Welcome To My CRAZINESS!!!!

"Thank you, I enjoyed it too." You say, biting your lip when he starts kissing across your neck, you exhale at the sensations, his hand dangerously close to toying with the waistband of your panties, when he sucks on your neck. "Ah!"

"Sorry, too much?" He pulls back then, and you look down nervously, touching the spot he'd just gently sucked on.

"I'm sorry just... not experienced."

"Oh, shit I..." He trails off, backing away, and you shake your head, taking his hand again.

"No, it's okay, I also hate storms a bit. So I'm afraid my mind is a little everywhere." Not on the six foot three man towering in his fucking room, the one that had you soaking wet straightening your hair. No way, right?

"You also had that burn," He touches it and frowns. "I got a little carried away."

"You're perfectly fine, I do think I should head in while we get a break from the rain though." He nods and leans forward, kissing your cheek now.

"Can we do this again?" You nod shyly, he grins so big, he's an adorable boy surely, you wish you could feel something, anything, but the need to touch yourself and think of Caleb again.

You hate yourself for it.

"I'd love to. Good night!" You rush once you're running out of his car, the rain starting to fall again heavy as if on cue, you wave when you get to the porch and shake your hair out, fumbling with your bag to get to your keys.

It's pretty late after the movie and dinner, you quietly enter the home, the floorboards creaking just a bit as you walk inside, soppy heels coming off as you shut the door. You take them and set them by the entrance, shivering a bit as the cool air of the house hits your skin over the thin, soaking wet clothes, you feel goosebumps creep up as you set down your clutch.

You quietly walk up the stairs, so familiar, how many times had you and Caleb chased each other up and down these? You smile softly at the memories while your hand glides along the railing, cool under your palm, heading over towards your bedroom then, when you realize Caleb’s door is open. You bite your lower lip, wondering when it became so awkward.

It’s as if you can’t keep yourself under control suddenly, just his scent has you throbbing with need, you hover just by his door, sure he’s asleep, when you peer in the darkness just a bit. You’re dripping softly against the old wooden floorboards, still hopelessly drenched as you peer at his perfectly made bed, frowning a bit.

"Pips, you're gonna catch a cold like this," Caleb's words shock you, jolting in as he sits in the chair by the window seat, reading a book casually in the dark like that’s normal in any way. "You're all wet."

"I... um... yeah. I am." You barely manage to take a breath as he studies you in the doorway, lightning illuminating the room through the window as it flashes, enhancing his silhouette as his eyes dart down your body.

"I'll get ya a towel, dry your hair," he sets down the book, walking towards you, looking at how the thin, drenched material clings to your curves, swallowing a suddenly dry throat at the sight. "And some dry clothes."

"I can myself, Caleb, I'm a grown up you know." His lips turn down in a frown, his eyes unreadable in the night.

"You really don't need me anymore, huh?"

"Caleb no," you touch his arm with your cool fingers, but he takes your hand, laughing softly without humor. "I just meant I can grab a towel and dry my hair. I had to get used to..."

"I get it. I haven't been around, and you grew up." He pats your head, still damp, with a sad little smile that breaks your heart. You don't wanna be so dependent on him, but part of your heart craves him.

"Caleb..." He kisses your forehead with a soft brush of his lips, sighing, wishing he could drag you in his room, feeling your chilled skin under his fingertips.

"Have fun?" You manage a nod. A lie. "Good I'm... glad you're home safe. Then I’ll leave you to get dried up, you’re dripping all over, silly.”

He gently pushes you a bit when you pause, biting your lip and looking at him under your lashes, dripping mascara down your cheeks. “Maybe you could dry my hair for me?”

“You’re spoiled, see,” he laughs softly, shaking his head. “Go get in some dry clothes and I’ll come bring a towel for your hair.”

You smile and run off, he watches your bare feet leaving a little bit of a trail as you run to your room, he first grabs a towel for the floor because you’ve clearly been raised in a barn and want to piss Gran off. After chuckling and shaking his head, he grabs a fluffy towel from the bathroom, walking towards your room that’s across from his, taking a breath.

He raps softly, hearing you beckon him in, and when he walks in your room, you’re wearing one of his old shirts, he pauses at the sight of your nipples pressed against it, as you smile at him. “Ya stealin’ my shirts still?”

“They’re so comfy! I may have a collection at my dorm.” He rolls his eyes, smirking as he shuts the door behind him, leaving the two of you alone, as he walks towards you now, seeing the lighting illuminate your silhouette under the shirt that swallows you, thin and white.

“I see that’s where all my things went, and here I thought you gave ‘em away,” he teases, smiling in that heartbreaking way only he can. You shake your head, and he brushes your damp hair, sighing. “Turn around.”

The soft order brings filthy things to your mind, ones you can’t help but think of, turn around, bend over, arch-

Stop that!

You do as he asks, he sits on the edge of your bed then, so tall that’s how he can dry your hair without hurting his back bending down. You stumble just a bit as you shift your weight on one foot, ending up sitting right on one of his knees, giggling and looking at him in the dark of the night then, the fluffy towel in his hands.

“Sorry, can I just sit here?”

“Sure, pips.” He manages to speak softly, you tilt your head so he can dry your hair thoroughly, while he feels your heat on his thigh, trying his best to control his breathing.

He’s been in battle, he’s been in jets, grueling training, he’s been through every stress test there is, but nothing affects him like being so close to you. Inhaling the scent of your skin, the perfume still lingering despite the rain, mixing in a heady scent with your shampoo. It was as if the rain just enhanced it, the beauty of your skin, the sweetness of your scent, his desire making him ache so badly it hurts.

He pauses as he brushes aside somewhat dried hair now, frowning as he sees the burn on your neck, touching it and making you gasp. “Does it hurt?”

“No, Caleb, it's fine. Promise,” he brushes his fingers across it, then moves the wide neck of his shirt lower, long fingers gripping it harshly as he sees it, letting the damp towel fall to the floor. “Caleb?”

“What’s this?” His words are dark, husky and dangerous, as his violet eyes meet yours before darting back to your neck.

“What, the burn?”

“No, this…” His thumb brushes over it, a clear hickey on your neck, and his other arm wraps around you so tightly you almost can’t breathe, pressed against his big, hard body so close. “What’s this mark on your skin?”

“It’s… um… Caleb, you’re hurting me,” he lets you go, realizing what he’s doing and you exhale in relief, but he’s still got your neck exposed, his eyes boring a fucking hole into your skin. “You know what it is.”

“Do I?” He brushes his thumb across it again, right over a vein in your skin, your pulse racing under his touch, and he feels your cunt heating up more, the jealousy raging through his fucking veins. “Was he fit to touch you?”

Your brows draw together as you gaze at his dark violet storms he calls eyes. “Was he… huh?”

“Is anyone good enough?”

“Caleb, that's insane,” you go to stand now, right between his legs when you turn, fixing the shirt a bit, and his hands fall, resting on his thighs in fists. “Good enough, what do you mean?”

“Was he good enough to get to touch you?” You shake your head again, he cups your face then, bringing your attention to him. “Is anyone?”

“You’re protective, it’s sweet but…”

He laughs, without humor now. “Protective. Yeah, guess I am.” He tugs at your collar again, swallowing nervously when you whine out softly, the sound almost doing him in.

“I stopped him when he did, it felt a little too fast,” he shouldn’t feel such relief at your words, but that’s exactly what they give him. “I barely know anything, I’m not very um… experienced. Is this too much?”

“We tell each other everything,” his words are soft and wistful, giving you those sweet eyes of his, contradictions of the dark gaze moments ago. “Don’t we? Haven’t we always?”

