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⭒˚‧ ⭒ཐིཋྀ "Only nice girls get treats." ཐིཋྀ⭒ ‧˚⭒

♡ warnings: caleb x fem!reader, (18+ mdni), reader is insecure, fingering, dirty talk, pussy eating, begging, crying, dumbification, heavy praise, denial, spit, finger sucking, hair pulling, pussy slapping, mirror

♡ a/n: little treat for the middle of the week. been working on this one for a while so it got a little long,, so sorry. finished this instead of writing my research paper,, butttttt i love writing for caleb so i hope u enjoy xx

You're taking a lot longer than usual to get ready. Nothing seems to be fitting right, every outfit looking worse than the last. Maybe you should just stay home tonight, or maybe, you Caleb needs to remind you just how beautiful his girl is.

“Hey, did you need me to iron something for you? I was gonna’ do my shirt, so—” You listened, turning towards the bathroom door as the honeyed voice came to a halt. There he was, leaning against the wooden door frame, muscled torso on full display, dog tag draped around his neck and glistening in the dim lighting, a white collared dress shirt draped over his shoulder. His pants were held up by a fine leather belt that hung loosely around his hips, the buckle undone. The smell of his cologne wrapped around you, notes of cedarwood and lavender softly calming your otherwise hectic state. The bathroom was a mess, makeup brushes strewn about on the marble countertop, clothes and bras and panties thrown in the corner, heels that didn't match were all over the floor, making for a minefield of a space that you'd been moving around for the last two hours.

“No, I’m good. Thanks.” His brow furrowed at the abnormally dry response, violet eyes studying you as you frantically hurried around the small space, makeup and hair both half done. The dress that he’d seen you in only five minutes earlier was balled up near a pile of purses on the tiled floor now, your skin only covered by a matching black lace set. He was almost drooling at the sight, opting to bite his full bottom lip to keep himself from doing so.

“Everything okay, baby?” His tone was cautious, testing the temperature of the water. You didn’t bother to meet his gaze, too busy wracking your brain to put together a different outfit—or maybe you needed to change your hair? Should you even bother going at all? Maybe you should suddenly pretend to have a stomachache.

“I’m fine, just rushed.” Another short answer.

“There’s no rush, sugar. They can’t start without us after all.” You gave him a soft laugh, brushing off the comment, but he was right. This night was about him after all—a ceremony awarding him for his accomplishments with the fleet this past year. He’d been going over his speech with you tirelessly every day for the last week, picking apart every line one by one until it was perfect. This was Caleb’s night, so why were you the one feeling so much pressure?

“Hey, look at me for a second.” You did, eyes meeting his in the mirror as you ran another coat of red lipstick over your bottom lip, suddenly questioning the color.

“You can tell me if something's wrong ya’ know. We don’t have to go.” You shook your head in dismissal, breaking the eye contact that was quickly making something well up in your chest, tears stinging in the corner of your eyes against your will.

“Of course we have to go, Caleb. I’m going—I want to go, I’m just trying to hurry up.”

“What was wrong with the last dress? Or the four before that?” He wasn’t teasing but genuinely asking you as he searched for your attention in the mirror again, to no avail. A single tear fell from your eye, effortlessly ruining your makeup, a line of foundation erased as you tried not to let anymore escape.

“They just weren’t right. Nothing is fitting right for some reason.” He wasted no time moving over to you, shirt falling to the floor in the process, but he didn’t care. His eyes were locked on you, noticing the way your face slowly crumpled, head hanging as if there was a thousand-pound weight holding you down.

“Don’t cry, baby. Hey, hey, shh…” His arms wrapped around you, toned chest pressing into your back, the warmth of his skin inescapable as he held you as tightly as he could. Your body gently shook against him as you let the tears fall freely now, the thought of ruining Caleb’s night making your heart even heavier.

“You could wear a burlap sack and you’d still be the most beautiful thing in any room, you know that, right? Why are you being so mean to my pretty girl, hm?” His soft palm snaked it’s way across your chest and neck, cupping your wet cheek, sticking your skin to his. He gently guiding your chin up, your reflection staring back at his now.

“Tell me what you didn’t like about the pink dress.” You subconsciously shrunk against him at the question, the visual of your bare skin against him, only covered by the thin pieces of fabric sending shivers down your spine. The little hairs on the back of your neck stood up, ears growing hot—you were so vulnerable like this.

“Be honest with me this time. Please,” he said, voice thick and syrupy like molasses, almost like he was begging as he craned his head down, resting his chin in the crook of your neck and pressing a feather-light kiss to your face.

“My- my shoulders…they looked too wide in it.” His eyes grew big at the confession before they shifted down in the mirror, locking onto your shoulders. He left another kiss on your cheek, then your jaw, next your neck, trailing them across your collar bone before his full lips finally lingered against the back of your shoulder. Your head slowly fell again, before you heard his voice,

“Don’t look away, sugar.”  You watched his slender fingers graze across your skin, faintly dancing over your shoulder blades along with his lips which were still peppering kissing over your frame. Your breath hitched at the sight of his body against yours, his tall and muscular physique towering over you, making you look so fragile in his grasp.

“What was wrong with the red outfit, hm? I think I liked that one the best.” Your eyes rolled at the question which Caleb caught in the mirror. You hated the way you looked in the red dress. The outfit accentuating every curve, the short length hugging your thighs just a little too tightly. You felt so… naked in that dress—every flaw you’d seen in the mirror on full display in that gown.

“My body just doesn’t look good in it.”

“Your body looks amazing in anything. If I didn’t think I’d want to break the bones of any man that looked, I’d suggest you go just like this.” His eyes were not the same when they met yours this time. They were dark, pupils enlarged, darkening his irises. He looked hungry at the sight of you, like a vampire that hadn’t fed in weeks. His lips watered at the thought of devouring you, getting to see sweat glistening on your bare chest, nipples hardened under his rough fingertips, back arched as he pressed himself into you. The thing he loved the most though was your faces, your bottom lip almost bleeding from how hard your teeth grinded against it as you tried to silence your moans, tears welling up at the corners of your eyes that were desperate to escape once he hit just the right spot inside of your soft walls. Your face and body were the things he dreamed about in his sleep, but they were also what would keep him up at night while you were away. They were the things that made him fist his cock, eyes shut tight as he pictured the artwork known as his girl. He was ravenous for you—always, so why couldn’t you see what he did? Why didn’t the lamb understand what made the lion so hungry for it; what made him hunt day and night just for a taste.

You couldn’t help but notice the way his clothed cock hardened against you. He didn’t grind into you like you wanted, his focus instead on getting his fingers on every inch of you. Your gaze fell again, embarrassment heating your cheeks at the sight of his digits languidly sliding underneath the cups of your bra.

“I won’t tell you again. Look up.” You did. You core grew wetter, dampening the fabric of your panties at the contact.

“You know…” His free hand ghosted over your spine, causing you to shiver at his touch as he unclasped your bra, freeing your flesh. A small moan escaped his lips at the reveal, his fingers quickly found your breasts, large hands cupping them, much to his enjoyment.

“I’d kill anyone who talked bad about you. I would never let anyone speak about my girl the way that you do.” A harsh pinch to your nipple forced your chest to push out towards the mirror, your perfect French manicure gripping the edge of the marble countertop. The sight was absolutely sinful.

“So why do you think that you should be the exception, huh? Do you think you’re above the rules?” Caleb rolled your sensitive nipples between his fingers, reveling in the way you writhed beneath his touch.

“No…” You whined, head slowly falling forward at the sensation, you body going limp against his.

“No? Apologize then.” His voice was harsh suddenly, as you felt your muscles give way, gaze being forced back to the mirror against your will as he used his evol against you. He did say he wouldn’t ask again, instead, he would make you look.

“I-I’m sorry,” It was barely audible, strained out between your soft moans as you pushed your ass against the man behind you, unabashedly wanted to feel some sort of friction between your thighs.

“No no no, not to me. Apologize to my baby, hm?  Look at her and say you’re sorry for being mean.” You tried to turn your head away at the humiliating request, but it was no use, you were practically immobilized between his arms. You looked at yourself in the mirror, body laid bare, chest heaving, ass grinding against Caleb like a bitch in heat.

“I’m sorry for being mean.”

“Aww how nice. See I knew you could be sweet. You always listen so well, my obedient pretty girl.” His right hand left your chest feeling cold as his middle and index fingers found themselves pressed against your lips.

“Get 'em wet for me, baby. Go ahead, it’s okay.” So you listen—you let your lips part, sucking his fingers between them, running your tongue in circles around his knuckles as he slides them in and out of your mouth. “Fuck… you look so good.”

“You want my fingers somewhere else? Been grinding this pussy against me like you need something. Do you want me to make you feel good, hm? Will that make my pretty girl stop crying?” He was mocking you, reveling in the way you squirmed against him as he pressed your hips into the counter.

“Caleb… please,” You said, words muffled by his thick fingers pushing down against your tongue, your saliva dripping halfway down his arm at this point.

“But you’re so mean, baby. Only nice girls get treats. Are you gonna be nice from now on? Gonna' treat my pretty girl better?” He watched as your reflection nodded up and down, pretty little eyes closed tightly, nose scrunched up like a bunny. He was in awe at this sight—he almost wanted to give you your reward without making you work for it...almost.

