“fourth time this week, sweetheart” his gaze momentarily dropping to your shaking leg, “leaves me to check you throughly huh?” an impending grin bloomed on his features as he gestured you to lay back on gurney.

pulling tighter at his gloves, he began to loom over your pliant body. “shirt up, pretty.” your fingers grip at the bottom of your shirt with a slight tremor— pulling it up just enough for the edge of your bra to peek through. his pupils dilated in record, holding back the groan that settled deep in his throat. you’re perfect, he thought— why else would his cock rise in slacks everytime you ended up in his paitent list?

it’s oh so relieving when his gloved hands find the soft flesh of your abdomen, fingers gently digging right where the pain is most unbearable, working single mindedly to pull those contented sighs out of you. “mhm right here? i can feel how tense you are… how much you need this” he purrs, the latter comes out rougher than intended.

an : based a lil of me. i’m open to expanding on this.

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roommate!nerd!cho is incredibly quiet and keeps to himself when you first move in. he's a big, awkward computer science major who basically lives in front of his monitors, wearing hoodies that are three sizes too big and constantly pushing up his glasses. he used to get so tongue-tied and red just saying "hi" to you in the hallway.

roommate!nerd!cho takes a while to warm up, but once he gets comfortable, he’s the sweetest guy ever. he'll quietly fix the wi-fi before you even have to ask, or leave a donut on the counter for you. he's just really gentle, thoughtful, and incredibly nice to have around the apartment.

roommate!nerd!cho agrees to a simple laundry system with you to keep things running smoothly. you always put your clothes in the wash first thing in the morning. by the time he goes to do his, your turn is done and you’re already gone to your morning classes. it works perfectly every single week.

roommate!nerd!cho has a massive, secret crush on you that he keeps bottled up inside. he thinks you are way too pretty and completely out of his league, so he just admires you from a distance. because he’s so shy, he never plans on doing anything about it—but holding these heavy feelings in for so long makes him incredibly touch-starved and desperate for any connection to you!

roommate!nerd!cho finds a pair of your light pink cotton panties with a little white lace trim stuck to one of his hoodies. he's sorting his laundry on a tuesday morning when he sees them. "h-huh? w-what the..." his face goes bright red and his heart starts hammering. he knows he should just leave them on the counter, but looking at them triggers a dark, needy urge he didn't even know he had.

roommate!nerd!cho pockets them instead of returning them. his hands shake like crazy as he stuffs your pink panties into his pocket, quickly throws his clothes into the washer, and runs back to his room to lock the door.

roommate!nerd!cho collapses against his door and pulls the panties out. he holds the soft cotton to his face and takes a deep breath—smelling your laundry soap and the warm, sweet scent of your skin. it completely ruins him. he's so excited and hard that his dick is already leaking through his sweatpants.

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you can barely breathe but this man is reciting poems he made twelve years ago while he pounds you to the mattress. he's delirious with affection. your pussy makes him conqeur heaven's worship songs.

"mm—hngh, meimei," he gasps, calebs grip on your waist tight. "y-you're so tight... hahh, around me. did you wait for gege to f-finally take your virginity?"

he's making himself crazy with the very idea that you love him as much he does you. it's driving him mad.

"made gege wait. b-but it's okay.. now gege can use your pretty p-pussy as his personal fuckin' sleeve."

"yeah, meimei. squeeze that pussy for me. t-take my fuckin' cock—oh god..!" he thumbs your clit just how you like it.

"so wet.. so fuckin' wet, meimei. i-is gege's cock too big? is it bullying y-you're pretty... womb?"

you're getting dizzy with each thrust. the cock slides so deep inside of you that it feels like it's knocking against your cervix. he has his chest to yours and his hips slamming down like he's trynna get you knocked up—

and that's what he wants anyways. "g-get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant—pleasepleasepleaseplease meimei..!"

You're reading off the next flash card of medical terms, waiting for him to define it. You don't understand much of what it all means, but you try to help anyways. When several seconds pass you look over at him from under the card.

He's crawling toward you, eyes half lidded with lust, licking his lips. "Let's take a break," he's suggesting as he gets to your legs, running hands up them, making you shiver.

"We just took one," you try to remain stalwart in the face of this onslaught.

"A quick one, then."

His hands are sliding up, up, up. His fingers twist into the very edge of your shorts.

"Zayne!" you're saying, almost like a warning, but he's already beginning to nuzzle into you. You're hearts beating in the way that only he can do. Your body is coming alive. You know he sees how paper thin your resolve is.

"Let's not stop studying, then. Every right answer and I get to explore," his hand trails up your shorts, fingers alighting at the grooves where your hips and legs meet.

