Saw Your Requests Are Open And Had To Indulgeee

Caleb, who misses you and yearns for you with every fiber of his being, replaying every single memory of you in his mind like a movie. 

Caleb, who always thinks of your cute scrunched up face whenever he repairs his arm. He hated how he took you for granted and didn’t cherish the time he spent with you when you guys were younger. He thinks of you every second he’s breathing and he will continue to think of you every second he’s still alive. 

Caleb, who uses his right arm to hold himself during the painful nights he misses you, pretending it’s you hugging him instead.

Caleb, who has conversations with the voice in his head (he’s not going crazy) all about you and how much he wants to see you, hold you close and never let you go.

Caleb, who has dreams about you, even if you’re being mean or cruel to him in his dreams he’s still grateful that you’re in them at all. 

Caleb, who’s only reason to go on living is you. From the moment he met you up till now. When he was lost in Deepspace his will to see you was stronger than his will to survive.

Caleb, who has love hearts in his eyes every time he thinks about you, yet stays silent out of fear—afraid of the backlash if people just see you guys as nothing more than siblings. He’s scared that you only see him as an older brother figure and not someone you could love romantically. 

Caleb, who always comes to see you from time to time, secretly watching from a distance, his fists clenching so tightly that his knuckles turn white and his nails bite into his palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks as he sees you with others.

Caleb, who’ll always be here for you no matter what, but he would always want to keep you around him. He’ll buy you anything you want. Cook anything you want. Do anything you want, as long as you don’t leave his side.

A/N: Totally didn't write this immediately after hearing my brother go on a rant about this girl he’s crushing on.  Art creds : Borrowed Promise - Love and Deepspace Dividers by @omi-resources

Clingy!Satoru who calls you every night that you're not in his bed, so he can snuggle his pampered butt into bed and fall asleep to your voice; cheek squished comfortably into the pillow, murmuring soft and sleepy I miss yous into his pillow while you adore him through the screen.

Clingy!Satoru who liplocks you like he's trying to glue himself to you. His lips never want to leave yours, there's always a reluctancy when he pulls away from a kiss and oh, the way he pleads for kissy marks — he wants to be decorated in them, "More please... here, and here... and here... huh? It won't look goofy; it's my lady's lipstick. I'm gonna show off your marks to everyone."

Clingy!Satoru who stands behind you in a queue — because you "look too good from the back" and he needs to block the people behind you from getting a good view of what belongs to him. With a dorky smirk on his face, his fingers nip at the back of your clothes, his eyes obsess over every inch of you from your head to your shoes.

In public, especially in long queues, Satoru leans down to your neck and speaks to you with his lips grazing your skin.

Clingy!Satoru who keeps his arms around you while the two of you are talking in a group, his biceps pressing at your sides. He habitually grazes his fingers over your tummy, stopping and smirking each time he receives a swat from you.

Clingy!Satoru who trots after you, tall stature lingering in your shadow, following as you pave the way to wherever it is you're taking him. He'll clumsily bump into you from the back when you abruptly stop because he keeps such a terrible tailing distance.

Clingy!Satoru who is glued to your body in bed even during a heatwave. It always plays out the exact same way every night:

You're sweating, the air is too thick. But Satoru doesn't care; he clings to your back despite being a literal heater himself.

"Satoru." you swat him away for the fifth time. He groans and inches away — but a few minutes later he's scooching back into spooning position.

"Satoru, seriously. You're too hot."

"I know." he smiles against the nape of your neck, arms wrapped firmly around you.

Swat.

lads x reader smau : you show them how much you miss them!

summary: you send the lads men a provocative photo to show them how much you miss them! 🤗

* MDNI, suggestive, bratty!reader, spelling/grammar mistakes, fem!reader

daily sketch #4

BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER!CALEB

content: best friend’s brother!caleb who may have a thing for you

includes: caleb x afab!reader (l&ds)

tags: swearing, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (m. receiving), pussy slapping (just once), caleb is lowkey a pervert and a meanie!

minors dni. this post contains 18+ content.

BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER!CALEB who accidentally runs into you in the middle of the night during one of your sleepovers with his sister. in fact, caleb had seen you ten minutes ago. he had you in a mean mating press, your dream form gushing around him as you cling desperately to his frame. a thin layer of sweat clings to his body as his eyes snap open. with shallow breaths, his eyes dart around his dark room to search for you. shit, that felt so real. caleb sighs, his cock strains painfully against the fabric of his boxers. on his way to the bathroom to wash up, he runs into you—your shadowed figure jumps slightly, surprised to see him.

he apologizes for startling you, but not before taking in how cute you look in your sleep shorts. he curses internally as his eyes scan your oversized shirt, your perked nipples peaking from under the thin fabric. your eyes, still half-lidded and drowsy from your slumber takes in his shirtless figure. though dark, the small light emitting from the partially open bathroom door casts shadows across caleb’s well-defined chest.

caleb doesn’t miss the way your eyes trail down his body— how your eyes linger just a smidge longer on the outline of his hardened cock. caleb feels his cock throb in his sweatpants, begging for some release. heat pricks at your neck and your eyes flicks back toward his. “you’re up late,” you mumble.

“couldn’t sleep,” he responds, his voice wavers slightly. you yawn, wishing caleb goodnight as you walk away. the hem of your shorts ride up slightly—the bottom of your ass peeks at him as you walk, your hips swaying a bit too much. blood rushes straight to caleb’s cock and he swears you’re doing this on purpose. he finds himself back in bed that night, hands slipping into his sweats as he fists his cock to the thought of you. he can’t help it, you make his dick hard. caleb pumps himself slowly, soft whines of your name leaving his lips.

BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER!CALEB who almost loses his fucking mind when you ask him to teach you how to give a blowjob. “what?” caleb immediately says. surely he heard you wrong the first time. embarrassed, you mutter a quick “nevermind” before turning away. he swiftly grabs ahold of your wrist, turning you back to face him. “no, say it again,” he murmurs, gaze never leaving yours.

the air between you two is thick with tension. “it’s just—i’ve never given one before,” you start. “i figured since i’ve known you forever…” caleb chuckles, you’re so cute he thinks to himself. ah, fuck it.

“i’m all yours. have at it,” he says, gaze dark with need. caleb immediately has you on your knees between his parted legs, his hand rests on the back of your head as he sits on the living room couch.

“my parents and sister will be home soon,” he sighs as you plant light kisses over the head of his cock, his breath hitching in his throat. a strangled groan escapes his lips once you wrap your mouth around him.

“shit, you’re drooling everywhere pipsqueak,” he groans, head falling back against the couch as you struggle to take the rest of his cock in your mouth. you moan as your lips wrap around the tip, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum on your tongue. caleb’s hands tangle in your hair as he guides you further down. he revels in the way your eyes well up with tears as he stuffs your mouth to the brim. when he notices that you could barely wrap your hand around his cock, god he nearly cums at the sight.

“like this?” you ask, eyes innocently looking up at him. “yeah, just like that,” he exhales shakily.

“just watch your teeth pips,” he hisses as your teeth lightly graze the bottom of his cock. “m’sorry,” you mumble, adjusting your lips around him. the sound of caleb’s soft grunts fill the room, loving the warmth of your mouth a little too much.

“try to take it all,” he coos. a drawn out moan escapes his lips as he feels his cock hit the back of your throat and you gag, tears threatening to spill. undeterred, you continue to bob your head around him, hollowing your cheeks as you push him toward his release.

“just like that—oh, fuck,” caleb moans. he cums with a guttural groan, watching as the base of his cock pulses as he empties his seed into your mouth.

BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER!CALEB who practically begs you to let him fuck your pussy. i mean after all, he taught you how to give a blowjob. it’s the least you could do, right? at least that’s what you told yourself when you sneak into caleb’s room in the middle of the night. tears glisten in your eyes as caleb slides his hardened cock against your puffy folds, refusing to fully enter you. his cock glistens with your slick, the tip of his dick rubbing against your clit each time he ruts against you.

“caleb please! just put it in and fuck me already,” you whine, tears threatening to spill from frustration. he chuckles to himself quietly. it’s almost laughable at how desperate you are. it took nearly two days of him begging for you to finally agree. now he has you exactly where he wants you—splayed out across his sheets begging him to fuck you.

“your thighs are shaking so much pips, doesn’t this feel good?” he teases. caleb shifts slightly, causing the tip of his dick to push a few inches past your entrance. you whine and buck your hips up against him, helpless and desperate as you beg for more. “caleb, more,” you whimper, desperate for some sort of release.

