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but the scene im imagining doesn’t fit to Tom in the slightest. I want it to be forbidden romance, aka the princess sneaking her guard knight into her bedchambers after nightfall, stealing a few rare solitary moments they get to share every day.

but I need him to be shy and nervous about it. bad idea, you know? if he got caught kissing the heiress to the throne, the princess and father’s darling—you—he’d face a fate worse than death.

I need him to deny her advances for weeks, to deliberately not use her first name when speaking to her—trying to keep it formal and fix the boundaries of your relationship before it’s too late.

corsets are uncomfortable and suffocating, especially after having worn them for hours—everybody knows that. it comes in quite conveniently when you need help loosening the tightly bound laces, and all your maids have apparently vanished into thin air.

the only person you can ask is him—standing guard before your door, unmoving, always on high alert. you’d asked your father for him to be the only one watching over you—and how would your benevolent father ever deny his precious girl? so he allowed you to occupy one of his best knights elsewhere in the castle.

you knew he’d do everything to protect you, always. even if that means denying the obvious spark between you two. the rasp in his voice whenever he speaks your name—which he hasn’t done in over a month.

he is just in need of a little encouragement—perhaps his bare fingers brushing over your back as he undoes your corset could help?

and he does struggle to keep it professional—of course he does. a knight who doesn’t as much as flinch when his opponent draws a sword, now gently tugging at the strings with trembling hands.

he is aware what it means if he were to be seen within the sacred four walls of your room. if he were to be seen touching the bare skin of your back, tracing the smooth dip of your spine. if anyone—hell, he hopes it’s a mere fairytale—could read his thoughts.

death would greet him.

this time though, he does not deny you your kiss. and hell be damned, if you so wished, he’d gladly give you another.

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but the scene im imagining doesn’t fit to Tom in the slightest. I want it to be forbidden romance, aka the princess sneaking her guard knight into her bedchambers after nightfall, stealing a few rare solitary moments they get to share every day.

but I need him to be shy and nervous about it. bad idea, you know? if he got caught kissing the heiress to the throne, the princess and father’s darling—you—he’d face a fate worse than death.

I need him to deny her advances for weeks, to deliberately not use her first name when speaking to her—trying to keep it formal and fix the boundaries of your relationship before it’s too late.

corsets are uncomfortable and suffocating, especially after having worn them for hours—everybody knows that. it comes in quite conveniently when you need help loosening the tightly bound laces, and all your maids have apparently vanished into thin air.

the only person you can ask is him—standing guard before your door, unmoving, always on high alert. you’d asked your father for him to be the only one watching over you—and how would your benevolent father ever deny his precious girl? so he allowed you to occupy one of his best knights elsewhere in the castle.

you knew he’d do everything to protect you, always. even if that means denying the obvious spark between you two. the rasp in his voice whenever he speaks your name—which he hasn’t done in over a month.

he is just in need of a little encouragement—perhaps his bare fingers brushing over your back as he undoes your corset could help?

and he does struggle to keep it professional—of course he does. a knight who doesn’t as much as flinch when his opponent draws a sword, now gently tugging at the strings with trembling hands.

he is aware what it means if he were to be seen within the sacred four walls of your room. if he were to be seen touching the bare skin of your back, tracing the smooth dip of your spine. if anyone—hell, he hopes it’s a mere fairytale—could read his thoughts.

death would greet him.

this time though, he does not deny you your kiss. and hell be damned, if you so wished, he’d gladly give you another.

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AUTHORS NOTE — this is the filthiest thing i’ve ever written- sorry not sorry !!! the idea just came to me out of the blue and i just HAD to sit down and write it all in one go GIGGLES i hope y’all like it !! please don’t hesitate to like, comment and reblog, if you enjoyed it ! MWUAH

18+ - Klaus Mikaelson x Reader - 7.4k words

You accuse Klaus of using you, he reacts differently than you’d expect.

Warnings: pwp (plot if you squint, really), smut - filthy, filthy smut - irregular use of past and present tense (its my downfall, y’all, sorry), swear words, dirty talk, oral (male receiving), fingering (female receiving), rough sex, biting, multiple orgasms, restraining of limbs, overstimulation, slight dub-con(?), consensual sex, squirting, penis-in-vagina sex, breeding, size kink if you squint, unsafe sex (wrap it up, pookies!), teasing idiots in love that can’t say their feelings out loud, klaus being klaus, a little fluff snuck in their all on its own oops, not proofread, spelling and grammar mistakes

You’re sitting by the fire at the Salvatore boarding-house, reading a book, when a loud, demanding voice pulls you from your thoughts, breaking your concentration. Ruining your moment of peace.

“Where’s Damon?” The familiar British accent immediately gives its owner away: Klaus.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, instead closing the book - taking a mental note of the page number - before looking up.

He steps into the living room, eyes immediately finding your form on the couch. He’s in a bad mood. Great, you think.

“I don’t know, Klaus.” Your tone is sharp, yet respectful. Pissing him off when he’s in a bad mood is not a good idea. Although he’s never hurt you specifically, he’s hurt your friends plenty of times, and that’s enough warning for you.

He huffs, crossing his arms almost like a child, you think. You’d think he’d matured by now, having lived for over a thousand years, but no, he was impossibly immature sometimes.

Klaus just glares at you for a moment, and you glare back. Not one to back down so easily. Then he plops himself down in the armchair across from you, eyes narrowing as he looks at you almost suspiciously.

The two of you sit in silence for what seems like several minutes, and you feel yourself growing more and more annoyed. In the end, you're the one to break the silence.

“Is there anything else I can help you with, Klaus?” Voice even sharper than before.

He doesn't answer you right away, his eyes instead roaming over your form. Almost like he’s studying you. It's unnerving, and makes you sit up straighter.

He huffs once more, mirroring you, by sitting up straighter, too. “Just wondering where Damon is, love.”

Your heart betrays you then, fluttering slightly at the nickname. You will it to stop. You’re not special, you remind yourself. He calls every woman that. Not that you want to be special. That’s what you tell yourself, at least.

If he picks up on your heartbeat, he says nothing. You just hope he didn't notice; too busy being suspicious or annoyed, or whatever he’s feeling.

You shift a little on the couch, but refuse to look away. Refuse to back down.

“I don’t know where he is. Sorry,” You quickly add the last part, not wanting to egg him on.

“Don’t know, or won’t tell?” He doesn’t believe you. And why should he? You're on opposite sides. Enemies.

Elena is your friend, Stefan her boyfriend. Damon is your ally by default. Not that you particularly like him. Still, that doesn’t mean you want him dead - or whatever Klaus has planned for him.

“What makes you so sure I'd tell you if I knew?” The words leave your lips before you have a chance to think them over. Challenging him.

For a moment, he stills. Jaw clenching. Then, he smiles. A devious thing, head tilted just barely to the left, as his eyes pierce yours. He’s amused.

“You never were a very good liar,” He pauses, the smile growing. “At least, not with me.”

His words hit you like a gust of wind, making your resolve falter. Your own eyes narrowing, ears burning. You can only hope your face isn’t heating up too. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

His words are.. somewhat true. Not that you’d ever admit to it out loud.

These days, your friends hardly included you in their schemes. At least, not when Klaus was involved. But it hadn’t always been like that.

In the beginning, Damon had asked you to distract Klaus, and more than once. Every single time, you’d end up breaking, and telling him the truth. Betraying Damon, and your friends.

The first time it happened, you were sure Damon would kill you. Snap your neck, or something worse. Stefan and Elena had talked him down, convincing him that it wasn’t your fault. You were just a human, and Klaus was a thousand year old vampire. Powerful, terrifying. They’d even scolded him for using you in the first place.

You were only used for emergencies, after that. Five times, you’d been the distraction, and all five times, you’d caved to him. But not out of fear, as your friends assumed. No, you’d caved because of his charm.

The way he’d smile at you, so genuine, and almost affectionate. At the way his eyes would light up, just for a second, when you had approached him, before hardening once more. Never unfriendly, but closed off, still. Each time, his walls would crumble, little by little, and so would yours.

The last time it happened, you’d been told to distract him at The Grill. Keep him occupied, while Damon was snooping around in his apartment. He’d smiled, once his eyes caught yours, blue eyes piercing through you, as you sat down besides him.

You always felt as though he knew exactly what you were doing, even if he didn’t say it out loud. He was far too perceptive not to, you thought.

As they began talking, the way he was looking at you, it made your entire body flush with something unnamed. Looking at you with such- genuine, unabashed interest, as you droned on and on about something entirely inconsequential.

When he’d allowed you to speak for what seemed like an eternity, and you’d finally ran out of stuff to say, he’d just- looked at you with a knowing smile. Eyes gleaming with amusement, with mischief. And then he called you out.

“You’ve been a wonderful distraction, love,” His smirk had almost taken your breath away. “But, I think it’s time for you to stop this little charade, and tell me what your friends are planning this time.” He spoke with such finality, knowing you’d break down, and tell him what he wanted. As you always did.

And you had done just that. Little to no persuasion needed. He’d smiled, thanked you and left you at the bar, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. Wondering why he had such a hold on you, when you were supposed to hate him.

That was the last time your friends had included you in their plans. After that, you were kept on the sideline whenever Klaus was involved.

You blink a few times. So caught up in your memories, you realized you’ve completely zoned out. Klaus is looking at you with a smug expression on his face. Lips curled into something devilish.

You feel the words catching in your throat, not sure how to respond to his words. They’re true, of course they are, but you don’t want to admit it. Least of all to him.

Your mouth opens and closes for a few moments, before staying shut, finally lowering your head, avoiding his eyes. Ashamed.

Hair falling in front of your face, to hide your shame.

He chuckles, a low, almost cruel thing. Clearly amused by your reaction, and your sudden lack of words. He’s enjoying this, you realize. Making you speechless. You should hate him for it, but you can’t find it in yourself.

You feel his eyes on you, even when you’re not looking. Studying you, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Your fingers begin fumbling with a loose thread on your pajama pants. Suddenly painfully aware of yourself, and what you’re wearing.

Your hair is loose, and slightly disheveled from moving against the velvet cushions on the couch. You discarded your sweater hours ago, now lying on the rug between the two of you, almost under the coffee table. Underneath it, a black top, trimmed with lace. Your pajama pants loose, the fabric thin, and almost see through. Almost.

You’re not wearing a bra, either. Why would you? You’re the only one here, both Stefan and Damon having left hours ago. You wanted to relax, to curl up on the couch, and read. Be alone.

But now you're not alone: Klaus is here, his eyes roaming your body, drinking in your every movement. No doubt listening to the rapid beating of your heart, and the way your pulse seems to have quickened under his gaze.

You gulp down on a lump of air, eyes still trained on the book in your hands. Still not able to look up and meet his gaze.

“Look at me.” He says. Demands. You obey, no hesitation. It only furthers your embarrassment. Your head tilts back up, face no longer obscured by your hair.