“Answer me, baby. C’mon, be good for me… please,” His words were strained, like he was getting off just as much as you were without him even being touched. It made your knees buckle a little beneath you, forcing your limp fingers to grip around his forearm, desperately searching for some stability.

“Yes yes I’ll be nice. I promise. Just touch me please.” With that, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, your spit glistening around his digits as they traveled slowly down your body, leaving you painted in your own wetness.

“You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen, you know that?” He pressed a soft kiss to your neck as his wet fingers slid beneath the waistband of your panties.

“Fuck this pussy’s so wet already. I can feel your little clit’s already excited, she’s so swollen. Aw, does it hurt, baby?” His muscled thigh forced its way between your legs, spreading them wider as his fingers lightly toyed with your most sensitive spot, soaked fingers rubbing on each side of your clit. Your hole clenched around nothing, juices spilling out against the fabric, desperately wanting to be filled—hungry.

“Look so pretty when you don’t get what you want though. Maybe this is all you should get, huh? After all, mean girls shouldn’t be rewarded, should they?” You squirmed even more at his words, trying to force his fingers to move faster or press against you harder—something. Caleb was having none of it though, his big hand gripping your waist, pinning you still. Whines fell from between your lips at the denial.

“Didn’t you just say you would be good? Were you lying to me again or does this messy hole between your legs make it so you can’t think straight? Don’t tell me my fingers barely touching you makes you this dumb, sugar. That’s cute… but a little pathetic, don’t you think?” He sloppily kissed your skin between words, teeth nipping against the flesh, tongue lapping at your wounds only to bite into you again.

“I guess you can’t think. Is that it? You need me to tell you what to do, hm?” You nodded uncontrollably, that heavy weight moving your muscles against your will once again.

“My pretty girl with the sloppy cunt. Say it.” His thumb found your clit now, hovering over it, just barely touching the aching button… but it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough until you did what he told you to.

“Caleb please…”

“No more whining. If you’re not saying what I told you to then you shouldn’t be speaking at all. Say you’re my pretty girl.” He freed your waist, certain that you wouldn’t disobey when he had you like this—so pliable. His hand made it’s way to your half-undone hair now, gripping it, as he pushed your face closer to the mirror, your body bent over the sink, reflection painfully close.

You said it… but not the way he wanted you to. Your eyes were on him, words barely audible, attitude palpable through the statement. Without warning the warmth of his fingers on your cunt was quickly gone as he slipped his fingers out of your panties to deliver a swift slap to your clit over the fabric. You screamed out at the painful sensation, which only resulted in another smack against your cunt.

“Do it the right way. Look at my girl while you tell her she’s pretty and mean it.”  You looked at your reflection, chest bare, sweat staining your skin, hair messy from the way Caleb’s fingers gripped it forcing you not to look away. Your eyes were glazed over, lipstick smudged onto your chin—you were a mess, but you said it.

“I- I’m your pretty girl.” Not even a second passed after the words left your lips before Caleb slid the crotch of your panties to the side, fingers pressing all the way against you now. His middle finger, still wet from the impromptu blowjob you’d given it, made it’s way into your tight hole inch by inch.

“See what happens when you’re not a fucking brat? Don’t you know that only good girls get what they want?” You nodded, your head feeling fuzzy as his thick finger forced itself between your walls, its length allowing him to brush against your g-spot with hardly any effort.

“Say it again.” You did, looking yourself in the eyes once more.

“That’s right. You’re my pretty girl who listens so well. My god you are fucking prefect.” You were rewarded with another finger amongst the praise, but he hadn’t touched your clit again. He knew that the second he did, you would fall apart in his arms. He just wasn’t quite done playing with you yet.

“Aw my baby gets so fucking dumb when her holes get filled. How cute… you having trouble with your words again? What is it, sugar? Come on, tell me, you can do it.” His lips were so close to your ear as he spoke, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. His tone was sweet, slightly higher in pitch, as if he were calling out for a stray dog to come eat a treat out of his palm. The condescending sound made you whine out once again, just like a puppy would.

“Aww am I not giving you what you want? Am I being mean to you?” His fingers quickened as he watched you pant, your palms flattened out against the mirror as he rocked you back and forth against his hand.

“Caleb please touch me.”

“I’m already touching you silly girl? What is it, did you want a kiss?” The thought of getting to feel his lips on yours as his fingers fucked harder into you, his tongue lapping at yours, brought more tears to your eyes.

“Yes. Please ‘wanna kiss so bad.” He pushed your head closer to your reflection, until your lips were only a millimeter from the mirror,

“Go on then. Give her a kiss—such a pretty girl deserves a kiss.” His cock ached in his pants against you as he watched it—the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen so desperate for his fingers that she was kissing herself in the mirror just because he’d said so.

“Goood girl. Good job being so sweet. Tell her you’re sorry again for hurting her feelings.” His thumb finally nudged against your clit again, slowly rubbing small little circles around it. The stimulation made you cry once more as he found just the right rhythm to keep you on the edge as apologies flowed from your lips.

“You must be getting close, beautiful. This little pussy is grippin’ on my fingers so tight. She doesn’t wanna let me go. Do you need to cum, baby?”

“Yes yes wanna cum so bad for you.”

“Aw I know I know. It’s okay. I’ll stop being mean to you since you’ve been so sweet. Tell me where you wanna cum, sugar.” The question only made you squeeze him tighter, your sloppy hole clenching and spasming around his fingers and you pressed your lips to the mirror once more, leaving little red kiss marks all over the reflection of your face. Your hips free now, you pushed into his cock again, grinding against the fabric of his pants, leaving an even bigger wet spot than before.

“No no no, you can’t have my cock. This is about you, just wanna make you feel good, yeah?” You whined louder at the denial, your voice trembling as you shook from your sobs.

“Don’t cry anymore, baby. I’ll do you one better yeah?” He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, despite the fight your hole tried to put up in keeping him inside. His hand’s grip on your hair was gone, but not before he used it to force you to turn towards him for the first time. He lowered himself to his knees, rough hands gently grabbing your thigh as he placed it over his shoulder.

“You are a fucking goddess,” he whispered as he brought his mouth between your legs, placing tiny kisses on the inside of your thighs. “Shouldn’t I pay my respects?” He wasted no more time getting his tongue on your cunt, pushing your lips apart as he savored your juices in his mouth. Your fingers tangled into his hair now, pushing your hips into his face as he gripped your thigh even tighter making you moan out at the mix of pain and pleasure. You were already so close, the feeling of Caleb suckling on your puffy clit, the rhythm just how he knew you liked it, made you beg to cum once more in no time.

“So fucking gorgeous, grinding on my tongue. Go on, say it one more time for me. Say you’re my pretty girl. Say you’ll never be mean to yourself again and I’ll let you cum for me.” He looked up at you as the words spilled out of your mouth just like he said, the look on your face intoxicating as you screamed out his name.

“Gooood girl you can cum for me. C'mon pretty girl, cum in my mouth, it’s okay. You earned it.” He held you still, tongue continuing to harass your poor little clit as you writhed above him. Your legs gave out, quivering as he continued to lick up the mess you’d made.

“Don’t worry, baby. I got you. Keep cumming for me, let it all out,” he said, voice sweet once again as he steadied you with his hands and you rode out the rest of your orgasm.

“You did so good. I’m so proud of you.” He pressed one more kiss to your clit, as you finished coming down, your body finally feeling steady in his arms. He stood up, towering over you once again, face wet with your juices as he held your fingers between his. His other hand cupped your face, thumb softly wiping away your tears.

“I love you more than anything and I want you to know that you have nothing to be insecure about. Even if you’re not feeling your best, you can always talk to me and I’ll remind you of just how beautiful you are. Okay?” You nodded, looking up at him with big eyes, your heart hurting in your chest from how full it felt in that moment.

“I love you, Caleb.”

“I can tell because you let me ruin your makeup when we only have…” He glanced over at my phone on the countertop, “thirty minutes before the car gets here.”

“Thirty minutes?” You shouted out, pushing against Caleb’s chest.

“You’ll be fine. I’ll make them wait,” he said, reaching down to pick up the white dress shirt that had been previously discarded onto the floor. 

“And hey, put on that red dress. I’ll need something pretty to look at while everyone else is droning on about how great I am.” You rolled your eyes, letting out a laugh that perfectly harmonized with his as you threw the balled up dress towards him.

“Now you’ll have to iron them both.” He hummed in acceptance, violet irises glimmering at the sight of you.

“Anything for you, gorgeous.”

[mysweetmiu]

I'm Your Man

caleb x fem!reader

summary: riling up your boyfriend is entirely too easy. when he finds out you have a tutor that happens to be a man... well, it's safe to say caleb hates that sort of thing.

cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, fluff, kissing, spanking, oral sex, vaginal fingering, p in v, praise kink, finger sucking, exhibitionism, jealous!caleb, established relationship, modern au

w/c: 5.8k

a/n: *caleb seeing reader near a guy* crashes out immediately - hope you all enjoy!! <3

also on ao3!

“Baby!”

You squeak when the door swings open, the man in front of you moving in a blur. There’s a pair of lips landing against your cheek in a quick kiss before he wraps his arms around you, lifting you up off of the ground, his faze nuzzling into your chest.