“you asked for it,” caleb warns before fully sheathing himself between your gummy walls. your walls flutter around him as you take him inch by inch. you moan loudly at the unexpected stretch, his lips capture yours immediately, effectively shutting you up. caleb’s lips move expertly against yours, tongue tracing the bottom of your lip before pulling away, gaze dark with need.

“are you trying to wake the whole house up?” he scolds. with a swift motion, he delivers a sharp but playful spank to your pussy and your body jolts at the sting. caleb doesn’t miss the way you clench around him.

“oh? you like that huh?” he teases. your body trembles against his as he continues his assault on your pussy. caleb thrusts into you roughly, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass threatening to expose the both of you. your moans come out in ragged gasps as you struggle to catch your breath between his sharp thrusts.

“so. fucking. tight.” he groans inbetween thrusts, your pussy practically sucking him in. from the way caleb grips your thighs roughly, you’re sure he would leave a mark. caleb glances down at where you’re both connected—the sound of your pussy squelching, and the sight of your pussy creaming around the base of his cock has his head spinning and he’s fucking delirious. he drills into you with abandon, angling his hips sharply to brush against your sweet spot and you squeal. “who would’ve known my sister’s best friend would have such a creamy little pussy,” caleb grunts.

your core is on fire and god, caleb might just be sex incarnate. your body tenses as you slowly reach your peak and you come with a guttural moan, your cunt pulsing and desperate.

“i’m coming,” caleb whines. he lets out a strangle groan as he stills, hot thick ropes of cum paint your walls. warmth spreads between your thighs and caleb’s thrusts slowly come to a halt, resting his head against yours as you both struggle to catch your breath. your phone buzzes, your best friend’s name flashing brightly across the screen.

[1:28 AM] bestie <3 sent a message: yall are NASTY pls get a hotel or something 👎👎

a/n: i literally wrote this so quick that’s how bad the brain rot was for this. siri play best friend’s brother by victoria justice.

THE GREAT ASS-SMACKING WAR

character(s): Caleb Xia x f!reader (crack fluff)

having an ass slapping contest with best friend caleb

wc: 1.4k

The lock of the bathroom in your shared apartment clicked and your body reacted immediately, paddling down the hall to get your nail polish remover from what Caleb had decided to turn into his personal spa for a solid hour.

As you entered, you had to waddle all the hot steam away from your face with one hand, maintaining a hold on an apple juice-box with the other.

Caleb stood by the sink, wrapping a towel around his hips, water dripping from his bangs onto his wide chest as he did so. He jolted slightly at your sudden presence slipping behind him but paid you no further attention - used to you mingling in his business and him in yours.

You rummaged through the cabinet until you pocketed the bottle and began to make your way back out of the bathroom, chewing on the straw, but then-

You paused.

There he was.

Caleb was bent over, reaching for something under the sink, towel sagging so dangerously low that the temptation got the better of you. Without even processing it, you jabbed a freezing cold finger straight down his partially exposed ass crack. 

The reaction was instant.

Caleb let out a squirrel yelp of such high pitch that no man his size should be capable of. His whole body jerked as if you tazed him, spine snapping back and arching as the towel slipped from his fingers and fell with a soft thud.

“Wha- PIPS- WHA- OH MY GOD!” he shrieked, face flushed, hands flailing around as he fumbled for anything to cover himself up.

You stood there unmoved, watching the 6'2" wall of muscle panic like a Victorian lady who just flashed an ankle on the street.

And just when he managed to clutch the towel with both hands, crouching away from you to preserve at least some of his dignity, you raised one hand-

SMACK.

The slap echoed.

He froze. Eyes wide. Mouth hanging open. Dignity? What dignity. Shattered… Completely.

…

…

He stared at you like you had just smacked his soul instead of his naked ass.

You raised the juice to your lips, still not breaking eye contact with him in the utter silence.

SLLuuuUuUuuUURrrRRppPpppPPppPpPPPppPpp

“Ah~,” you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. “Whore.”

And you escaped the room at the speed of light.

“KISS MY ASS!”

“Gladly!” you screamed back at him from the hall.

“Freak!”

“Certified!”

On that beautiful blooming spring day, Thursday the 7th of March, 'The Great Ass-Smacking War' began.

Somehow, it became a truth universally acknowledged, that landing a bare-cheeked one counted double but also that the battlefield was restricted solely to the premises of the apartment complex; the elevator, stairwells, garage, rooftop, lobby, and other semi-public areas, all included.