The way he looks at you, it’s almost too much.

Klaus is leaning back in the armchair, like a king would his throne. Relaxed, smug. His entire face lid up by the devious smirk splaying on his lips. He looks positively terrifying. Yet, you find yourself not scared, but almost.. enthralled, instead. Your body leaning towards him, entirely by instinct. He’s like a magnet, drawing you in.

“There she is,” He says, voice barely a whisper, almost as if speaking to himself. His eyes willing yours to look into his. If you weren’t wearing vervain, you’d probably wonder whether he was compelling you or not.

“Now tell me the truth, love. Where is Damon?” His voice is no longer annoyed, but instead dripping with amusement. He has you right where he wants you. He knew it, you knew it.

“He left with Stefan hours ago.” The words spill off your lips before you even have a chance to think about it.

“And where did he go, love?” Eyes narrowing very slightly, still not entirely convinced you wouldn’t try and deceive him again.

“I don’t know..” You trailed off, teeth biting down to nibble on your lower lip. A nervous habit of yours. “I promise.”

For what seemed like an eternity, Klaus just stared at you. Stared through you. His smile had faltered, the suspicion now back with full force. You shrunk slightly under his gaze, the power he had over you undeniable. Finally, he smiled. A lazy thing. But his eyes didn’t leave you.

“I believe you,” Pausing, as his face tilted, studying you. “But I do wonder..” Voice trailing off, now lazying on his chair (throne), legs spread out, arms on each rest. Staring you down, your eyes still unable to leave him.

“Why are you so loyal to them? You’re nothing but a pawn. Something to be used, and then discarded when you’ve outrun your use.”

If his earlier words had hit you like a gust of wind, this time, they hit you like a slap to the face. Deep down, you knew it wasn’t true. Elena and Stefan, they cared for you. They were your friends. Even Damon seemed to care, in his own, twisted way.

But coming from Klaus, the words seemed so.. final. They seemed true, and it made you question yourself.

“That’s..” You didn’t know how to respond. What to say, or how to deny it. What if it was true? What if you were just that; a pawn? Someone, something, to be used, and then tossed aside?

You felt the corners of your eyes beginning to sting. No doubt glazed over. You refused to cry in front of him; refused to give him the satisfaction.

Suddenly, you feel anger bubbling up inside of you. Anger directed at him, and not at your friends.

“And what about you?” Your eyes still trained on him, when you continue, “You use me. You use me, and then throw me away.” Your whole body now shaking with anger.

His face changes in an instant. Where his lips were once curled up in a smirk, they’re now a straight line. His jaw clenched, his whole face tense. Eyes darkening. Cold. The walls back up. He’s angry, you realize.

Why is he angry with you?

In a blur of motion, he’s left the chair. Standing right in front of the couch, glaring down at you with an almost murderous expression. For a second, you fill with dread. You poked the bear, and now he was going to hurt you.

But instead, he leans down, body and face, inching closer and closer to your own. You can’t move, suddenly frozen. Glued to your spot on the couch. All you can do is look at him, and gulp down a big lump of air. Your pulse impossibly fast, same as your heart.

His hands find the backrest, his arms now caging you in. His face is so close, that you can feel his breath on your skin, causing goosebumps to appear on any and all exposed skin. His scent engulfs you, causing your eyes to flutter. Lashes tickling your cheeks for mere moments. His cologne, something earthy and expensive, mixed with something that's just.. him. Musky, warm. Manly.

You smell whiskey, too. And something else. Copper. Your heart skips several beats. Blood.

You should be frightened, should want to escape. Instead, your thighs begin to rub against each other, entirely subconsciously. On instinct. You’ve never felt so ashamed in your life.

If he notices, he says nothing. He just keeps glaring down on you, jaw clenched, lips in a thin line. For what feels like an eternity, he does that. You stare back, helpless. Then, he opens his mouth. He’s angry.

“You think I use you?” His voice barely above a whisper. He’s not angry, he’s seething. “You dare compare me to those.. imbeciles, you call your friends?” You gasp.

“I would never use you,” This time his voice is laced with something else, now. A gentleness, perhaps? Your ears must be betraying you, your mind trying to trick you.

“All those times you came to me, distracting me,” So he does know. Are you even surprised?

“I allowed you to do just that. Distract me. Did it ever occur to you why I would do such a thing?” Your brows furrow, searching towards the middle of your face. What’s that supposed to mean?

He leans impossibly closer, his breath but a whisper on your lips. A promise..

Blue eyes searching your face, faltering to your lips several times, before catching your eyes once more. “You..” His eyes fall to your lips, seemingly lost for words. Klaus Mikaelson, lost for words. Now that’s a first.

Something awakens inside of you. Something almost primal. Before you can think further of it, or begin to second-guess yourself, you’ve wrapped your arms around his neck, and pressed your lips to his in a searing kiss. Eyes closed, your knees now on the cushions, body leaning up, trying to get closer. Needing to get closer.

He seems taken aback; but the hesitation disappears just as quickly as it appeared. In another blur of motion - no doubt with the help of his supernatural abilities - you’ve switched places.

Now he is the one sitting on the couch, you in his lap, legs straddling his left thight. Your arms around his neck, his around your waist, pulling you snug against his chest.

His grip is possessive, his lips demanding. The kiss all teeth and tongue. Your hands quickly find their way up into his blonde curls, tugging desperately. You feel the growl in his chest, before you feel it on your lips.

His hands are on your hips, grinding your core down against his thigh. You gasp into the kiss, the jolt of arousal shooting through you, so powerful, one would think you’d been struck by lightning.

You’re no doubt soaked already, and the thin fabric of your pants are doing absolutely nothing to hide your slick from him. You don’t have time to feel embarrassed, too busy grinding down on him, as his hands guide you.

Needing air, you pull yourself from his lips. Panting, and your eyes still closed.

“You’re stunning, love..” Your eyes open at that, and the image that greets you almost takes your breath away.

Klaus is looking at you with unabashed affection and arousal, lips parted, and kiss-swollen, cheeks heated, pupils dilated. Slightly out of breath.

You feel your heartstrings tugging, and though you try to push it away, it stays in the back of your mind the whole time.

You’re blushing, you're sure of it. In fact, you’re pretty sure you’re flushed from your chest, up your neck, and all the way to your ears. His eyes seem to drink it in.

Too embarrassed to have him looking at you like that for any longer, you dive back in for another kiss. This time with even more passion than the first time. Teeth nipping gently at his lower lip, fingers carting through his curls, tugging a little harder than before.

He seems to like this, judging from the growl emitting from deep within his chest. A growl that turns into a moan. It’s like music to your ears, and you feel yourself grinding down against his thigh with almost feverish movements. The rough fabric of his jeans, even through your own layer of clothes, rubbing deliciously against your core. He seems to like this, too.

His left hand leaves your hip, and instead starts trailing up your side. His touch feather-like, and so sensual, you feel your whole body shivering with anticipation. “So responsive..” he whispers against your lips, before trailing them down your jaw, and the front of your throat.

You crane your neck, instantly allowing him to continue. His grip on your now positively bruising.

“So needy,” his hand keeps trailing up your ribs, fingers nearing your breasts. You gasp, when he cups the plump flesh through your shirt. He hums in approval. Your nipples are already painfully hard, but they seem to peak even further, at his touch.

You’re practically rutting against him now, causing him to tut mockingly against your throat.

“Impatient, too.” He’s mocking you, and deriving immense pleasure from it.

With just the one hand on your hip, he stills your movement. Sometimes it’s easy to forget just how strong he is, what with his lean figure. But he is. Impossibly strong.

But instead of being scared, you feel your walls clenching. Your underwear no doubt soaked. For a short moment, you wonder if he can smell it; your arousal. But, you’re quickly distracted by Klaus, both hands now on your shirt, ripping the front in half, unceremoniously.

The cold air hits your nipples with such intensity that you instinctively buck forward, seeking his warmth. He stops you, tutting at you. Eyes gleaming with mischief and desire, as he’s now pulled away from your throat, instead looking at you with a wolf-like grin.

You shiver under his gaze, eyes freely roaming your newly exposed skin. “Beautiful..” he mumbles, mostly to himself, it seems. Before you can shy away, or cover your breasts, he’s pouncing. Lips wrapping around one nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, his hand twists the other, boarding on the side of painful, yet so delicious.

You moan, loudly, bucking into his touch. Hands going back to play with the curls at the nape of his neck. Pulling, tugging. His control seems to falter at that, and suddenly you feel his fangs grazing the sensitive skin around your nipple.

You gasp, and he pulls away, just a mere inches. Eyes so blown out with desire, the blue has almost disappeared. “Careful, love,” he whispers into your skin, as his lips begin kissing their way up the valley of your breasts. Both hands now massaging the plump flesh, fingers tugging at your nipples in between tender touches.

As his mouth makes its way to your throat, he begins nipping at the skin with blunt teeth, sucking small marks into your exposed flesh. He’s marking you, you realize. Marking you in places where everyone will be able to see, unless you deliberately cover them up. 

It sends a thrill through your body, and a shiver down your spine. Fingers tightening their grip on his curls, needing to anchor yourself to him

“You like it, don’t you, love?” Pausing only to nip at your jaw. “Like it when I mark you like this.” You can do nothing but whimper, and nod your head weakly. That isn’t enough for him, and he twists your nipples so hard, the pain almost overtakes the pleasure. You quickly correct your mistake.

“Yes-” Your voice shakes as you finally answer his question, not able to form a coherent sentence, so you opt for a single word. He smiles against your skin, “Good girl.”

Oh god. You whimper again; a needy little, breathless thing. His smile grows against your jaw, as it travels to your ear, teeth nipping at your earlobe, teasingly, “You like that too?” This time you immediately use your words.

“Y-yes..” even shakkier than before. He hums approvingly into your ear, kissing the sensitive skin just below, before pulling his face away, to look down at his work.

Your skin is flushed, your body visibly shaking with arousal. There’s small marks, bruises, everywhere; on your collarbones, your throat, trailing all the way up your neck. Your nipples raw and red from all the tugging and twisting. Klaus looks at you almost in awe, lips parted, before his eyes find yours. “Fuck, love..” he sounds absolutely wrecked already. Just as you feel. But, you need more. Need him.

Despite his earlier warning, your hips jerk forward, rutting your slick, throbbing core against his thigh, just once. His eyes immediately follow the movement, and for a split second, you can see his resolve crumbling, you can see him fighting himself. And it lights a fire inside of you.

Leaning in, you begin to kiss down his throat, hands trailing down the front of his shirt, feeling the taut muscles underneath the fabric. When your hands reach his pants, you suck your own little bruise into his skin, just beneath his jaw. You know it’ll disappear in an instant, but you just can’t help yourself.

