harleyy

Arber Xhekaj

smut, pure filth, established relationship, pet names, interrupting him mid game, dom!arber, blowjob, dirty talk, praise kink, more.

You started to notice something different about your boyfriend these past few weeks. He was almost always glued to his phone, fingers tapping the screen, soft groans and scoffs leaving his lips every now and then.

Curious, you peeked over his shoulder one night as you two got in bed, only to find him... playing a match-3 puzzle game?

Arber seemed hooked. Opening up the game almost every time he had his phone in his hand, playing like his life depended on it.

He hadn’t paid much attention to you all day because of his game, so you decided to distract him from it—in a way you knew would drive him crazy.

"Arber," you whined softly. "I’m bored."

"Hold on, babe... I’m in the middle of a level now... Gimme a second." He muttered, eyes still glued to his phone screen. "I have to get 99 tulips."

You rolled your eyes at his dismissive tone, but he didn’t catch it because- well, because he was still playing that damned game, of course.

Instead of waiting like he indirectly told you to, you began to caress his thighs, nails grazing lightly, just enough to have his muscles tense.

Arber didn’t say anything at first, simply playing his game and sitting there on the couch, legs spread wide.

He pretended not to notice your hand slowly making its way up. But that was until your hand went a little too far up, now dangerously close to his crotch.

His breath caught in his throat when your palm pressed lightly against his dick through his jeans, making it twitch against your hand.

Arber finally looked up from his phone. "What are you doing?"

You just smiled, lips twitching as you tried not to let them curl up more, trying to keep the dumb, innocent act.

"What do you mean baby?" You batted your lashes, laughter bubbling in your chest.

"This," he held your wrist, momentarily stopping your movements. "What are you tryna do?"

The way he was looking at you—pupils blown wide, lips slightly parted, a flush creeping up his neck—had your thighs clenching together.

"I just thought—since you weren’t giving me attention—I’ll just get it myself." You explained, obviously teasing him.

But Arber wasn’t having any of it.

"You could have just waited, but no, you decided to get me all worked up." He chuckled, the sound too devoid of mirth to be one of amusement.

"You want my attention?" He asked, turning off his phone and tossing it somewhere on the couch. "Fine. I’ll give it to you."

Before you could make any more teasing remarks, Arber was already pulling down his boxers, having unzipped his jeans already—who knows when.

His hefty length sprung free, bobbing subtly, already looking like it was going to burst, and the veins running along his shaft pulsed and throbbed.

Your suppressed laughter died down abruptly, a gasp escaping you instead. The sight of his length, so perfect and mouth-watering, made you swallow hard.

Arber tugged on your wrist again, his voice low and husky when he spoke.

"C’mon, put those pretty lips on this big dick. I wanna see you choke on it—bet you’d look so pretty."

You didn’t even need to hear more to get on your knees between his spread legs, looking up at him with those doe eyes he loved.

He reached out and caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers, before putting his hand on top of your head, his other hand wrapped snugly around the base of his cock.

"Open up, ma."

You let him guide your head to his lap, your own hands resting on his thighs.

When you got close enough to his length, the musky scent—that was uniquely him—filled your nostrils, making your pussy throb and leak.

Obediently, you wrapped your lips around his tip, looking up at him as you swirled your tongue around the head, sucking gently.

Arber watched with increasingly ragged breaths, thighs twitching as if he was trying not to fuck your mouth.

His fingers carded through your hair, curling around the soft locks as you took him deeper. He watched as your lips stretched around his girth, half of his length now having vanished into your warm, wet mouth.

His head fell back against the backrest of the couch, eyes fluttering closed in pleasure, fingers twitching in your hair and gripping it tighter.

"Juust—mmph—like that, angel," he groaned. "Suck it like the good fucking girl you are."

And you did. You’re his good girl after all.

Jakub Dobes

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You’ve been acting like a total brat towards Jakub on purpose all day today, speaking to him with more bite and sarcasm than necessary. And being the patient boyfriend he is, he let it slide at first, chalking it up to you having a bad day or something.