“I do know when you got your first kiss,” you admit with a teasing smile, as if the thought of him kissing someone doesn’t fill you with envy, eyeing those soft lips of his, so plush you want to touch them, feel them everywhere. “But that’s because I walked by and saw it, hounded you for details.”

“And I know your first kiss,” he is still cupping your face, with his huge hand, the other still tracing your neck as he looks back at that mark. “Only because I caught you and beat him up.”

“You did! That was embarrassing!” You shove playfully at him, he chuckles a little softer now, letting his hands fall, your own rest on his chest, feeling the hard, strong muscles under his shirt. “Caleb…”

“Hmm?”

“How’d you know you wanted to, the first time?” Your words make his stomach clench, his heart pound under your palm. “It’s too much isn’t it? Even we aren’t that close…”

“No, it’s not that,” he looks away, sighing and laughing a bit. God, if you knew he’s a virgin, has hardly done anything? Hasn’t even watched porn because it feels like he’s fucking cheating on you - and it’s not as if anyone could make him hard, when you exist. “Not that at all.”

“I know you’ve probably done a lot more than me, you’re all worldly you know, and the girls fawn over you,” your teasing words make him blush even in the dark, as he clears his throat, hands still in fists, the veins popping out of the backs of them. “I guess I want things to be just right, and they never have been.”

“Things should be perfect the first time, you deserve that. You deserve everything you know.”

“Caleb you go on too much sometimes, I’m just a girl.”

“Just a girl, huh…” you nod as he stands then, towering over you, making your head tilt back to look up at him, far, far too close, your hand now touching his hard abdomen instead. “What do you want to know?”

“What do guys like? I don’t wanna mess it all up.”

“You thinkin’ about it?” He tries to keep his voice calm, not show the edge to his words.

“Not now, but one day I’m sure. I can’t be a virgin forever,” the words fall out, and you look down shyly. “You’re the closest person to me, I guess you get to know.”

“Why be embarrassed about it? Means you’re picky, that’s a good thing.” He smiles at you, like his heart isn’t breaking right now, and you smile back, nodding a bit.

“I think I’m too picky, you left a hell of an impression. How does anyone live up to Caleb?”

He rolls his eyes and laughs, as you do, hugging him tightly then, his arms wrap gently around you. “I can’t tell you what other men like, aside from stories from the boys.”

“What do they like?”

“Hmm, some like to… be pleased, some like to please, the stories vary, and I think a lot of them are lyin’. I doubt they’re going that many rounds.” You laugh again, as he brushes his hand up and down your back, feeling your soft breasts against him.

“What do you prefer?” Your words make his heart pound, as he imagines exactly everything he’s always wanted to do with you, you lean back and bite your lower lip, eyes lowering. “Sorry, too personal?”

“What do I prefer,” he sighs now, as he only knows what he wants to do with you. You look up curiously, ever trusting, when his hand slips up to brush a bit of your hair off your brow, caressing your jaw line and watching your lips part. “To have whoever I’m with cumming so hard she can’t think.”

You gasp at that, at how he looks at you then, leaning low and tilting your chin up, and your hair falls against your back, your arms still around his waist. “Oh?”

You can barely manage to speak, and he nods just a little bit. “Till she’s a mess for me, beggin’ me to stop, but even then I can’t, not until I’ve lapped up every bit of the mess she’s making.” You barely bite back a moan, filthy images like that fucking dream filling your mind, when his lips are a breath away.

“You don’t want um… her to please you?” You barely manage a fucking sentence, dying to kiss him, knowing how fucking wrong it is.

You can’t, you can’t, you can’t.

You’re furious anyone got this side of him, stupid and jealous over picturing him pleasing anyone, ever, hands gripping his shirt tightly, the material wrinkling in your tight hold as he brushes a thumb across your chin. “I don’t need it, the pleasure I get is from making her cum till she faints, watching her face as her eyes roll back, that alone would have me more than pleased.”

Your little whine you let out is too much, Caleb can hardly breathe when he hears it, when he rests his forehead, bent down, holding you in his embrace. “Whoever got that from Caleb, they’re very lucky.”

“Are they, pips?” You nod, swallowing when you hear a clap of thunder, loud now, burying your face against his chest, hiding your overheated face. “You still scared of storms, thought you were grown up now?”

“Oh… you love to pick on me,” you pull back, disentangling yourself, your entire body on fire as you take his hand, plastering on a bright smile. “Go to bed, we have a pool party tomorrow.”

“A what now?” He frowns and you giggle.

“Yes, a bunch of all our friends are throwing one, you’re coming. Let the girls fawn over you.”

“Uh huh, you can’t even swim.”

“I’ll stay in the shallow end! Plus, you’ll be there to save me.” You smile sweetly, and he sighs.

“I’ll always be there.” His words mean too much, when he kisses your head gently, inhaling your scent. “Get some sleep then.”

“Good night Caleb. Love you.” His heart aches, wishing it fucking meant more than that, than a best friend, whatever the fuck you two were.

The way he means it is not the same. “Love you, Pips, sweet dreams.”

He walks out and gently shuts your door, you let out a ragged breath, hand over your racing heart, as he leans his head against your door, palm over it, struggling to compose himself.

He can’t stop himself from jerking his cock as soon as he gets in his room, he barely makes it inside, releasing his thick, veiny length that smacks his belly button, smearing precum on his shirt as it slaps, leaking from his pretty pink tip. He exhales in relief, before crying out, his long lashes fluttering shut, seeing you behind his eyes.

He can't stop himself from picturing doing exactly what he told you - having you cum till you pass out. Fuck he’d keep licking you after, have you cum in your sleep - drink the juices he tasted on his tongue earlier, as you tugged his head even closer. God would you use him like he wishes you would?

God, if you’d suffocate him with those? He’s picturing them on either side of his head, would you ride his face? He spits down on his cock as he leans back against the door, groaning softly at the thoughts, his eyes shutting as he strokes himself, maybe he would while you suffocated him with your cunt, drown him in all that fucking wetness just pouring.

Caleb murmurs your name as he strokes his cock, from the base to the tip, whining out from the images racing through his mind of you - you and only you - how could there be anything else? The only girl he can ever picture sinking his long, thick cock deep inside, watching the bulge of your tummy as he fills you, so big in comparison.

He’s closer, closer to cumming, the release just on the brink as he pinches his tip and gasps out, remembering your scent, your heat on him - he shouldn’t be doing this when you’re in the room across from him. He should feel bad, but he can’t, not when he’s about to cum, picturing filling up your cunt, so much your tummy would just bloat with all the loads he’d put in you.

Caleb should feel bad for wanting you, for cumming now, white hot ropes filling all over his hand, making it a sticky mess as his head rests against the door of his room, knowing you’re over there is pure fucking torture. Knowing he can never say it, all he fucking feels, it’s a cruel joke, to wonder what you’re doing over there, to wonder how you look when you cum, how you’d look taking him.

He hastily cleans up, hands shaking as he does. Later, he's swiping a hand across his face as he lays in his bed, grimacing at his thoughts, not realizing you’re circling your clit with your little fingers in the room across from him, picturing him on top of you. If he knew that, he wouldn’t be able to handle it, as you scream into your palm under your blankets, picturing the boy you grew up with cumming inside you.

*****

Seeing you in a fucking bikini is fresh torture.

His cock was rubbed raw by thoughts of you, now you bounce out in a too small bikini, smiling a bit nervously. “I had to dig up a high school one, ugh! I think it doesn’t fit me anymore.”

No, it barely covers your pretty breasts, that are bouncing as you shift just so, every movement making him more tempted to fucking grab you. A mix of wanting to keep you hidden, no one should see your body but him, and another part of him wants to rip it off you, bend you over that kitchen table you’re leaning against, fuck into you until you forget about anything.