Klaus grunts, a rough, needy sound, and you know you’re close. Close to breaking his resolve, and making him lose control.

Shaky hands find his skin, now under his shirt, touching him with the same amount of fever, as he just did you. Your lips now planting kisses on the small patch of skin made visible by the deep cut of his shirt.

He grunts again, one hand cradling the back of your head, seemingly determined to stay in control, in some capacity. His other hand on the small of your back. So close, you think to yourself.

Your hands trail their way back down his stomach, feeling his muscles tighten underneath her fingers, as they make their way down to his jeans. With deft fingers, you pop open the button, and then begin drawing down the zipper.

You look at him, meeting his eyes, lashes fluttering at the intensity of his gaze. “Go on, love..” his voice raw, eyes hooded as he looks at you, giving you his permission. In one smooth movement, you’ve left his thigh, your knees now on the rug, body settled neatly between his legs. Your hands begin tugging at his pants, and he lifts his body, aiding you, as you drag the fabric down to his ankles. Hooded eyes glued to your lips, as you lean in, pressing open mouthed kisses to his clothed cock. Your eyes flutter up to his face, just in time to see his head lull back, resting against the backrest of the couch. A deep, rough groan escaping his lips.

It instantly sends a surge of pride coursing through your body, seeing him react in such a way to you. Your resolve grows, as does your courage, and soon you have him completely bare from the waist down; pants and boxers now pooling at his ankles.

Delicate fingers wrap around his cock, your lips placing a chaste kiss to the head. He groans, and you wrap your lips around him, tongue swirling, collecting the drops of pre-cum already leaking from the slit. He tastes almost musky, and it only spurs you on further.

As your hand wraps around the base of his cock, you begin bobbing your head, mouth taking him further down your throat. He’s panting now, and you feel his hips stuttering slightly underneath you. He’s holding back, letting you set the pace. It makes your heart flutter.

Klaus Mikaelson, the most feared man on earth, is holding back himself, not wanting to hurt you. It’s enough to drive you over the edge, you yourself losing all you control.

You pull back, spitting into the palm of your hand, before wrapping it back around his cock, going up and down and round a few times, before your lips are back around the head, allowing his cock back into the warm, wetness of your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, bobbing your head, tongue twirling. His thighs straining underneath you.

As you move your mouth down his cock, you take him even farther down your throat than before, not stopping until the head hits the back of your throat, your nose nuzzled firmly against the hairs at the base. 

You feel yourself choking around him, the corners of your eyes stinging, before you go back up for air, spit drooling down your jaw. Although, you barely get to inhale, before you’re back on his cock. 

Suddenly, his hands are on the back of your head, cradling your neck, pulling your mouth back onto his cock, right back where it belongs. The head hits the back of your throat, fast, and his hands are now setting the pace; making you gag around his cock, drool spilling out the corners of your mouth, wetting the coarse hairs, trailing down his balls.

You all but moan around his cock, eyes fluttering shut, as you struggle to breathe through your nose, whilst he fucks your face. As you open your eyes, you look up, immediately finding him already looking down on you. Lips parted, panting, eyes black, and hooded.

“There you go, love. This is what you wanted, right?” His voice is rough, practically gravel, and his hands go from cradling your neck, to gathering your hair in a sloppy ponytail. You can’t nod, so you moan around his cock instead.

He growls, before pulling you off of him, and you gasp for air, trying to get as much of it as you possibly can. “Look at you,” his voice mocking, yet, filled with something else, too. Something close to affection. “So beautiful with your lips around my cock,”

While one hand holds onto the ponytail, keeping your head in place, the other goes to your face, his thumb trailing your swollen, spit-covered lips. Eyes lingering, as he parts them, sliding his thumb inside your mouth. Your tongue finds it immediately, twirling the digit, sucking almost obscenely. He seems to like that, giving you a small, approving grunt.

After a few seconds of you sucking his thumb, he removes his hand from your face, instead going down to tear the ripped fabric from your torse, tossing it somewhere behind you.

“Stand.” He commands, letting go of your hair, allowing you to rise from the floor, standing before him, still panting from having your throat used like that.

For a second, he just looks at you, drinking you in. Then he discards his own shirt, kicking off his pants and boxers, throwing it all the same way as your ruined top. He leans back; once more mimicking a king on his throne. His confidence, and his piercing blue eyes, staring at you with such unadulterated desire, it makes you shiver.

“Take off your pants, love.” Another command you immediately obey. Soon enough, you’re standing, dressed only in your underwear. Internally grateful that you’d picked out a cute, lacey pair, this morning. “Very pretty,” he notes, eyeing the fabric. “But ultimately in the way.”

He beckons you to come closer, and you do. Your shaking body lowering yourself onto his lap once more, this time with your thighs planted firmly on either side of his.

Your arms move to once more wrap themselves around his neck, but he stops you, instead moving them behind your back. Not until he’s satisfied you won’t move them, does he remove his hands around your wrists.

“Good girl.” Your breath hitches, and you feel your walls clenching around nothing, for the hundredth time. Your clit throbbing painfully, knowing his cock is so close to where you need it the most.

With one hand on your hip in a possessive grip, his other hand begins trailing down the front of your body, starting at your navel, before making its way closer, and closer to your core. Painfully slow.

You almost forget how to breathe, only remembering to do so, as his fingers finally find the front of your underwear.

He chuckles darkly, eyes on your face, a smug smile splaying on his plump lips. “Did sucking my cock make you this wet, love?” Words seemingly escaping you entirely, only able to nod weakly at his question.

His thumb starts rubbing deftly over your covered clit, and you try desperately to rut it, but his hand on your hip stops you. Klaus chuckles once more. “So needy and impatient,” he teases.

Before you can respond, he’s torn your underwear in half, and thrown it away. The cold air hits your slick, heat, and you gasp, the sensation almost overwhelming. His thumb finds your clit again, rubbing the little nub so slowly, you think you might actually go insane.

“So wet for me..” he mumbles under his breath. You’re not sure if it's for you, or to himself, but either way, it makes your skin flush.

Then he’s running two fingers through your wet folds, lapping at your hole, and you moan so loudly, throwing your head back, you’re sure they can hear you all the way back in town.

“There we go, love..” he compliments, his voice so rough, it sends a shiver down your spine. He ducks his head, lips kissing up your exposed throat, fangs grazing the skin here and there, as he moves two fingers inside of you, thumb still playing with your clit.

The sound that escapes you is pathetic; something between a moan and a whimper, a sound you’ve never heard yourself make before. It’s needy and raw and begging. Pure bliss.

Then he’s moving his fingers, slowly pumping them in and out of your hole, and you lose absolutely all semblance of control. He’s smiling against your skin, as you begin rutting against his thumb, practically fucking yourself on his fingers. And he lets you.

“Take what you need, love,” his voice tender, and filled with so much affection, you swear it makes your heart stop.

He sets up the pace of his fingers, adding a third finger inside of you, and when he finds that special spot inside of you, you can’t help but cry out his name. Almost like a prayer. That seems to only harden his resolve. His thumb begins moving more precisely against your bundle of nerves, and his fingers inside of you are beckoning you closer and closer to the edge. 

The wet noises of your arousal soon fill up the room, and it’s all your ears can seem to focus on. That, and the way Klaus is panting against your neck. It’s all so- filthy. Your orgasm is close, and approaching fast. Faster than you thought possible.

“Look at me.” He commands. When you don’t obey immediately - too wrecked, and focused on chasing your relief - he takes matters into his own hands. Suddenly the grip on your hip is gone, his hand now wrapped around your throat. Possessive, but not too tight. That catches your attention.

Your eyes find his, lips parted, walls clenching around his fingers. The smirk on his lips so devious, you’d think he was the devil himself. Devious, and all sin.

His grip around your throat tightens, cutting off your airflow with precision. With his fingers pumping in and out of you with such speed, it can only be aided on by his supernatural powers, you slowly dissolve into sobs. Whimpering out a string of incoherent pleas and prayers. His name, the only coherent word.

And then you fall over the edge.

Your walls clench down on his fingers, your thighs clamping together around his hand, as you scream out his name, fire erupting from your core, and spreading through your veins. Pleasure coursing through you like a thousand little lighting bolts. Stars and fireworks behind your eyes. Your body taut and shaking, as your hips roll uncontrollably against his hand. You can still feel his thumb on your clit, rubbing gentle circles on the sensitive little bud. It’s almost too much.

Klaus is still pumping his fingers lazily inside of you, still hitting that spongy spot inside of you, from time to time, and you’re practically crying, now. Sobbing his name, as you come down from your never-ending-high.

All the while, he’s kissing your neck tenderly, whispering praise into your skin, telling you how beautiful you look, how he can’t get enough of you moaning his name. 

You’ve somehow managed to keep your hands behind your back this whole time, just as he’d commanded. But in the haze of your intense pleasure, you have to anchor yourself, hands finding the nape of his neck once more, holding onto blonde curls like your life depends on it, as you ride out your mind blowing orgasm.

When he finally pulls his fingers out, you’re trembling, your face in the crook of his neck, panting damp patterns on his skin. Klaus kissing the top of your head, wet fingers tracing soothing patterns on the small of your back, while you try to calm down. “Breathe, love,” he whispers near your ear.

You take a few deep breaths, your body still trembling, as you finally pull back. You must look an absolute mess; mascara smudged, dried spit decorating both the corners of your mouth, and down your jaw. Your entire body flush, and slick with sweat.

His eyes tell a different story. For a split second, they flash yellow, tongue darting out to lick his lips, absentmindedly. He looks just about ready to devour you whole. The thought sends a new wave of arousal through your core, and before either of you can say anything, you’re crashing your lips against his, kissing him with renewed fever.

“Need you- please, Klaus, need you inside me,” is all you manage to say against his lips, your hips already rutting, ready for more.

He wastes no time, and in the blink of an eye, you're lying on the couch, back pressed into the soft cushions, as his hands find your thighs, pulling your knees to your chest, spreading you bare before him.

His eyes trails down, watching your slick folds, and how your hole clenches in anticipation. He all but howls at that. His eyes find yours, searching for any doubt, and you give him none.

Instead, you pull him down for another kiss. This time though, it’s gentle and tender and slow. Relaying to him, all those emotions, you can’t quite put into words. Feelings your heart won’t let you put into words just yet.

Klaus kisses you back, mirroring the slow, tender pace. Hands around your thighs softening. It seems he has things he can’t quite speak out loud, either.

When he pulls back, Klaus looks down at you with something you dare not name. You give him a nod, and that’s all he needs. Your legs stay bent, knees to your chest, as he wraps a hand around his cock, sliding it through your wet folds a few times, gathering your slick on his length. He’s outright moaning now, a low, guttural thing.

“Fuck,” his eyes focused on where the head of his cock is now pressing against your hole, probing. You moan, and his eyes fall back on your face. Capturing your gaze in his, and holding it there, as he continues to move his cock further and further inside of you; the stretch so delicious , you can’t help but clench around him, teeth biting down on your lower lip.

