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#bringbackvalko ⠀•⠀ Reblogs appreciated ! ──⠀ cw. fluff !! cute stuff :> no prns / body used for reader. Valko refers to you as his mate. He's also soo in love with you omg <3

no title bc I’ll be real I couldn’t think of one lol

 ⠀⠀ Swathed in the soft, dark sheets of his bed, Valko has a hard time keeping his hands off of you. He's always been a touchy-feely, tactile guy. He aches to touch, to run his fingers over your skin— to fit his hands where they had been last night, gripping tight and keeping you close.

 ⠀⠀ Do you know how beautiful you look, swallowed by his soft sweater and wearing his marks on your neck?

 ⠀⠀ The rising sun can barely get into his bedroom, the curtains shut tight to afford you as much rest as you'd like. But the small slivers of golden light that peek through are just enough to dance on your skin— to remind him how you felt under the palm of his hand.

 ⠀⠀ If he could will it, he'd be curled up around you in those same sheets, his body your personal weighted blanket. But EonCore calls, and there's a meeting that he cannot skip out on, as much as he'd like to.

 ⠀⠀ Valko can't help the slight pout as he gets ready to go— he knows how you'd tease him for it, calling him clingy and all sorts of other things (all true). Thinking about it too much is too tempting and makes him want to be a little selfish and wake you before he goes, just so he can hear you laugh.

pervertedroommate!caleb would like to hide in your closet so that he can get to watch you be your most vulnerable when you think no one’s home. but his favorite thing to experience is watching the moment you throw your blankets off your body, slide your panties down to your ankles, and slip a hand in between your legs while watching whatever dirty video that prompted such actions. you get so loud and sound so needy when you genuinely believe no one is around to hear or see you be so filthy. and of course, he can’t just sit there without doing something to alleviate the throbbing ache in his pants that you caused just by breathing. so he’d lower his sweatpants quietly at the same time that spread yourself open and stroke his cock as quietly as he can as you rub your clit at such an agonizingly slow pace.

he’d imagine himself adding to your mess, smearing his sticky precum with your slick before gathering it all with the flushed tip and sliding inside of you as he watches your pussy stretch to accommodate him. he’d imagine the way you’d tense up when he stuffs you full of his cum and how much of it would leak and seep through your sheets. he’d even imagine bending you over and making you bury your face in that same spot so you could taste it while he’s fucking you stupid and making you promise that his cock is the only one you’ll ever need.

but because caleb’s a such a coward and can’t bring himself to tell you how much he wants you, he’s content—for now—with being a pathetic creep that watches your every move without your knowledge or permission. it doesn’t hurt if you don’t know, right?

and when you finally finish, body becoming limp from the intense orgasm you pulled from yourself, he uses a fresh pair of panties that you have folded up on one of your shelves to catch his load with a hand braced firmly over his mouth to suppress his whimpering so that you’ll never know he was there. naturally he preferred a used pair, but beggars can’t be choosers.

he’d only leave the room once you finally fall asleep and takes those same panties that he’s ruined along with the pair you discarded not too long ago with the intent to continue his indulgence in his own bedroom.

he really hopes you won’t notice their absence, but he doesn’t mind if you do. he’ll be returning them to you with the rest in the next fresh load of laundry when he believes he’s gotten his fair use anyways.

i'm thinking about an experimental caleb who jerks off to porn and thinks of you.

yes, porn.

when far away he couldn't help himself, his flushed cock would beg for release as he'd jerk himself off over and over again, watching some blurry homemade video online, vividly imagining the couple as you and him. god he couldn't help it.

caleb knew it was a bad habit, he knew it wasn't real and just a fantasy, but he couldn't help but want to put you on your back, to have you ride him or jerk him off with his hands bound.

god you were so close but so far, he could imagine it, him guiding you into new positions, your eyes big and wide, following along with what he said, the thought of it making his cock twitch in his waiting hand, pre dribbling down the side of his cock, pooling on his lower stomach.