“C- Caleb,” you whine, squirming in his hold, trying to get him to set you back down, “put me down, you dork.”

“But I missed you,” Caleb grumbles back, rubbing his face all over your top like a cat, nuzzling into your chest. He finally grants your request once he’s satisfied, hands smoothing down over your sides once he sets you down onto your feet.

You smile when he cups your cheeks, humming happily when he begins to pepper soft kisses all over your face, his thumbs smoothing over your skin gently.

“I missed you too,” you say, arms wrapping around his neck to tug him down for a kiss, sighing softly against his mouth.

Caleb groans, his hands squeezing at your waist, kissing you back eagerly. You huff out a laugh when he gropes at your ass, rocking up onto your tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“That’s it?” he protests when you pull away, pushing your hands away when you try to tug your duffle bag into his apartment.

“I literally just got here,” you muse, watching as he grabs your bag for you, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you silently appreciate the flex of your boyfriend’s biceps as he carries your duffle bag into his bedroom for you. 

You shut his front door, securing the lock, before trailing after him. Caleb is reaching for you the moment you step inside his bedroom, shoving his face into the crook of your neck and letting out a contented sigh.

“Missed you so much,” he sighs, voice muffled with the way he’s pressed his face against your neck, his nose digging into you, lips brushing over your skin. 

“Sometimes I wonder how you live without me,” you tease, hands stroking over his hair gently, scratching his scalp every now and then.

“I hardly get by,” Caleb complains aggrievedly, tugging you towards his bed. “I think I have withdrawals every time you leave.”

A laugh slips out of you at that, crawling up to snuggle into his arms, leaning back to rest your head on his shoulder. Caleb kisses your cheek, his chest warm and firm against your back as he hums in satisfaction. 

“I only have a year left before I graduate, then I can move in with you,” you remind him, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly as Caleb busies himself with trying to meld his body against yours.

“Feels like an eternity,” he mutters, huffing out a breath. Caleb props his chin on your shoulder, eyes trained on your phone as you watch some random video. “How are your classes anyways?”

“Not bad,” you say, tilting your head to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I was struggling in one of them, but I sorted that out.”

“Yeah?” he murmurs, pecking your lips gently in return, “how’d you do that?”

“I got a tutor,” you shrug, glancing up at him before turning your attention back to your phone. “He’s pretty good.”

You can feel Caleb stiffening behind you, his fingers stopping their movements against your sides. Your brows furrow, tossing your phone somewhere in front of you before turning back to look at Caleb properly. There’s a tell-tale pout beginning to form on his lips; something you’ve gotten used to ever since you were children.

“What’s wrong?”

“He?” Caleb echoes, his eyes darkening, “your tutor’s a guy?”

“Well… yeah?” you reply like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “the dude is like super smart; top of the class and everything. I figured he’d be the best to teach me.” 

“I’m super smart,” Caleb shoots back, and you raise your brows when you see a frown coming across his face, his lips turning downwards. “And I was the top of all my classes. Definitely smarter than your little tutor. Drop him.”

A laugh bubbles out of you, turning around his arms until you settle on his lap, thighs straddling his hips.

“Yeah?” you smile, peering up at him, “you don’t even know the syllabus, Caleb.”

“I can learn it,” he protests stubbornly, “besides, I am smart. I’m a fighter pilot, baby.”

Your smile widens when you see Caleb’s chest puff out a little, his proud nature showing - not that you minded. Your fingers smooth up over the back of his shoulders, a soft sigh escaping Caleb when you play with the hair at the nape of his neck, his head tipping back, eyes fluttering shut.

“You can just say it,” you whisper teasingly, pressing yourself a little closer. “You’re jealous.”

“Jealous?” Caleb echoes, his lips pursing as he considers your words. “Maybe,” he shrugs, his eyes opening as he stares down at you, “or maybe…” he whispers, lowering his head to brush a kiss across your lips, “maybe I just want to keep my girl to myself.”

Your cheeks flush when he calls you his girl, heart fluttering in your chest. The words echo in your mind, brushing whatever thoughts were filling your mind away. He always knew how to disarm you, and you can never quite get used to Caleb’s possessiveness, his need to have his claim on you. It’s thrilling and nothing else has ever made you feel so wanted.

“Hm?” Caleb hums against your cheek, “my girl is all mine. Right, baby?”

Hands pawing at his firm chest, you nod, leaning into him as though in a daze. You lean up, making a small noise, trying to kiss him. Caleb clicks his tongue, his hand cupping your jaw, fingers squeezing gently on either side of your cheeks to bring you out of the slow, syrupy haze that was currently fogging your mind. 

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes- yes,” you say insistently, pouting before you pucker up your lips a little more, desperate for a kiss, “‘m all yours, Caleb.”

“Good girl.”

You preen at the praise, mewling softly when he kisses you. Caleb’s hands squeeze at your hips gently, trying to stop all of your squirming and jostling on top of his lap. A dissatisfied sound leaves you when he stops you from grinding across his lap, your eyes narrowing as you peer up at him.

“I thought you missed me, Caleb.”

He rolls his eyes, grabbing your hand that was currently sliding down his chest, his lips pressing against your palm when he manages to unfurl the fist you’d made with your fingers. 

“You’re so grabby,” Caleb mumbles against your palm, “‘m tryna take it slow, baby.”

“I don’t want slow,” you huff out, fisting his shirt and yanking him towards you. “I want you to fuck me.”

There’s a smirk on Caleb’s lips, his nose nudging against yours, fingers pressing into your back.

“Last time you cried when I-”

“Shut up!” you sputter, slapping your hand over his mouth, cheeks hot with embarrassment when you remember what had happened last time. Caleb’s hand wrapped around your throat, fingers relentless against your clit, cock pounding entirely too deep-  “That was- it was overwhelming!”

Caleb opens his mouth to respond, mischief glinting in his eyes, but your phone ruins the moment, ringing out. You groan, turning your back to him as you reach for your phone that you had tossed over to the foot of his bed.

“Who is it?” Caleb asks, his fingers wrapping around your ankles as you kick up your legs lazily.

“My tutor,” you reply, showing him your phone.

A smile spreads across your face when you see Caleb’s playful expression drop, replaced with something akin to annoyance.

“You know,” you continue, your voice dipping into a drawling taunt just to piss him off, “bet he’d fuck me if I asked him.”

“You little-” Caleb hisses, his voice rising as he tries to grab for your phone.

You pull it out of his reach, pressing a finger to your lips, making a hushing motion. Caleb’s expression grows darker the moment you swipe your finger across the screen to answer, his hands tightening their grip on your ankles.

“Hi,” you chirp sweetly, twirling a strand of hair around your finger.

“Uh hey,” the man on the other end of the line replies, “are you free to talk?”

You hum, sneaking a glance towards Caleb who seems close to snapping, his glare venomous when he catches your eyes. Too easy, you think, biting your lip to stifle a laugh at his thinly veiled anger.

“Super free,” you say pointedly, “what did you want to talk abo- ow!”

A sharp yelp escapes you when Caleb’s hand comes down on your ass, the slap stinging. A strangled whine escapes you, your head whipping around to glare back at Caleb, feeling your eye twitch. Your boyfriend meets your eyes with a hard glare of his own, his fingers pushing up the hem of your skirt to examine the rapidly reddening skin of your ass.

“You okay?” your tutor asks, a tinge of concern in his voice.

“F- fine,” you manage out, “just- just um- stubbed my toe!”

“Right,” he murmurs, “hate when that happens.”

You nod along as though he can see you, trying to kick Caleb in the face as you roll over onto your back. The wind is knocked out of you when Caleb grabs you by the waist, manhandling you until you’re laying on your front again, his hands squeezing at your ass roughly, hand coming down again in a harsh smack.

“Ouch!”

“You uh- you stubbed your toe again?” your tutor asks tentatively.

“Mhm,” you say, voice slightly breathless with the restraint it was taking you not to cry out. “I’m- ‘m just really clumsy.”

Your fingers tremble as you manage to mute yourself on your phone, letting out a whimper when Caleb spanks you again and again, a hint of regret pooling inside of you at pushing your boyfriend this far.

“Unmute,” Caleb murmurs, gripping your hips to make you arch a bit, ass up in the air for him to spank again, your skin hot and prickly. His voice is a low snap when you don’t do as he says, your throat bobbing as you swallow harshly, Caleb’s tone growing firmer, no longer requesting but demanding. “C’mon baby, unmute the fucking phone.” 

You whine in protest, but do as he says, shakily unmuting yourself. You can hardly hear whatever your tutor was rambling on about, eyes blinking rapidly to try and concentrate. It’s all in vain however, when Caleb rains down another slap to your ass, your teeth sinking into your forearm to muffled a pained gasp.

“Bad fucking girl,” Caleb mutters lowly, “such a bratty, little slut.”

The itch to argue and bite back prickles across your skin, but Caleb’s hands are smoothing over you ass, and you wiggle your hips back to meet the soft pets he rewards your ass with; his fingers prodding and pushing your ass cheeks apart to take a glimpse of your panties.

“Anyways,” your tutor continues, “I was just calling because my schedule’s changed so I might not be able to tutor you during the time we agreed on.”