He hisses at that, and bottoms out inside of you, in one, fluid movement. You gasp, arms wrapping around his back, nails digging into his skin so hard, you’re sure to draw blood. “So good for me,” he praises.

Still holding your gaze, he draws back his hips, his cock leaving your wet walls almost entirely, before slamming back inside of you. You can’t help but throw your head back against the couch, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Moaning out his name, as he sets a slow, brutal and precise pace. The head of his cock finds that spongy spot inside of you, that makes you see stars, hitting it over, and over, and over again.

Klaus fucks you painfully slow, savoring every drag of his cock against your warm walls. Grunting and panting above you, until his head comes to rest against your forehead. Both of you are sticky with sweat, none of you cares. 

All you care about right now, is the feeling of his cock inside of you; pulling sounds from your throat you thought yourself entirely incapable of. And all you can do is hold on for dear life.

Your fingers in his hair now, tugging, pulling. Panting and moaning against his lips, as you join in another searing kiss. His arms on either side of your head, caging you in, chest to chest. You can feel his heart beat against yours, feel his eyelashes fluttering against your skin.

After fucking you like that for what feels like hours, kissing you lazily, Klaus pulls back, hands pressing into the couch on either side of your head, hooded eyes looking down on you, almost in awe.

“Look at you.. Taking my cock so well,” you flush at his words, that mocking tone back. You whimper, just as his cock hit that special spot inside of you for the hundredth time. The pleasure never diminishes, no matter how many times he finds it.

Something inside of him seems to snap, and before you can even understand what’s happening, he has you on your knees on the couch, ass up, face pressed into the couch. His cock never leaving you whilst re-positioning you.

His hands find your hips in a bruising grip, pulling your ass flush against his pelvis, his chest pressed against your back, as he whispers in your ear, “You feel so good around my cock, love. So tight and wet,” his kissing your shoulders now, and down your spine. “Could stay inside you like this forever,” you let out another pathetic whimper, trying to rut your hips back against him. He’s stopped moving; his thick cock filling you up, but staying still.

It’s making you want to cry.

“Please, Klaus,” you whimper into the couch, face angled, eyes trying to catch his.

“Please what, love?” He’s taunting you. You bite down on your lower lip, tears forming in the corner of your eyes; it does absolutely nothing, and his cock is still unmoving.

“Please move, Klaus. Please- please fuck me, please,” all your pride thrown out the window, completely and utterly forgotten.

Barely does the words leave your lips, before he grants you your wish.

Though this time, he’s not holding back. His pace neither gentle nor slow. Instead, it’s fast, and hard, and unforgiving. Pistoning his hips, cock hitting your g-spot over, and over, balls slapping against your clit. Hands on your waits, pulling you back to meet his thrusts every single time.

By the time his hand snakes between your legs, and starts rubbing furiously on your clit, you’re a drooling, moaning mess. Your eyes in the back of your head, as he fucks you to your second orgasm of the night. Your whole body convulsing in pleasure, as the fire spreads through your veins.

“That’s it, love. Come on my cock, let me feel you,” and that’s all you need before you’re screaming his name yet again, tears streaming down your face.

He fucks you with such fever, hips rutting into the soft flesh of your ass, sure that bruises are forming there. You don’t care, in fact, you quite enjoy the thought of walking around with bruises on your ass, all because of Klaus.

His fingers never leaves your clit, not even when you’re begging, telling him it’s too much, instead, he pounds his cock deeper, harder, rubbing the overly sensitive little nub even faster. “Just one more, love. I know you can do it,” his hips stuttering, faltering, telling you he’s close, too. “For me,” his words send you over the edge once more.

Your third orgasm hits you so hard, so fast, you nearly pass out. Lips parted, in a silent scream. Klaus flips you over, wrapping your legs around his waist, nimble fingers rubbing on your clit with inhuman speed. Before you even realize it’s happening, you feel wetness gushing out of you, slicing his cock, and running down your thighs. Eyes in the back of your head the whole time.

“Fuck, love- that’s it, just let go..” his voise so tense, you’re sure he’s straining not to spill inside of you right this moment. Instead, fucking you through your orgasm. Hips stuttering, thrusts growing erratic. “So good, cuming around me. Listen to you,” his resolve seemingly crumbling by the second.

Through your haze, you manage to whimper out his undoing, “Want your cum inside of me,” that seems to send him over the edge.

With a crushing grip on your thighs, your feet dangling helplessly against his lower back, he pistons into you, unrelenting, thrusting into you with such fever, you can feel your eyes rolling right back into your head. Grunting and panting against your neck, before he stills, spilling his seed deep inside of you.

You can feel it, filling you up, before spilling out of you, trickling down your ass, and onto the couch. His thighs trembling, voice rough, as it moans in your ear. The sound sends shivers down your spine, goosebumps appearing anew all over your body.

Then he collapses on top of you, his weight anchoring you pleasantly to reality, feeling almost like you’re about to float out of your body, all bliss and pleasure. The aftershocks of your orgasms still making your body tremble.

You use the last of your strength, to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his face to yours, lips meeting in a lazy, warm kiss. Klaus returns it, nipping at your lower lip.

The two of you stay lying like that for a few minutes, his cock still inside of you, his seed too. Then he pulls out, pulling your body on top of his, as he lays his back against the couch, one hand on your ass, the other cradling the back of your head, placing gentle kisses to the top of your head, whilst you catch your breath, head on his chest, listening to the beating of his heart.

You’re the first to break the comfortable silence, albeit keeping your head on his chest, eyes closed. “That was..” he finishes your sentence for you, “Amazing.” You nod your head, repeating his words, “Amazing.”

Klaus’ hands find your face, gently, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes so- soft, it makes your heart skip several beats. You stare right back, your own eyes just as tender, words lost somewhere in your throat. Instead, you lean up, his head meeting yours, as your lips find his in a quick, chaste kiss. Almost, shy. Experimental.

Something entirely different than any other kiss shared between the two of you.

“Stay the night?” Your voice barely a whisper, eyes finding his, when you pull back from the kiss. Wishing so he’ll agree. 

Instead of answering you, he wraps his arms around your body, and suddenly, you find yourself no longer on the couch, now lying on your bed, wrapped in his embrace under the covers. His chin pressed against the top of your head, your face in his chest. You allow yourself a deep breath of his scent, his cologne. Of him. It makes you shiver, your eyes fluttering, as you snuggle closer. Your bones suddenly heavy, body melting into his. He’s warm and soft. Safe.

His lips find your hair, kissing you tenderly. “Sleep now, love. I’ll still be here tomorrow,” hesitating before he continues, “If you want me to be..” There’s something new in his voice, something your sleep-stricken brain can’t quite place. Vulnerability?

Before you doze off, you mumble into his chest, your hands tugged safely under your chin, “Never leave…”  Klaus finds himself smiling against your hair, pressing another kiss to the top of your head, so chaste, so gentle, as not to wake you up.

— BEST FRIEND! SUNA

desc ;; after being blocked by a situationship, you show your best friend your nudes and ask for advice. tws & tags ;; nsfw mdni. distribution of explicit material, oral, objectification, mentions of squirting, breeding, anal & filming.

the door to suna's room creaks as you step inside.

after having spent all day bed rotting with your best friend, you decided to step out for some fresh air (and a quick smoke), and unsurprisingly, suna is still exactly as you left him — on his phone, leaning back against his headboard. he doesn't spare you a glance as you enter the room.

your phone is still perched precariously on the edge of his bed, and you approach it with caution. part of the reason you rushed outside was because during an awfully risque text conversation with a guy you've been talking to, you obliged and sent him some lewd pics. but he left you on read.

in your defence, it was a heat-of-the-moment decision, and he did request it, so it's not as though you were sending unsolicited images like some sort of perv. but the fact he was taking so long to respond did make you feel like one, though a small voice in your head tried to reassure you that surely he wasn't ignoring you, perhaps your pics have just given him something to take care of.

regardless, the larger part of you was moritified and unsure what to do, so you just dropped your phone on the bed and removed yourself from the situation — clearing your mind before you returned.

Summary:

It wasn’t a calculated move, not at first. But now that the pieces had been set on the board, she realized the only way to survive was to play. She would have to play his game—dangerous, consuming, and risky as it was. She knew there was no other way of getting out of his clutches. Whatever his decision, she would be his prisoner for as long as he pleased.

But perhaps...she could manipulate him.

Warnings: manipulation, reader is Tom's prisoner. not proofread as always.

A/N: I loved writing this so much, I'm already thinking maybe I should continue this.

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The dim light of the chamber flickered as the iron door groaned shut behind her, casting her into a suffocating silence. The cold seeped into her bones as she stood, hands bound by enchanted chains that glimmered faintly in the shadows. Her captors dropped their hold on her arms and she heard the echo of their footsteps as they left the room.

And then she was alone with him.

She slowly rose her eyes from the ground and met his piercing gaze with defiance. Tom Riddle sat at the head of a grand, dark table, his fingers steepled, eyes glittering like a predator sizing up its prey. The flickering torchlight cast shadows across his face, accentuating the sharp planes and hollows that made him both devilishly beautiful and utterly menacing. His dark hair, sleek and perfectly in place, framed a face that seemed carved from marble—pale, flawless, and unnervingly symmetrical.

"Do you know why you're here?" His voice was calm, dangerously so, each syllable wrapping around her like a devil's snare.

Her lips curled in disgust. "If you're looking for someone to cower and beg, you’ve picked the wrong witch."

A flicker of amusement crossed his face, sharp and fleeting. "Brave." he murmured, rising from his chair with an almost lazy grace. He wore black robes tailored to perfection, the fabric smooth and unyielding, fitting his tall, lean frame as if it were a second skin. "But bravery without power is a liability."

part 1

warnings: smut. public sex. unpretected sex. not proofread bc i'm living on the edge today.

A/N: okay we all know i'm shit at writing smut so feel free to judge. i am not at all satisfied with how this turned out but oh well. you ask and i shall deliver.

buymeacoffee <3

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You were on edge.

With every step you took in the castle grounds, with every turn around a corridor, you expected to hear the not-so-hushed whispers and the not-so-subtle dirty glances thrown at you for your indecent behaviour. 

But they never came.

You were growing paranoid with every passing day, and you had convinced yourself that the Slytherin boy who had seen you and Tom in a compromising position was just waiting for the ideal moment to blast the bomb and bring on your ruination. 

You glanced at your friend sitting next to you, on the seat that you usually reserved for Tom, but now that you were trying to avoid him, you had forced your friend to sit near you. 

"Heard anything interesting lately?" You subtly questioned, knowing she could never resist the temptation of gossip. She smiled mischievously and leaned forwards so that her words would not be heard by unwelcome ears. 