Y/n’s War Journal - DAY 2: The Rooftop. He led me here. Lured me out under false pretense of stargazing and a truce. I believed him. “He wouldn't,” I thought. He did. “For yesterday,” he hissed at me. I have a red imprint now. A crow made eye contact with me. It knew…

Captain Caleb’s Log -  DAY 16: The Elevator. I hit the button. She hit me. A clean strike. I fear we have entered a point of no return.

Y/n’s War Journal - DAY 51: The Stairwell. I took the stairs to avoid him. He was already there, waiting for me. Mid-step. It was a full palm one - sent me back up three steps and made me see a spirit. I can still hear his demonic cackle.

Captain Caleb’s Log -  DAY 183: The Lobby. I managed to retreat before retaliation. Civilians were alerted. A toddler next to her screamed too. One passerby asked, “Sir, that’s your girlfriend?” To which I replied, “Not anymore.” Victory: Absolute.

Y/n’s War Journal - DAY 243: The Garbage Chute. His hands were full - a defenceless state. He moaned. “Biodegradable,” I said. * The garbage man high-fived me.

It’s been a long day at uni and you just stumbled into the apartment, heavy bags dropping to the floor, back hurting, stomach grumbling, you name it.

But the apartment… dead silent. It was unusual for Caleb to not be blasting music in the kitchen, let alone not calling out to you the moment you came back - taking your jacket and bags from you like the housewife he prided himself to be. 

“Caleb?” you called out, hanging up the keys.

No response.

You took off your shoes and placed them on their spot right next to Caleb’s. He had to be in the apartment - all of his pairs were in place, not a single one missing.

“Gege?”

…

“Clownboy?”

…

“Cilantro?”

You furrowed your brows, cringing at whatever the fuck just left your own lips.

Your coat slid down your shoulders and as you freed yourself from it, it brushed right below your ass, sending a shiver down your bare legs.

It all clicked.

Your mini skirt. Caleb had pestered you about how short it was just this morning and you were in the lead after scoring in the garbage chute.

“Oh fuck off, Caleb!” you yelled out, backing into a wall, ass flush against the cool surface like it was a question of life and death. “This isn’t fucking funny! I’m tired, alright?!”

Silence.

You started shuffling sideways along the hallway, eyes darting all over the place. Every doorway was a potential trap - he could be anywhere.

“I swear to god, if you jump me, I’m shoving your Millennium Falcon down the toilet!”

A floorboard creaked behind you.

You whipped around.

Nothing there. 

Another creak but closer. Then behind you. That dickhead was playing with you, applying pressure all over the floors with his evol.

If you could just get to the bathroom... Lock yourself in there and take a warm shower. Relax a little. Change into some comfy sweats...

You kept dragging your ass along the walls. Almost there. The bathroom’s door knob came within reach surprisingly easily. It was now just across the hall. What was he playing at? Maybe he was napping this whole time? Could you have miscounted the shoes?

And just as you peeled away from the wall, reaching for the door, it flew open.

You screamed.

Caleb burst out like a line-backer. He tackled you - one thick arm snaked around your waist, yanking you off the floor, the whole world turning upside down. There was no escaping his grasp now. Your legs wiggled in the air and your head hung by his knees, hair dragging across the floor.

That left one thing exposed - the entirety of your ass, right there, right next to his smug face.

“BEHOLD!” he howled, “THE GODS OF WAR HAVE CHOSEN ME AS THEIR CHAMPION TODAY!”

You shrieked, “CALEB! NO- LET ME GO, YOU ABSOLUTE MENA-"

SMACK.

You gasped.

“You chose this path for yourself!” he hissed, eyes wild. “Right here, in this sanctuary!”

SMACK.

“I WILL SHIT IN YOUR PROTEIN POWDER!”

SMACK.

“YOU WERE THE ONE WHO STARTED THIS!” he screamed back, dodging your wild kicks, “I’M ENDING IT! HERE AND NOW!”

SMACK-SMACK.

You kicked and flailed and cursed, but it was too late; the scales had tipped.

A final thunder-smack echoed through the hall.

You gasped. Mouth agape. Eyes bloodshot, brimming with tears. That wasn’t just a slap. That was centuries of ass-smacking tradition coursing through his palm.