he brings his phone back into view, his eyes fluttering as he tries to focus on the video, his lips letting small whines and groans of your name slip out as he speeds up. he grips his cock, bucking into his hand as he imagines it's you. your cute manicured hands jerking him off, mocking and teasing him as you watch his face flushed and needy as he tries to prolong his orgasm. he'd do anything you asked, as long as you'd touch him.

he'd be your good boy.

he props his phone up again beside him, resting it on his bedside table as he folds his spare pillow in half, lowering it against his cock as he pistons into it the curve of it. beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, his moans overtaking the explicit sounds seeping out of his phone. he groans out your name, his breath hitching and deepening with each thrust as he chases his orgasm. his mouth parted, biting onto the necklace you got him, as he whined every inch and corner of his mind filled to the brim with you.

"puh-please..please baby, lemme cum, please, fuck–"

his head would press down against his pillow, hard, drool escaping his mouth as he nears his peak, his eyes squeezed shut, one hand gripping onto his thick cock, the other gripping onto the sheets as he bucked his hips faster and faster into the pillow.

He lets out a strained whine, curses escaping his lips as he imagines the pillow as you. your tight cunt squeezing him as he'd thrust into you. he groaned at the ideas that followed afterwards.

would you kiss him?

would you talk him through it?

would you want him to worship you?

godddd he needed you so badly.

he let out a final "fuck" his eyes seeing white before cumming into his pillow, his cum slowly dripping out of it, smearing onto his pelvis. he panted, hair stuck to his forehead as he tried to regain his breath. he grabbed a fistful of tissues, wiping his cum off his stomach as he threw his head back, his cock twitching.

caleb leaned up to pause the video, throwing the tissues in the bin beside his bed. he moved his spare hand up, running it through his hair before flopping back into bed. he looked back at the video, looking at the video length.

he came at 15 minutes, with 45 minutes left to spare.

TW. making out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can you really call Caleb your best friend after losing your virginity to his loathsome twin brother at a frat party?

The answer gets muddied with each harsh thrust Perses delivers into your slick cunt. One hand pushing your knee to your chest and the other groping a handful of your tits.

Does he care that you're his geek brother's best friend or a virgin? Probably not. To him, you're just a tight pussy he gets to drunkenly fill tonight. So he's not in the business of being gentle or sweet, but it's not like you have any complaints if the sounds of your moans are anything to go by.

Your voice has been his favorite jerk-off material for years

Through the thin walls between your bedrooms back home, through the echo of late-night calls when he was in the DAA, even through those stupid voice messages you’d send him just saying goodnight after you reunited

No wonder… one little string of those pretty sounds… that needy melody of “ah-ah-ah—ahh—aaah—”s~… the way your bum jiggles so nicely to the rythm. Caleb’s fighting so fucking hard not to spill. Sometimes he just wants to last a lil bit longer the first round, y’know?

So he quickly wedges the earbuds in when you’re not looking, bites back a groan, and keeps pounding you stupid. He only buys himself a couple extra minutes before he’s burying himself to the hilt, filling you up

One earbud slips out and lands with a soft thud right in the fabric folds between your knuckles. You glance back at him and he hides his burning face against your spine.

“ahh hh— sorry… fuck, please don’t look at me like that~ your moans are so fuckin’ unfair a-aahhhh— gimme a minute… I can go again, I swear—”

He slides a fingers past your lips and presses down on your tongue, breath hot against your ear “…maybe… I’ll just fill that pretty mouth instead. Problem solved, right?”

“ soooo… heard ya got a date today.” truthfully, you should’ve known caleb was beyond fuming when he suddenly brought up your plans that you didn’t even mention to him, mind you. but being optimistic, you brushed past it.

i mean, you and caleb are only friends… with benefits. it’s been over a year since you’ve been banging the tall nerd who sits next to you in your biology classes, wearing glasses that fit his features oh so well, while flaunting his airplane themed book bag and keychains, including matching boxers. your relationship hadn’t progressed like those relationships in soap dramas that you’ve seen on tv. not a scene where you both confess to each other about your mutual feelings under the raining sky.

so, there’s nothing wrong with accepting a future date with the coffee shop employee that you visit almost daily, right?

wrong.