"Walburga Black was caught in a broom closet..." She took a dramatic pause and widened her eyes. "With her cousin!" She whisper-yelled, and you were quite sure the students sitting in front of you tensed and shared a curious glance with each other at the new piece of gossip. 

Despite your inner disgust, you only chuckled weakly and your eyes strayed around the room in search of—

Tom was staring at you. There was no particular emotion displayed on his face, but you could tell he was displeased. You quickly turned around to face your desk in front of you, willing your heart to slow to a steady rhythm. You cursed the way he could affect you just with his stare.

"Are you alright? You look flushed." 

You smiled at your friend. "It's just hot in the room. I am fine."

Yet all throughout the class, you were uncomfortably aware of his gaze at the back of your head.

So when the professor dismissed you, you rushed to collect your things and sprung to your feet to make your swift escape. You were almost out the door when a hand grabbed your arm and pulled hard enough to have you crashing into someone's chest. 

You were about to yell at whoever had pulled back, but when you lifted your gaze from the green-silver tie wrapped around the culprit's neck, you could not find the words. 

Tom was staring down at you with a raised brow as if daring you to utter a word. "Come with me." And before you could object, he was dragging you with him, hand tight around your arm. 

"Tom! Let me go." You whisper-yelled, throwing glances behind your back to see if students had caught on to the scene. But fortunately, they were blissfully unaware. "Someone might see us. Let me go!" You attempted once again, but Tom only shot you a dark glare.

When he made a sharp turn to the left, you realised you were in one of the abandoned hallways. "Tom Riddle, unhand me this instant!" You raised your voice before tugging your arm out of his grip, and he looked at you in mild bewilderment. 

"You have been avoiding me." He broke the pregnant silence, brown eyes piercing right through you with their intensity. 

You threw your hands in the air in frustration. "Are we seriously doing this here? Right now?" 

He cocked his head to the side in interest as he watched your antics. When his gaze did not relent, you sighed and decided to just go out with it.

"What do you not understand? I am quite sure you are aware that if the boy ever decides to open his mouth, I will be ruined."

He hummed, those intoxicating dark eyes still watching you. "That still does not explain why you have been running away from me." 

"Are you serious? I am mad at you, Tom! For the smartest person in this school, you are pretty damn idiotic to me—" He frowned at that, "—And you stood there and did nothing when he witnessed us! You could have spoken to him and convinced him not to say anything, yet all you—"

"I obliviated him."

"What?"

"After you left, I obliviated him." He repeated as if he was stating the obvious. 

You backed away, unsure how to proceed with this information. 

"I thought you would figure it out." He added with his brows pinched together. You gave him an incredulous look, silently asking how in the world you could figure that out magically.

"You are horrible," You muttered.

He rose a single brow, trying to hide his amusement, and in a mock inquisitive tone, he proceeded to ask, "Oh, I am?" 

"Yes! It has been hell for me while you were allowing me to live in this miserable state." With an angry huff, you pushed him on the chest with all your might. He barely even moved from your attack, and if anything he was fully smirking now, which aggravated you even more. "I hate you!" 

As you were about to push him once again, he managed to grab a hold of your wrists and held them against his chest, causing you to stumble straight into him. You looked up at him from your position, and your breath hitched in your throat at the nonexistent proximity left between you. His eyes were a shade darker, just like they were on that day when he had kissed you. You could only assume it was desire pooling in his irises, drowning the warm brown shade in its wake. You licked your lips almost subconsciously, and his gaze dropped to watch the action.

"Tom?" You spoke hesitantly, your voice small and breathy. 

"Do you wish for me to teach you more? Hm?" He whispered hoarsely, breath fanning against your mouth and you could not help but lean closer. "Do you wish me to teach you how to pleasure a man?" He gulped, and you were transfixed as you watched him close his eyes as if he was imagining every possible scenario of you doing those things to him. When his eyes reopened, they were burning with an emotion that made your knees tremble. "Or perhaps I could show you all the ways a woman could be pleasured?" His hand rose to caress the skin of your cheek. You nodded, not being able to form any coherent words with the obscene way he was speaking. 

He tutted, displeased. "I need to hear you say it."

"Please, Tom. Yes. Please." 

Your desperate plea was all he needed before he brought his lips down to connect with yours in a heated kiss. Your mind began to feel dizzy as he moved his lips against yours, and you quickly freed your hands from his hold in order to weave them behind his neck.

He began pushing you back until you felt your back hit the cool texture of the wall, and he pressed into you desperately. 

"Someone could see us," Came your strangled whisper when his mouth travelled to the spot where your jaw met your neck, but he did not answer you as he bit into the delicate skin, marking it with his teeth. Your hands grabbed a hold of his hair and tugged at it to yank his lips from your neck, and he let out a low groan of your name at the action. 

"Let them see." He murmured before reconnecting his lips with yours. "Let them witness how I ruin you for everyone else, so they know you are only for me."

You whimpered at Tom's words. You had never felt such desire in your life. Never had your blood burned so desperately for someone. You wanted all of him. You wanted him to consume you whole. 

Tom pulled at your school robe, doing a quick work of undoing it until it fell and pooled on the floor.

His grip on your waist tightened as he ground the constricting material of his pants between your legs, and you gasped at the feeling of his hardness pressed against you. "Tom, please." You begged once again, all shame and embarrassment gone from your body and replaced with only raw need.

Tom's hand left your waist and began travelling lower. He bunched up your skirt, and you whined when the tips of his fingers teased the skin of your inner thigh. You felt him smirk against your lips at the effect he was having on you. He skimmed his knuckles against your closed heat, causing you to throw your head back against the wall and flutter your eyes shut. "Stop teasing me."

"You are so wet for me and I have barely even touched you," He said as he pushed your underwear to the side and finally touched you where you needed him the most. A moan left your lips at the feeling of his fingers sliding against you, and you wondered not for the first time if Tom would be your undoing. You were overwhelmed with pleasure, and you felt him breathe faster against the skin of your throat as if he was enjoying this almost as much as you were. 

His fingers made a mess of you, and you were chanting his name like a prayer, uncaring of the possibility that someone could discover you.

"I need you."

Your hands dropped to his pants, and you hastily attempted to undo them, only for Tom to pause his ministrations with a displeased hum. "Greedy girl." You watched, utterly transfixed as rose his fingers and put them in his mouth as if to savour your taste. Your cheeks burned at the sight, and you swore you had never seen anything so obscene in your entire existence. 

"Beg for it."

You almost choked. "What?"

"You want me? Then you will beg for me." 

You shuddered at the commanding tone, and something about it made you even more desperate. Desperate to please him. 

"Please." You pleaded. "Please, Tom."

He got rid of his pants while you begged with no shame, but he did not seem entirely satisfied with your cries. "What do you want? Say it." He demanded, and you felt him tease you right where you needed him, yet he held back, not quite pushing inside you. 

"I want you to ruin me." You breathed out, and you hoped he would not ask you to say anything else because you were not sure if your brain would be able to string up a sentence together. The sensation of him rubbing against you was enough to clog your brain, and you forgot all else except him.

He tightened his grip on your hip, and you briefly wondered if he would leave a mark. "Good girl." Is all he muttered before pushing forwards and sliding into you torturously slowly until he filled you to the brim. 

It was painful. But in that pain, there was a particular type of pleasure you had never experienced before. You were convinced you would descend into madness at the feeling of him filling you completely. You could not tell where you began and he ended, it was as if you were one. 

Tom dropped his head into the crook of your shoulder, groaning your name in a way that almost pushed you over the edge. "Tell me I can move."

"Yes. Please, move."

At your plea, he exhaled and rose his head so he could watch your face instead as he drew back. You gulped, hand tugging at the nape of his neck because he was already pushing back inside of you. You felt so full of him, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you relished in the euphoria that washed over your body every time he rolled his hips against yours. 

This was a sin. The aching pleasure in your body had to be a sin. You never thought it was possible to feel the way you did at that moment, and you swore you would sin for the rest of your life and burn for it if it meant you could relive this moment over and over again. 

When you opened your eyes, Tom's gaze snapped up from where he had been watching your hips move against his and there is a darkness in his eyes, as if he was ready to devour you whole. 

"You feel so good. All for me. Only for me."

The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed in the hallway, and you quickly pulled him closer so you could connect your lips with his in a kiss. His grip on your thigh tightened at the action, to the point where you were sure there would be marks in the shape of his fingers the next day, but the thought only spurred your pleasure. As if that was not enough, he pulled away from your lips to latch his mouth on your throat, biting, sucking, and kissing until you knew that the skin of your neck would look like a warzone. 

"Tom...I—I'm..." 

He exhaled sharply and quickened the pace of his hips. "I know, I know." 

Your body was getting caught on fire with his every hard thrust, and you felt yourself approaching your high, the fire burning brighter and brighter in your body until—

"Tom..." You moaned as you felt yourself peak, and your eyes shut in ecstasy. 

He continued to thrust into you, his movements becoming sloppier and sloppier, chasing his own relief. He gasped your name into your mouth, and you felt him spill himself inside you, reaching his high. 

Your head dropped against his chest, your body limply melting in his hold from exhaustion. Both of you panted heavily, trying to regain your composures, and you heard him chuckle lightly. 

"What?" You asked, finding enough strength to raise your head and look at him. He was wearing a lopsided smirk, and you subconsciously reached out to brush the sweaty strands of his hair back, as if it was the most natural thing to do. 

His eyes flicked between your own, glinting with mirth. "When you first asked me to show you how to kiss so you would be prepared for your future husband, I never imagined it would lead us here."

"Well, Mr Riddle, do you think my husband will be satisfied with what I have learned so far?" You teased with a smile, which turned mischievous when he suddenly glowered as if offended. 

"What I think, darling is that you are delusional if you think I would let anyone else near you now that I have had you. Let alone wed you."

His gaze roamed your features, and for the briefest of moments, you wondered if you imagined the flash of red in his eyes. 

"You will have no husband to impress. You shall remain as my student and I will teach you how to satisfy me." 

You rose a brow at his words, and you could not help but ponder if he was simply jesting, or if the territorial tone in his voice was actually serious. "Oh? And what if the student becomes the master? What will you do then?"

"Then I shall learn how to worship your body until you know no one else's touch but mine."

And when he lay his forehead against yours in an uncharacteristic display of affection, you knew he had no intention of ever letting you go. 

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Author's Note: Caleb is my favorite (obviously) and it only felt right that he’d be the first in this little love language series. He’s just so ugh?!! Check out the artist! (Artist & Original Post)

Cold hand, warm heart: Caleb’s metal hand might be cool to the touch, but he always uses it to cup your face when you’re tired or hold your waist when he’s guiding you through a crowd. He claims it’s because it “calms your nervous system,” but he also loves how you lean into it every time.

