MaesCorner

You'd watched them watching him. Broad shoulders, sculpted chest, abs glistening with a light sheen of sweat, and those low slung shorts, he looked like a walking sun god.

You were NOT a jealous partner. He'd always been the one simmering quietly over a look someone gave you, a hand that lingered too long on your arm, and you'd always been the one teasing him for it.

Today it had flipped, and he knew it.

You'd caught him looking at you between serves. Reading your face, tracking where your eyes had gone, what they'd found and what they were doing with it. And the blue of his irises had changed to something that looked a lot like want.

When the final point landed you didn't discuss going back to your suite. You grabbed his wrist before he could reach for a towel and pulled him. The hidden stretch of shore you'd found yesterday was a ten minute walk down the beach, tucked behind a curve of dark rock that blocked it completely from view. You'd spent an hour there yesterday, doing nothing, just lying in the quiet. You had different plans for it today.

He hadn't caught his breath yet. His chest was still working, sweat at his sternum, hair damp at his temples, a silver whistle swaying on its cord as you turned to face him.

You pushed him down and he let you, dropping back onto the sand without argument. From the ground he tracked your face with half lidded blue eyes. Patient, the way he always got when he'd decided to let you lead.

You stepped over him and settled across his thighs, your knees pressing into the sand on either side of him.

"You had a lot of fun out there"

His hands came to your waist immediately and his thumbs pressed into the dip of your hips. "I always have fun when I'm with you."

"That's not what I mean."

His mouth curved slightly at the edge.

"Liar." you reached down and hooked one finger around the cord of the whistle, pulling him up slightly by it, bringing his face close to yours. "Every girl was watching you. Every single one" You tried to keep your voice even. "Looking at everything that belongs to me."

His hands tightened on your waist.

Beneath your thigh, through the thin fabric of his shorts, you felt him respond —an involuntary pressure, his hips moving slightly under you before he caught himself.

The blue of his eyes had gone several shades darker. His bottom lip was slightly parted.

"And you loved it"

He opened his mouth.

You reached down and pulled the front of his shorts down before he could say anything. When you freed him he was already hard, warm and heavy against his stomach, a bead of moisture at the tip calling for your mouth. The sea breeze moved over him and he exhaled through his nose.

"They watched you the whole game," you whispered, fingers wrapping around him"Every serve. Every jump." A slow stroke, barely anything, enough to make his cock jump in your hand "But they didn't see this. Only I get to see this."

His stomach contracted.

You picked up the whistle and pressed the mouthpiece gently between his teeth. His eyes widened slightly and he tried to say something —the soft instinctive murmur he defaulted to— but it came out muffled, cut off by the metal.

"No." You held his gaze.

He bit down lightly on the mouthpiece.

You reached down, pulled the strings of your bikini bottoms loose at each hip, and tossed the fabric into the sand.

"Blow that whistle when you want to cum, handsome"

His eyes dropped and then came back up to your face when you lined your wet pussy directly over the tip of his cock.

You sank all the way down and his back left the sand, just the upper half, shoulders rising off the ground, abs contracting hard. The sound he made into the whistle came out broken and half formed, more breath than anything.

You waited. Stayed still and let him feel it, let the moment sit, watching his throat work as he swallowed.

Then you started to move.

Rising until he was barely inside you and dropping back down in one smooth roll of your hips, your hands braced lightly on his chest. He exhaled in a rush through his nose. His knuckles had gone white where he was gripping you.

"Everyone out there thinks you're so cute," you found rhythm and stayed in it. "So quiet and sweet." a tight circle of your hips made him twitch underneath you, a full body response, his jaw clamping hard on the mouthpiece. "They have no idea what you're actually like."

His hips rose to meet yours. Trying to take more, to push the pace. You let him have it for a moment and then pulled back, slowed down and made him wait.

He groaned into the whistle.

"Is this what it feels like?" you continued, dropping down onto him again and grinding slow, feeling every inch of the stretch. You leaned forward, hands moving from his chest to the sand on either side of his head, bringing your face closer to his. "You liked watching me get jealous?"

His eyes closed briefly.

You sat back up and picked up the pace.