“Oh,” you breathe out, eyes widening as Caleb tugs at your panties, pulling them away from your skin before he lets go, the elastic snapping back against your skin. “That’s- that’s uh- too bad?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, “do you mind if we settle on a different day?”

There’s an answer sitting on the tip of your tongue, but Caleb pulls at your ankle, managing to flip you over onto your back. He tightens his grip, your body sliding against the sheets as he tugs you towards him.

“N- no,” you hiss, forgetting about the man on the other end of the line, too preoccupied by trying to simultaneously yank your leg free whilst trying to kick Caleb’s face, “don’t you dare!”

Caleb only gives you a lazy grin, his hands managing to catch both your ankles and tug you further down the bed. 

“Don’t you dare?” your tutor echoes confusedly, and you squeeze your eyes shut, wincing at the misunderstanding.

You laugh, trying to cover up your flustered state, head dropping back against the sheets as Caleb smiles against the soles of your feet, peppering kisses all over the expanse of your feet.

“That’s not what I meant,” you grit out, shaking your head vehemently when Caleb smooths his hands over your thighs, pushing your skirt up to expose your panties.

You can feel your brain short-circuiting when your boyfriend settles between your thighs, his hands grasping at your thighs, squeezing at the fat before he turns his head, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

“So you’re okay with me rescheduling?”

“Y- yes!” you say, your voice pitching upwards awkwardly when Caleb rubs his fingers over your clothed cunt, his head dipping down to press kisses to your damp panties.

“Great,” he says, sounding a little chipper, “how does Friday sound? Maybe 10-12 in the morning?”

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out hazily, fingers brushing through Caleb’s hair as he pulls your panties down your legs, your half-lidded gaze not missing the way he slips them into the pocket of his sweats - another addition to his growing collection.

Perv.

You sigh, biting your lip as Caleb kisses your puffy folds, his tongue sliding through them after, your grip on your phone loosening as you squeeze your breast, squirming under Caleb’s ministrations.

He stares up at you, pulling back to lick his lips, strings of slick clinging to his lips and chin. You smile hazily and Caleb leans forward, stealing a quick kiss before burying his face back into your aching pussy. 

“Uh- does that sound good?” your tutor asks, his voice sounding a little unsure with all the sighing and soft noises you were let out.

“So good,” you murmur absentmindedly, thighs squeezing around Caleb’s head gently, enough to tease him a little.

Caleb gives you a pointed stare, his teeth sinking into your thigh before he smirks, nodding towards your phone.

You flush, embarrassment making your body go hot. “I- I mean y- yeah! That sounds perfect!”

“Okay, let me just write that down-”

You tug at Caleb’s hair, mouth dropping open when he latches onto your clit, sucking harshly. The sensations make your thighs twitch, toes curling as they press up against Caleb’s broad back, a soft mewl leaving you when you see the flex of his muscles through his shirt.

“Pretty pussy missed me,” Caleb whispers, his voice barely audible. He sighs contentedly when he thumbs apart your folds, the sheets rustling slightly as you watch him grind his hips into the bed, Caleb’s eyes not wavering from the clench of your pussy around nothing. “So wet, hm? Gonna ruin my sheets, baby.”

You whimper when he draws back, thighs twitching when he gathers a considerable amount of spit in his mouth, spitting down onto your clenching pussy. It’s filthy really, but Caleb is well-versed in your body; knows you well enough to know that you’ll go along with whatever he offers you.

Your fingers push at his head gently when he tries to kiss your clit, moving your hand down to spread your pussy for him instead, rubbing his spit into your cunt, mixing it with your slick. Caleb lets out a low groan at the sight, and you smile prettily, pressing your wet fingers against his mouth, smearing it over his lips.

His tongue lolls out soon after, licking his lips and you feed him your fingers, hips rolling up needily when he sucks on your fingers lazily. “Want you to cum for me on call,” Caleb slurs, licking between your fingers, grazing his teeth against the pads of them.

“What?” you hiss, brows raising incredulously. “I am not doing that.”

Caleb ignores you, busying himself with burying his face back into your cunt. You stifle a moan, biting down on your lip hard enough to remind yourself that you shouldn’t have been doing this; be on a call whilst your boyfriend was eating you out.

“I was thinking we could meet up at the library.”

Your tutor’s voice breaks through the haze and you grit your teeth, silently regretting the fact that you’d been the one to start this whole ordeal in the first place.

“The- ah- the library sounds good,” you mumble, eyes squeezing shut when Caleb begins to double his efforts, sucking and slurping, the sounds entirely too lewd and perhaps audible to the man on the phone. “

You press down on Caleb’s head, fingers tangling with his hair, back arching. Caleb’s smile is obvious, you can feel it against your cunt, his head tilting as he prods at your aching hole, beginning to fuck you with his tongue. A shudder racks through you, an impatient whine slipping out of you, desperate to orgasm.

“Be good, baby,” Caleb murmurs, replacing his tongue with his fingers, curling them up inside of you.

You try to stifle a moan and Caleb is feeling nice enough to help you, his free hand sliding up over your stomach, squeezing at your tits appreciatively before stuffing his fingers into your mouth to muffle your noises.

Legs jerking, you try to hold still, but when Caleb latches back onto your clit, your entire body quakes. It’s torture, the way Caleb knows how to play with you, his mouth smashing against your dripping pussy to suck more feverishly to drive you further towards the edge.

“The library it is then,” your tutor notes down. “Or you could always come over.”

Come over. Come. Cum. Cum?

A drunken giggle slips out of you, fingers running through Caleb’s soft hair as he flicks his tongue against your clit, stroking over it gently before his mouth suctions around the swollen bud, making your back arch. Yeah, you think hazily, you were going to cum. 

“Mhm,” you slur, “‘m definitely gonna be cumming.”

“You- you are?” he sounds a little surprised, “you know, I’ve never had someone so eager to learn. It’s actually kinda… refreshing, honestly so thank you.”

“You’re so welcome,” you mewl, hips rocking up against Caleb’s face, feeling the huff of laughter your boyfriend lets out against your pussy, his hand coming down to spread you apart for him again, his fingers thrusting in and out of you faster.

You bite down on your lip, body seizing up when Caleb crooks his fingers inside of you just right, the sensation of his tongue on your clit enough to have your back arching, toes digging into Caleb’s back as you cum.

Caleb groans, kissing your clit sloppily, his tongue sliding through your puffy folds to drink up every last drop of slick that he could find. He laps over your pussy, nuzzling into your thigh after as you shudder and shake, kissing your hip to help soothe you through the aftermath of your orgasm.

You’re too boneless to stop Caleb from reaching for your phone, eyes fluttering shut, unable to stop the syrupy atmosphere that had befallen you.

“Hung up for you,” he murmurs, putting your phone somewhere, his lips landing on your cheek for a sweet kiss.

“I didn’t get to say bye to him,” you mumble belatedly, arms wrapping around Caleb’s neck lazily.

Caleb clicks his tongue, sending you a half-hearted glare. “You don’t need to say bye to him, baby. Stop thinking about him. I just made you cum on my tongue.”

“But he’s just so helpful,” you sigh lazily, feeling Caleb’s fingers dig into your hips.

“For fuck’s sake,” Caleb mutters, rolling his eyes, “I’m helpful and I’m your fucking boyfriend.”

You smile up at him, tugging him down to kiss him. Caleb lets out a low noise against your lips, his hands squeezing at your waist, shuddering when you scratch his scalp.

“You don’t have to be so butthurt, baby,” you coo, sitting up, “I still love you.”

“Not enough apparently,” Caleb grouses, tugging his shirt up over his head.

You go hazy eyed at the sight, hand running up over your boyfriend’s defined abdomen, your fingers catching on his dog tags situated between his unfairly thick pecs. 

“Gonna fuck me now?” you ask him sweetly, tugging his sweats and boxers down to free his cock.

Caleb’s cock bobs free and you sigh dreamily at the sight, the head of it wet with thick globs of pre-cum; damning evidence of his arousal. Your hand wraps around his fat cock, the length hot and throbbing under your touch. 

It’s all too much for Caleb who lets out a shuddering noise, his head dropping forward, resting against your shoulder as you stroke his cock lazily, leaning forward to spit on it. Caleb whines and you take the opportunity to lean forward, mouthing at his pecs, pressing open-mouthed kisses across his heated skin.

“Fuck, baby,” Caleb sighs, hands coming up to cradle your head against his chest, his cock twitching in your hands when you reach down to squeeze at his balls, your teeth scraping across his sternum playfully. 

“Missed your cock,” you whisper, rising up onto your knees to kiss up his neck. “‘s just so big and thick,” you say appreciatively. 

“Do you even think about me?” Caleb protests, his head tipping to the side to bare more of his neck to you, “or do you just think about my fat fuckin’ cock?”

“It’s not a crime to think about it,” you huff out, angling your head to kiss the underside of his jaw. “I just really like it.”

“Brat,” he mutters, reaching down to grope your ass. “You sound like you have a crush on my cock.”

“You steal my panties!” you shoot back exasperatedly, glaring up at him before biting down on his shoulder in retaliation.

“Maybe I just really like the cute little designs,” Caleb drawls, yanking your head back using your hair before dipping his head to kiss you messily, his tongue invading your mouth, practically fucking you with it until there’s spit leaking from the sides of your mouths.