Food = love: He’s always cooking for you. Always. If he’s not home, there’s something labeled in the fridge (with a heart drawn next to it, of course). If you mention craving something in passing, you’ll find it on your plate the next day. You once said his cooking was better than any five-star restaurant. He hasn’t shut up about it since.

You talk, he listens: Caleb remembers everything you say; even when it seems like he’s not paying attention. You mentioned once that your favorite flower is out of season? He’ll find a way to get it anyway. You like your water with lemon? He’s already set it down before you ask.

Little helper, big show-off: He insists on doing the heavy lifting. Carries all the groceries. Changes your light bulbs. Reaches every tall shelf. And sure, it’s helpful, but it’s also an excuse. You catch him glancing at you while he’s hoisting something heavy, looking goofy as hell. “Go on, say it,” he’ll tease. “Tell me I’m strong.”

He brags. Just a little. Just for the praise: Caleb doesn’t boast much, but when it comes to you, he gets so smug. “Pips said I’m the best cook she’s ever had.” “My girl can’t sleep without my hand on her.” It’s obnoxious. Well, it’s actually kind of cute; like he’s proud of how well he loves you.

Overall: Acts of Service (Giving) & Words of Affirmation (Receiving)

You never have to ask twice. Or once. He just does things. Keeps your car topped up. Fixes the crooked picture frame. Gets the oil changed. It’s how he says I love you, I see you, I’ve got you. And he loves being needed.

“This is sweet but you don’t have to do all this, you know,” you tell him one morning, as he ties your shoes because you’re still half-asleep. As he fusses with the laces, you reach down and run your fingers through his soft brown hair. He smiles.

“I know,” he says, without looking up. “But you let me.”

summary: you attend an out of town car meet and street race with streetracer!caleb, tara, and streetracer!calebs friend gideon. you end up dancing as a flag girl for your boyfriends race, and he doesn’t take it well. you give your very jealous boyfriend head and he fucks you back to your senses through his car window!

content: jealous caleb, blowjob, cum smearing, brat tamer-ish? dumbification, mean-ish caleb, p in v sex, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of riding, speeding?, mentions of pee?? idk what all i need to say for content but i figured i’d rather say more than not enough :) lmk if i should add anything else

wc: 5,906

a/n: kind of a build up of plot to get to the smut, sorryyyy! hehehehehe i love tara with gideon actually. im a gideon fanatic. pls tell me if there’s an issue with them being together bc i don’t know all the game lore! oh the smut was a nice bonus too i guess.

fuck me thru the window! (said to the tune of kiss me thru the phone)(that was corny i’m SORRY DON’T LEAVEE)

you and caleb had plans to go to a car meet and a street race out of state, wanting to see what other areas had to offer car wise. caleb also wanted to visit one of his friends that was attending the meet. you originally hadn’t planned on going, but as the date got closer and closer you started to dread being without caleb more and more, so you decided to go a few days before.

despite only dating for 6 months, the two of you were so locked in that the thought of being apart tugged at both of your hearts. the reason caleb brought the idea up to you was in hopes that he could talk you into coming along, which he successfully did.

a day before you two headed out on your small adventure, your best friend tara called you and told you that she broke up with her boyfriend of 7 months, liam.

liam was a street racer that commonly lost to caleb, and him losing to caleb one night 7 months ago was actually how you and caleb met- by complete happenstance.

newly single and ready to mingle, tara begged to come with you and caleb on the roadtrip, even offering to drive herself.

after pitching the idea to caleb and giving him many variations of puppy eyes, he sighed and agreed to tara coming. he felt for her, especially because he knew liam wasn’t boyfriend material and had the tendency to avoid responsibility. caleb had known from the start that liam wasn't mature enough for tara in the slightest, but he’d kept quiet out of respect for you and tara.

so, thats how you ended up in the passenger seat of taras car dozing off while she followed behind calebs purple supra mk4 on the interstate.

calebs car didn't have enough room in the backseat for tara, so she had to drive, and you being a wonderful friend, chose to ride with her. however, you weren't so wonderful that you could manage to stay awake while classical music played through the cars speakers. why tara chose to listen to classical music on a roadtrip you didn’t know, all you knew was that it was putting you right to sleep.

---

after the three of you had a nap in the hotel, you and caleb in one room and tara in another, you all set out to get dinner. at dinner, calebs best friend, gideon, joined your little group.

caleb and gideon shot quips at each other over appetizers and you giggled whenever gideon let something embarrassing about caleb slip.

however, when caleb shot back with something equally embarrassing about gideon, gideon glared at caleb and gave him a kick to the shin under the table.

caleb assumed that his friend was upset because he was embarrassing him in front of you- which caleb didn't appreciate. he narrowed his eyes and cut into his steak with more aggression than needed. gideon shouldn't even be looking at you, let alone care about what you think of him. his jaw clenched and his ears grew hot with jealousy. he glanced over at you, wearing a tank top, a mini skirt, and one of his jackets. fuck, you looked hot, he understood why gideon would be checking you out, but he didn’t like it. not one bit.

dinner was awkward after that, gideon and caleb annoyed with each other and you and tara laughing over shared jokes, trying to fill the silence.

caleb and gideon stayed at the table while the girls went to the restroom and caleb spoke, glaring at his friend.

"i don't appreciate you getting all pissy because i embarrassed you in front of my girlfriend. she’s my girlfriend. not yours. i suggest you keep your eyes to yourself."

gideon sat up in his seat, raising an eyebrow. "excuse me?"

"you heard me. stop looking at my girlfriend, gideon. in no lifetime would she ever look at you.” caleb practically spat the words, his jealousy clouding his judgement and making him snappy.

gideon scoffed and crossed his arms. "you can stop pissing all over her, caleb, i have no interest in your girlfriend. i'm annoyed that you keep saying shit to embarrass me in front of tara."

caleb was silent, his face going through an entire range of emotions, like his brain was resetting. tara?

"tara? why would you care what tara thinks? you just met her." caleb tilted his head and took a drink from his cup of water, condensation wetting his palm and the water drenching the fire on his tongue.

gideon gives him a blank look. "seriously? i know you're not this dense, caleb. i think she’s pretty, she’s cool, and she’s funny. i'm into her and trying to flirt a bit and here you come telling a story about how i had to walk back to the dorm naked because you stole my clothes when i was showering in college." he huffs and narrows his eyes. "that doesn't exactly make me look cool to her."

calebs eyes widen as he realizes that gideon hadn't been interested in you at all, but your best friend. he smiles at the revelation, feeling lighter now that his previous murderous feelings are gone. "oh, well, good! you should flirt with tara, she just broke up with her douche of a boyfriend."

“she’s single?” gideon asks, a smile forming on his face.

caleb nodded and swirled his straw in his drink, looking over at you as you walk back. he smiles and stands, pushing his chair in and handing you your purse. “ready?”

you and tara both nod and the two guys stand, leading you both out.

---

you and caleb walked around the car meet hand in hand, caleb rambling about different cars you passed. as you watched him talk about a porsche, you zoned his words out, only catching parts of his facts, admiring his soft cheeks and the light freckles on his face.

"they wrapped the car- blah blah blah... plus, they're the most reliable german car- blah blah blah... the engines in the back- blah blah- hey, are you paying attention to me?"

you smile up at him, caught. "i was paying attention to your face, yes."

caleb smirks and ruffles your hair. "one of these days i'm gonna give you a pop quiz on car facts, and i'll give you a reward for each one you get right."

you perk up, eyes sparkling with excitement. "really? like what?"

"nuh uh uhh, if i told you what the rewards were it would spoil the fun." he smiled and kissed each of your knuckles on the hand he was holding.

you sighed and followed as he led you to another car, mumbling about how you'd need to make flashcards soon.

"soooo, what does tara think of gideon? did she mention him on your drive here?" caleb tries to ask nonchalantly, but comes off very chalant.

you snicker and squeeze his hand, briefly looking at a red car. "you're nosy, caleb. i'm not telling you what tara and i talked about- girl code, remember?"

caleb groaned. "baaaabe, that's not fair, doesn't girlfriend boyfriend code outweigh girl code?"

"not when it has to do with your friend liking my friend. also, the fact that tara is willingly letting gideon drag her around to look at cars right now should tell you everything."

"hey... isn't that what i'm doing to you?"

you smile and pat his head. "aww, your brain really is powering up after all. girls only do that if 1. they want to, or 2. they really like who they're with and are willing to endure it for that person. aka, you for me, and gideon for tara. is it clicking yet?"

caleb nodded and looked behind them, where gideon was talking to tara about the same porsche caleb had been talking about earlier. nerds, the both of them.

"for all the shit i give gideon, he'd be good for tara. i think she'd be good for him too." caleb admitted quietly before turning to you with puppy eyes. "so do you really not care about my car facts?"

you just sigh and explain to your boyfriend that of course you care about his interests, just not at the same level that he cares about them. there’s only so many things he can tell you about cars before it all starts to mush together and sound like a boring, confusing rocket science lecture.

“i always listen to you, but i don’t always absorb what you’re saying.” you explain.

“ooh, that’s kind of what happens to me when you talk about those books.”

“you don’t like my books??” you whirl on him now, offended at him for the same reason he had been pouting at you.

---

you sat in taras passenger seat as she followed behind calebs car, driving towards where the street race was being held. she was telling you how conflicted she is about talking to gideon.

“i mean i just broke up with liam, this feels cheaty to flirt with someone else.” tara complained as she drove.

“you’re not cheating, you’re single. plus they say the best way to get over someone is get under someone else.” you point out, tapping your nails on the car door handle.

tara hums in thought, tilting her head. “yeah, maybe. he’s pretty hot- plus, he was really sweet earlier at the car meet. i got cold and he gave me his jacket.”

“awwww.” you giggle and smile at your friend, happy that something good is happening to her, especially after all the mediocrity she put up with liam. “i think you should try it out, if it works out, great. if it doesn’t, at least you tried, right? if you want me to leave you guys alone tonight give me a peace sign.”

tara nods as she parks behind caleb on the side of an abandoned strip of highway where tons of other cars are parked, all there for the street races happening soon. most of the cars looked familiar, having come from the car meet you just left. the street racing community was huge in this area and the competition seemed tougher.

—

after watching a few cars race with caleb, tara, and gideon, you walked with caleb to his car to wish him luck before his race.

peppering kisses all over his face and smooshing his cheeks between your hands, you smile up at him, eyes darkening. “if you win this race i’ll give you head after, mkay?”

caleb smirks and rubs his thumb over your bottom lip. “you’d better get some more lipgloss on these pretty lips then, gonna put them to use later.”

“so confident you’ll win? maybe you’ll lose for once.” you tease, running your nail down his face.

caleb shakes his head. “it’s statistically impossible to lose when i have my good luck charm watching me.”

you roll your eyes and shake your head at his statistics. “where’d you pull that statistic from? your voluptuous ass?”