Caleb dropped you like a sack of potatoes onto the floor, breathing heavily, triumphant grin etched into his red face, while you lay there. Betrayed. Violated. Spiritually wrecked and left in complete ruins.

You rolled onto your back with a groan.

Then, still gasping for air, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out an apple juice box. Looking down at you sprawled on the floor, he caught the straw between his lips.

SLLuuuUuUuuUURrrRRppPpppPPppPpPPPppPpp

He sighed, leaning against the counter. “You know what this tastes like?”

You twitched on the floor.

“Tastes like justice.”

He crouched down next to you, poking your cheek like a toddler checking if a cockroach is dead.

“You good?”

“My ancestors were watching this shitshow.”

He patted your head. "Bet they're still clapping."

And just as he rose to leave, you summoned the last speck of strength you had left in your broken soul, dragging your phone out.

You opened the contacts list.

“Okay,” you huffed, propping yourself up with one shaking arm, pressing the phone to your ear. “You think this is over?”

Beeeeepppp

He turned, mid-strut. “Uh, yeah?”

Beeeeepppp

Beeeeepppp- “Yes, kitten~?”

You smirked. “Let’s see how you do against three and a bird.”

tag list for my beloved: @cordidy, @midiplier

𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 🍎

My personal headcanons for Boyfriend!Caleb after what I've seen and read about his character so far. A/N: All my ride or die Caleb girlies if you disagree with anything on this list im not going to argue with you please don't take my word as law. I love y'all dont fight me 💋 feel free to add more in the replies ‼️MDNI‼️ + cw: quick mention of cnc & primal play

[SFW]

wants to be in your skin wrapped around your nervous system and nestled in the wrinkles of your brain ; if this man could glue you to him he would

remembers everything that happened to him and mc when they were lab rats as kids which is probably where his mental health started rapidly declining

Cuddles ! ; he’ll also cuddle you while youre asleep constantly ; doesn’t matter if you’re in his bed, the guest bed or your bed he’ll climb right in and snuggle up

leaves you bowls/plates of fresh fruit and a glass of water on your nightstand

doing backflips if you tell him he can wash your hair for you ; the longer it takes the better

monitors your social media and online presence “You shouldn't post that no one needs to see you naked” “Im wearing a bikini Caleb” “Basically naked”

big on taking photos he wants as many photos together as possible

movie nights and date nights are his shit he’ll alway be down for that ; if you two have a show you watch together he is genuinely hurt if you watch an episode without him

holds your hand even when you don’t want him to ; would quite literally use his evol to hold your hand in place

if you’re sick he's at your bedside 24/7 with medication and home cooked remedies ; will spoon feed you if you let him

uses his body as a wall in large crowds to keep people from bumping into you

will beat the brakes off of anyone who dares to even look at you sideways and when you ask him what he did he’ll lie and smile in your face

PINKY PROMISES ARE LAW

will take you everywhere with him and will also follow you anywhere ; he’d stand guard outside of the bathroom stall if he could

although he does have some bolts rattling around (because they’re not loose they’re fully free) he will pamper the hell out of you ; he’s running you a bath, rubbing your feet and cooking dinner so you have a relaxed night and warm meal

when you do help him cook he’ll stand behind you and cover your hand with his while he guides your hand with the knife

will hold anything you hand him while he’s on the phone

has an entire closet of all the gifts you’ve ever given him

the type to close the door and immediately lock it if you’re in a room alone with him

hates to argue with you ; he’ll do it, but he regrets it afterwards apologizes profusely later with your favorites foods, sweets, treats and things

has to get a kiss before he leaves ; he’s not leaving without it

the type to wrap your arms around his neck when he goes in for a kiss

loves caging you between his arms and his body at any given chance

has to be touching you in some kind of way

the type to tuck you in every night

loves to give you massages because he loves touching you

[NSFW]

needs you to use your words “tell me how you want it” “don’t cover your mouth” “tell me you missed me” “how much?” “right there or right here? Tell me” “open your mouth” “how much do you love me?” “are you all mine? say it”

records your moans so he can listen to them later

pretty panty lover ; buys you lots of them ; loves to have you model them and you’re getting dicked down if you’re walking around the house in them

takes you anyway he can ; favorite position? ALL OF EM mans brain turns to mush just having his hand on you ; a dom that will punish you, but gives stellar aftercare

loves to tease you by getting you wet and just rubbing his tip over the fabric ; slides the panties to the side instead of taking them off because he loves to see them on you

a vocal moaner and a yapper when he nuts ; nuts inside every time makes him feel like he’s claiming you