But it quickly became too much when you started to tease him during dinner, deliberately pressing your legs close to his, pulling his arm flush against your chest, whispering dirty things in his ear like you’re not in a public space.

You thought it was funny, messing with him while he sat across from his teammates at their go-to restaurant. And it was. It was funny seeing the faint flush creep up his neck as your fingers traced slow circles on his thigh under the table while he had to pretend like nothing was wrong even though his traitorous dick was starting to react.

You knew not to test your luck—knew what would happen when you’re alone with him hours later, but you continued anyway. Your hand kept wandering before his larger one caught your wrist, and when you looked at him , he was already staring (more like glaring) at you, jaw tight and pupils clearly dilated.

He looked furious.

"What?" You asked, smiling innocently like your hand wasn’t resting dangerously close to his boner, only stopped by his hand gripping your wrist tightly, but not tight enough to be painful.

Jakub almost—almost—smirked at your audacity as you played the innocent card, but the frustration burning in him won over any amusement or desire, his voice tight as he whispered quietly enough that only you could hear him. "Baby, enough. We’re in public Guhle and Xhekal will see."

Maybe you should’ve listened to him. You really should have.

But what did you do instead?

You simply smirked and let your pinky brush against his boner teasingly, watching his breath get caught in his throat, chest heaving slightly with deep breaths as he tried to keep himself in control and not pounce on you right then and there.

"Keep testing me, sweetheart. Keep doing that shit and see where it’ll get you." Jakub whispered, tone showing that his patience was running low, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your wrist.

You didn’t realize it then, but the damage had already been done. He let go of your wrist but he’d gone quiet, already planning what to do with you when you two were back at your place. If only you knew what you’d just started—but you were laughing on the inside seeing him get that worked up.

After dinner, You slid into the backseat with kaiden to continue your talk but also to avoid Jakub since you knew you had gone and pissed him off beyond belief. He didn’t show it though, that he was annoyed as fuck and still sporting a hard-on. Pretending like everything was okay, he talked to Arber and even laughed with him.

You almost thought his anger had worn off.

But after dropping Kaiden and Arber off at their apartments, Jakub was finally alone with you, the air heavy with tension.

And now, sitting in the backseat of his car alone with the only sound filling the space between you two being the low hum of the engine as he drove, you begin to realize you may be doomed. But your mind is already wandering as you watch him drive in silence. He looks so good right now, all mad and quiet, only one hand on the wheel and the other propped on the center console.

jakub's jaw works as he glances at you through the rearview mirror, eyes dark and piercing, before looking back at the road, not saying anything but his silence is enough to tell you that you should’ve just listened to him when he told you to stop and behave.

He’s so quiet that it’s starting to make you fidget uncomfortably in the backseat, preferring to look at the passing trees and buildings through the window rather than your boyfriend. Even though you’re starting to feel a teeny tiny bit of guilt for making him so stressed today, you can’t help the way his quiet anger soaks your panties in arousal.

It’s the main reason why you act like a brat towards him. It turns you on, how he looks when he’s irritated, how he acts—like he’s dying to get you alone and put you in your place. And God, do you enjoy the sex when he’s not in a good mood. He fucks you like he hates you—unlike how sweet he is in bed usually.

When he pulls over in the parking lot below your apartment complex, he speaks gruffly while taking off his seatbelt. "Get out." You can’t help but squeeze your thighs together at the way he’s talking to you, and you comply quickly, getting out of his car with your mini bag slung over one shoulder.

Jakub can’t lie, you look too pretty to be acting the way you acted today, but you’d really tested his patience, too. He really tried to keep himself calm, but it was hard to do so with you either snapping at him or teasing him mercilessly.

The elevator ride is quiet except for the sound of it ascending up towards your floor. Jakub's still awfully quiet as he waits for you to walk out when the door opens, keeping a gentle hand on your lower back like the gentleman he is despite how he’s going to act otherwise when he’s got you sprawled out on your bed.