“mmhm.” caleb winks and pats your hip. “head on back to gideon and tara, i gotta get ready to race. get those lips ready, yeah?”

you nod and smile up at him, walking away and tossing over your shoulder. “good luck!”

as you walk back to join tara and gideon, you see the two giggling and standing very close, gideons arm draped over your friends shoulders. you catch taras eye and smile when she gives you a peace sign, code for wanting to be alone with gideon.

you nod and stand near a group of women all dressed up to watch the races. it was a relatively cold night, the occasional breeze making you shiver, but luckily you had calebs jacket to keep you warm. the air was slightly hazy with smoke from cars exhausts and burning their tires, the smell unpleasant but comforting in a strange way. you’d grown to associate the smell with caleb because you only ever smelled it when you were with him. it felt homey in a way.

calebs purple car pulled up beside a car wrapped in an ugly neon green color. you tilted your head and tried to understand why someone would choose that particular shade of green. at the same moment you looked away in favor of saving yourself from sure blindness, a man around your height approaches you and asks if you want to be the flag girl for this race.

since your boyfriend was in this race, you thought it was a good idea- how cute! you’d get to put on a little dance for him, maybe get him worked up, then send him on his merry way to win the race. plus who wouldn’t want to see their hot girlfriend dancing around with a checkered flag? the idea sounded too good to pass up, so you agreed. you soon realized that whoever made the phrase ‘if something seems too good to be true, it probably is’ was absolutely right.

you strutted your way until you were standing between the two cars and a few feet in front of them. you ran the flag through your fingers and ran the fabric over your chest teasingly, only looking at caleb through his windshield. purple eyes pierced through the glass, watching you with a tense gaze.

you winked at him and swayed your hips side to side seductively, people on the sidelines cheering as they always did for the flag girls. turning so your back is to the cars, you angle yourself towards calebs car and wiggle your ass for the shortest amount of time, hoping to tease him.

the sound of a car door clicking and heavy footfalls make you turn to look, only getting a glimpse of caleb before he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder like you were weightless. you yelp and grip the back of his shirt, your legs kicking uselessly as he covers your ass with his arm, protecting you from being exposed since your skirt had ridden up.

caleb yanks the passenger side door open and gently places you in the seat, securing the seatbelts into place with a loud ‘click’.

“cal-” you’re cut off by him shutting the door and stomping around the car to the drivers side, getting in and speeding off before buckling himself in.

“caleb!” you reach over and buckle him in with difficulty. “i didn’t even get to drop the flag, the race isn’t started! where are you going??”

caleb scoffs and continues to accelerate, his jaw popping as he speeds down the abandoned highway to somewhere secluded. “i’m taking you somewhere i can give you attention since clearly that’s what you need right now.”

“excuse me??” you ask, baffled.

“babe, you were shaking your ass for everyone to see! and that’s fine, you have an ass, it’d be a shame for you not to use it- but here? as a flag girl in front of a primarily male audience?” he shook his head, his jaw twitching. “did you not hear all those men whistling at you and talking about you like you’re a piece of meat? staring at you like you were a pornstar? they were acting like you were attainable to them. fuck that. you’re mine, understand?” calebs tone was frustrated, but not really with you.

you blink at him, chest flushing as you realize that a hundred or so men watched you dance sexually for your boyfriend. in your mind it had only been for caleb- you hadn’t even considered that other men would be watching and leering at you.

“i didn’t think-” you start.

“no, clearly you didn’t. i asked you a question: do you understand that you’re mine?”

you gulp and nod. “yes.”

“i think you need a long reminder.” caleb mutters and pulls over, close to the treeline but still near the abandoned highway. none of the races were going this far down and it was a dead end this way, so the likelihood of anyone driving by the two of you was very low.

“oh shit.” you mumble to yourself, knowing you had a long night ahead of you.

caleb put the car in park and got out, rounding the car and opening your door. he beckoned you out of the car with two long fingers. “c’mon, baby, out.” despite the use of your pet name, his voice was deep and stern.

something in you made you protest, arms wrapping around your chest. “it’s cold outside. let’s talk in the car.”

caleb chuckled, but it lacked humor. “oh, we aren’t going to be talking.”

your thighs pressed together at his implications, eyes looking up at him pleadingly. “but cal-”

“you don’t get to be a brat right now. you can either get out and get on your knees on your own, or i can help you. the longer you wait the colder it’ll get out here.”

you thought for a few seconds before slowly getting out of the car, shivering at the chilly air. caleb shut the passenger door and leaned against it, nodding to the ground in front of him. you kneeled on the ground, which was a mix of grass and gravel, the small rocks digging into your knees and making you cringe.

calebs hand ran through your hair deceptively gently. “aww, do your knees hurt? poor baby.” his words were filled with sarcasm and feigned sympathy.

he pulled his belt off and dropped it onto the grass beside you, staring into your eyes as his steady fingers unbuttoned his pants. “someone owes me head, doesn’t she?”

you swallow hard as he pulls out his flushed, thick cock, his hand gripping it. “i promised you head if you won. you didn’t even race.”

“hmm. you dropped the flag when i picked you up. a dropped frag means the race started. i raced and passed the finish line first, it’s not my fault he didn’t take off.” caleb pressed his flushed tip to your lips, smearing precum over your freshly applied lipgloss. “good. you listened about the lipgloss. a shame it’s about to get ruined.”

your lips parted in response to his tip prodding at your lips and you took his length into your mouth, feeling him laying heavy on your tongue. hollowing out your cheeks and relaxing your jaw help with taking more of him into your mouth. you lick the base of his cock, tracing the most prominent vein and watching how his face contorts when you do.

calebs hand in your hair shifts from gentle to gripping in an instant, slowly working you up and down his cock, your eyes locked on each other with an intensity that rivaled a forest fire. with each drag back you swirled your tongue around his tip and sucked every time you reached as close to his base as you could. you couldn’t comfortably take him in his entirety, but caleb was understanding of that, and even with his current frustration he would never force you down on his cock just for his pleasure.

he groaned as you worked his cock, watching tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the stretch and feeling your nails bite into his thighs. “g’nna fuck your face, kay?”

you hummed in acknowledgment, the vibration making him shiver with pleasure. caleb gripped your head, hair tangling around his fingers as he started to fuck into your mouth, slowly at first. as his moans grew louder, his thrusts grew faster and harder.

spit dripped down your chin and tears spilled down your cheeks from the intensity of his movements, but you stayed still for him, gripping his thighs for stability. you shivered from the cold and your thighs shook from being on your knees on the pointy rocks that dug into your skin.

“fuck, so good- this what you needed? to have all my attention?” caleb thrust harder as you moaned in response to his question. you stared up at him with the sweetest puppy eyes he had ever seen, eyes all watery.

getting distracted with how pretty you look, calebs cock hit the back of your throat on accident and caused you to gag on it. “mmmhh, sorry- sorry- just stay still for a bit longer, so close- so good baby, soo good-”

his thrusts became sloppy and he moaned shamelessly, fingers wound around your hair tight enough to cause your scalp to sting.

when you whined from the feeling, caleb came hard, painting your mouth and throat white with his sticky cum, moaning as he fucked himself through his orgasm, fingers gripping your skull. only once the entire feeling passed did he let go of your hair and step back, his cock standing between his legs covered and dripping in your spit, lipgloss, and his cum.

you swallowed all of his cum and licked your lips, staring up at him from your knees.

caleb took in your messy hair, wet cheeks, and swollen lips. he ran his tongue over his lips and took your hand, gently helping you stand and wiping your tears across your cheek. “so pretty like this, baby.”

you shivered again and looked into his eyes, giving him puppy dog eyes. “can we get back in the car please? i’m cold.”

“mmm. no. i don’t think so.” he murmured

“caleb pleaseeee.” you whined stomped your foot like a petulant toddler. you pressed all your weight against his side, trying to push him away from blocking the passenger door so you could get in and escape the declining temperatures.

caleb grabbed your wrists and pinned them against your back, spinning the two of you around so you were now pressed against the car, his hard cock poking at your thigh. you whimpered at his display of dominance and arched your back.

“stay. don’t move an inch.” caleb said while opening the passenger door and grabbing something from the center console and rolling the window down. he shut the passenger door and stared at you as he ripped open a condom wrapper, rolling it on his hard cock and stroking it.

you swallow as you stare at his cock over your shoulder, your belly warming at the knowledge of what was about to come despite the cold air nipping at your skin. feeling bratty still, you whined again. “i’m cooold-”

you yelped as caleb huffed and grabbed you by your wrists and shoved your upper body through the open passenger window. your legs were pinned against the outside of the passenger car door and from the waist up you were bent, upper body inside the warm car.

“here, since you want to be in the car so fucking bad maybe this’ll shut you up.” his voice rasped from behind you.

you tried to free your hands from his grasp so you could prop yourself up on the car seat, only to get a firm smack on the ass, causing you to jump.

caleb rubbed a large hand over the cheek he had just slapped. his voice was commanding and pinned you in place. “that’s for trying to move. either use the safe word or stay still like i told you.”

you hummed and blinked, blood rushing to your head that was uncomfortably dangling above the car seat. your hips were pressed against the car door, waist bent over the door where the window is all the way down. despite the slight discomfort, you stayed silent, the safe word locked behind your lips because you knew that you didn’t want this to stop.

“good girl.” caleb cooed at you, unbuttoning your skirt and pulling it down past your ass and thighs, letting it hit the gravel beneath you. he pinched the skin of your ass and spoke. “you had this ass on display for every single man there to see. you let them watch you shake it- the ass that only i’m allowed to see.”

he let his hand come down again on your ass, making you jump and whine as he soothed the burn again. you were dripping down your thighs at this point and at the angle he had you bent, caleb was very aware of just how drenched you were.

caleb pulled at the string of your thong and let it go, the string stinging your skin where it snapped against it.

“don’t you think your ass deserves punishment for teasing so many other men? for teasing me?” he let another smack come down, harder this time, as he continued. “you stood there and danced for everyone to watch. why?”

you swallowed the drool that was threatening to spill out of your mouth and spoke, trying to crane your head back to look at him and failing. “was just trying to dance for you, i didn’t think about everyone else- eek!”

you yelp as his hand slaps the opposite cheek, big calloused fingers kneading the skin of your ass as caleb spoke, voice dark but holding a teasing lilt. “well that’s the problem, isn’t it? you didn’t think. didn’t use that big brain of yours, huh? now look at you, getting punished for it.”

“‘m sorry-” you mewl, gasping when he pulls your drenched thong off, letting it fall to the ground on top of your skirt.

calebs fingers run through your folds, collecting the slick there and pushing them into your mouth. “suck, then. show me how sorry you are by following orders like a smart girl.”

you hum and suck eagerly, tasting and swallowing yourself on of his fingers, eyes fluttering shut.