Intentionally fails no nut November and says “we’ll try again tomorrow” turns you every way but loose for the entire month

massages your thighs and coochie so he can watch his cum drip out of you

a slurper and moaner when he eats it ; eats the pussy and the ass

puts the colonel hat on you

100% into cnc & somnophilia I will not argue with anyone about this ; not a fan of dacryphilia he hates to see you cry

you have to have a safe word because he gets pussydrunk extremely easily

panty stealer ; keeps a pair in his pocket when he goes to work ; clean or dirty doesn’t matter to him

into primal play would chase you through the woods in the Rina Kent - God of War mask and rearrange your guts right there with pleasure

would get jealous of your vibrator/dildo

҉ ⁀➷ 𝑺𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑺

╰ 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃 LOVE AND DEEPSPACE: SPRING AND FLOWERS

Can I request a reader who is more on the flat chested side and is insecure about it with Frank making her feel loved how she is? (Maybe with nipple play?)

Frank Castle x Small-Chested Reader

What you had with Frank is still new, a few weeks in but already so intense. The way this man consumed you was unlike anything you'd ever felt before. But beyond that, it was like he saw you, really saw you, more acutely than anyone ever had. Those molten brown eyes just boring into yours, raking over every inch of your body, like he was tuned into every movement you made.

While this made for phenomenal sex, old habits die hard and you couldn't help but feel your insecurities heightened tenfold. Yes, he was seeing all the parts he liked but what about the part he didn't like? Anytime you fucked you found your brain consumed with insecurities around your chest, small by most standards and the recipients of ridicule by past exes. You'd hoped Frank hadn't picked up on the insecurity and the unreasonable part of your brain hoped that maybe he hadn't noticed how small your chest was at all. You'd taken to wearing your laciest bras, the ones with the slight pushup that made your chest rounder than it was on its own, and by all accounts, Frank was a happy, eager lover whose desire was unwavering.

But of course Frank noticed. He noticed the subtle way you redirected his hand from the clasp of your bra. Or the way you tugged the blanket over your chest as he pumped into you. He saw your gorgeous pert chest and wanted nothing more than to sink a luscious bite into the supple flesh but he sensed your restraint and your timidness and while he wanted to respect your boundaries he also wanted you to know much he loved every part of your body.

His hands traveled up the length of your torso as his head was nudging your knees apart and he looked up at his favorite view- you spread wide and your chest heaving in anticipation. He loved the way your face scrunched shut the closer he got to your heated core and he let his broad palm cup your soft tit, the lace bumpy between his fingers. You arch your back slightly, leaning into his touch and rolling your hips begging for friction. He teases you with scattered kisses to your inner thighs before moving up to kiss along your arched abdomen. He lips reached your chest and you pause, your hands tugging him to your face to redirect him but he hovers where his is, planting a soft kiss on the top of your breast before taking more of the flesh in his mouth and sucking slightly.

You gasp, the sensation tingling down your spine and the reaction draws a chuckle from him. “Like that sweetheart?” he asks but you’re whimpering too much to respond. “Gonna let me have more?” he asks tugging gently at the hem of your cup, a squish of supple flesh bulging out.

“I … Frank…” you start but stutter, his fingers finding your nipple through the thin fabric and rolling the tight pink flesh between them. You mewl at his touch, bucking your hips as your core floods. He reaches down with his other hand to run his fingers through your soaked folds, slipping one finger into your tight heat.

“Was that a yes baby? Feels good yeah?” he asks, cooing at you now. You grind onto his hand and he responds in kind, another finger entering to pump you rhythmically. Your legs open lazily to the sides as he works you, one hand buried in your walls and the other cupping your fleshy tit. He uses it to gently and slowly tug the lacy fabric from your chest, planting kisses to it as he moves.

“This ok sweetheart?” he asks when his fingers are poised to free your tit from its confines. Your brain wants you to say no but your body has no fucking clue what the word is and you moan in reply.

“Need to hear you say it honey,” he says, a gentle admonishment, as his fingers massage the walls of your core, your body bouncing in pace with it.

