#dom caesar

caesar isn’t taking you lightly. not lightly at all. it’s harder to breathe now, and with the way your heart thumps in your chest you have half a mind it’ll give up on you soon. you wonder if caesar can feel it through where his palms rest on your chest. the patterned scarf around your neck feels more like a point of sanity than the tool of dehumanisation that it’s currently being used for.

a hand taps at your face before grabbing your cheeks roughly — caesar’s shining green eyes appear above you, accented by his trademark purple triangles, “ah, ah, don’t go passing out on me. thought you could handle this.”

“i can.” the fire in your eyes makes him smile, condescending hums slipping through his swollen lips. with your determination, caesar’s hips cease their sharp movements, switching to a slow grind above you, fat ass flush against your hips. a moan spills out of your lips at the feeling of being engulfed in his wet heat, and you grab at the small plush of his waist.

“h-ha, you’re twitching so much mio cucciolo, so deep inside me,” with his head thrown back and spine arched, caesar’s golden hair showers his broad shoulders, perfectly framing the dark pink blotches all over his tan skin. from where you’re lying beneath him, it’s like a painting come to life. the ease with which he steals your breath away pisses you off a little.

“whore.”

“i’m the whore?” he laughs at you, mocking and without the slightest hint of insult. his dick weeps with every swivel of his pelvis, hovering pretty and pink above your stomach and the sight makes your hips jump up. caesar doesn’t let it slip and gives a pointed thrust down, tugging you up by the neck with his headband, “should i remind you of the way you were acting before? you’re lucky my lab got cancelled.”

sure. he would’ve gone with you anyway. caesar had a habit of playing hard to get, despite his frequent daydreams about your cock. it’s a stark difference to joseph, who was proud to be at your beck and call — more than happy to let everyone else know about it, too.

“say what you want, blondie. you knew what you were doing, w-wearing that skimpy ass top,” caesar’s eyes narrow dangerously and the next thing you know he’s kissing you hard, teeth clashing messily together to make way for your tongues. the pain only makes you ache more for him, hissing into his mouth. then he’s back to bouncing again, his tight ass sucking you in so hungrily it has your stomach folding concave. when he pulls away from your lips the onslaught of pleasure leaves you gasping out begs, “fuck, cee! p-please, mmh, so tight—!”

“take it,” he growls between pants as he puts his thick muscles to use, pressing you further into the mattress with no room to escape. “whore.”

“oh god, ‘m gonna cum,”

the weight of caesar’s body glistening with sweat and gyrating flush against yours only spurs your orgasm on faster, not to mention the cruel encouragements whispered into your ear with a sliver of tongue, all for me bello?

unable to help yourself, you grasp at his hips to hold him in place for you to fuck into, once, twice, and a third time. it's the only semblance of control he’d given you this time but it was more than enough to push you over the edge, eyes rolling back into your head.

despite your warning, it still catches him by surprise. if his punched moans and whines of your name are anything to go by, caesar’s riding through his own high. he bucks rhythmically with your hips as you spill endlessly inside him, legs tightening around your own.

he curls his arms around your shoulders, not able to do much but let you bully your cum deeper into his ass with pathetic whimpers as the pressure swells. by the time you slump exhausted beneath him, caesar's already recovered. he picks up the loose tendrils of his headscarf once more to tug you into a deep kiss, more than pleased with how your muscles twitch in satisfaction. but then he feels something wet come into contact with his cheek and pulls back in pure glee.

“you’re crying, cucciolo. what a sight,” your eyes flutter open at his words, and sure enough, your vision blurs and warps with unshed tears. well, it wasn’t the first time.

regardless, caesar is just brimming with pride. and your seed. there’s only one thing left to do. the daylight filtering in through the windows is sufficient for his phone cameras to detail the telltale shine on your cheeks and the cloudy white of his cum decorating your stomach.

“you missed out jojo. see, look how fucked out he is.” the blond grips your face once more and turns it to the camera; you give a dazed, albeit sheepish, smile to prove his point and his ego throttles. he flips the phone around in his grip to give a bird’s eye view of your bodies, him still perched prettily atop your softening dick. there’s a playful swivel of his lithe hips, prompting a soft moan from both of you, “came so much inside of me. hope your lecture was worth it ;).”

and send.