Anything, anyone, just you and him - why can’t you have your own little fucking world away, far away. He has enough money, he could make it happen. You don't know about his promotion yet, where it will lead him, how badly he wants you to come live with him, be taken care of. Never work a day in your pretty little life, maybe just have his babies.

Fuck.

You're talking but he isn't focused, instead picturing breeding you, god how sexy you'd be round with him. You'd stay with him forever, be a part of him forever, he'd never have to let you go, ever again.

“Caleb, do you?” He looks at you quietly, you feel his gaze dart to your breasts for a moment before they slide right back up to your eyes.

“Do I what, I'm sorry, I'm still kinda tired,” he murmurs, rubbing the back of his neck. “What did you say honey?”

“Daydreaming, huh?” You tease, playfully pressing on his shoulder. He smiles, a little turn of lips slightly chapped from the weather, holding your hand then. “I said do you think I should go buy another?”

“You look fine, it's not… it's a little small but…”

“The freshman fifteen strikes!” He shakes his head at you and rolls his eyes.

“No, you're a woman now, you were just a kid when you wore that.” The way he says it makes you heat up- 

Does he see you as a woman now - and not the little girl he is so set on protecting, keeping just that, little forever?

“Are you going with her, Caleb?” Gran asks, walking in and gesturing. “You're not in swim trunks!”

“I didn't bring any, and my old ones I can't find anywhere.”

“Then let's both get bathing suits, this isn't working is it Gran.”

She laughs. “I mean, it's a little outdated I guess. While you two are out will you get a few things for me?”

“Of course, Gran.” She's giving you two a list, you slip on some jean shorts and Caleb offers you one of his button downs to cover up a bit, as your nipples threaten to just spill. “I'll drive!”

“Absolutely not.” You glare at him, earning his chuckle. God you're adorable when you do that, how your nose scrunched up. “I'll have a heart attack driving with you.”

“I'm not even that bad at it. I'll have you know I'm licensed now.” You tilt your chin up, but he takes out his own keys, jingling them high. “Hey!”

“Nuh uh, I drive. That's terrifying you're on the road.”

“Oh whatever!” You stick your tongue out, and soon the two of you are driving down the busy streets, he stops over at the mall the two of you grew up spending time in. “I wonder if it's changed?”

“Everything changes, pips,” you frown a bit at that, in his ominous, soft tone. “C’mon, let's get to picking something out.”

Caleb picks out a pair of purple and orange trunks in about two seconds, but suddenly everything you try on just doesn't look good enough. You're analyzing every part of yourself to death - what type of woman does Caleb like? Did he have a type? Were you close to it, or the opposite?

What did it matter?

“We're gonna be late for your own party if you don't at least choose something,” he says outside the dressing room, rapping at the door. You sigh now, opening it, as he takes in the simple black bikini, momentarily stunned.

“I can't figure this buckle out. But this is the only one I think looks okay.” He frowns then, stepping inside the dressing room, right behind you, looking at the delicate curve of your spine, finding the silver buckle in the back of the top.

“You look amazing, you always do in anything,” you look down nervously, feeling goosebumps raise where his fingers slide up, fixing the straps gently. “Hey. Look at me.”

You meet his eyes in the mirror, a boy you've always been so comfortable with, now you can't help but wonder what he thinks of your body. In ways you shouldn't think. It should be easy, the closest person to you in here, but his gaze in the mirror is too much, his big hands slipping down your bare arms.

“You're worried about how you look? That's not like you,” he murmurs, stepping closer and holding that eye contact in your reflection. You feel your body heat up at his nearness, breasts rising and falling. “That boyfriend's gonna be there? Is that your worry?”

You swallow, nodding, a lie.

You always lie to avoid the truth, it's Caleb's eyes and attention you crave. You always have.

“He'd only be so lucky to even see you,” he leans his chin down, two hands slipping across your waist, you bite back a moan. “You're beautiful.”

“Caleb,” you turn your head, breaths coming quicker, eyes locking as he delicately holds your chin. “Do you say that because you love me so much?”

“You think it's to be nice?” He laughs, that short sound with no humor, exhaling and tugging you closer.

“You're always too nice to me, you always have been.” He shakes his head, noses brushing just barely, the quiet dressing room so small then it feels like it's closing in on you.

It's just you and Caleb.

“I mean every word I say to you, you're beautiful in anything. Don't worry about what he thinks or anyone else, know what I think.” You turn to him then, making him tense as you press him against the wall, and his hands come to grip your waist, hugging him tightly. “You worry too much.”

“You always make me feel beautiful,” he runs his hands through your hair, ache deep in his body. He knows one more moment and he's going to lose control.

He can't ever.

“Let's buy this one,” he says softly, you nod, smiling up at him so pretty then. “Good, I'll buy it for you.”

He takes off the tag, and before you can protest he's out of the room. Leaving you trembling, wetness slipping out though you're trying to hold it back. You touch the cool glass of the mirror, leaning forward and seeing the faint mark of last night, next to Caleb's burn.

You wish he marked you everywhere.

*****

Watching you giggle and laugh with your friends brought Caleb back, they all came and asked him a million questions, they all have crushes on him, but they’re sweet to you. They’re so happy to catch up, as are some of Caleb’s old friends from high school and college, it feels nearly perfect, aside from the fact that he can’t do what he wants.

Hold your hand in public, kiss you in front of them all.

Seeing couples all around, seeing that boy from last night who Caleb would love to launch in the fucking pool and kill for leaving a mark on you, it all sinks in, as it does for you when you see so many gathered around him. Girls listen to his every word, as he blushes a bit under the attention, brushing back his dark brown locks, wet from the pool.

He catches your gaze across the other side of the long, rectangular pool, seeing you sitting next to the boy, your legs in the water. He sees his hand on your thigh and thinks of cutting it the fuck off, as you look at a girl touching his bare shoulder, whispering something in his ear, making you want to yank her off him.

But neither of you can, and shouldn’t want it, any of it.

In the pool later, you’re on Caleb’s back like a little monkey, he can’t stop laughing at the memories, when he walks you to the deep end. You cling tighter to his neck, thighs pressing on either side, and he feels it, that heat again, since he’s been back every time you’re near him he does. He knows what it means, but he’s terrified to act on his instincts.

Instincts to fill your pussy up with his fingers, the ones that press into your thighs, your lips are so close to his neck as you giggle. “I’m scared, it’s too deep!”

“Nah, I’ve got you pipsqueak, relax.” He says softly, you tense even more, earning another laugh of his, as you hear your friends talking.

He loves her like a little sister.

He’s so sweet to her!

They’re so close, he’s such a good stepbrother.

Even after all these years!

You both tense as you hear it, the words stabbing both of your hearts, while you suffer in silence.

“A little sister,” you repeat softly, he turns his head, but you hide your face now. “Is that how you see me, Caleb?”

“I… you… we…” he trails off then, breaths coming too quick, fumbling what he wants to say, unsure if he ever should let that secret go. “How do you want me to see you?”

“I just want to be seen by you,” your words break him, as you tug off, clearing your throat. “I want to go home.”

“Yeah, okay.”

You step up those pool stairs, giving him a perfect view of your ass, the curves of your body, he sees other eyes on you, especially that boy, who walks up to you now. His fists clench at his sides as you smile and speak for a bit, toweling off, and when he has the audacity to kiss your cheek Caleb almost does commit murder.

He’s furious when the two of you get back in the car, silently fuming and raging, you’re all wrapped up in a towel as he is, both dripping along the leather seats of Caleb’s car, while his hands grip the wheel tightly, and his jaw his set. You see a vein bulging from it, as you look at him, while he starts the car, a gentle hum, you go to put on your favorite song, but he pauses it.