“good girl. you keep doing what i tell you to do while i fuck your brain back into place, yeah?”

caleb gripped your hips and kicked your feet gently, forcing them apart and into a wider stance, the cold air hitting your bare pussy, making you whimper around his fingers.

he pressed the head of his cock into your sticky walls, humming as you whined. “maybe i should just leave you like this, make you cum from just the tip as a punishment for traipsing around earlier.” caleb pulled his fingers out of your mouth and gripped your waist.

“noo, no- please don’t, i said i’m sorry.” you plead with him, legs shaking from anticipation. you planted your hands on the seat, propping yourself up so you're at a 90° angle, looking over your shoulder at caleb.

caleb ran his hand over your ass and up your back before running it back down and holding your waist. “only because you said please.”

he sunk into you, the air leaving your lungs with every inch he pushed in. once he bottomed out you let out a low, needy moan, trying to push back on him for more.

caleb began thrusting hard in and out of your pussy that was dripping on his cock, not wasting time on stretching you to accommodate his size. “such pretty noises.” he murmured, fingers gripping digging into your waist.

you moaned thoughtlessly, your head beginning to empty as he fucked you against the car, your hips and legs hitting the metal as his pace increased. the bottom half of your body was warming up from calebs body heat transferring to you and your top half was warm inside the car.

“been making me jealous all fuckin night. first with gideon, then with those random men watching you.” caleb growled out.

he fucked into you harder and faster, gathering your hair in his hand and twisting it around his palm so he had a good grip, pulling your head back. you let out a strangled groan, being yanked back so your upper body was suspended inside the car, hands trying and failing to grab onto anything for support. you moaned unabashedly, head tilted back as he ravaged your cunt.

“don’t care about gideon- not at a-all-” you protested, the words coming out wrecked and breathy.

caleb reached down and grabbed your discarded panties, shoving them into your mouth to quiet you down, hips slapping against your ass with loud claps. “don’t say another mans name when its my cock you’re cumming on.”

you kept the wet fabric in your mouth, tasting yourself on your tongue and humming, moans muffled only slightly.

caleb pulled your hair again and forced you to look back at him, groaning at the sight of you looking so thoroughly fucked with your panties in your mouth. “fuck.. grind your pretty clit on the door baby, make yourself cum while i fuck you through the window.”

nodding, you roll your hips forward, the drag of the cool metal against your clit combined with the brutal pace that caleb was fucking into you made your orgasm rise faster than you could’ve expected. when you came the panties fall from your mouth, crying out in pleasure and repeating calebs name like a chant.

caleb watched you cum and fucked you faster, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust, your hips slamming into the car door repeatedly. you clenched him tightly, walls spasming around his cock and making him see stars when he came hard.

he fucked both of you through your orgasms, grunting and talking to you the whole time. after a minute he let go of your hair and slowly pulled out.

you fell forward, face smooshing against the car seat now that he wasn’t holding you up. you whined and whimpered at the loss of contact from him. staying put while caleb panted behind you, spreading your ass cheeks and your puffy lower lips. “fuck, baby..”

“mmmmm?” you hum, lazily lifting your head just a bit, but not enough to see him on the outside of the car.

“can you reach in the center console and grab some of the napkins?” caleb asks, thumb brushing against your pussy and making your legs shake.

you nod and raise up, digging in the console for the napkins and holding them out the window when you find them. “can i stand up now?”

“no. stay still.” caleb murmurs and crouches behind you, gently wiping your thighs and pussy.

you huff and stay still, resting your chin on the palm of your hand that you have propped up on the seat, fingers drumming on your cheek. “this is by far the most uncomfortable position you’ve ever put me in.” you complain with no bite in your voice.

caleb chuckled quietly while he wiped you clean, spreading your pussy lips and raking a finger between them. “you weren’t complaining when i was fucking you, though. noo, because you know i’d stop if you wanted me to. you just want to be fucked stupid and complain after.”

you lift one of your legs and try to kick at caleb behind you, only for him to catch your ankle and hook your foot in his crook of his arm, leaving you standing unsteadily on one leg. “hmph. asshole.” you mutter

caleb was quiet for a bit while he cleaned you. clearing his throat, his voice is serious as he speaks. “um, okay, so.. minor problem. really, it’s just a minor problem. a teensy tiny little issue, no biggie-”

“oh, spit it out caleb.”

“you made me cum so hard that it overflowed out of the condom and into you. but just a tiny bit, it’s not like i creampied you or anything-”

“caleb, what?! that is not a minor problem! that is a major problem!” you shriek and try to pull yourself out of the car window, only to be pinned in place by his strong hands.

“hey, stop, don’t move. don’t. move. i’m cleaning it out, but if you move then my little babies might move too, kay? just.. don’t panic. i’m practically a doctor right now.”

“caleb, doctors do not clean cum out of their patients vaginas! what if i get pregnant?! i’m not ready to be a mom!”

caleb continues cleaning you gently. “it’s fine, i promise you it’s fine. you’re not even ovulating right now. i’m sorry though, i don’t know how i could’ve prevented this.”

you huff and stay silent for a moment before his words sink in. “wait, how do you know i’m not ovulating?”

“don’t worry about that right now.” caleb answers way too quickly.

after a few minutes, caleb deems you clean and pulls your skirt back up over your ass, patting it as he finishes. you pull yourself out of the car window and stand straight outside of the car, groaning at your newfound back pain. “ugh, talk about blowing my back out. you owe me a massage when we get back to the hotel.”

caleb snickers and rubs your back gently. “okay, as an apology for cumming too much and overflowing into you, you can redeem a ‘calebs back massage’ coupon. now, go to the woods and go pee. just in case.”

you flush and jolt back at the idea, nose wrinkling. “oh gross, caleb, i’m not peeing in the woods, what if someone sees?!”

he deadpans. “so you didn’t have an issue with someone seeing me fucking your brain back into place on the side of an abandoned highway, but you draw the line at someone seeing you pee here? seriously?”

you nod once, doubling down.

“if you don’t pee you’re more likely to get pregnant.”

“i’ll wait until we get back to the room where theres toilet paper and plumbing. it’s only, what, a 10 minute drive?”

caleb sighed and pinched his nose. “babe, i’m serious. just go pee in the woods, i’ll stand watch. i have napkins. no one's gonna see you and i’ll fight off any bears that might appear.”

you glare at him and cross your arms, standing your ground.

caleb tutted and shook his head. “i thought i fucked your brain back into working condition but clearly i was wrong.”

—

15 minutes later you stumbled out of the car after riding calebs cock in the passenger seat. he had deemed your brain still broken and thought himself the best person to fix it.

you looked back at him. he was sitting in the passenger seat, sweatpants around his ankles with his legs spread, cock resting against his thigh. he nodded his head past you, down to the woods.

with a huff you wandered a few feet away into the beginning of the woods to pee. you heard caleb call “good girl.” to you from the car as you did as he said.

somewhere between caleb wrangling you down onto his cock, making you ride him, and now as you walk to the treeline, it clicked that you really should pee. getting pregnant wasn’t something either of you wanted right now and you had to give caleb credit where credit was due- your brain really hadn’t been working all night. refusing to pee just because of the location was a ridiculous thing to do, especially when something as serious as pregnancy was on the line.

you would never tell him he was right, though. he would never let you live that down. ever.

back at the hotel, caleb gave you a long and deep back massage to express how sorry he was, even putting lotion on your scratched up knees. he even ordered room service fruits and chocolates for you to snack on during the massage.

you fell asleep cuddling him after that, all your previous fight and bratiness gone.

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a/n pt2: THIS WAS SO LONGG WOW I HAD A LOT TO SAY HUH! this is tara and reader with their little signal btw. love them down

caleb and his great reflexes manage to catch the basketball that hurls towards you out of nowhere. with a dull thump, the ball lands into his large hands instead of your face before throwing it back to one of his teammates where it came from. that would have been a nasty hit.

“easy boys, we’re not alone on the field. come on, ‘s time to wrap it up.” he sighs and shoots the other players a judging glare which seems enough to indeed make them scatter off.

falling for your physics professor

physics professor!caleb x engineering!f!student

 𓏲 ₊˚๑ ꒰𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙪𝙨𝙚꒱ ໑‧₊˚.ꪆ

you were expecting an old fart for your physics professor this term, when surprise! you get the hot new transfer from linkon.

𓏲 ₊˚๑ ꒰𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙨꒱ ໑‧₊˚.ꪆ

engineering/stem slander (in jest), pre-relationship, prof!zayne appearance, some suggestive undertones, swearing, pick your own option, wc is 7k

Women in STEM.

Beware of any university offering a scholarship for women in STEM. It’s a scam. A bribe to lure young, hopeful women into the depths of hell under the guise of female empowerment and gender equality.

Or at least, so you feel as you select a mandatory physics course for next term. If coding doesn’t make you bald from sheer frustration, then you’ll be tearing your hair out while attempting to calculate 3D vectors.

So imagine your surprise when you return from break and all of your friends are gushing over this supposedly hot new physics professor. You scoff as you walk with your best friend, Lucinda, to the lecture hall, listening to her ramble about how he just transferred from Linkon University.

The theatre takes your breath away. High ceiling with dewy drop lights and medallions fanning out in a geometrical pattern. The wooden desks are curved around a central podium and blackboard. Above the board is a baroque mural; pastels and cherubs, fluffy clouds and Christianity. Your bestie begs you to sit at the front, but you compromise by sitting in the middle.

Even if this new lecturer is supposedly super hot, he’s your teacher, not a dating option. You can’t delude yourself into thinking that some 30-something-year-old man would be interested in a stressed, uni student such as yourself. He’s probably married already, given the rumours of his charm and playfulness.

“How do I look?” Lucy asks nervously. She turns to face you, still futzing with her hair despite being the most beautiful woman in the room.

You sigh, “Stunning. But remember: he’s our teacher.”

She rolls her eyes and groans, “Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s not like anything will actually happen. But I still wanna look nice, you know? Just in case.” Unable to contain yourself, you snort behind your palm. The glare she casts your way is lethal. It makes you laugh harder.

“In case of what?” You get out before doubling over. She grumbles in response and fixes a crooked pen on her desk.

As you compose yourself, she suddenly slaps your arm and whisper-yells, “Oh my God, he’s here! Look!” Wiping tears from your eyes, you sniffle and glance down at the central podium.

as they lay in caleb's bed one rainy night, he had run the pad of his thumb over your face, over the planes of your cheekbones and the slope of your nose, dropping off the tip and landing gently on your philtrum and tracing your cupid's bow.

your gege looked ethereal in the light filtering in from the lamps outside, and you had felt a rush of affection for him, the warmth squeezing your heart and lodging the words in your throat. “it's okay pips”, he had whispered in the silence. you had to read the minute movement of his lips over the thundering rain outside. well, as okay as you could look with those eyes and teeth of yours, caleb continues, and you playfully punch his firm chest and turn away from him. but you can't turn away from him.