“ f-fuck! how did you even find out?” you grumble from beneath him, body situated at the edge of the bed as your legs are sprawled wide to accommodate his hips, driving himself deep into your weeping cunt with reckless abandon. you are still wearing the outfit you had planned earlier, your pants bunched down to the back of your knees while your shirt is shoved above your bouncing boobs— you barely got to apply your eyeliner when he unceremoniously burst through your door and made himself home in your dripping pussy.

“ not that it matters, but i saw your insta story. rookie mistake, don’t’cha think?” he grunts through gritted teeth. if you weren’t close to caleb, you would think that he’s unbothered, based on his tone and words. but now you’ve spent the year with him, fucking around and not; you know that he really is pissed. the brutal pace that he sets and the fact that he brought up the topic while balls deep inside of you are easy warning signs. “ not to… yuck your yum, or whatnot, but really? a coffee shop employee? you couldn’t do any better, girl?”

you could laugh at the bitterness in his tone. truly, if you weren’t getting fucked into the mattress, you would’ve.

“ can you really judge anyone while wearing pokémon boxers?” you bite back, which turns into a shuddering whimper as the curious rounded tip of his cock thrusts into your sweet spot, with full speed and velocity. his fingertips press down on your waist, grip bordering on bruising and painfully while his kiss-plumped lips focus on painting marks that scream his name, marks that will let anyone know that you are unspokenly his. “ caaaaleb, jus’ like that! s-so good.”

“ h-hah, only you can moan my name so sweetly while getting ready to entertain another man,” he murmurs against your warm skin. the thrusts that he delivers to your willing body have your toes curling, eyes rolling, and mouth watering as he abuses your sensitive cervix, which creates a creamy white ring combined with your shared arousal. “ does he know that his innocent date is currently creaming and crying on my dick? while singing praises ‘bout how i fuck her so good, what a heartbreaker…”

distantly, amidst the noises of grunts and the bed creaking, your phone rings to life with the alarm you set to time yourself brightening the screen.

“ caleb… ‘m gonna be late.”

“ girl… you're still worried about him.” contradicting your earlier words, your worries are soon forgotten as he positions your bound knees to your chest to explore your quivering heat even deeper. your back arches off the soft bed, nails digging into the wrinkled sheets for purchase you cannot regain as he fucks into you crazy style. “ guess i have to speed up the process, so you can go bat your eyes at your boy toy.”

the air you share with him is charged, filling the pending silence with gasps, praises of lust and hidden hurt. caleb’s hips grow frenzied; the velocity knocks all air from your lungs as he ignores everything around him to bring his release faster. you hear him cum before you feel it— sounds stupid, but it’s true. his breath hitches in his throat, purple eyes squeezing shut as he dumps his heavy cum into your fluttering walls.

he doesn’t pull out, not until you’re stuffed and most of his fluid hits the dorm floor, his unspoken payback for whenever you come back tonight.

then… he pulls out. his softened cock unplugs itself from your worn body as he fixes his attire, before sliding your shirt down to cover your chest and your pants up to cover your lower half.

“ wha… caleb! where are you going? i didn’t get to cum yet!”

In case my other set gets slapped with a warning.

Like just imagine he's the quiet kid in the back of your lecture halls, the same one you always see at the coffee shop you frequent before and after. Black beans tugged over ashy blonde hair, black metal hoops clinging to his lips as he chews on them absentmindedly.

It should be comical how much he fits the stereotype. The only thing he's missing is dark brooding eyes. Instead, you're struck by the most piercing blue you've ever laid eyes on when he finally dares to hold your gaze. You half expect him to be awkward, to blush as you approach, maybe stutter when he speaks Instead, he smirks.