Before long he's straddling your legs on his shoulders, barechested and cheeks flushed. Your hold on the flash cards in tenuous as you read out the next word:

"Ly-ahhh-lysogenic."

He stills, his cock throbbing inside you. You're agreement was he can only keep going if he gets the word right.

TW. kinda stalkerleb, gege/calling him older brother, dubcon i feel like, dryhumping, he cums in his pants, unread and unedited i’m sorry :(

as a child, caleb’s protective and overbearing nature was seen as cute. the way he’d trail after you had always made the older women in your neighborhood coo over what a doting older brother he was. even you kinda liked it—the fact your handsome gege who had so many admirers only had eyes for you.

eventually though, it began to lose its charm. he still acted the same; calling you everyday, asking why you were out late, who you were hanging out with—the only difference was that you guys were adults. you had done everything together as kids, but now you had your own life, one that caleb didn’t have the right to intrude on whenever he felt like it.

you tried to pull away, put distance between the two of you, but somehow he always managed to get even closer than before.

your weekly calls were filled with questions asking how that coworker you liked is doing, something you couldn’t recall telling him about.

the café you stopped by after work was now his favourite place too, conveniently bumping into you every time you were there.

whenever you asked how he knew all this, he’d simply shrug.

“you tell me things.”

you bit your lip, palms clamming up at his intense gaze. “i never told you that.”

he’d smile, “lucky guess.”

it should’ve sounded charismatic with that sweet eye smile of his, but instead it left a strange feeling sitting heavy in your stomach.

you never stayed mad at him for long though. how could you? he really was the perfect, most caring older brother anyone could ask for. like every time a date canceled, one after another dropping like flies, he’d be there with a bag of your favourite takeout in hand.

“since you’re free now,” he’d say, already raising it to show you.

you never even had to text him before he was showing up, swiping away your tears and whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he walked you back to your place.

“he was a loser anyway. barely makes enough to spoil my princess, you’re too good for him”

an alarm went off in your head at the comment, curious as to why or how he knew your dates salary when even you didn’t, but you didn’t have the chance to ask as he lead you inside. he placed the bags of food on the counter before turning to your figure, watching you take your shoes and coat off.

“i’m jus’ saying…maybe you don’t have to look that far for a perfect guy.” you quirked a brow at his words, a shiver running down your spine when you realized he was staring down at you. “i’m always gonna be here. i know all your favourite things. no one else is gonna understand your life like i do.”

he punctuated each word with a step towards you, leaning down once he had you crowded against the wall. “i read your diary pips. i know you’ve thought about it.”

warm breath fanned against your face as your cheeks tinted red. “w-what are you talking—“

“i wonder if caleb leaves the uniform on during sex, or if he uses that interrogation stick. id kill to have him order me around like a dog. those are your words, right?”

you slowly nodded with shame as everything began to click, how he knew all the small details about your life without you telling him. before you dwelled on it too much, he spoke again.

“wanna try some of those thoughts out?”

not giving you a chance to respond, caleb pressed a hungry kiss to your mouth, tongue immediately licking the seam of your lips before wrapping around your own. you barely registered what was happening as he picked you up, pressing his bulge into your hot core as he continued his assault on your mouth. “taste so fuckin good…even better than i imagined”

a whine left your throat when he nipped at your bottom lip, pulling away with a growl before kissing down your neck. “c-cay, maybe let’s take it slow?”

he pulled away from your neck, an already fucked our expression in his eyes before he chuckled darkly. “y’know that’s not what you call me…”

he watched you swallow, an audible gulp sounding through the room. “g-gege…” you whined, the endearing term making caleb thrust particularly hard against your clothed cunt.

“good fuckin’ girl…” he growled, going back to marking your neck. “gonna leave these for everyone to see. even if you try n go on another date, they’ll know you belong to me.”

his lips trailed to your pulse point, tongue flicking against it before he began to suck harshly, hips relentlessly grinding against you. your heart raced with every movement, pulling at his brown locks for stability.

“m-my girl…you’re mine, pips” he whined, thrusts turning erratic. you felt a wet spot bleeding onto your jeans as he slowed down, still holding you against the wall as he panted into the crook of your neck. just as you thought he was about to put you down, caleb carried you towards your room, throwing you onto the bed as he shrugged off his coat.

“i’m not done yet.”

cw: nsfw, fem!reader, drunk sex, bath sex, nipple play, desperate sylus, riding, illusions to oral, biting, marking, the bathroom is a fucking mess

"I didn't know amphibians were fond of bathing." You snicker, watching as Sylus tips his head back. The whiskey is his glass travels down his throat, sliding down the glass into his mouth. He sets it down near the side table, raising an eyebrow. Every movement makes the water and bubbles dance, revealing more of his chest.