You moan, pawing at his broad shoulders, mewling happily when he manhandles you to his will, turning you over onto your front, his hands tugging your ass up into the air, making you arch for him.

“Good fucking girl,” he snarls, landing a spank to your ass. “Ask for my cock, sweetheart, c’mon.”

You whimper, face shoving into the sheets, grabbing at them to try and ground yourself. The sounds of Caleb stroking his cock making your pussy throb, hips wiggling back to try and make him push his cock inside.

“W- want it inside,” you demand, yelping when Caleb smacks your ass again.

“Think you can do better than that,” Caleb murmurs, his hand smoothing up over your back, his cock slapping against your aching cunt, before he presses the tip of it in before drawing it back out. “Hm? Wanna hear you all pretty, baby.”

“P- please?” you hiccup, feeling desperate tears prick at your lash line - a sign of your own desperation and need to have him close, no, in you. “C- can I p- please have your cock, Caleb? Please?” 

“You sound so sweet when you ask like that,” Caleb says dreamily, dipping his head to reward your cheek with a kiss. “I love you so much, sweetheart.”

A shaky breath escapes you, your cheek squishing against the sheets, eyes slipping shut when he sinks his cock inside of you. You’ve slept with Caleb countless times, but you can never get quite used to the stretch of his cock and the way it manages to turn every rational thought in your mind to mush.

Caleb doesn’t seem to be faring better, letting out a guttural groan as he buries himself into the hilt. You can’t help but think he’s being a little louder than usual, but you’re not complaining.

“So tight,” he rasps hoarsely, fingers spreading apart your ass to watch his cock sink in and out of you, his eyes silently appreciating the way your cunt is stretched out around his cock. “Feels so good, baby.”

You mumble something back incoherently, content to let him have you like this, his hips smacking into your ass loudly with every thrust he delivers.

“Love you, Caleb,” you mewl when you feel him kiss up your back and over your shoulder, his face pressing into the crook of your neck, “love you much.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he soothes, drawing his hips back before driving them into you harder and faster, “so good to me, aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” you nod, rising up onto your hands, turning your head to kiss him, “‘m your good girl.”

Caleb grunts, his arm wrapping around your waist. “You weren’t being good when you were talking to him.”

You pout, too horny to roll your eyes and tell him that he was being wildly immature and entirely too possessive for his own good. Instead, you squirm forward, Caleb’s cock slipping out of you despite his protests.

“Should I make it up to you?” you ask sweetly, voice lilting as you bat your lashes up at him.

“Make it up to me?” Caleb echoes, his breath hitching when you crawl towards him, hips swaying a little, your hands pushing at his shoulders to get him to lay down.

You hum in response, crawling up over him, settling on his lap. You smile when he groans loudly, your hips rolling as you grind your pussy over his hard, aching cock.

“Ride me,” he mutters dazedly, pre-cum coating his abdomen. “Sink down on my cock and ride me, baby.”

“I’m enjoying this though,” you say teasingly, hands planted firmly on his chest as you roll your hips again, moaning softly when his cock slides through your folds, the tip of it catching on your clit. “W- wait- Caleb!”

You squeak when he grabs for you roughly, picking you up easily, dropping you down onto his cock. A sharp cry escapes you, cunt clenching around him in a desperate attempt to get accustomed to his size.

“‘m gonna fuck the brattiness outta you,” Caleb murmurs, his lips slotting over yours to seal the promise. “And then-” he moans, his head tipping back slightly as he guides you to rock your hips, feeling your cunt around his throbbing cock, “and then, you’re gonna scream my name while you cum.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, gasping as he begins to bounce you on his cock, your ass smacking against his thighs. You don’t need much encouragement, not when Caleb’s mouth is sucking and biting at your neck, most likely leaving numerous hickeys in his wake. 

“Who's making you feel this good?” your boyfriend asks, “huh, baby?”

“Y- you are!” you squeal when he slaps your ass, hugging his head as he buries his face into your chest, his mouth sucking at your nipple before switching over to the other breast, biting a mark into the fat of it.

“That’s right,” Caleb growls, “I am, not anyone else. Just me and my cock, yeah?”

“Yes- yes! Oh fuck- hah- C- Caleb!”

He snarls, pulling you down, breasts squishing up against his chest. You squirm, hardly able to believe you’d manage to piss him off into such a state. Caleb wraps his arms around you, his knees bending as he plants his feet firmly against his bed, beginning to thrust up into you.

“S- so deep,” you hiccup, pressing sloppy kisses to his jaw, “you’re the best.”

Caleb groans, his heart fluttering at your words, a light flush covering his cheeks. Despite everything, your words still manage to fluster him, the softness of your lips on his cheek making his body throb with affection.

He manages to tilt his head, capturing your lips with his, uncaring that your kisses were slightly clumsy and uncoordinated with how fucked out you were. You whimper when he quickens his pace, cock pounding into you, his balls slapping against your ass.

“‘m gonna c- cum,” you whine, pussy clenching down around his cock desperately.

“Yeah?” Caleb rasps, kissing the corner of your mouth, “gonna cum on my cock, sweetheart?”

You nod rapidly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, letting out a contented coo. Caleb grunts out your name, his fingers reaching down to squeeze at your ass, fucking up into you over and over again until you squeal and scream, his name leaving your mouth in a slurred chant.

“C- Caleb! I- ah! I love you!”

“Cum,” Caleb snaps, burying himself into the hilt, his hand managing to find your clit. You whine when he rubs it, body shuddering on top of his as you cum, your nails digging into his broad shoulders. “There you go, baby.”

You let out a dazed sound when Caleb kisses you, lips pressing together sloppily, his cock twitching inside of you.

“Fuck,” Caleb mutters, his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his thighs trembling slightly as his hot, thick cum floods your pussy. “So good to me, sweetheart.”

You flop down onto the bed, chest rising and falling as you pant raggedly, Caleb’s softening cock slipping out of you. His cum smears across your thigh when he moves towards you, his face pressing into your chest as he kisses your breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth playfully until you push at his head in protest.

“I should rile you up more,” you muse, fingers tracing over his lips gently, a triumphant smile on your face.

Caleb rolls his eyes, kissing the pads of your fingers. “Maybe you should,” he concedes finally, running a hand through his hair, looking a little weary, his cheeks flushed prettily. 

You cup his cheeks, pulling him closer to pepper kisses over his face, to his cheeks, forehead and brows, laughing when he returns your kisses and sucks the fat of your cheek into his mouth childishly.

“Y’all are freaks.”

The smile on your face fades, the color all but draining from your face when you hear a crackly voice coming from your phone. You glance towards Caleb, and the asshole in question looks entirely too smug and pleased, a lazy grin spread out across his face.

The cozy intimate atmosphere around you seems to fade, annoyance flitting across your face. You have half a mind to slap Caleb across the face, your jaw clenching as your teeth grit together, but the more pressing issue at hand wins out. You only need to sit up to spy the dangerous glint in your boyfriend’s eyes. The bed dips under both of you, sheets rumpling in a flurry as you both scramble towards your phone, trying to grab it first.

“I am so sorry-” you begin, shrieking when Caleb tugs your phone from your hand. You flail, trying to crawl up onto his lap, shoving at his shoulders in an attempt to snatch your phone back, desperate to save the last shreds of your now scarce and very much dwindling dignity.

“You could’ve hung up,” Caleb retorts bluntly into your phone, his thumb pushing into your mouth when you open your mouth to protest. “Now fuck off.”

You watch as Caleb disconnects the call, your eyes narrowing, not tempted to suck on his thumb like you might’ve been in any other situation. Instead, you bite down, satisfaction coursing through you when Caleb yelps, watching as his eyes squeezing shut in pain. You cling on stubbornly, glaring up at him when he tries to pull his thumb free, a wince leaving him as pain flares up through his thumb. You don’t let go until Caleb protests, his hand pushing at your forehead gently.

“So mean, sweetheart,” he complains, wrapping his arms around you, his face nuzzling into your chest, mouthing at the sides of your breasts lazily. 

You stare down at your boyfriend, the soft tufts of his brown hair now messy and sticking up into your face. You can feel your eye beginning to twitch, irritation prickling across your skin.

“What the fuck was that?” you snap, swatting the side of his head, “you said you hung up!”

“Must’ve forgotten,” Caleb mumbles, his expression feigning innocence as his eyes flick up to meet yours.

“Really?” you murmur, leaning forward, head tilting. “You forgot? Guess I’ll just forget to stay here tonight.”

You move to get off of his lap, but Caleb clicks his tongue, his arms tightening around you. You try again, but his hold is firm, preventing you from going anywhere other than staying in his lap.

“Thought you were my good girl,” Caleb sighs, dragging his lips across your jaw, trailing soft kisses over your skin. “I was only showing him who you really belonged to.”

“Belonged to?” you echo, hand cupping the back of his head to bare your neck to him when he kisses your neck. 

“Mhm,” he hums, lifting his head to peck your lips. You can’t help but lean into him, eyes fluttering as he brushes his thumbs over your cheeks gently, tucking your hair behind your ears.

“Funny,” you breathe out, showing him your hand, “I don’t see a ring on my hand.”

Caleb pauses, his eyes widening for a moment before a smile spreads across his face, his head dipping to give you another kiss.

“I can do that,” he whispers against your lips. “You want a ring, sweetheart? I’ll give you one.”