The sound of the waves covered every sound. The wet slap of skin against skin. His abs locked under you every time you came down, holding himself back, and the sounds coming through the whistle were small, bitten off exhales that got away from him.

His hands slid from your hips down to grip the back of your thighs, pulling you in harder, closer, his own hips working up to match yours. His eyes were fixed on your face, blue and blown wide open.

You felt when he got close. His breathing changed, shallower and faster, his whole body starting to pull tight. He tried to hold onto the rhythm but it was slipping, hips stuttering, back beginning to arch again.

He tried to blow the whistle.

What came out was a breathless, thoroughly defeated little sound. A whisper of air through metal that died out almost immediately, collapsing under the weight of a chest that was heaving too hard to sustain it.

You stopped your hips completely and he made a desperate sound.

You reached up and wrapped your fingers around the cord at his neck, pulling him up toward you again until his chest met yours, his face right there, close enough to feel the heat pouring off his skin.

"You can't even blow it," you mocked him softly, right against his jaw. "All that out there. All those serves, all that diving around in the sun, putting on a show." You let the pause sit. "And you can't manage a clear whistle?"

His face, up close, was completely wrecked.

"Blow it properly," you ordered. "If you manage to blow it loud and clear... I'll let you cum."

Xavier’s eyes widened in determination. He gripped your hips hard, taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart and shaky lungs.

He blew.

The note came out loud, one long sustained sound that scattered into the sea air, clear and steady from start to finish.

You dropped your hips down hard and didn't stop.

A long and terribly warm moan tore from his throat, muffled against your skin, while his large hands fisted hard into your ass—holding you tightly pinned down.

The whistle slipped loosely from his lips as his breathing fell apart into trembling gasps. Sweat poured down his spine, his abs twitching helplessly beneath you with every surge of hot release filling your pussy.

He dropped back onto the sand and took you with him, one arm locked around your waist. You lay there with the sound of the ocean and his heartbeat gradually slowing under you.

"They were watching you too," he said quietly, after a while.

You looked up at him.

He was already looking back. Completely serious. "Just so we're even."

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You smashed your phone facedown on the mattress when you heard the door fall shut, locking your screen in the process. Well, this would have been embarrassing.

As you closed your eyes, you listened for his footsteps. Valko followed a strict ritual ever since you had started dating. He’d strip off his boots, head to the kitchen for a chocolate snack, take a quick shower, after which he smelled like mint toothpaste and that lovely wildberry body wash, and then slip under the covers with you. You hadn’t gone beyond heated make-out sessions yet, but he was the first man you had ever gotten so hands-on with this early into the relationship. It just…felt right. You felt safe in his arms. So why wouldn’t you invite him to your bed? Valko was always respectful, paying attention to your signals whenever things between you got more intimate.

The mattress sank behind you. He pulled you close and rolled you onto your back, nuzzling into you like he always did, and almost as if he had to get his daily fill of your scent. He was more erratic tonight, though. He kept on sniffing almost obsessively.

“Is…everything alright?”

“You smell different.”

You frowned, shifting on the bed. “Good different or bad different?”

“Good different. It’s… I think it’s… hmm… it’s intoxicating.” He kept inhaling your scent, his nose brushing over your collarbone, your chest, your stomach. He pulled back the covers, taking a deep breath. “Fuck…” he murmured.

“W-What?”

He didn’t answer, instead wandering down further and further until the tip of his nose nudged your pubic bone. You froze. “V-Valko…”

“Hmm… Found the source.”

“D-Did I get my period or something?”

“No… But…” More sniffs. You gasped for air. Your legs fell open, making room for him on their own accord. Oh…oh, you liked him down there. The moan that escaped your lips when he pressed his face against your clothed pussy gave that away a little too soon for your liking.

Valko growled. G-Growled? You lifted your head, looking down at him. His yellow eyes were practically glowing in the dark like they always did, but something was different this time. There was…something primal. Hungry. Greedy. This was no longer the puppy cradling you in his arms at night. This was a big bad wolf ready to fight tooth and nail for its prey. Your eyes widened. Not out of fear. But out of anticipation.

“Your heart is beating so fast right now, bunny…” he muttered. He locked his gaze on your pyjama bottoms and hooked his index finger into the fabric to pull it aside. He moaned when your scent hit him even stronger.