He doesn’t pounce on you when you walk inside your apartment like you thought he would, instead, he takes his time—almost like he’s savoring every ounce of the tension in the air. He pulls you towards your bedroom without a word, closing the door behind you both.

"Get on the bed, clothes off." He commands, voice awfully calm and almost flat, no signs of his anger anywhere. Huh, weird.

You comply quickly, almost embarrassingly quickly, pulling off your clothes and sitting down on your bed, waiting for him to do something about your attitude. Your panties lay soaked on the floor, and his eyes dart towards it before looking back at you, the faintest smirk on his lips.

"So fucking wet, aren’t you?" He begins walking towards you, voice laced with that condescending tone that makes your stomach flip and core ooze with slick.

Jakub's hand reaches out and grips your jaw when he’s finally standing in front of you, making you look up at him. "I know what you’re doing, sweetheart." He murmurs, his smirk widening at the sight of you already unraveling at his touch and words.

"You’re doing this shit on purpose," he accuses, "trynna make me fuck you until you’re forced to remember my dick when you sit down. I know you. I know exactly what gets you going."

Your breath hitches at his words, and he notices. He always does. It seems to fuel his determination to put you in your place, to treat you like the brat you are. So he does just that, sitting down beside you and pulling you so you’re draped across his lap, ignoring the sound of your surprise.

"You’re gonna count for me, ’kay?" Jakub coos, knowing damn well his tone and words are contrasting starkly from each other.

You barely manage a nod before you feel a sharp slap against one of your ass cheeks, making you jolt and gasp. He holds you down on his lap, not letting you escape his hand planting firm slaps on your ass.

smack!

"One...! — smack! — Two....! — smack! — Three...! Jakub- ahn! — smack! — Four...! — smack! — Five...! — smack! — S-six...!" You keep counting, whimpering in between, squirming on his lap—but also growing wetter. The line between pain and pleasure blurs, and soon enough, Jakub notices your pussy beginning to—actually—ooze your pussy juices onto his jean clad thigh.

"Look at that..." Jakub breathes out, in awe as he watches your cunt drool. "Look at you soaking wet from this, like a fucking slut."

Jakub slowly drags his fingers down your slit, feeling his fingertips coat with your arousal. You can feel how hard he is from the way his bulge is digging into your side, throbbing with each heartbeat, twitching in the confinement of his jeans.

A breathy gasp leaves you when you felt two of his digits sink into your wet heat without any warning, knuckles deep, and God does he have long fingers. You lose your train of thought as he begins moving them in and out of you, slowly but purposely curling them down so he’d rub against that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Riight there... Feels good, sweetheart?" Jakub taunts, his free hand grabbing a handful of your ass before slapping it sharply, making you tighten around his digits. "Use your words. Tell me how much you love my fingers."

"I l-love-" You try to speak, but Jakub cruelly fucks your pussy faster with his fingers, pressing a hand on your lower back so you won’t be able to move away even if you tried. One of your hands reaches back towards him to clutch onto his wrist, your other hand gripping his pant leg for dear life.

The lewd, wet squelching noises of his fingers slipping in and out of your drenched pussy is deafening, blending in with your desperate moans and Jakub's low grunts. His dick throbs insistently against his clothes, reacting to the smell of your arousal and the sounds your pussy is making.

"Too much, baby?" He coos even though he’s not slowing down, matter of fact, his thumb presses against your clit, moving his digits expertly, knowing exactly what makes you unravel. "Too fucking bad. Should’ve thought twice before you decided to act like a brat."

You can feel your orgasm approaching, that intense pleasurable high about to explode throughout your entire body. Jakub can feel it, too, thanks to your pussy squeezing him like a vice as your muscles ripples around his fingers. And just as you’re about to feel that euphoric feeling, Jakub's fingers slip out of your cunt with a wet sound.

You whine, a desperate sound clawing out of your throat, as you feel your orgasm stop abruptly, the emptiness making you clench around nothing but air in desperate spasms. Your breathing is ragged, still whimpering softly from the leftover pleasure burning in your core.

