Ovis

Ovis ong wouldn't bat an eye... He's lazy... He loves to be pampered... He's honestly chalk this up to being a new fashion trend his gege was showing him...

"How did Caleb find Ovis so fast when Viper was attacking him...?"

Obviously he has a tracking device installed either on Ovis' phone or his clothes (the chip under his skin comes later) and was obviously notified when a weirdo [read: literally anybody] approaches his didi....

"What did Caleb do when he came back from patrol after drugging Ovis to sleep?"

he’s made you cum seven times within the three days and two nights, all with his fingers except for the one you reached on his thigh. every one of your orgasms hammer at his control- he wants nothing more than to take everything. but he’ll be patient with you. for now.

he would guess he has a total spent time of four hours with his fingers probing inside you, analyzing your expression with every nudge. seeing how you react to this pace or that one, how your tight pussy clenches even tighter when he talks to you, how you move your hips when you get close because you’re his greedy girl.

he has you pinned underneath him, caressing the side of your face as he smiles down at you. he’s been touching, rubbing, mouthing on you for at least an hour. both of you are sweaty and pent up- his balls are starting to feel heavy and tight. every time he tries to slide a finger inside of you, you squirm and shake your head.

“what? i know you want more, cause i do, too.”

you’re so sweet. you nod sheepishly before saying, “it hurts.”

you’re too sweet to him. too good for him. he wants to see how ruined he can make you.

“yeah? your little pussy still raw from last night?” he smiles and softly says, “let gege take a look.”

your protests are completely unheard. he lifts himself off of you and travels lower- where his face needs to be. your panties are soaked; he can’t stop himself from licking a stripe up the entirety of the wet spot. your hips shift away from the friction, and he hooks his fingers around the fabric hugging your hips and pulls down. a thick string of your slick snap once your panties pass your knees; his control snaps with it. he can’t keep only using his fingers.

he dives in between your thighs and audibly slurps against your folds. you taste so sweet, you feel so soft. he stares up at you from under his disheveled hair, gazing between your tits with your juice everywhere under his nose. the expression you give him is more than enough confirmation. he needs more of you.

“ha, yeah,” he almost feels bad when he gets a proper look between your legs. he laughs and mutters, “poor baby was rubbed raw. so fuckin’ cute. guess i should make her feel better, right? i’ll be gentle. i promise.”

he doesn’t have to use his fingers to touch you. seeing you this close up, this ruined for him… he’s not leaving without getting the full experience.

“your gege wouldn’t hurt you. no, not at all. a good gege would take real good care of you, yeah? right?” he’s spreading your thighs open, digging his fingers deeper into your thighs. “stop squirming. how else am i supposed to be gentle?”

you don’t say anything else, so he leans in again to run his tongue along your bare, open pussy. he sucks on your clit, then basically unhinges his jaw to devour you further into his mouth. your fingers nestle against his scalp, and he lets go of you with a pop. drool and slick is getting everywhere; he doesn’t mind.

you’re more relaxed now, enough to gaze into his eyes and mumble, “you like it?” he hums a laugh and kisses your thigh before responding, “fuck yeah.”

he’s tracing every part of your open pussy, wrapping his tongue under and around the fingers thrusting inside. he’s trying to commit your taste to memory, like he’s done with his fingers and how you feel. you’ve stopped trying to push him out and have resorted to your legs directly over his shoulders, voice calling out for your gege every time his knuckles are flush against you.

it drives him insane. you make him want to never come back up for air.

“cay- caleb- st- stop, wait, seri- seriously!”

“stop talking. i’m not talking to you, mei, i’m talking to her.” he gives the gentlest bite on your clit to enunciate his point, and you dry heave a sob. “i’m tryin’ to listen to her. be polite.” he returns between your legs.

“no, caleb, s-something’s gonna happen, quit!”

“something’s supposed to happen, dummy. i’m done getting interrupted.”

you’re squeezing his fingers so tight. your voice is desperate and shaky- you’re close. he wants nothing more than to taste it straight from the source as he makes you reach that point. he’s drinking, slurping, lapping up and down your sopping pussy. your legs are trembling; he can’t stop, not when you’re so close. even if you’re sobbing out for him to stop, that you already came, you’re gonna pee on him- pee on him?

he definitely isn't stopping now.

the only downside to eating you out is that he isn’t able to talk you through it. he’ll have to play around more with you to figure out how to make you squirt with his fingers- or his cock? just the thought of you not only stretching around him, but gushing- he wants nothing more than to tell you how good of a meimei you’re being for him, that you taste even better than he imagined, please please please squirt on his face-

he’s never been so close to cumming without any touching. he’s positive that if he wasn’t so focused on keeping the pace of his tongue, he definitely could cum in his briefs just from this. the two of you have time, after all…

“oh, f- fuck- i’m-” you don’t finish your sentence, you finally let your pussy do the talking instead. he cups his mouth around your pussy again, staring up at you while you squirt directly into his open mouth and arching your body inward from the force of your orgasm. once he’s satisfied with his fill, he pulls away, even slurping up his drool so he doesn’t waste any, and lets the rest of your release gush across his face, his neck, until it weakly pulses out of your wet, raw pussy.

you’re gasping and twitching, flexing your fingers and toes as he licks his lips and sits up. he’s breathing as heavily as you are, staring down at your flushed, teary, adorably embarrassed expression.

“my meimei tastes so sweet. all for your gege.” he pulls off his shirt from his collar and crawls on top of you. you’re not even looking at him- he doesn’t mind. he wraps his arms around you to pull you close and peppers kisses over your annoyed face.

“told you i was gonna pee.” you grumble.

“mhm. and i told you how good you taste.” he kisses you on the mouth now, sticky and sweet from his… adventure. you kiss him just the same.

“need some water? i’ll be back. then it’s round two, pips.” you roll your eyes at his flirty wink before he gets up. when he comes back, you’re still spread bonelessly on the bed, staring at the door. waiting for him.

round two, indeed.

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