Without any hesitation, he buried his face between your legs, his tongue darting out to lick over your slit. You arched your back. Oh… You were wet. That’s what he was smelling. You were wet from…

“O-oh…” Valko closed his mouth around your clit, suckling gently and rhythmically.

“Fuck…” he mumbled against your pussy. “You smell so good…”

He licked you as if his life depended on it, exploring every last inch of your cunt. When he lapped your juices up and groaned, you dug your nails into the mattress. Was…was he even aware of what he was doing right now? What…what it was doing to you?

Oh God, if he kept going, you… Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he focused his attention on your clit again. Teasing little bites, licks, circular movements… You wanted his mischievous tongue to never stop.

“Oh… Valko… oh God… please… ah…”

Pleasure crept up your spine, pooling in your lower abdomen, the sudden heat making you spread your legs even further to invite him in. But then…he pulled away.

“This is new. Certainly interesting. I like that scent. I want to know what caused i—”

“W-wha-… don’t you dare stop now!” You reached for him with trembling hands, threading your fingers through his soft hair and forcing his head back down. Valko laughed against your cunt, making you gasp when he wrapped his arms around your hips and continued his meal, answering your plea. He feasted on you like a starving wolf, like you were the most delicious dessert he had ever been offered.

You hooked your legs around his head, careful not to squeeze him too hard, bucking your hips up to meet his pampering, and it was his moan sending gentle vibrations to your pussy that made you drop over the edge.

You came against his tongue, pulsing and thrashing, pure bliss rippling through you, all the while Valko tightened his steel grip around you, drinking up your slick like a man stranded in the desert.

“Oh my god…” you whispered when your high subsided, and you slowly came back to your senses. Your wolf released you and crawled back up to embrace you. “You… you need to do that again. That was amazing.”

Valko chuckled. “What were you doing on your phone that it got you so worked up? I heard you slam it on the bed so hard you almost broke your screen.”

You sucked your lower lip between your teeth, blood biting at your cheeks. “Um… I was reading werewolf smut.”

Valko laughed. Loud enough, in fact, to startle you. He let go of you and almost fell out of bed with how much he was rolling around in it.

“Valko! Stop laughing!”

“S-sorry…” He cracked up even more, tears spilling from his gorgeous eyes. It took him a full minute to calm down enough to wipe his cheeks and take a deep breath. You crossed your arms before your chest, pouting.

“You know, next time…you can just ask me if you’re curious about the wolf part, you know?”

Your face burned up even more. “Valko?”

“Hmm?” He nuzzled into you, inhaling your scent.

“About the knotting thing…”

He froze almost instantaneously, that ravenous look in his yellow eyes returning. “Oh, bunny. Keep talking about it, and you’ll find out.”

You clenched your legs. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

Valko captured your lips in a hungry kiss and grinned against your mouth. Oh… this was going to be a long night.

your cheek was smushed against a pillow and you were drooling and whining into it as caleb rammed into you from behind, his hands holding your hips in a tight grip.

you were still in the process of getting over the flu, your body still slightly weak, but you hadn’t been able to stop yourself from jumping calebs bones after he came home all sweaty from a workout.

you moaned into the pillow, your stomach fluttering as he increased his pace. caleb held your hand behind your back gently, the simple action making the experience a million times more intimate for both of you.

“fuckk, pips, so pretty.” he moaned out, hand kneading the skin of your hip as he pressed into you harder.

you whined in response, words escaping you as your lower stomach tightened in the same familiar way that it did every time you two were together like this.

what wasn’t familiar though was the sudden fuzziness in your vision and the ringing in your ears that drowned out calebs mumbled praises.

you tried to push up onto your hands and knees with your one available hand in hopes that that might clear your head, but found yourself too weak to do so.

“‘leb-” caleb heard you mumble, thinking you were just moaning his name like usual. he hummed and thrust into you harder, his hips hitting your ass and making a slapping noise echo through the room.