“That’s not what I-” you begin exasperatedly, squeaking when Caleb grabs your chin, his mouth slotting over yours to kiss you heatedly, stopping you from speaking.

“So?” Caleb asks eagerly, “what do you want? A diamond? Personally, I think-”

“I am not marrying you,” you interrupt, pressing your hands against his chest to push him back. You bite your lip, averting your gaze, feeling a little shy. “...At least not right now, so- so shut up.”

“I’ll marry you eventually,” Caleb murmurs, a smile spreading across his face, “been wanting to ever since we were kids.”

You groan, flopping away from him, burying your face into a pillow to hide your flustered expression.

“C’mere baby,” he coaxes, smiling against your cheek after he pulls you into his arms, letting you bury your face into his warm chest. “I love you.”

“You’re such a dick,” you mumble, peering up at him. You pout and Caleb grins, dropping a soft kiss to your forehead. “I love you too, jerk.”

He runs his fingers through your hair, stroking gently as your eyes droop shut, lulled to sleep by the heat and comfort of his body, cocooned in Caleb’s affection - until he decides to ruin it with a thoughtful whisper that makes him sound entirely too pleased with what he’s managed to accomplish. 

“Guess you’re gonna have to send me the syllabus for that class after all.”

[mysweetmiu]

Sylus, who doesn't just call you kitten from the start, but also treats you like one. He can't help it. Not when you remind him exactly of a fierce, scraggly stray kitten, hissing and arching its back at him whenever he comes close.

After coming to understand how uncomfortable you felt around him, he decided to adopt a different approach to getting close with you. A less forceful approach- a plan you didn't realise was implemented even when you were finally pliant and comfortable around him like a relaxed fat cat.

He had to coax you, silently and gently encourage you to put away your claws and start trusting him.

When you were at the base and basically sticking to the opposite side of the room as him as if you were glued there, sometimes he'd pretend to be deeply curious about something in front of him, such as a book or artefact, and pretend to pour over it as he clicked his tongue softly.

As expected, and just like a cat, the sound would catch your attention, and when you realised he wasn't making the sound to gain your attention but just casually clicking his tongue because he was interested in something else, you would slowly approach with a little furrow in your brow. He tried not to laugh as you took slow steps around the edge of the room to come closer, you yourself pretending to be interested in other books and things to seem as if you just casually ended up near him, meanwhile you had been eyeing him from the corner of your eye the whole time, little interest in anything else.

Treats. You hadn't though deeply about why Sylus' pantries were stocked with your favourite snacks. After a few visits to his home, you would naturally make your way to the kitchen to grab your favourite treats without a care in the world, happily munching them like a stray cat that had been lured over by temptation.

At the base, you would also be able to find your favourite toys (the cool guns in his armoury) and your favourite games, such as kitty cards. The blankets and pillows in the guest room you stayed in were all made of your favourite soft material, so expensive it felt like sleeping on a cloud. Sylus even tried spraying his cologne in certain areas of the house so you would become accustomed to his scent.

When in his home, Sylus would make sure to give you plenty of alone time while still ensuring you were aware of his presence, so as not to intimidate you but also to make sure you knew he was around if you wanted to approach him.

And you did, sometimes peeping over his shoulder like a curious cat to see what he was doing. Or sitting on the kitchen counter watching him as he cooked. The distance slowly closed before you even realised it. But he knew, and he was torn between smugness and the happy trilling in his heart.

You remained blissfully ignorant as the comforts around you grew. You naturally relaxed into your surroundings and his presence, not even noticing Sylus had planned it this way from the start.

Even now, he watches you- in your own small home this time- lounging on a fluffy, pink bean bag situated in a spot of the living area that catches the sun's soft glows through the window, and can't help but liken you to a cat. Especially when the sun moves through the sky and your eyes crack open, an unhappy frown creasing the top of your nose because you are now in a shady spot and even with a blanket covering you, that will just not do.

He watches you stretch languidly, yawning, before dragging the bean bag to a new patch of sun and once again settling on it, falling into a comfortable nap once more.

He's come from the kitchen, and he approaches you to place a warm cup of tea beside you quietly. One of your eyes peek open to take him in.

"Sylussss," you whine sleepily, rolling onto your back. He squats in front of you and rubs the top of your head.

"Mm?"

You don't say anything else, just falling back into slumber, but he smiles and continues to pat your head. It's something he does often, and he wonders if you even realise that you've come to always expect these head pats, bouncing up to him when you're proud of something you've done and want his praise, waiting for his warm hand to tell you you did well.

Or when the two of you are just relaxing together, sometimes he'll scratch beneath your chin and you'll preen, lips twisting up in contentment and enjoyment, eyes falling shut as you lean toward him for more. You may as well have purred and rubbed against him in silent askance for more.

Of course, if you became aware of the fact he was treating you like a cat, you would start pretending to not like these small affections, so Sylus keeps quiet with his teasing.

Although, he thinks of how cute you'd be, turning away with a pout after discovering he had been treating you like a pet. He could almost see an imaginary tail flicking irritably. Maybe you'd even growl unhappily.

He chuckled quietly. Truly a kitten.

[mysweetmiu]

realizing the past two things ive written have been about cuddling zayne.. yes im touch starved OKAY!

[mysweetmiu]

zayne happy trail

inspo from this hilarious tweet :3

after a significantly busier and tougher work week with many last minute emergency surgeries zayne hasn't had time to keep up with his hair maintenance. you're cuddling zayne on the couch, laid on his chest, fingers wandering over his skin, slowly inching closer to his belt his usually cool skin feeling warm under your touch.

zayne hums appreciatively feeling your soft fingers caressing his skin, and you snuggle closer to him his breath tickling your face, you love being this close to him you always feel so safe in his arms, and you can't deny how much you love touching him, his hard abs under your hands makes your face heat up but before you can get too carried away you freeze, hands placed slightly above his belt. you feel something unusual

unlike the familiar smooth skin you'd feel here, your fingers instead run over soft hair, and a significant amount of it too. your eyes widen in surprise and you sit up, pushing zayne back against the couch when he tries to follow your movement. "wait, don't move"

zayne tilts his head in confusion, trying to peek past your hands that are busy lifting his shirt up past his large chest. his face flushes red all the way to his ears when he realizes what you're doing "I uh.. have been extremely busy" he voices shyly scratching the back of his neck.

he tries to pry your wandering hands away and pull his shirt back down, but you playfully slap his hands away. he catches your eye and see's a curious, yet mischievous glint that causes him to let out a quiet groan

you once again push him back against the couch, and he goes willingly, curious to let you continue exploring his body and this unfamiliar hair. you can't help but blush profusely at the idea in your head, and shyly meet zayne's eye.. "do you mind?"

he's not entirely sure where this is going, but shakes his head softly urging you to continue. with his approval you slide down his body so your face is level with the space under his belly button, right above his belt. looking up at zayne through your lashes as if to say, this is your final chance to stop me. he just stares back down at you smirk on his face, his large hand finding your head and running through your hair gently.

you can't wait any longer, the thoughts of what you were about to do plaguing your mind and making it hard for you to ignore the wetness growing between your thighs. finally you dip your head down, coming face to face with zayne's happy trail, you rub your cheek on it curiously and then turn your head and lick a solid stripe down the middle of it towards his belt.

zayne throws his head back, groaning at the action. obviously not knowing what to expect from your exploration, but not .. that. you decide very quickly you like his response, and his happy trail.. a lot, and so you continue licking and trailing your warm hands and tongue over the area. occasionally looking up to meet zayne's eyes and to see his flushed face and red bitten lips, wet from him licking them and the pressure from his teeth trying to hold back his moans

you giggle innocently and situate yourself on his lap and this earns another groan from zayne. he grabs your waist with his strong hands and grinds you down on the growing tent in his pants, leaning forward so his mouth is right by your ear. "i think i'll avoid shaving from now on, if this is the reaction i get from you." he whispers, leaving small kisses on the shell of your ear, and down your neck.

[mysweetmiu]

thinking about cuddling with zayne after you both had a long day at work, he’d hold you close to his chest and grumble against your neck, placing soft kisses anytime you’d try and move to get up. his big hand playing softly with your hair and massaging your scalp absentmindedly and the other slid under your shirt tracing shapes onto your bare skin, completely innocent, just craving being able to touch you.

[mysweetmiu]

Possessive Sylus

(18+) smut with plot, fluff at the beginning, Tara and MC are besties!

You had a hard week and now it's Friday! Your best friend Tara wants to go to the club to have fun but your boyfriend isn't a big fan of the idea. When a stranger gets too close to you while dancing possessive Sylus comes out and he feels as though he must claim you as his.

It had been a long day at work, Fridays were always like this though so not a surprise. You had plans to go home, put on your comfiest pajamas, order some take-out, and watch your favourite guilty pleasure.. reality tv shows. You felt after the long week you had; you deserved it!

You had just entered the elevator, taking a sigh of relief as it chimed letting you know the doors were about to close and you would soon be home free. That’s when a hand was shoved through the small gap between the closing doors

“wait! I’m here” your best friend at work, Tara, slides her way swiftly through the closing gap and slots herself beside you, a little too close for your own comfort but personal space with Tara was something you learnt very quick was not in her vocabulary.

