yels

[eyrichandesu]

“Just the tip,” you whispered, breath shaky, thighs already falling open for him.

Caleb’s lips curved against your jaw, his cock heavy between your legs. “Just the tip,” he repeated smoothly, like he was agreeing to something small and harmless. “I’ll make it sweet for you.”

The blunt head pressed into you, sliding past your folds, stretching you open just enough to make you gasp. Caleb groaned low, savoring the feel of your walls fluttering around him.

“God, even the tip and you’re already squeezing me. You love this too much,” he whispered, brushing a kiss against your cheek.

You whined, nails raking lightly down his shoulders. “It’s… it’s supposed to be just—”

“I know,” he cut in gently, rocking his hips forward. Another inch sank in, dragging a moan from both of you. His hand slid down to your thigh, thumb stroking tenderly as he pushed deeper, slow enough for you to melt under him. “But sweetheart… you’re taking me so well. Look at you, already dripping for me.”

Your back arched, the stretch sharp but intoxicating, your body opening up to him with each roll of his hips.

“See?” Caleb murmured, voice dark with praise. “Your body’s begging for all of me. Not just the tip. You want every inch, don’t you?”

The only answer you managed was a broken moan, thighs trembling around his waist. That was all the permission he needed. He sank in the rest of the way, bottoming out with a groan that rattled through his chest.

“Fuck, perfect,” he breathed, kissing your temple like he hadn’t just broken the promise. “I can’t hold back from you. Not when you take me this deep.”

He set a steady rhythm, every thrust hitting deeper, coaxing cries from your lips until your protests were nothing but gasps of his name. His hand caught your jaw, turning your face so your dazed eyes met his.

“Look at you,” he whispered, tender and wicked all at once. “I told you it would feel better this way. You never really wanted me to stop, did you?”

Your body answered for you, clenching around him, spilling slick down his length. Caleb groaned, thrusting harder, faster, corrupting every ounce of your restraint.

“Good,” he coaxed, kissing you hard as he drove into you. “Give in to me. Take it all. You’re mine, and you’ll never want ‘just the tip’ again.”

[eyrichandesu]

“You’re still open for me,” Caleb whispers, brushing his fingers between your thighs. His voice is so calm, so quiet — like he’s not watching his cum drip out of you and onto the sheets.

He spreads you lazily, thumb pressing right against your swollen entrance. “I didn’t even stretch you that long this time, sweetheart. You take me so easily now…”

You twitch when he slides in again without warning—your body already too sensitive, too full— and he kisses your shoulder like he’s soothing you, even as his cock presses impossibly deep.

“That’s it. Shh… I know, baby,” he coos, pace slow but brutal. “You’re shaking so much. You want me to stop?”

You don’t answer. Can’t answer. So he fucks into you again, harder.

“Didn’t think so,” he murmurs, nuzzling against your cheek. “You just want me to fill you up, hm?”

Your moans are broken now — high-pitched and helpless as he fucks you through it again, his hand warm on your stomach, pressing down just to feel himself inside you.

“You’re gonna take everything I give you, love,” he says softly. “And when it leaks out again, I’ll put it right back in. Over and over. Until it stays.”

His lips find yours—gentle, devoted—even while his thrusts grow messier, more desperate.

“You’ll look so pretty like that. All mine. All round and aching for me.”

[eyrichandesu]

You really tried to be strong. Held it together through every long, frozen month Varka spent away in Nod-Krai—fighting beasts, leading men, sleeping under skies that never softened. He wrote you, sure. Sent you charms, carvings, little keepsakes from foreign towns. But none of it was warm. None of it kissed you goodnight. And none of it could replace the weight of his body against yours, the low rumble of his voice in your ear, or the stretch of him inside you after a long day.

So when he finally walked through the door—scarred, broad, snow still clinging to his shoulders—you didn’t even speak. You just looked at him, eyes wide, chest heaving, and his girl? His sweet, loyal girl who waited all this time? She was already wet. Already begging for his cock with nothing more than a look.

He didn’t even give you time to adjust. Didn’t waste a second between dragging you down and pushing in again—slow at first, but deep, grinding every thick inch of himself into your soaked, fluttering walls.