“What’s up, Caleb? Didn’t have fun?” You ask softly, and he scoffs, glaring at you now, the cool air from the vents making your nipples perk up in the slick black material of your top, drawing him in with every breath.

“Fun, no. I didn’t have fun.”

“Not even with everyone all over you?”

“What!?” He glares, the sweet Caleb you know is gone in this moment, he’s just a gorgeous fucking man, a furious man, leaning over you so big and broad, one huge hand cupping your face, your breath catches as he leans low. “Ya mad they did?”

“No!” He scowls now, ever closer, as your hand slips up his perfect, chiseled torso, still gleaming from the pool, eyeing his chest to avoid his knowing gaze.

“Did you like getting attention from him?” He touches that mark again, you bite your lower lip, nodding.

Another lie.

“So much that you’re burning here?” He cups you right over your bikini then, you gasp at it, eyes fluttering shut at how good it feels, his thumb pressing the slick heat over your clit. “Always so hot, is it him? Thinking of him?”

“How do you… notice it’s… hot?” you manage a little glare, and his own deepens, as you taste his minty breath, his other hand entangled in the wet locks of your hair.

“How can I not notice how hot it always is? How wet it’s been,” you whine out as he slips his fingers into your waist band, tummy tensing with need, your hand entangling in his hair now, earning his soft moan. “It’s soaking wet, isn’t it? Do you need me to help you?”

You nod weakly, and he moans louder, right in a car in front of a fucking party, anyone could see his hand between your legs, how close you two were to kissing. “I need you, Caleb.”

“Are you wet for him, pips?” He whispers, your thighs tremble as he finally touches your cunt for the first time, fingers finding your hot, pouring wetness, your head falls back and he eyes that mark. “Answer me, now.”

“Can’t,” your whisper is met with the squishing of your wet, soppy cunt as Caleb quickly finds your clit, he’s never even touched a pussy but the moment he brushes it and feels it twitching under his rough fingertip, he presses more. He kisses the burn he left, causing a sweet pain, as he rolls his finger. “Caleb, please,”

“Please what? Can’t tell me why you’re like this? Is it his kisses here?” He goes to that spot now, biting it hard, making you cry out at the pain. “If I marked you, it wouldn’t be a little pathetic one like this, no I’d leave so many bruises that would last for days, weeks.”

“Caleb! Ah!” He’s going in quicker circles, biting your skin and sucking, so hard you’re crying at how good it feels, your cunt is gushing, throbbing around nothing, aching to be filled. “Please…”

“Mmm,” he moans so sexy in your ear, dying to fuck this perfect pussy, so wet he never could have imagined, watching the purple and red form from his suction, looking at his teeth marks. “Answer me, what’s it from? Your slutty little pussy all soaking wet, huh?”

“I… you… Caleb…” the way he’s acting, talking, the insane look in his eyes, it’s so much you can’t speak - terrified to say the words.

You want him, only him, ever him.

He drags himself away, right before you cum, you’re shaking then, when he tugs your bikini bottoms, eyeing your beautiful cunt to commit it to memory, your beautiful face, lips parted, eyes dilated. You end him just fucking existing, all the need about to explode, when he knows he can’t.

What would gran say, what would people say, if he fucks the girl everyone thinks he sees as a fucking ‘little sister’ and not the woman he wants to marry, to breed, to keep pregnant and locked in his house. He drags his fingers to his lips, sucking you off them in one move, as you watch, shaking in his hold, and he slips the rest of your sweetness along your own lips.

“Can’t answer, then I can’t help you.” You gasp as he pulls back, like it’s fucking no big deal he just touched your clit, like his lips aren’t glistening with you. “Seatbelt up, Pips, gotta be safe.”

Safe, safe!?

The drive home is quiet, it’s too fucking quiet, the tension so palpable you can hardly breathe until you step outside. You rush in the house, making some lame excuse that you’ve had too much sun, internally losing it inside. What was that, what was it, him touching you there!? Him sucking you off him? Knowing you’ve been wet for him, leaving you throbbing.

You’re furious as you lay there later in tears, ignoring the soft knocks from him on your door, ignoring the texts he keeps sending to your phone. You’re confused, hurt and aching, throwing the blankets over your face, as he desires nothing more than to tell you how much he loves you. How he’s sorry that he acted that way, but how could he not be furious, jealous?

If you were wet it needed to be from him.

He had the chance, he finally felt you, tasted you, almost kissed you, only to let the jealousy ruin it - but there is no other way for Caleb. He needs you to be his, and only his, it’s why he’s ran off every boyfriend you’ve ever fucking had, it’s why he almost killed that boy today for coming near you, it’s why you now have a bruise forming on your neck.

It’s uncontrollable, his need, endless.

How does Caleb live in a world where you’re not his?

If they don't fuck imma crash out aha they're killing me

It wasn’t the first night you walked into the shared kitchen in one of your tiny little sleep dresses—but this one had lace trim that swayed with every step and straps thin enough to slip off your shoulder. You weren’t even trying to be sexy. That was the worst part. You were just… comfortable.

And Mingi was already sitting at the counter, hoodie pulled halfway down his arms, curls messy from sleep. His eyes trailed up from your bare legs to the way the fabric clung to your hips. Silent. But you felt him staring.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked, padding across the tile barefoot, opening the fridge for a water bottle.

“Not really,” his voice came low. Rough. “You?”

You shrugged, turning around to face him, and leaned back against the fridge—completely unaware of how the thin fabric stretched across your chest. “Kinda warm tonight.”

Mingi didn’t say anything at first. He just kept looking at you, jaw ticking like he was holding something back.

It’d been two months since you moved in. Your best friend’s brother had offered the extra room when you said you needed a place. You trusted him. You knew he was older, a bit… different from the boys you’d dated before, but he never did anything to make you uncomfortable.

Until lately.

Lately, he lingered.

Watched.

“You always wear stuff like that to bed?” he finally asked, voice lower now.

You blinked. “Huh?”

“That little dress.” His eyes dropped to your thighs, where the hem rested dangerously high. “You walk around in that, knowing I’m home?”

You laughed a little. Nervous. “It’s not that short…”

Mingi stood up slowly, towering. The way he walked around the counter felt too quiet, too smooth, until he was right in front of you—so close you had to tilt your chin up just to keep eye contact.

“You’re either real clueless,” he murmured, reaching one hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “or you want me to stare.”

Your breath hitched. “Mingi…”

He smiled—lazy, dark, dangerous. “You ever been fucked right?”

You froze.

Your voice dropped into a whisper. “I’ve… only been with one guy. It wasn’t like that.”

Mingi groaned. “Figures.” He leaned in close, lips brushing your ear. “Bet you’ve never had someone stretch this cute little pussy open, make you cry, huh?”

Your thighs pressed together. You didn’t answer.

“You’d let me ruin you?” he muttered, voice thick. “Make you drool all over this kitchen counter?”

That was it. That was the moment something snapped. You nodded—tiny, trembling—and whispered:

“...Please.”

Mingi didn’t wait for you to say more. The second that quiet please left your lips, his hand was on your waist, dragging you flush against him like he’d been holding back for too long. You gasped when you felt how hard he already was—thick and pressed against your stomach through his sweats.

And then he kissed you.

Hard.

It wasn’t soft or shy or sweet like your ex used to kiss. Mingi kissed like he wanted to eat every breath from your lungs. Tongue in your mouth, lips moving against yours with filthy hunger, like he needed to claim you before you could change your mind.

Your little whimper was swallowed by his mouth.

He gripped your hips, pulling you closer until your thin sleep dress rode higher up your thighs. His hands were so big—touching too much, yet not enough. One slipped down to squeeze your ass through the fabric, and he groaned into your mouth. “Fuck… you’ve been hiding this from me all this time?”