 “You weren’t trying to escape without saying goodbye, were you silly?” Although it was a question it felt more like an accusation with the way she poked your nose on delivery.

You shook your head, the weight of it feeling too heavy and being too exhausted to give her a proper answer, settling to place your head gently on her taller shoulder, cuddling her arm softly hoping that she would realize you were too tired for her energetic personality at this moment and drop it

“you know.. there is this super cool new club that JUST opened up downtown” Tara placed extra emphasis on the word, ruffling your hair and looking to you with her sweetest smile. you knew this was heading in a direction away from your cozy evening and towards a loud night of music, dancing, drinking, and Tara flirting with everyone.. even yourself, but yet no matter how tired you were you couldn’t deny your best friend the night she so badly desired, she had a busy week as well and deserved to relax.. even if her way of doing so wasn’t your first choice.

You sigh in defeat, sometimes you were such a pushover. “what time should I pick you up?” Tara squeals causing you to press your forehead into her arm and cringe, “too loud, headache.” She giggles apologetically and pats your head soothingly, “see you tonight” she sing songs as the elevator chimes, signalling you had reached your destination, the main street.

You had only been home 10 minutes when your phone pinged loudly in your pocket. You grumbled not wanting to engage with anyone else all weekend, so you ignored it choosing to sink deeper into your bed, wrapped like a burrito in your softest blankets. It was only 8pm so Tara wouldn’t be expecting you for at least another few hours, she had to get all dolled up first and pick out her tightest dress, you on the other hand were quite comfortable in your blanket burrito at the moment. You let your eyes close feeling the weight of the week slowly slipping away when your phone started buzzing angrily from somewhere in your burrito.

“leave me alone” you groan out to nobody in particular, choosing to turn to the side and shove your face in a pillow. Mostly out of frustration and feeling slightly agitated due to the change of plans earlier and not being able to tell your best friend no, when your phone buzzes again you start wiggling intensely trying to free yourself from the blanket burrito. Once you got out you were so going to give whoever was bothering you a piece of your mind!

Apparently you had done an extraordinarily good job at wrapping yourself up though, and you struggled to free yourself. Your phone now silent, stuck in your inaccessible pocket making you hope it hadn’t been an important call, or Tara wanting to meet up earlier. You continue to wiggle feeling helpless and ridiculous when a deep chuckle makes you freeze completely. You shyly peek out of your burrito and see a head of platinum hair. There stands Sylus, leaning against your bedroom doorframe a familiar smirk on his face, “Sylus, please help me!” you whine, continuing to pathetically wiggle around on your bed.

“But you look so cute all wrapped up like that, kitten.” He chuckles walking over to the side of the bed. You feel it dip with his weight and your face flushes with embarrassment at the predicament you have gotten yourself into. “I was getting worried when I hadn’t heard from you, even after mephisto saw you had arrived home from work.”

You feel large hands grab at your sides still covered by blanket, and huff as you are picked up easily and repositioned against Sylus’s hard chest. He easily loosens your blankets from around you but holds you tightly in them, against himself. “don’t move, you look so cute and comfortable like this, just like those beloved plushies of yours.” Sylus points with his chin towards your shelves overflowing with your prized treasures from the claw machine.

You stop struggling and accept Sylus’s warm embrace, feeling your eyes becoming heavy, while his hands find your hair and play mindlessly with it, smoothing it out from your intense wiggling earlier.

It’s dark when you wake up. You’re tucked up against Sylus laying in your bed and you hear him talking softly to somebody on the phone. You stretch and reach for your own phone, hands sliding over your bed hoping to find it in the blankets somewhere. Sylus glances over, still speaking on the phone and casually hands it to you.

You tilt your head confused as to why he had it, sensing your confusion he mutes and lets out a sigh “It wouldn’t stop buzzing in your pocket and I didn’t want it to disturb you, looked like you needed the rest.” With that he turned his attention back to his call, must have been important as he usually paid you much more attention when you were cuddling like this.

You unlock your phone and gasp, sitting straight up “I forgot about Tara and fell asleep!” you panic and stumble while trying to get out of bed. Sylus whose call must have ended takes his turn to be confused now, “Kitten, why are you in such a rush?”

“I told Tara we would go out tonight to that new club downtown!” You’re rushing around your room looking for presentable clothes to wear, ripping off your work uniform before realizing what you had done. Sylus chuckles and whistles, you flush and point at him “You! It’s your fault I fell asleep in the first place.” He fakes hurt and places his hands over his heart, “but darling I could tell you were exhausted.” You brush him off, more focused on slipping your dress on and rummaging through your closet for some heels.

“If you want to be helpful, drive me to Tara’s house” Sylus clicks his tongue, not hiding his gaze from lingering on your backside, “We aren’t going to spend the night together?” You can tell he is feeling jealous and wants you to change your plans, but you won’t let Tara down by not showing up at all, that’s not the kind of person you are.

You quickly type a message letting her know what happened and that you’re on your way. You get a response immediately of a smiling emoji and a thumbs up, and that’s your queue to usher Sylus out of your apartment so you can lock up before heading out. You two walk down to his car and he pulls you by your waist into a kiss.

“Sylus I’m sorry but I already promised Tara we’d go out, I promise we will spend all weekend together, how does that sound?” You pull him by his neck down to your height so you can place a soft peck on his cheek, and then one on his lips for good measure. He quietly grumbles but walks around the car and gets into the driver seat.

You drive to pick up Tara and then head to the club. As you reach downtown you see the line for the club, “wow! I didn’t expect so many people to show up opening night” Tara smiles widely, pressing her face against the window already searching the crowd for her potential victims for the night. You nod in agreement, the bright lights and music waking you up from your previous exhaustion, and instead making you excited to spend the night having fun with your best friend.

Sylus keeps his eyes locked on the road, his hand coming to grab possessively onto your thigh. You rub the back of his hand softly, trying to sooth whatever jealousy he was feeling. He loosens his grip up slightly and just as you think he is going to remove his hand altogether, he slides it higher up your thigh, tickling the sensitive skin with the rough pads of his fingers, occasionally letting his nails drag softly on your skin.

You squeeze your thighs together in shock and swat his hand away. Sylus simply smirks and makes a tsk tsk sound, you’re usually never one to deny him physical contact, but with his fingers wandering dangerously on your skin you’re worried you won’t make it into the club and will end up, spending a sweaty night in the backseat of his car.

Tara, your guardian angel swoops into the rescue and pokes her head into the front of the car between you two, “Sy! Drop us off here, won’t cha?” she pokes him on the cheek, and you hear a low growl rumble in his throat.

“Take care of my girl, won’t you?” He replies, mocking her use of language. Tara smiles and hops out of the car. Sylus grabs you by the chin before you have a chance to follow after your friend and turns your face to look at him, “If anyone looks at you, talks to you, or so help them.. touches you in a way you’re not comfortable with, tell me immediately.” You flush and nod your head softly; you should be used to this possessive side of Sylus, but it still sends shivers down your spine every time.

“ah” he clicks his tongue, tapping the underside of your chin “use your words.”

“Yes Sylus, I promise.” He lets his eyes rake over your figure sitting in his passenger seat and hums, maybe not the name he was looking for, but save that for.. later tonight.

It had truly been the night you were expecting, tons of dancing, flirting (from Tara) and drinking. You had a few drinks but since you were more of a lightweight than your friend it took way less for you to get drunk than it did her. Although Tara is often described by those around her as a free spirit and someone who never hesitates to party hard, when you went out with her she made sure that you were her first priority. Although she hid this from you, she knew you didn’t want to come party tonight, she was more aware than she made known to those around her and seeing your poor pitiful tired expression in the elevator made her heart ache, she knew her best friend better than she knew herself. She knew that it had been too long since her best friend had truly let go and had fun, not to mention she just missed her best friend so dearly as a certain platinum haired man had been keeping her to himself too much for her liking, so she had to take matters into her own hands, but can you blame her?

“Tara let’s go danceee,” she giggles as you slur your words and cling to her, “who am I to deny you, my sweet kitty.” She would never tell Sylus about her copying his nickname for you, yet the first time she heard him call you kitten it stuck. You were so small (not really, just shorter than herself) and often shy and reserved to those you didn’t know, yet you were so fierce when fighting at work, she just.. adjusted it slightly to match her preferences.

She let herself be pulled by you onto the dance floor and you let yourselves freely dance to the music blasting out of the speakers. You sang along loudly to the music and felt yourselves release the exhaustion from the work week.

Tara grabbed your head softly between her hands to ground you, “Hey cutie, I know you’re having fun but I’m heading to the bathroom, come with me?” She was worried to leave you by yourself yet knew you would be alright for just a few minutes if you did deny her request. “I love this song though!” you whined grabbing onto her hands to make her dance with you again.

She giggled and smoothed your hair affectionately, “alright cutie, I’ll be back in a few minutes” pinching your cheek before heading to the bathroom.

You were alone now, but that didn’t stop you. You continued dancing freely to the music and swaying in the crowd of strangers around you. The heat from their bodies making you feel slightly lightheaded, the bright lights shining in your eyes not helping.

The song changed to something that must’ve been popular on the radio recently as more people crowded the dance floor, people were all around you dancing, you were being nudged slightly every few seconds due to the pure number of people on the dance floor, but you didn’t necessarily mind, it was all innocent touches.