“yeah baby? feels good?” his thumb softly rubbed the back of your hand.

you huffed out a breath and tried to lift your head, but it stayed firmly planted on the pillow like it was weighed down with bricks.

caleb was rambling about how he was about to cum in your sweet pussy when your hand relaxed in his and your torso was slipping down towards the bed, which was unusual. he knew you well. too well, you might argue. he knew normally when you were close you gripped his hand and tensed up, you never let go of his hand and relaxed your body.

he frowned and tapped your hip gently. “pips?”

with no response he pulled out of you gently and let go of your hand and hip. with nothing holding you up now, you flopped forward against the bed.

calebs heart rate spiked when he saw you laying limp on the bed, his mind sharpening as he looked you over. he flipped you over onto your back, rubbing your cheek gently in an attempt to get you to wake up.

as he stroked your soft skin, he noticed that you were visibly paler than normal. “hey- hey, baby. shit did you pass out? what did i do-”

with no reaponse from you, he gently pulled your hair away from your face and neck, seeing sweat starting to form on the nape of your neck and your hairline. he looked at the clock on the wall and devided that if you weren’t awake in the next minute he would call an ambulance.

when you started to come back to, your head was spinning something fierce. it took you a long moment to orient yourself in the room, lifting your arm up to rub your eyes, the limb heavier than you’d ever felt it.

“ughh.” you groan and look to your side where caleb looks down at you nervously. “cay?”

“hi pretty. you passed out, do you feel alright?” he asks slowly, enunciating the words just in case your brain is still muddled from being unconscious.

you swallow, your throat dry and scratchy. “need wat-”

before you can finish the sentence, caleb is helping you sit up slowly, supporting your back and holding a glass of cold water to your lips. “drink slowly so you don’t choke.”

you drink half the glass of water, ending up with water dribbling from your mouth. caleb wipes the water from your chin after setting the glass down. “feelin’ alright now?”

he gently fluffs the pillows behind you before leaning you back against them carefully.

you nod and lean your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your nose against his warm neck and causing goosebumps to rise in your wake. “mhm. i’m sorr-”

“huh, weird, i must’ve gotten something stuck in my ear- i knooow i’m not hearing my beautiful, sweet, perfect wife apologizing for passing out.” caleb interrupts, peppering kisses against the top of your head.

“no apologizin’ for that, yeah? i’m wayyy more worried about you being okay than us finishing what we started.”

you sigh in relief, melting into him, appreciative of how understanding he was. your skin was starting to lose the prickling sensation and your vision and hearing were returning to normal.

after a few minutes of quiet cuddling filled with caleb softly running his fingers up and down your arm and you leaving soft kisses on his neck in thanks, you spea. “i’m okay, really. i think the position got to me, blood going to my head, y’know? plus im still getting over being sick, soo that probably didn’t help.”

he nodded and looked down at you, hair falling in his eyes slightly. “let’s set up a safeword. ooorr a secret-sex-stopping handshake just in case this becomes a habit.” he jokes before his voice takes on a serious tone that you rarely get to hear. “i can’t handle thinking i hurt you again.”

the two of you pondered about safewords and handshakes for a bit, giggling at the ridiculous suggestions made on both sides. in the middle of caleb listing off types of aircrafts you could use for a safeword, he looks down at you only to find you asleep.

caleb held you through the night, continually checking on you to make sure you were alright. despite your reassurances that you were fine, he was still worried about your sudden fainting. he kept a thumb on the pulse point of your neck, holding his breath to count your heartbeats to make sure your heart wasn’t racing.

for weeks caleb was unnecessarily cautious in bed, always quadruple checking that you knew the safe word, the sex-stopping handshake- because you would definitely use that- and he made sure you knew to tell him if anything was off.

anytime you shifted a bit during sex or you made a sound that indicated more pain than pleasure, he would immediately stop and badger you with questions- “are you okay?” “want me to stop?” “need a break?”.

after he stopped sex three times in one round to check on you, you finally snapped at him. “caleb xia if you don’t stop treating me like i’m made of glass i swear i will banish you to the couch and make you listen to me fuck my dildo all night.”

…yeah, that fixed your sex life real quick.

a/n pt2: lets pls just ignore that you normally pass out bc of blood going away from your head quickly, not the opposite (what happened in this….)😟um. i have no excuse for doing it backwards, i forgot !! so, ermmm oopsies?