“Yyyes. Yes it’s ok,” you reply in a breathy exhale and gasp when he wastes no time at your consent. His hand reaches in to scoop out your tit and mutters “fuck” all at once. His mouth latches to it instantly like you were feeding a starving man and he sucks your pert nipple into his mouth. You feel the gentle suck of his mouth tug your nipple as his tongue makes occasionally sweeping circles around it.

“Fuckin’ Christ you’re perfect,” he mumbles when he unlatches for a moment, his hand making quick work to free your other breast. He sits upright then, his hand still working your needy hole, his thumb occasionally teasing your swelling nub, and lets a low whistle escape him as he surveys your body. You want to curl in on yourself in shame or embarrassment but his unfiltered, brazen desire is painted across his face. His cock is ramrod straight and glistening at the tip— his desire plain and undeniable. He wants you. In this body. As you are. Right now.

“Gotta forgive me honey but it can’t fuckin’ wait,” he says as he pumps his thick cock three times before lining himself to your entrance and plunging in, his neck bending to suck your other nipple into his mouth as he ruts into you. The fullness of him, the sensation on your nipples, your pulsing clit -- you were close to tumbling and he knew it. He reluctantly pries his hand from your firm tit and lands his thumb on your clit and the touch alone undoes you. Your hips jerk up as you cum, whimpering and shuddering beneath him. His cock becomes steely and he pops his mouth off your nipple so both hands can land on your small, supple breasts and his pace becomes punishing as he pumps through your orgasm and into his own.

couldn't focus on anything all day bc I was too busy thinking about satoru and his foreign girlfriend :o

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you two met, but could hardly speak the same language... so, of course, you let your bodies talk.

one hookup after another led to sneaking around just to spend time together. you're in japan on a teaching job, all things included, and satoru is... a teacher as well -- at least, that's what you understand from it all.

he's obnoxiously adamant about his strength, but he was often so excited explaining It to you that you just couldn't understand. he's such a puppy, piecing together his biggest words and obscene phrases for you to try and translate.

since you both have that teaching archetype, most of your time spent together is enlightening and purposeful. but, satoru likes it the best when you bake for him.

him and his sweet tooth. he could eat an entire tray of desserts in one sitting and still ask for more. the sitting favorite in your nearly non-existent apartment kitchen was cake. all kinds -- layered, plain, cupcakes, and pops, he's certainly not picky. he'll sit and watch you make it for ages, then be right next to you once you deem it cool enough to eat, though he thinks you're saying 'it's too cold to eat'.

today, he's trying brownies.

and of course, his stupidly long fingers are in your pan as soon as you take them from the oven.

"they're hot!" you slap his long fingers away when he tries to grab.

"then, give me one."

so you'd step in front of him, pressing yourself between his hips and the countertop. using your body as a shield to protect your sacred work.

instead of digging into your brownies, he pouts and rests his head on your shoulder, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. he's not giving his words any enunciation so it sounds like he says, "if that's what I can have in the meantime,"

you pause for a second, eyebrows furrowing. then, you cave, turning around and asking him, "what?"

"i don't mind having you in the meantime," he replies this time, crystal clear and with a weird look in his bright eyes. your romance is still too young to pick up on every one of his hints, but you can definitely tell his intentions by the way he's trailing his fingers from your hips, down to your...

it's awkward as hell, but you bite your lip, staring past his shoulder and not into his all-seeing gaze. "sex?"

"mhm."

that night, satoru felt hotter as he fucked you easily, hovering over you in missionary with a hand pressed to your cheek. sweat was beading from his light brow, and even he was losing his breath.

"hot. so hot." you moan, eyes pressed shut to try and shun your quickly approaching orgasm. you knew your boyfriend could go on for hours, that's definitely not you.

"thank you babygirl. love it when you call me that."

"no, 's fucking hot."

he kisses you quiet, hips shuddering as they guide the perfection - literal perfection of his cock inside of you. it's making the heat worse, you're left panting against his sweet lips.

and when you're both done and dripping in condensation, brownies are calling your name. it's only when you leave the bedroom, does the heat wave engulf the entirety of your body.

fucking oven.

you left it on. there's no way your shitty one-bedroom could regulate the heat in the middle of summer.

satoru starts panting like a dog, pretty face screwed up in worry as he glances down at you.

"hot." he complains, but does nothing to fix the situation. your left eye twitches.

naked, you head back to the kitchen, flipping the oven off and checking for damage. when you turn around, satoru is at your tail... like a puppy. you give him a smile.

"brownies are still hot."