"Since you wanted to be a brat so badly," He murmurs, voice that low rumble whenever he’s had enough. "I’m gonna fuck you like one."

You’re manhandled onto the bed, flopping down onto your back unceremoniously, your legs immediately clamping shut when you feel the cool air hit your wet and sensitive private parts.

"Ah, ah," Jakub tuts, large hands gripping your knees and spreading them apart roughly. "Keep ’em open, juust like that... Good girl."

His eyes, dark and predatory, roam over your disheveled state; your hair’s a mess, pussy leaking with arousal like a bitch in heat, eyelids heavy, chest heaving with ragged breaths, and lips red and swollen from you biting them.

Pulling off his shirt overhead, he messes up his already messy hair further. You’re so sure you can feel your pulse in your pussy as you stare at Jakub—at how delicious he looks right now.

Jakub's hands trail down your legs slowly, watching you shiver under his delicate touch. You almost beg him to take his dick out of his pants before he (thankfully) does just that, releasing his thick, heavy cock—long and veiny. He pulls down his pants and boxers just enough before gripping himself from the base and tugging at his cock a few times, gaze zeroed in on your pussy.

You jolt and whimper when Jakub slaps his cock head against your pussy a few times, making wet slapping noises that have your cheeks burning. Running his head through your folds, he groans at the warm, sticky fluid coating his shaft, making it easier to grind against you.

When he enters, he doesn’t go fast like you expected, he pushes inside painfully slowly—enough for you to feel him stretch your tight walls to accommodate his big dick. He sinks into you until his hips are almost flush against yours, grinding his hips to stuff you full of his thick meat, until you’re gasping at the way his tip is pressing insistently against your cervix.

Jakub draws his hips back, watching your eyes flutter closed at the sensation of his thick, veiny cock dragging across your velvet-like walls. Hooking his arms under your knees, he props his hands on either side of your torso, folding you slightly and making it easier for him for fuck you deep.

Your eyes snap open and jaw go slack when he slams back inside, stealing your breath away. Your hands scramble to hold onto his forearms as he sets a slow but deep pace. It messes with your head, his thrusts. You can feel every inch of him, every fucking inch slide in and out of you.

And whenever he slams back into you, it’s like he’s punishing you by hitting your cervix, hard. The pain and pleasure blends together and becomes something so overwhelming tears spring to your eyes. Holding on for dear life is all you can do, gasping for air and barely able to moan, this might just be the best he’s ever fucked you.

"Fuuck-- Look at you... You love how good it hurts, yeah? Can feel your womb kissing my tip... She fucking loves this dick." He lets out an airy chuckle at the way you’re clutching onto him, those pretty eyes looking into his dark ones all tear-filled. "Yeah... you crying? Feels too good, huh?"

All you can manage is a choked moan, eyes rolling back slightly, nails digging into his arms. He pushes your legs off his shoulders and instead wraps one around his waist, changing the angle slightly. The new angle makes you shift on the bed, back arching with a soft cry.

"Keep making those sweet sounds while I fuck this pretty little pussy." Jakub's hand wraps around your throat, not choking you completely but enough to make it challenging to breathe. His other hand holds your thigh firmly against his waist, keeping that perfect angle that has you seeing stars.

He’s not just hitting your cervix now, his thick head is dragging against that spongy spot in your front wall with each thrust, and you can barely take the pleasure, going completely speechless for a second as your eyes roll back into your skull. Jakub's hand tightens around your neck at the sight in front of him.

The way your pussy is swallowing his fat cock whole while squeezing it like it can’t get enough and wants to keep him inside you forever is making him throb, balls drawing up tight. He’s grunting and groaning above you, not even trying to be quiet, showing exactly how good your pussy feels.

"You close? Think you deserve to come?" Jakub murmurs breathlessly, leaning down, his soft pants making his chest heave. His hand leaves your thigh and instead presses into the mattress beside your head to prop himself up, his hips slapping against yours with wet “plaps”. "C’mon, fucking look at me—mhn—and tell me. Do you deserve to come?"