His hands were on your thighs, spreading you open like he was claiming territory, like you were something he had to own again after too damn long. “Gods, baby,” he groaned, forehead pressing to yours, “you feel better than I remember. So tight… fuck.”

Your hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging into his broad, battle-worn frame as he rocked into you. “You’re mean,” you whimpered, voice cracking as tears spilled freely now, “t-took so long, Varka—m’so full, I—hah!”

“I know, baby, I know,” he murmured, almost sweetly, like he wasn’t splitting you open with every stroke. “I’m here now. I got you.”

He kissed your cheek, then your jaw, then down to your throat where your pulse throbbed like crazy—like your body didn’t know whether to sob or scream. He sucked hard, claiming you again, marking your skin like a man half-starved. You could feel the weight of him pressing into every inch of your trembling body, grounding you.

“Let me make it up to you, yeah?” he whispered, rutting into you harder now, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. “Cry for me—want to hear how much you missed this cock.”

“Missed it so bad, f-fuck,” you gasped, voice slurred with heat and tears. “Wanted you so bad it hurt—touched myself to your letters, Varka. Pretended it was you—!”

He snarled at that, hips snapping forward so hard your back arched off the bed. “That’s not enough,” he growled. “This is how you should be fucked—like this. Under me. Screaming my name.”

And you did. Loud, shameless, because how could you not? After months of waiting, months of aching for the heat of him, for that rough voice in your ear, for the stretch and burn and bliss of being ruined by the only man who could ever take you like this.

[eyrichandesu]

getting fucked by both caleb and sylus, who have something to prove—to you and to each other. caleb’s behind you, rough and relentless, fucking you like he’s got a point to make, while sylus cradles your face and slowly feeds his cock past your lips, eyes heavy with lust. your jaw aches, your pussy’s sore, and your mind is already long gone—sinking, drowning in the heat of it all.

caleb growls every time you moan around sylus’s cock, thrusts bruising, dragging filthy wet sounds out of you as he forces your body to take every inch.

“Don’t go soft on her, sylus. she can take it,” he grits out, grabbing your hips tighter, making the bed frame slam against the wall.

“easy,” sylus murmurs, voice silk, though the twitch of his cock in your throat betrays just how close he is too. “she’s shaking.”

you’re not even sure if you’re cumming anymore. just trembling, helplessly stuffed between them, drool dripping down your chin while your cunt flutters around caleb’s thick cock, your moans muffled by the way sylus is using your mouth.

caleb is brutal—his touch firm, hands greedy, pace merciless. his voice is lower, rougher, his words dragging heat through your spine.

“you’re gonna fucking choose after this, aren’t you?”

“gonna make you forget anyone else but me.”

but sylus—he cups your cheek as you gag on him, thumb brushing your jaw like you’re precious, even when he’s using you just the same. his hips rock slowly, like he wants to savor the way your throat tightens around him.

“don’t listen to him,” he breathes, voice honeyed. “you look so pretty like this, darling… letting us both ruin you.”

the push and pull of them drives you insane. caleb’s cock pounding your soaking hole, sylus’s cock heavy on your tongue, both of them so deep you can’t think. all you know is you’re drooling, shaking, twitching from overstimulation, your body on display for the two men who’ve been silently vying for your love.

[eyrichandesu]

The smell of eggs and coffee wakes you, but it’s the sight of him that really does you in.

Caleb stands in the kitchen, shirtless, hair a little wild—like your fingers had been in it all night. Which they had. His sweatpants hang low on his hips, teasing that sharp V-line that’s somehow more obscene than if he were naked. His back flexes with each movement, golden skin catching the sunlight pouring in from the window like something divine.

You don’t say a word. Just sit there, legs crossed on the barstool, silently ogling him, wrapped in his shirt that barely covers the aftermath he left all over your thighs.

“You’re being quiet,” he says without turning, voice hoarse in the most unholy way. “That’s suspicious.”

You hum, trying not to drool. “Just watching you be domestic. It’s… hot.”

He chuckles lowly. “You’re thinking nasty thoughts while I’m making you breakfast, aren’t you?”

“No,” you lie terribly.

He turns, holding a plate in one hand, setting it gently in front of you. His eyes, half-lidded and sleepy, flick down to your bare legs with slow appreciation.

“You should be thinking about rehydrating,” he murmurs, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Not riding me on the counter again.”

