, a droplet of water falling from your eye. Your lip wobbles and his dick throbs inside you.

"Yes, you can. Do you need some help?" he asks, gently mocking you.

You're quick to nod, no shame behind your agreement. Those hands on your midriff grip tighter and tenderly lift you up. And then they drop you back down.

He goes so slow, but from the sounds you're making, you'd think he was jackhammering up into you. You choke out moans and mewls while your fingers dig into the spheres of his shoulders, leaving little crescent indentations on the smooth surface of his skin.

"That's right, baby. Hold on tight. Daddy's gotcha," he grunts.

You were so fucking wet. Gushing down his length, marking the sheets beneath him with a darkened splotch of arousal. He keeps bouncing you in a steady rhythm. Your head had fallen back, leaving your throat exposed to him.

He takes the opportunity presented with no real hesitation. His mouth latches onto your neck and kisses the skin, licking at the warmth and nipping love bites onto the flesh. While he's doing this, the frequency of the lewd noises between your legs increase in frequency. You're starting to bounce yourself too now.

More whimpers fall from your lips in between hiccuped sobs. He watches in awe. This is why he wanted you to ride. He could be involved and control things when needed, but he could also watch you fuck yourself dumb.

You keep rising and falling, bouncing up and down on his lap. Tears pour from your eyes as if they're coming from an endless reservoir.

"Atta girl," he murmurs, his hands sliding up to your breasts. He pinches and tweaks your nipples, savoring the extra whines it brings out of you. He watches the little buds perk up, almost calling out to his mouth to engulf them.

"Am I- 'm I doin' good?" you whimper, pulling his attention upwards.

"Mhm, doing great. You keep bouncing on daddy's lap. We gotta break in that cute little cunt, yeah?" he says. Not that you notice it, but he grins. Of course you wanted his approval. Just like when you'd take him to the mall with you and come out of the fitting room in a new skirt to show off, you wanted to know that he thought you were doing something right.

You nod, your eyes bleary from tears and the mental fog you were fucking yourself into. His palms fall down to your hips again to aid your movements when needed. One of them slides to your center though to give your clit a few little rubs. The bundle of nerves was aching for his touch. He could tell because when he touched it, your face practically went lax the way you melted from the fiery pleasure in your core.

"F-fuck," you stutter. Your waterline overflows with tears while your eyes droop from your proximity to release.

He chuckles and guides your body close to his. Your hips still try to maneuver up and down, but he knows he has to take over now. Your face slots into the crook of his neck, and he leans back, tilting your body upwards into a position that he can thrust in.

"Such a good girl. You did such a good job for your first time riding," he coos. His cock starts sliding in and out of your hole. You're soaked, so there's no resistance. Just his skin on yours, his fat balls swinging with each pump of his hips.

"Thank you," you whine.

"Let me finish it out, baby. It's too hard for a pretty thing like you. Y'got nothing in that little head of yours right now, just hot air between those ears, hm?" he asks.

You nod lazily and hum, a low and pleasured pitch vibrating from your throat.

"Thought so? We'll get you going longer eventually. Gonna have this pussy trained to take me however I need," he grunts.

He keeps fucking into you. His heels dig into the ground for leverage so he can rock up and down, smack his hips against yours. The pace is fast but deliberate. Each stroke strikes a pleasure spot and knocks you closer to the edge. Every swivel of his hips caresses a vein on his shaft and brings him nearer to shooting his hot, sticky cum inside you.

He can feel your body getting taut with the need to explode, so he starts hammering faster. It cracks whatever resolve you had left and brings full-fledged cries from you. Tepid tears trail down your cheeks and throat and pool against the column of his throat. It drives him wild.

He fucks you over the edge, not stopping at all when you squeal out 'daddy' for him. His eyes roll back because your cunt gets impossibly tighter. It feels like you want to milk him, want to squeeze every last drop of release from him. Lucky for you, he's willing to give you all that he can.

His hips sputter as they dart up, instinctively seeking the warm embrace of your pussy to unload into. His motions get messy now; some cum is fired into your center while some smears and leaks to the outside from the erratic nature of his thrusts.

You both pant when the afterglow washes over you like sun through a beautiful stained glass window. Your body melts on top of his. It feels like you're one and not just because his cock is softening inside of you. Your cries quiet to sniffles and tears stop flowing. He holds you tight and rubs your back.

husband!sukuna who grins at the sight of his leather jacket draped over your shoulders like a dress when you tell him you’re cold. he thinks it’s the cutest sight on earth, but more than anything he wants to see his jacket on you with nothing underneath so he can slide it off your bare shoulders.

husband!sukuna who loves to hold your chin and feel your saliva drip down his fingers with his cock filling your mouth. he loves the way you look up at him like his perfectly obedient princess.

husband!sukuna who can’t get enough of your strangled moans with his fingers carefully compressing your neck. he did research into how to properly choke you to make sure he doesn’t hurt his sweet wife.

husband!sukuna who loves to watch his cum dripping from your folds, using his fingers to stuff you full. he can’t get enough of the sight of you sucking on his fingers afterwards with a lustful look that has him instantly ready for another round.

husband!sukuna who becomes very chatty during sex, spewing the dirtiest degrading words you’ve ever heard, only to flip on a dime when you’re both blissed out of your minds. his tone will change from a low growl to a sultry hum as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

husband!sukuna who spouts the nastiest things in your ear just to see the way you fluster beneath him, unable to hide with him in such close proximity.

husband!sukuna who leaves purpled marks across your entire body, loving the way they paint your skin, but most of all he loves to bite. he just can’t help himself from softly biting the plump skin of your ass or digging his teeth into your shoulder to leave behind a mark.

husband!sukuna who knows his tongue piercing affects you in ways you won’t admit. he loves to run it over your nipple or through your slick entrance just to see the way you squirm and your toes curl at the delightful contrast of cool metal to his warm tongue.

husband!sukuna who loves to hold your hands over your head while he fucks you relentlessly. he loves the look of his darling wife restrained at his mercy with nothing but pleasure swirling in your eyes.

husband!sukuna who feels as though his skin is on fire when you suggest that he can, in fact, tie you up. he does surprisingly extensive research to make sure he doesn’t hurt you and gets the most high-end red ropes he can. the sight of your wrists bound to the headboard sends him into a frenzy as he worships every part of your body.

husband!sukuna who will live between your thighs if you ask him. he loves to please you and watch your jaw slack with pleasure, he loves the way your eyes roll back, and he loves your moans and whimpers. his favorite sound on earth is when you moan his name.

husband!sukuna who loves the way your hips buck and jolt when his fingers find your g-spot. holding you down and feeling the way your legs tremble and your body melts into him when you reach your climax is like a drug to him.

husband!sukuna who’s the king of aftercare. he knows he’s rough on your body and although he knows you love it and he established a safe word, he’ll pamper you for as long as you need afterwards. he knows exactly how you like your baths and he’ll get in behind you and clean you while he sensually kisses your nape.

husband!sukuna who drapes you over him like a blanket and loves the way your curves seem to conform to the toned musculature of his body. He won’t let you go for a second even while he sleeps either, because he can’t bear to be apart from you and he loves his wife more than life itself.

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