“I didn’t know you looked at me like that,” you mumbled breathlessly between kisses, hands fisting into his hoodie.

He pulled back just enough to stare down at you, pupils blown wide. “I’ve been looking at you every fucking night, bunny. You walking around in these tiny little dresses, all innocent and sweet, acting like you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing to me.”

You whimpered at the pet name—bunny—and it only made him grin darker.

“Not gonna fuck you for the first time in the kitchen,” he muttered, gripping your wrist and tugging you toward the hallway. “Not when I’ve waited this long. My room. Now.”

You followed, dizzy and needy, barely noticing how your thighs brushed together with every step.

His room smelled like him—clean laundry and something warm, masculine. It was bigger than yours by far, and the bed looked like it could swallow you whole. He didn’t even turn on the light—just kicked the door shut and pushed you gently until you fell back onto the mattress.

You sat there, wide-eyed and flushed, legs folded under you.

Mingi’s hoodie was already coming off, revealing bare skin and toned arms as he stepped closer. “Take it off,” he ordered softly, nodding at your sleep dress. “Wanna see all of you.”

Your fingers trembled a little as you reached for the straps, slowly pulling them down one by one. The fabric slid down your chest… then over your waist… pooling around your hips before you pulled it off completely.

You sat there naked, knees pressed together, heart pounding so loud you swore he could hear it.

Mingi’s gaze dragged over you—slow, heavy, drinking in everything. “Fuck, baby… you’re gonna be the death of me.”

He dropped to his knees between your legs and pushed them apart gently, licking his lips.

“You ever been eaten out, sweetheart?”

You shook your head, shy. “No…”

His grin was wicked. “Good. You’ll remember your first.”

“Lie back for me,” Mingi murmured, guiding your shoulders until you were sprawled across his sheets—legs parted, chest rising and falling in uneven little breaths.

He kissed up the inside of your thigh first. Slow. Teasing. You whimpered when his nose brushed close to where you were already wet, and he groaned low in his throat.

“Shit… you’re already dripping.”

Your hands gripped the sheets tightly as his breath ghosted over your folds. And then—his tongue. One long, slow lick up your slit that had your hips jerking off the bed.

“Oh—Mingi—!”

“Yeah, baby?” he mumbled against your pussy, voice already wrecked. “Sensitive little thing, huh? Gonna cry just from my mouth?”

You shook your head, biting your lip, but the way your thighs trembled said otherwise.

Mingi didn’t tease for long. He licked you open and flat-out devoured you—his tongue dragging through every inch of you, dipping into your hole, circling your clit until your back arched off the bed. His grip on your thighs kept you spread, even as you twisted, even when you whimpered, “Mingi, I— I think I’m gonna—!”

He didn’t stop.

He growled into you, “Give it to me, bunny. Wanna taste how cute you cum.”

Your thighs shook. Your stomach tensed. And just as you hit the edge, his tongue flattened against your clit—and then slap—

His palm smacked against your dripping pussy. Just once. Light. Experimental.

You screamed.

Not from pain. From how violently your orgasm hit. It tore through you in messy, uncontrollable waves—and then you felt it. That hot rush, the release, the wet spray that soaked his mouth and chin and dripped down your thighs.

“Oh—oh my God—!”

You were trembling, toes curled, hands gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white.

Mingi pulled back just enough to see the mess—lips wet, eyes blown out with shock and arousal. “Fuck, baby… you just squirted.”

You were still catching your breath, wide-eyed and teary, lips parted. “I—I didn’t mean to—”

He laughed. Dark. Proud. “Don’t apologize.” He leaned up, licking your slick from his fingers. “I’m making you do that again.”

Still trembling from the mess he’d pulled out of you, you tried to close your legs—but Mingi’s grip was firm.

“Ah, ah. Not done yet, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice gravelly and way too calm for someone who just got squirted on. “Still so sensitive... what, already crying?” he cooed as his fingers brushed your soaked clit.

You whimpered, legs kicking at the overwhelming touch. “I-It’s too much, Mingi—!”

But he just grinned, licking his lips. “Mm… I think you can give me one more. You got another one in this pretty pussy, right?”

You were too dazed to answer, and that only made him laugh—low and dark.

Then came his fingers. Two of them, thick and slow, sliding into you while his thumb pressed on your clit. He watched you with hungry eyes as your back arched again, moaning out broken little gasps.

And when you got close—that sweet, tense twist in your belly coming back—he stopped.

Pulled his hand back entirely.

You blinked in confusion, cheeks flushed, lips parted in a soft whine. “W-Why’d you stop…”

Mingi leaned down, nose brushing yours, smirking. “You think I’m gonna let you cum that easy, bunny? After that messy little squirt? Nah. I wanna watch you fall apart first.”

You squirmed under him, legs rubbing together for friction, whining softly as he started teasing again—light flicks over your clit with the very tip of his tongue.

Then fingers. Just pressing at your entrance, not pushing in.

You were twitching, gasping. “Please, Mingi, wanna cum… I wanna—wanna feel it again…”

He let out a low hum, lips brushing your inner thigh. “Such a needy little baby. One good orgasm and now you can’t even speak right?”

“Mingi—please!”

He slapped your pussy again. Sharp. Hot. Not enough to hurt, just enough to make your whole body jolt.

“Say it better, sweetheart. Use your words. What do you want?”

You sniffled, eyes glassy. “Wanna cum… wanna feel your fingers, your tongue, anything— please, Mingi, I’ll be good—”

“Shit.” He sucked a breath through his teeth, finally sliding two fingers in again, pumping hard. “You’re too fucking cute when you beg.”

This time—he let you cum.

And you screamed, all messy and twitching, a moaning little thing with your back off the bed and your thighs trembling around his head. You sobbed through it, babbling nonsense, fingers gripping the sheets as your slick dripped down his wrist.

But Mingi didn’t stop.

He kept going.

Sloppy thrusts. No rhythm. Just filthy, greedy, overstimulating pleasure while you whimpered, “T-Too much—gonna break, Mingi—ah, ah—!”

“Oh, baby…” he groaned, tongue dragging up your soaked folds one more time. “You’re already broken.”

He’d barely given you time to catch your breath before pulling you into his lap—legs trembling, lips parted with a dazed little pout as you straddled his hips.

“C’mere, baby,” Mingi said, voice low and wrecked, “Wanna see you ride this cock. Wanna watch those pretty tits bounce while I ruin that dumb little head of yours.”

Your hands pressed against his chest for balance, thighs already shaky as you lined yourself up—his cock thick and heavy against your folds. He didn’t even help. Just laid back with that smug, perverted smirk on his face like he had all the time in the world.

“You gonna do it all by yourself, sweetheart?” he teased, thumb brushing your lip. “Show me how bad you want it.”

You whimpered, biting down on his thumb, and slowly sank down.

“Oh fuck—”

Your mouth dropped open in a silent cry as he filled you up, inch by inch, stretching you so deep it felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your eyes fluttered shut, the burn so good, the pressure perfect—and when you finally sat flush against his hips, you were already shaking.

Mingi hissed through his teeth, staring up at you with that hungry look. “Shit, baby, look at you—taking all of me like that… Tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever felt.”

You whimpered, hips rolling instinctively. “Mingi… s’too big…”

He grabbed your waist, dragging you up just enough before letting you drop back down. “Nah, baby. You’re made for this. For me. Show me how you fuck.”

So you moved.

Bounced.

Slow at first, thighs burning from the stretch, your tits jiggling with every drop. And Mingi? He looked feral. One hand behind his head, the other lazily cupping your breast, watching it bounce with a low groan.