You took a moment to try and peer over the crowd to try and spot Tara, but it was no luck, there were too many people, and you were too short to get a good look. You started to feel slightly anxious as you worried about trying to find your friend or something bad possibly happening to her while she was alone. You decided to head to the bathroom yourself to try and reconnect with her

Pushing through the sweaty bodies was not easy, yet you could see the bathroom in the distance as you neared the edge of the dance floor. You mentally cheered for yourself thankful for your hunter training at a time like this allowing for a strong stature and to not be pushed around too easily.

Just as you were about to step off the floor, passing by the final few strangers a hand grabbed at your wrist. “that dress looks too good on you” you turned around to meet the eyes of a tall dark haired stranger, you had never met this person before.

“Oh um, thanks” you awkwardly chuckle at their clear attempt of an advance on you, you free your wrist and turn away to continue walking towards the bathroom when fingers ghost over your waist, attempting to pull you back towards his body. you jump shocked by the strangers audacity and turn around, “I’m not interested.” You push your finger into his chest, and he chuckles darkly, it sends an eerie feeling through your body. Your heart skips a beat, and you glance around, trying to find an escape from this creep who can’t catch a hint. While scanning the crowd your eyes land on the VIP balcony, there stands many important looking men all in business suits, they each have a drink in their hands and some of them even have their arms around the waist of pretty looking older women, but it’s not them that catch your attention

Red eyes peer back at you, brows furrowed, and arms crossed there is Sylus at the corner of the balcony, leaning casually against the wall yet you know that there is nothing casual in the look he is giving you.

The strangers on the dance floor block your vision, and when you get the ability to see the balcony again, the red eyes are gone. You shake your head, wondering how drunk you were to be imagining Sylus here. Yet you don’t get a chance to think too much when hands find your waist again, gripping harder this time around. Before you get a chance to give this creep a piece of your mind your back is pulled flush against a hard chest. You squeak, anxiety building in your gut when a comforting voice sounds in your ear

“Take a breath” You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath; Sylus tucks your hair behind your ear and spins you around so you’re facing him. “Are you okay?” He bends down so he is at your level and softly caresses your face.

You nod, and Sylus opens his mouth but before he has a chance to remind you to use your words you cut him off “I’m okay, promise.” He smiles and pats your head affectionately, “Lets go, I’m taking you both home.”

The dancing strangers seem to part like the sea to make room for Sylus to walk through, and you follow being guided by his strong arm around your waist. Soon enough you two find Tara who was walking around, struggling to find you with all the people in the club. She apologized profusely and you could tell she felt bad for leaving you on your own, but you just hugged her tightly and told her everything was okay.

After dropping Tara off at home the drive home was silent but comfortable, Sylus was keeping his eyes on the road yet the one hand not on the wheel was holding yours on your lap. When you arrived at your apartment you hardly got the chance to unlock the door when Sylus’s hands were on you. You were picked up effortlessly and he brought you into your bedroom, he sat you down on your blankets and left the room to grab you some water, returning only moments later and pulling you into his embrace.

He didn’t speak but left soft kisses on the top of your head, you could tell he was thinking about something, yet you didn’t know what. “Sylus?” You question quietly, pulling away from him only enough to peer up at him

He sighed and pulled you back into his chest, holding you close. “I’m sorry.” His sudden apology confusing you, before you get a chance to question why he continues “This was supposed to be your night, I was not supposed to be there. I know you can handle yourself, but when I saw that..” It’s like he can’t bring himself to voice what he saw, “That guy looking at you, talking to you.. touching you, I wanted to kill him.” You fiddle with his fingers in your lap, not wanting to cut him off as you figure he wasn’t done talking.

“You’re mine and” He pauses, looking for the right words, cheek pressed against the top of your head “and I need to protect what is mine.” You giggle softly and you feel Sylus tense up before relaxing. “You’re not mad?” He pokes you on the cheek, “Not at all, I’m glad you were there.” You voice softly

“It was.. kind of hot actually, seeing you there, realizing you had been watching me dance all night.” You trail off and Sylus hums, he forgot revealing himself to you would mean that he was caught in the act. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back against him and leaning down till his mouth was right by your ear “You looked so beautiful in that dress.” He whispered nibbling your earlobe and kissing it softly

You whimper quietly, embarrassed that the slightest touch has you heating up in his lap. Sylus whispers in your ear again, “turn around.” you hesitate due to the growing flush on your face, not wanting to let Sylus know just how easily he can turn you on

Sylus doesn’t appreciate you disobeying him though and grabs your hips harshly flipping you over so you’re straddling his lap. He immediately latches onto your neck and starts sucking, licking, and biting. “Mine.” He kisses against your throat, “I want everyone to know, you belong to me.”

You moan and can’t help your hips from softly grinding on his lap, he groans, and you can feel him hardening underneath you. “fuck baby, just like that”

Growing impatient you push him back, so he is leaning against your bedframe, and you go for his belt “ah ah” Sylus tuts, you whimper and look at him with puppy dog eyes, grinding your hips down on his clothed dick harder, “my baby is so impatient.”

You can’t help but whine, you’re so wet already and the feeling of his jeans rubbing on you feels good but it’s not what you need. Sylus runs his hands up and down your body, enjoying you squirming under his touch, eventually getting tired of teasing you and your tight dress in the way of him touching your skin he commands “Stand, now.”

You fumble to stand up and when you eventually get stable on the floor at the end of the bed he smirks, hands going to fumble with his belt, undoing it and freeing himself from his jeans. His cock slaps up against his abdomen, and you whimper and push your legs together trying to get some type of friction in the place you really need it

Sylus makes a show of jerking himself off, touching himself while never once letting his gaze leave you, he groans and slows the movement of his hand, yet never fully stopping. “Strip.”

You flush an even darker shade of red and he must enjoy your embarrassment because when you don’t immediately follow his order he chuckles darkly “Do what I tell you, come on Kitten I know you want to be a good girl for me, right?”

You don’t bother saying anything and strip out of your dress, looking at him for further instruction, Sylus motions for you to come back over to him and you crawl up the bed back to his lap. He removes your bra and gropes your chest, finding one of your nipples between his fingers and pinches while sucking and licking your other one. You moan shamelessly and can’t help but grind your clothed pussy against his cock, you can feel him smirk against your chest. He comes up to kiss you deeply and trails his fingers down to your pussy

Sylus slides your soaked panties to the side and slips two fingers into your wet heat, he groans, and you moan into his neck. He fucks you with his fingers, stretching you out “So tight baby, you think you can even take me?” Sylus is much larger than average, but you’ve taken him many times before and you’re getting increasingly impatient, “Hurry up Sylus” you groan kissing and sucking his neck while he continues fingering you

While you’re busy marking up his neck he slips another finger in, you gasp. You need him now or else you’re going to explode, sensing you’re ready Sylus takes his cock in his hand stroking it quickly a few times before pushing you onto your back. You land on your bed with a soft huff and Sylus crawls over you, cock in hand he takes his time rubbing himself on your thighs before slapping it a few times on your pussy, you moan at the sensation and cover your eyes with your hand.

You feel a harsh slap on your pussy causing you to buck your hips up and whimper, “Eyes on me, don’t look away.” Sylus voices darkly. You nod frantically, Sylus chuckles and finally presses into your wet heat. He doesn’t waste any time and bottoms out within seconds, he stretches you out deliciously and you’re a moaning mess. Sylus grips your hips with a pressure that is sure to leave bruises and fucks you at a ruthless pace, his brow furrowing with his effort, occasionally pinching and flicking your nipples

You start whimpering, open mouth moaning, you don’t know how long you will last at this pace and Sylus knows it, “you wanna come for me baby?” he grunts continuing his brutal pace. “Yes yes oh please!” You can’t help but beg, “please, let me come, feel so good.”

Sylus groans at your words and his hips faulter, you can tell he is close to his release as well. Sylus leans down to place a hot kiss on your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth and biting your lip between his teeth, the pain mixed with pleasure pushes you over the edge and you come on his cock, screaming his name and moaning loudly for him. The way you squeezed him so tight with your walls pushes him over the edge and he groans while filling you up, releasing in your tight heat. You whimper at the feeling of him filling you full but are too tired to move your limbs anymore.

After coming down from his orgasm Sylus pulls out of you and kisses you on the cheek, he works diligently to clean you up before cleaning up his own mess and the bed, as much as he can while not moving you too much. You suddenly feel very sleepy, “Sylus come lay with me, please” you whine, giving him your best puppy dog eyes

He looks at you, gentle smile on his lips, he cannot help but adore you “anything for my princess.” You giggle and poke his forehead “I thought I was your kitten?” he flicks your forehead in retaliation, “doesn’t matter what you are, all that matters is you’re mine.”

[mysweetmiu]

hii nice to meet you!

im very new to tumblr so i apologize for the many errors im sure to make on this platform. i recently fell in love with the game love and deepspace and it has reignited my love for writing, so im hoping to write some new stuff for people on here !! i rely heavily on inspo from songs or thoughts that randomly pop in my head BUT also feel free to request something! that would def help me out and get me out of my writers block.

i am a sylus and zayne girlie at heart but i am absolutely willing to write about the others as well! nsfw or sfw i will do my best to make something you will enjoy :3