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You try and fail to wedge your finger under the fishing net wrapped around his tail. It's cutting into his skin in multiple places, and that's why he's bleeding. It takes at least fifteen minutes to cut the net off, and he complains and wiggles the entire time. As soon as the last piece is removed, you get up and back away.

"You're free, shoo," you say, and walk back up the beach to where your little tent stands valiantly against the whipping wind.

The cold season is harsher than usual, and you almost find yourself regretting the decision to camp here. It's beautiful, though; you can't deny that. You eat a quick warm dinner, pack away the leftovers, and bundle yourself into your sleeping bag. You dream of the ocean, of the salty tide rolling in right next to your sleeping bag. You wake up with a start and find your tent is open. Not because the zip somehow gave out, but because of a large hole torn in the side. A hole that had been stoppered by the thick body of a familiar mer.

The cuts from the fishing line are healing fast, already turning into scabs. He's fast asleep with an assortment of wrappers and gnawed plastic around him. He's eaten your leftovers and half a bag of protein bars. Oat crumbs stick to his lips.

"Really?" You say. "This is what I get for helping you?"

His eyes flutter open, and he regards you for a moment before scooting over and lying on you with a groan of contentment. With his size and the fat he's stored up for winter, he's heavy. Somehow you manage to push him off to the side. He grabs you with one hand and drags you into him. You want to protest, but then you realize how toasty he is. You tuck yourself against his side, shivering in your sleeping bag.

"Don't think I'm letting you off the hook," you warn. "Tomorrow we're going to have a talk about breaking into people's tents."

When morning comes, you have another look at the hole in the tent and realize it's a little too precise to have been caused by the mer. You normally don't have run-ins with other humans thanks to how remote the beach is. You look at the hole and then at the seal mer.

"Were you protecting me?"

“there was traffic! and i ended up just staying through their whole shift, because—”

“i’m not fallin’ for your little tricks today, so you can cut it out already.” he takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, firmly forcing you to meet his heated gaze. “our house is spotless because of me. my hard work. it’s time for you to return the favor.”

his hand engulfs yours, and the familiar warmth of resonance flows through you.

caleb gives, you take, just like usual. he lets his power becomes yours and smiles at the sight.

this time, his reasoning is far from selfless.

“don’t hurt yourself.”

it’s his command for you to start.

whimpering quietly, you sink down on his thick, hard length, breathing slowly while your body accommodates the stretch. 

by now, your core is more than used to him—his size, his girth, his occasional punishing pace—but now, you hold the reins. mastering the monster bullying the rawest parts of you? it’s almost as big an adjustment as your first time together.  

he watches you brazenly as you start your own rhythm, maneuvering yourself with timid, exploratory drags up and down. when you channel his evol, harnessing gravity to inch yourself up ever so slowly, you can feel his hot, tender skin slipping past your walls, promising never to leave you for very long. and each time that invisible force tugs you right back down? he grows a little bit bigger inside you. 

a sharp hit to your backside disrupts your unsure movements, the loud crack resounding through the otherwise quiet bedroom. “you think you'll get any leverage like that? hold onto me harder. push at my chest if you need to. i can barely feel you.” 

gritting your teeth at his wanton order, you bury your nails deeper into his skin. you tell yourself you don’t care if it hurts—he deserves it—but eye him with caution all the same. “i’m trying, caleb. you know i’m not used to this. i’m already getting tired. i’m not as strong as you.”

he tsks, knocking on your temple twice with his knuckles. “a fact hardly works as flattery.”

“i—”

“you say you’re sooo tired,” he drawls. “how? i’m doing all the work, just like always.” to prove his point, he flicks a hand in the air. your head tilts forward at his command, and he puppeteers you down for a heated kiss.

he pulls back once your air supply starts to wane, only to narrow his eyes as your skin smacks together once again. “i may get tired, letting you use me like this, but don’t think you can stop if i drift off for a sec. we’re in this for long haul. you can stop when…if…i say so.” 

“can you at least help me?” even with his support, your thighs still burn like hell. 

“if you’d helped me this afternoon, i’d be rewarding you right now. you’d be moaning my name even louder than normal.” 

“caleb, please,” you whine. “what else do you want me to do?”