“Fuck… fuck, look at you,” he growled, thrusting up once to meet you and make you yelp. “Look how cute you are—riding my cock like it’s the only thing that matters.”

You cried out, little sobs slipping past your lips as you bounced harder, sloppier, the sounds of your slick echoing in the room.

“Am I makin’ you dumb, bunny?” he grinned, pulling on your waist to make you slam down harder. “You’re mumblin’ again…”

“I—ahh—feels s’good, Mingi, too good—dizzy—!”

“Yeah? You gonna cum on this cock?” he grunted, thrusting up to meet you again, fast and deep. “Gonna soak me like a filthy little slut?”

You nodded frantically, sobbing now, fingers clawing at his chest. “Please—please, wanna cum, please, please—!”

“Then cum.”

He sat up, mouth sucking one of your nipples into his mouth as you shattered—screaming, spasming around him, thighs locking up as you came so hard your whole body convulsed. Mingi groaned, holding you down on his cock, watching you lose your mind on top of him.

“Shit… You’re my favorite fucking toy now.”

Your thighs were quaking, tears running down your flushed cheeks, but you didn’t stop riding him. Not even when your head dropped back and your voice cracked from all the soft, incoherent sobs spilling out of your lips.

“S-s’too much—Mingi, f-fuck—can’t—!”

“Oh, but you can, baby.” His voice was wrecked with hunger, obsessed with the way you looked losing your mind on his cock. “You’re so cute when you cry like this. Makes me wanna keep you stuffed and full forever.”

He grabbed both of your tits, squeezing them roughly as he thrusted up into you hard enough to make you scream.

You sobbed, nails digging into his chest, your thighs trembling violently as the pleasure got too sharp, too deep, but he wasn’t letting up.

“Mingi—! Gonna cum again—!”

He grinned, lazy and smug. “Yeah? Show me.”

You came with a sob, body locking up as you spasmed around him, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth as you collapsed forward on his chest.

But he wasn’t done.

Not even close.

“Turn around.”

Your hazy, tear-streaked eyes blinked at him. “H-huh?”

Mingi didn’t wait—he flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so your ass was in the air, your face buried in the mattress. You were so sensitive, so wrecked, and you felt him line back up without missing a beat.

Then—

SMACK!

You yelped.

“God, this ass is too fucking perfect,” he groaned, giving your cheek another hard slap. “Could stare at it all day.”

“M-Mingi—!”

SMACK!

“Say thank you.”

You whined, face burning. “T-thank you…”

“That’s my girl.” He slammed into you without mercy, burying himself to the hilt in one thrust.

Your scream was muffled by the sheets, fists grabbing at the blankets as he pounded into you from behind—relentless, filthy, insatiable.

He grabbed your hair, yanking your head up. “Let me hear you beg again. C’mon, say you love this cock.”

You hiccupped on a moan, body trembling like crazy. “L-love it—love your cock, Mingi—please, more, please!”

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, thrusting faster, the sound of your skin slapping echoing in the room. “I’m gonna make you squirt again. Gonna spank you while you cry on my dick.”

SMACK!

You screamed.

SMACK!

Tears spilled down again, body burning from both pleasure and pain as you felt yourself losing it all over again.

“I—I’m gonna—!”

“Do it. Squirt for me, baby. Make a mess on my cock.”

You cried out, body convulsing as you exploded, the gush of your release soaking his cock and thighs as you collapsed forward, babbling nothing but broken moans and needy whines.

And Mingi? He kept fucking you through it, whispering filthy things in your ear while he used your soft, fucked-out body like it was his personal toy.

Your legs gave out underneath you, dropping you in a trembling, sticky heap on the bed. Your thighs glistened with slick and spit, your chest rising and falling as soft hiccupy sobs slipped from your lips. Mingi had just pulled out, thick and hard and soaked in everything you’d given him—again.

But he hadn’t finished.

Not yet.

You peeked up at him through heavy lashes, eyes glassy and lips glossy with drool, a faint little whimper catching in your throat. Your body ached, pussy twitching with need, and your brain was too fogged up to think straight—but the emptiness was too much.

“M-Mingi…” Your voice cracked.

He stood at the edge of the bed, stroking himself slowly, watching you fall apart with a low, smug chuckle. “Look at you,” he teased. “Cute little thing, still crying. Didn’t I just make you squirt all over me?”

You shook your head, sniffled, and crawled to the edge of the bed on shaky hands and knees. “I-it’s not enough…” you whimpered, blinking up at him with big watery eyes.

“Oh?” He tilted his head. “You still want more, baby?”

You nodded, sniffling again, reaching out with both hands to grab at his thighs, pressing your cheek against the base of his cock like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. “Please… please cum inside me… I w-want it so bad, Mingi, want you to ruin me…”

He groaned, grip tightening around his shaft.

“Been so good, haven’t I?” you mumbled, voice all cracked and wet and soft. “Let you use me however you wanted… I d-did everything—so please, fill me up…”

Tears ran down your flushed cheeks as your voice dropped even more—sweet and whiny and broken. “Don’t wanna be empty anymore…”

“Fuck—” He hissed through his teeth, eyes dark with lust as he looked down at you, trembling and begging and so fucking perfect.

He grabbed you, hard, lifting you up with ease and laying you on your back again, legs spread wide and shaking. “You wanna be full, baby?” he growled, lining himself up. “I’ll make sure you never feel empty again.”

You gasped when he slammed back inside you, and a sob broke out of your throat.

“Th-thank you—thank you, Mingi—!”

He groaned, wrapping your legs around his waist and pounding into you with feverish need, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other held your hip steady. “Crying while you thank me? Shit, baby, you’re gonna kill me…”

You were blabbering now, voice high and pitchy, clinging to his back as he drove you into the mattress. “Feels so good—so deep—Mingi, I’m gonna break—!”

“You’re already broken, sweetheart.” He kissed your temple, whispering like a lover even as he fucked you like a demon. “And you’re so fucking cute like this. So desperate, so messy, all mine right now…”

And when he finally came—hard, with a deep groan and his face buried in your neck—you cried out again, feeling the heat flood your core, your hands clawing at him as your body twitched through the aftershocks.

Still gasping, still trembling, still mumbling barely-there thank-yous.

And Mingi just held you, sweaty and breathless, as if he was never letting you go.

You didn’t even realize you were still leaking around him until he shifted his hips, still buried deep in your swollen, overstretched walls. Mingi’s hand rubbed soothing circles into your back, his lips brushing over your forehead in soft little kisses. You felt so warm—so full—your breath slowing, your heartbeat steadying under the weight of his body.

But his cock was still inside you.

Still thick, twitching every now and then.

And he was hardening again.

You mumbled something incoherent, more like a dreamy hum than actual words, nuzzling into his neck.

“…You awake, baby?” Mingi whispered, voice hoarse, raspy with exhaustion.

You nodded sleepily, cheeks sticky with dried tears and your thighs aching deliciously. “Mmhm… still inside…”

“Still warm,” he groaned, grinding his hips just enough to feel your pussy clench. “Fuck… you’re hugging me so tight, baby. You gonna let me use you one more time?”

A sleepy whimper slipped out, and your fingers curled into his back. “T-too much…”

“Just one more,” he murmured, voice sweet but filthy. “You’re already so full, might as well keep stuffing you, yeah?”

He rolled his hips again, deeper this time, and you gasped—tired, overstimulated, but already soaking all over again. “Mingi… I can’t—”

“You can,” he whispered, lips brushing against your temple. “You’re doing so good, baby. So pretty, even when you’re crying… my cute little roommate.”

He slowly started thrusting, every movement gentle but deep, dragging out the squelch of his cum between your legs with each slow stroke.