"Do you mean reptile, sweetie?" Sylus chuckles, watching as you blink your eyes a few times. You gently sway in front of him, knees to your chest as you soak together in the bath. Your fingers thumb against your calves to the music, softly humming under your breath. Sylus smiles, reaching forward to grab your wrist.

"Are you drunk already?" You're pliant in his grip, your body tugged into his embrace. Sylus spreads his legs, letting you settle between him. You curl into his slick body, soap and water everywhere. You feel like you're floating in the ocean, head and body dizzying. Sylus is the only thing keeping you afloat. If you closed your eyes for long enough, perhaps you could drown happily. Let the water fill your lungs, become one with the sea.

However, you are in a bathtub. Soap and water are very different from sea water.

Sylus collects some bubbles on his finger, poking you on the nose. A foamy ball sticks to your nose as you blink the alcohol away. Your brain is slow to process, his hands massaging your body under the water. His voice rumbles in his chest as your hands slide up his shoulders.

"So drunk, huh?" You shake your head, shifting onto your knees. You shift, water sloshing everywhere. You hear it splat onto his floors. A large gasp leaves your lips. More theatrics than necessary, but characteristically you. Sylus cradles your head with his wet hand, smiling softly at your antics.

"Oh no…" You blubber, peeking over the edge then back at Sylus. "I'll clean it." You say it so sweetly, Sylus doesn't have the heart to tease you. He washes the soap off your nose, kissing your forehead. You slide back into his arms, resting your body atop his.

He hums along to the music playing, fingers thrumming up and down your spine. You sway in the water together, your fingers laced with his. Everything is fuzzy, he is too warm yet not warm enough all at once.

"Sylus…" You mumble into his wet skin, getting soap in your mouth. You sputter it out, sticking out your tongue. "Bleh." Sylus laughs once again. You shift positions once more. This time, you lay with your back on him, letting his circle you from behind.

"Sylus." You call out to him, your tone more serious than before.

"Yes, kitten?"

"My bare ass is on the tub." You come to realize, brows knitting at the realization.

he pushes it in midway, only to pull it out again to feel that tight ring pop around his fat tip. it makes his balls tighten and his shaft pump with blood, soft groans croaking from him each time he feels her swallow him in. he’s terribly fond of seeing her legs spread impossibly wide for him, calves folded onto the back of her thighs. he’ll smirk, muttering “you’d stay like this forever for me, wouldn’t you? just a pretty little hole for your brother to stick his dick into whenever he needs to get off…” and she’s just sobbing as he begins to pound into her ruthlessly, ashamed but still screaming out his name, chanting for him to keep going, ‘please don’t stop!’ and trust, he won’t. he doesn’t have to say it. she’s always been his to take, to consume. he’ll make sure of it, dumping his fat load over and over inside of her until he no longer can.

— It’s late at night and after a week of spanish lessons, you have nearly given up on Leon, the man clearly is not prepared to go to Spain.

The two of you are nestled in his apartment during a storm, and his feelings for you have only grown over the week. Both of you have always been close and now it seems like all that closeness is becoming too much. He wants you. He needs you— the reoccurring thoughts of holding you, tasting you, fucking you… but he'll keep it bottled up and instead try to focus. Though it’s impossible.

“Hm, you’re getting there.” You looked back at him still not convinced, “Seems like you need a break though, do you?” You added.

Leon let out a frustrated sigh, tossing the textbook aside once more. His dark blue eyes met yours, and he felt his pulse quicken.

"You're right," he admitted, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair. "I think I need more than just textbook learning here."

He stood up from the bed, his lean, toned figure moving with a predatory grace as he approached where you sat. The storm outside raged on, rain pattering against the windows, but Leon's attention was solely on you.

"Tell you what," Leon said, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. "Why don't you give me a different kind of lesson?" His gaze traveled down your body appreciatively, lingering on your thighs, the curve of your waist. "I could use my mouth to help me practice, rolling my r’s, remember? I promise I'll be a very good student.”

Leon's cock was already rock hard, throbbing and straining against his pants, the fabric tented by his arousal. He wanted to reach out and touch you, to feel your soft skin beneath his fingertips, but he held back, waiting to see your reaction.

"Come on, sweetheart," he coaxed, kneeling down in front of you. "Don't you want to help your partner? I've been trying so hard to learn... maybe you could teach me some of those Spanish words with your body?”

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He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against yours as he breathed in your scent deeply. "I never thought I'd be the type of man who needed someone so desperately, but here I am. Completely and utterly yours, in every way that matters."

His hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently stroking the soft skin beneath your eye. The gesture was surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to the stoic man he was in every other aspect of his life,