You try your best to say something, you really do try, but the feeling of him fucking you so good paired with his hand around your throat makes it harder to speak—let alone think. And all that comes out of your mouth are sounds of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"Look at you—mmhn—gone—shit—fucking speechless... haahh..." Jakub taunts, his chain glistening in the sunlight filtering in through the haphazardly closed blinds. He looks so good right now, and the sight is making you tighten around him more, eliciting a hiss from him.

His pace quickens slightly, muttering breathlessly under his breath like he’s about to unravel too. "Fuuck... trynna suffocate me with your pussy, sweetheart? ’Cause she’s—mmhn-ah—killing me here..." His pace falters slightly, abs clenching, biceps flexing and veins becoming more prominent than ever. "Yeah... keep- ffuck- keep doing that shit- bruise my dick, baby."

Jakub knows he won’t last much longer with you clenching around his dick like that, so he decides to just let you come. "Open that fucking mouth," he commands, watching you obey slowly. He spits in your mouth, watching his saliva land on your tongue. "Swallow it... Good girl... Good fucking girl."

He leans down to kiss you messily, spit mixing together, hips still moving against your like a machine. His tongue tangles with yours, licking your teeth, biting your lips. That taut feeling in your stomach is reaching the breaking point, about to explode—and Jakub feels it, feels your pussy spasming around him as your breaths turn into gasps.

He lets go of your throat and instead reaches down to rub your clit roughly with his thumb, your slick making everything slippery. Your nails dig into his back, your eyes rolling back briefly, beginning to feel that taut feeling in your stomach dissipate slowly, dissolving into waves of pleasure.

"I’m coming- f-fuck- Jakub- fuck- m’cummin’--" You're barely able to warn him before your pussy squeezes him even tighter—if that’s even possible—pulsing rhythmically around his thick meat. The feeling of your tight pussy milking him makes his balls tighten, his own orgasm not too far behind.

Jakub puts you into mating press before you can even catch your breath, legs pushed back, knees almost touching your shoulders, pussy in full display for him. He starts fucking you again almost immediately. Faster. Deeper. His cock plunges in and out of you as he presses his weight against you to keep you in place.

"You want my cum, baby? Fuck... Want me to fill you up?" He pants above you, groaning and grunting as he fucks you like he’s trying to break you, or breed you—or both. He’s going so deep that you swear you can feel him in your chest, knocking the wind out of your lungs with each deep thrust.

He stares down at your glazed over eyes and dazed expression, nothing but gasps and loud moans and whimpers leaving you; you’re clearly too far gone to even think anymore, just focused on the immense pleasure mixed with pain that Jakub’s giving you right now.

You whimper and nod frantically, babbling something incoherent about wanting him to cum inside you and make you a mommy. The sound of you begging him to fill you up and make you all swollen with his babies paired with the sight of you so fucked out from his dick pushes him over the edge, and he shudders above you, stilling after a few rough thrusts.

He grinds his hips against yours, panting, eyes closed, making sure every rope of hot cum stays deep inside you. His pearly release paints your walls, and the warmth of his cum inside you adds to the intimacy as his eyes flutter open and lips meet yours in a soft dance.

"Love you... I love you so fucking much, sweetheart..." Jakub murmurs against your lips, his eyes soft as he looks down at you. Something about the duality of him being so sweet after fucking that attitude out of you will forever be attractive to you.

"I love you too..." You whisper back, voice slightly hoarse from moaning so much. You watch Jakub’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles down at you, chuckling softly.

"Okay, pretty, let’s get you cleaned up. And then we can cuddle and watch some movies. I’ll be right back." Jakub kisses you gently, quickly, and slowly pulls out, both of you hissing softly at the sensitivity.

And when he settles beside you after helping you clean up and putting on some clothes himself, you can’t help but imagine the next time you’ll purposely annoy him just to get fucked like that.

Yeah... You’re never gonna learn.