You whimpered, head tilting back, your legs falling open for him like instinct. “Ngh… f-feels good…”

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Just let me fuck you through it, baby. Let me feel your cute little pussy milk me dry.”

You moaned louder this time, slurred words spilling from your lips in breathy little gasps. “So deep—Mingi, y-you’re still so big, why’s it still so big…”

He chuckled softly, eyes dark as he stared down at your fucked-out face. “Because you’re too cute, baby. Can’t help myself…”

He kept going, slow and thick and messy, not even bothering to pull out as his cum dripped down between your cheeks, mixing with your slick and his spit. You blinked up at him, dazed and broken and glowing all at once.

And when he finally came again with a quiet, shuddering groan, you whimpered at the warmth flooding you for the second time.

“…Mingi…” you breathed out, nearly incoherent. “Y-you’re gonna break me…”

“You’re already broken, sweetheart,” he murmured, laying soft kisses along your collarbone as he rutted lazily into you a few more times before stilling.

“But fuck, baby… I’ve never seen anything as pretty as you falling apart.”

The sunlight was barely peeking through the blinds when you stirred, your legs twitching from the dull ache between them. You were wrapped up in warmth—Mingi's chest against your back, his heavy arm draped around your waist, and his cock still lazily nestled against your ass, soft but twitching with every slow breath.

“Mingi…” you whispered sleepily, voice hoarse and sweet.

He groaned low, nuzzling into your neck. “Morning already?”

You giggled softly, your body sore in all the right places. “My thighs hurt…”

He kissed your shoulder. “Good. That means I fucked you right.”

You turned your face toward him, cheeks hot, eyes still puffy from last night’s cute little crying fits. “Pervert.”

“Your pervert.” He smirked, biting playfully at your earlobe. “And you loved it.”

You hummed. “I did…”

There was a beat of silence, and then you sighed. “But I’m sticky. We’re gross.”

“Guess we should clean up, huh?” he whispered, voice already heavy with mischief.

Before you could protest, he rolled you both out of bed and scooped you up bridal-style, your sleep dress barely hanging on your shoulders. You squealed, arms flying around his neck.

“Mingi—!”

“I said we’re showering. Gotta make sure my baby is squeaky clean.”

He kicked the bathroom door open and sat you on the cold counter, standing between your legs with his hands on your bare thighs. He just stared at you for a second—at the messed-up lace, the little bruises, the faint red handprints he’d left behind.

And then, “You gonna let me clean you with my tongue again, baby?”

You blinked at him, lips parting.

“…You’re hopeless.”

But when you opened your legs for him again, you both knew you didn’t mean it.

Mingi turned the shower on, steam curling into the room as the water heated up. While it warmed, he leaned down and kissed you—slow and deep, his tongue lazily exploring your mouth while his big hands slid under your sleep dress, dragging it up and off your body.

“Still so cute even when you’re wrecked,” he murmured, voice low and thick with sleep and lust. “Wanna fuck you all over again.”

Your body twitched at his words, your thighs pressing together instinctively. “I’m still sore…”

“I’ll be gentle,” he said—though the glint in his eyes said otherwise.

He picked you up again and stepped into the shower with you, water cascading over both your bodies, his arms strong and steady around you. You let out a shaky breath as the warmth soothed your aching muscles, but your comfort didn’t last long.

Mingi pinned your back to the slick wall tiles, water running down his broad shoulders as he grabbed your thighs and hoisted them around his waist. His cock was already hard again, flushed and throbbing against your core.

“Y-you said gentle,” you mumbled, flushed and wide-eyed.

“I said I’ll try,” he corrected, smirking. “But you’re too damn addicting, baby. Can’t help it.”

You whined as he rubbed his cockhead along your folds, spreading his cum and your slick from the night before. “Mingi… I—”

“You’re always so wet for me,” he groaned. “Still leaking, baby? God, look at you…”

He pushed in slow—just the tip—and your eyes fluttered shut, your lips parting in a soft moan as your head thunked back against the tile. The heat of the water, the steam, his body against yours—it was all too much and not enough.

“F-fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, gripping your thighs tighter. “Even after everything I did last night…”

You gasped as he slid in deeper, your arms locking around his neck. “M-Mingi… ah—nghh—s-still sore…”

“I know, baby,” he cooed, kissing your cheek. “But you can take it. You always do. My good girl.”

His hips began to move, slowly at first—just enough for you to feel the stretch all over again. You whimpered into his shoulder, legs trembling, but your pussy clenched around him greedily.

“Making those cute noises again…” he muttered, voice almost desperate. “Say something for me, baby.”

“F-feels good,” you managed, your voice slurred, high and breathy. “So big—s-stretching me again…”

“You’re dripping,” he whispered against your ear. “Fucking leaking around me, and I’m not even moving fast yet.”

You let out a sob, your fingers tangling in his wet hair. “Please—Mingi—feels too good—don’t stop—”

And he didn’t.

He began thrusting harder, the sound of wet skin slapping echoing in the shower, water spraying off his back while he fucked you raw against the tile. You whimpered, moaned, your head rolling as he hit that same deep, sweet spot over and over until your body was convulsing in his arms.

“Cum for me,” he grunted. “Wanna feel you fall apart again.”

And you did—your eyes rolled back, your mouth fell open in a silent cry, your whole body shaking as you came hard around him. And right after, with a strangled groan, he buried himself deep and spilled inside you again.

For the fourth time.

You both panted, clinging to each other as the water kept pouring over you. Mingi kissed your temple softly.

“I should get a gold medal for this,” he muttered playfully.

You mumbled into his shoulder, barely coherent. “Mm… just feed me breakfast…”

He grinned. “After I eat you for breakfast again.”

After the shower, your legs barely held you up, so Mingi wrapped you in a towel and carried you straight to the kitchen like you weighed nothing. You were wearing one of his oversized shirts now—still damp and clinging to your soft curves, the hem brushing your thighs with every step you took.

Mingi was shirtless, sweatpants slung low on his hips, his hair still damp and messy. And the way his eyes kept dropping to your bare legs as he cooked? That hungry look never left.

“You know,” he muttered, flipping the pancakes in the pan, “I could bend you over this counter right now. Bet your pussy’s still twitching from the shower.”

You whimpered into your glass of juice, squirming in the stool you sat on. “Mingi…”

“What? I’m just saying,” he smirked, setting the plate down in front of you. “You looked so cute, all dumb and crying on my cock. How am I supposed to not talk about it?”

You pouted, hiding your red face behind your fork. “You’re so dirty…”

“And you love it,” he whispered as he leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “You love when I talk to you like that, don’t you? Gettin’ all shy now, but you were begging me to spank your pussy five minutes ago.”

Your thighs clenched automatically, eyes fluttering. “That was… different…”

He kissed your temple and slid into the stool beside you. “Nah. You’re just my pretty little pillow princess who gets shy after being ruined.”

You shoved his arm playfully, cheeks hot. “Eat your pancake, pervert.”

But your voice was so soft, your smile too wide—because you did love it. Every filthy word, every dirty look he gave you like you were his favorite thing to ruin.

Mingi leaned on his elbow, watching you eat with that same smirk tugging at his lips.

“After this… I’m putting you back in bed,” he murmured lowly. “And you’re gonna sit on my cock nice and slow while I kiss you. Let’s see how many times I can make you cum without moving my hips.”

You choked on your juice.

He likes to match clothes, so he buys a few things for both of you.

He likes it when you wear his clothes; it makes him feel some type of way.

When it comes to you, he doesn’t have to drop whatever he’s doing to be by your side.

He’s so whipped, it’s crazy.

He likes to make you laugh. He likes to hear the sound of your laughter; it makes him happy.