“just keep going,” he says smugly. “i did allll the work earlier. i’m not doing a single thing ‘til you prove you can pull your own weight. right now, i’m just gonna sit back and enjoy my luxury view.” 

grumbling, you swipe at his neck but keep moving, gasping when the slight curve of him brushes just right against that special spot. 

“are you getting close?” he purrs. “good. go faster.”

faster? since his outright refusal to help you, you’ve made enough squelches and smacks to make an erotica author blush. lines of muscle and stores of fat ripple with every slam down on him. how are you supposed to go faster? 

“i can’t! this is as fast as i can— i can’t go any faster, caleb.” 

your cries fill his ears, and he leans in close to murmur in yours. “make me come, and i’ll let you stop. but unless you go faster, i’ll hold everything back. we’ll be here all night. i promise you that.”

you’re babbling now at the weight of his threat, spearing yourself up and down on his length too fast to even sneak words in between. each time you rise and fall in the air, all you can smell, all you can taste, is sex. you and him, him and you. both of you, together.

despite his bravado, his head falls forward on the hardest bounce yet, slumping against your sweat-slick shoulder. he doesn't hesitate to mouth at the damp skin, groaning as his thighs finally start to tremble beneath you.

“good,” he hisses. “so, so good.” an open-mouthed kiss sears your collarbone. “can you feel it? how close i am? you’ll feel all of it soon. don’t stop.”

“not gonna stop,” you slur, shaking your head frantically. “just hurry, please. i can’t hold on, i can’t, i—”

strong arms wrap around your back and yank you downward. fully seated on his spasming cock, you feel the heat first—then the unsteady bursts flowing inside you. 

each thick spurt flooding in, claiming all of you, plays its part in sending you over the edge. before his high loses momentum, your muscles clamp down on him, forcing all of what’s left into your deepest depths. 

gasping to catch your breath, you all but mewl into his keen ears. “there’s so much…so much…we need to wash the sheets before we go to be—”

big, warm hands squeeze the flesh of your thighs, hovering you threateningly above his still-soaked tip. that cruel, cunning smirk you’ve come to dread curves his full lips. “i said you could stop when you made me come,” he murmurs lowly. 

Caught red-handed, there's a lengthy pause from him—then, he just chuckles, warm and soothing. It crawls through your ear and shoots straight to your gut, settling there and beginning to burn.

"What else am I meant t'do when—ugh, fuck—my perfect girl is talking to me in such a degrading way?"

Your cheeks run hot with shame. Sputtering for an answer, you clench your fists and try to ignore the way your cunt is starting to flutter wildly at his words.

"How long have you been…?"

"Mnnggh… do the specifics really matter, pips?" You can just hear his shit-eating grin through the phone. "Let's jus' say I love listening to my girl talk. That's—haah!—that's all."

Caleb seems to take your lack of response as permission to continue. Now that his secret's out, he seems to let go a little, all rough breaths and throaty groans. Underneath the layer of his melodic sounds is the unmistakable plap, plap, plap of his calloused hand meeting the base of his cock. You wipe away the drool beginning to collect at the corner of your mouth.

"God, pips, why'd'ya have to be so far away?" Caleb's gripes are muffled by his moans as he chases his release. "Fuck, you hear me gettin' off t'ya? Listen to what you do t'me, pretty girl. Just your voice and I'm gone. All f'you, pips, hahh—fuck."

Your fingers are moving without you realizing, slowly starting to circle your clit. Your moans are softer than Caleb's, barely even there, but he notices. He always does. And he revels in it.

"Yeah? You touchin' yourself f'me, pips? Gettin' yourself all nice and wet for me? C'mon, big girl, use your words."

Spurred on by his encouragement, you dip a finger inside yourself, wishing it was his thick fingers instead. You can't get enough of his gruff tone, so close to spilling his cum all over his hands, and fuck—it should be you he's cumming in—

"C-caleb… need you…"

"Dontcha worry, pretty girl, you got me," he groans, your stomach doing backflips at his voice; it's choked up, raw, desperate.

"I'm all yours, 'kay? When I visit you next—ohh, fuckin' hell—I'll remind ya just how much I belong t'you. Like a dog."