He gets sad when he’s not with you; he needs to have you around at all times.

When it’s time to sleep, he likes to cuddle you. He feels safe if he has his arms wrapped around you.

He has so many pictures of you two on his phone.

He likes to go out for a walk with your hand in his

He always tells you how he’s feeling; he knows you will listen carefully and give him advice.

You are his best friend, his other half, and everyone can tell how much he loves you.

He’s really patient with you and never gets mad at you.

He's trying to make you dinner, but it doesn’t go as planned.

He teaches you how to dance to his music or exo music.

jackson doesn’t think there’s anything he’s ever wanted more. he’s thought about it early in your relationship, when he truly realized that you’re the one. the one he could start a family with. and when he was sure of it, he was never afraid to share with you how much he wanted this. a baby.

he talked about it a lot with you. it became your regular pillow talk. “you want it too though, right? like, you think about it sometimes?” jackson would ask while holding your back against his chest in bed. his voice always got awfully quiet and soft during those moments compared to his normal tone.

you’d indulge him, tiredly listening or answering him in the best way that wouldn’t make him think having a baby is completely off the table.

he gets so excited, thinking about those things so far ahead. he made sure to promise you that he would take such good care of her. promised he’ll be there to watch her every step. and he was sure to use ‘her’ because he had the deepest feeling that your first child would be a girl.

“of course i do, jackson. it sounds so nice but.. just not right now. it’s not the right time.”

and he’d nod in understanding. your lives were just insanely busy, bringing a child into the relationship while things weren’t slowing down as soon as you’d liked it to, would probably bring more chaos than joy.

“but one day, right? we’ll have a baby one day, won’t we?” he whispered quietly in the darkness of the room, burying his face in your hair.

you pulled apart his hands from where his fingers locked over your stomach and brought it up to your lips, leaving soft kisses on the back of it. “one day.”

but as the weeks turned into months, that one day was never brought up again. after things had finally calmed down a bit, he thought that maybe you’d be the first to bring it up because he didn’t want to seem too desperate, (although he was) but you never did.

jackson silently planned things out to himself. it was going to be nothing but staying home and wasting time together. he even planned the day he was going to propose to you. not exactly in that order.

he was even convinced he was being given signs, just from a simple and innocent encounter with a fan who happened to be a new mother. she wore a white dress and all jackson could think about was what you’d look like in a white dress, post-birth glow.

the fat, rosy cheeked baby sat in her stroller, squealed in utter joy, easily entertained at the childish game jackson had initiated. a smile almost wider than his face came playing onto his lips, entranced and in complete awe of the adorable infant and her baby giggles.

jackson doesn’t think there’s anything he’s ever wanted more.

the night dragged on as it usually did. attending important parties with you because something’s always being celebrated. and then leaving before someone could convince him to take a private plane to another party in a different city.

when you made it back to your hotel room, there was just no way he could keep his hands off of you. kissing all over your face and neck, gripping each part of your body he possibly could and dug his fingertips into your plushy skin.

there was just no way he could stop himself. not when you’re so warm around him, your gasps and whimpers echoing in his ear. not when he’s so balls deep inside of you, his fingers gripping tight on the sheets, making his knuckles turn white.

“tell me when to stop.” he choked out, the vein running down the side of his neck looking prominent.

“w-why?” you didn’t want him to stop and you didn’t know why he’d ask that of you.

“cause if you don’t,” he groaned, hips snapping forward into yours, “i’m afraid i might put a baby in you.” jackson closed his eyes, not sure he wanted to see your reaction, and leaned his forehead against your shoulder.

the soft gasp you let out didn’t go unnoticed or the way you clenched around him, making him draw a sharp breath. he tried to get himself to stop, brought his rutting to a minimum but didn’t completely still inside of you because that would have been pure torture.

“okay.”

jackson sweetly whimpered when you tangled your fingers in his hair and gently tugged at it, making his head tilt back up. he looked at you with widened eyes and a slightly parted mouth.

“okay?” he repeated, wanting to be sure that he heard you correctly.

“yeah.” you shrugged. “i want you to put a baby in me.”

he was so blissful, removing himself completely off of your body and burying his face in his hands. you allow him to revel in it. even if he was too loud, putting you both at risk of getting kicked out. even if he was jogging around the room, nakedly, with his fists in the air, as if he’s won a boxing match. you didn’t mind if he basked a little more.

“we’re going to make the fattest, most cutest baby girl, ever.” you felt jackson’s body again, his frame fit like a missing jigsaw piece.

“what makes you so sure it’s going to be a girl?”

“i’ve got a really good sense for these things. trust me. you’re having a girl.”

your heart suddenly got overly emotional. he was so beautiful and you were in complete awe over his certainty. it didn’t take long for your gawking to finish before his lips were feverishly against yours.

he was so desperate, yet so slow, savoring the moment. the feelings that he caused to belly within you were unexplainable.

jackson lowered his mouth to your breast then took the nipple between his lips, pressing lightly with his tongue. you cried out – like your whole body was too hot and you couldn't breathe – bringing up a hand to trace his fingers across your other breast, but if he stopped you felt like you would die. you gripped his bare shoulders, holding on for dear life against the onslaught of sensations.

you gasped as he pushed into you for the second time, amazed by the electricity that rocketed through you. your legs wrapped around his hips of their own accord, seeking a better angle, searching for more. even now, he moved with grace, sliding in and out of you slowly and steadily. only his rapid breath, occasionally coming out in a strangled moan.

it’s pure torture how slow he is sliding into you but feels exquisite. you gently roll against him, moaning as he slowly moves in and out of you. the pace is keeping the orgasm just out of reach, keeping you on edge; desperately clenching around him and pushing your hips into his to increase speed. but jackson’s hands remain firm on your hips, controlling the movements. both of your breathing is heavy, both moaning loudly as the need to find your release hits an all-time high.

going so slow was hard for him as well, though. he couldn’t hold it for long but he also didn’t want to rush it. and he never liked cumming before you did. what kind of man would that make him? had to treat you right.

jackson dropped down to his elbows, leaning on either side of your face as he panted heavily, the foot of your heels digging into the curve at bottom of his spine.

“please, just a little harder…I need more…I can't…take it…oh god, jackson– “

he interrupted you with a hard kiss, hips rutting a little faster now. the rush of pleasure hit you, and your fingers grasped for purchase on his back, needing an anchor. it was almost unbearable, the electricity building where the two of you were joined, tingling down to your toes and making you lightheaded. jackson panted hot air against your neck, your lips, kissing you again and again, and the energy was building and building.

you looked at his face, knowing his was trying to hold on a little longer. maybe the realization had seriously hit him for real, this time. that this was it and he’ll probably be an actual dad like he wanted.

“jackson,” you panted, cupping his face with your hands, fingers wiping the sweaty hairs that stuck to his forehead, “it’s time.” you whispered.

and he nodded and replied, “okay.” his voice weak and strained.

you noticed his movements had grown more erratic, almost frantic, and the low grunt deep in his throat seemed to shudder down your spine and rocket down to where your bodies were joined.

"oh god," you breathed as the sensation overload finally seized you. your chest was tight and your nerves sizzled and your thighs clenched as the pleasure exploded and seeped into every cell of your body. he groaned, his forehead dropping down to your shoulder when your walls fluttered around him.

you fell into the aftershocks when he thrust into you one last time and cried out your name. you felt the rush of fluid inside you and reveled in the feel of his body shuddering in your arms. he trapped you under his heavy weight but the kisses he softly peppered along your neck and collarbone made you forget that it was hard to breathe.

not even mere seconds after, he started moving again, pushing even deeper, a whimper escaping your lips.

“j-jackson?” you stuttered, thighs tensing around his hips.