“I’m not,” you whisper.

“You’re a terrible liar.” He leans in, mouth grazing your jaw, voice dropping to that soft warning he uses when he’s close to snapping. “You want me again, don’t you? You want to ruin this sweet little moment.”

You grab his wrist, heat pooling between your legs again like he didn’t just have you a few hours ago.

“Then ruin it with me.”

The plate is forgotten. His mouth is on yours before the words finish leaving your lips. You're lifted onto the counter like nothing, his body pressed between your knees, hands already under his shirt—your shirt now—gripping your waist, fingers digging into the bruises he left before.

"Breakfast can wait," he growls against your lips, pushing the plate aside.

You smile against his mouth. "Told you it was hot."

[eyrichandesu]

You thought you were cute. Sassy little smiles, crossing your legs slowly in that tight-ass dress, ignoring Caleb's warnings all evening like he wouldn't do something about it.

You should’ve known better.

Now you’re straddling him in the driver’s seat of his parked car—your dress bunched up around your waist, tits spilling from your bra, and his thick cock buried inside you. The windows are fogged, the streetlamp outside barely lighting the scene of your punishment.

And Caleb?

He’s got you locked in a brutal chokehold, your face pressed into the crook of his arm while he fucks up into you like he’s trying to split you open.

“Thought you were real fuckin’ funny tonight,” he snarls against your jaw, teeth grazing skin as he slams into you again, and again, and again. “Now look at you. Can’t even talk.”

You can’t. Not with how tight his arm is, not with how deep he’s hitting—how hard his cock is pounding against your cervix like it’s punishing you for every bratty thing you said earlier.

His hand sneaks between your bodies, thumb finding your clit and grinding in tight, merciless circles.

“Your pussy’s so wet, baby,” Caleb growls. “You like being manhandled like this? You like knowing anyone could walk by this car and see you getting used like a fucktoy?”

You moan—choked and broken—and he just laughs, low and mean, like he already knows the answer.

“Pathetic little thing,” he whispers, cock twitching inside you. “You were begging for it. All that mouth just so I’d fuck the attitude out of you.”

And that’s what he’s doing.

The car is rocking under the weight of him. You’re limp in his lap, arms barely working, eyes rolling back as the pressure around your neck blurs your vision in the best way. You can’t even lift your head. You’re drooling on his shoulder. His name comes out in pitiful whimpers.

“That’s it,” he hisses. “So cockdrunk you can’t even pretend you hate it.”

You cum with a shudder—legs locking up, your cunt clenching around him so tight he snarls and pins you down harder, arm flexing as he fucks you through it.

You’re gasping, twitching, a mess on top of him.

Caleb’s thrusts get even rougher. Meaner. His voice cracks.

“Gonna fill you up,” he pants against your cheek. “Gonna fuck a bratty baby full of my cum so she can remember who she belongs to.”

You try to respond—but all you get out is a broken, needy sob before he slams into you one final time and spills everything inside your overstimulated, aching pussy.

His cum’s so hot you swear it burns. It floods you—deep, messy, thick—and you feel it drip down as you pulse around him helplessly.

He keeps you there, stuffed full on his lap, panting and twitching. His arm still around your neck—not choking now, just holding. Keeping you right where he wants you.

And then?

He grins.

“You're not putting your panties back on,” he says, voice all low and smug. “You're gonna sit there, leaking my cum down your thighs while I drive you home. And if you even think about mouthing off again?”

His fingers trail between your legs, scooping up the slick mess of you both, then shoving it right back inside with a curl of his digits.

“I’ll pull over and fuck you on the hood.”

[eyrichandesu]

⤷Men that talk to you thru it while they destroy your insides.۶ৎ

۶ৎCaleb

He’s got you folded under him, thighs pressed to your chest, buried so deep you’re not sure where he ends and you begin. His voice is low, rough, but full of warmth.

“Look at you. So fuckin’ pretty when you’re falling apart like this.” He slows, letting you feel every thick inch of him drag against your walls. “You feel that, sweetheart? That stretch? That’s me. All the way in, right where I belong.”

You're clenching around him, mouth parted in desperate little gasps, and Caleb groans. “Shit, baby, you’re squeezin’ me like you don’t wanna let me go. That it?” He kisses your temple. “Don’t worry. I’m not leavin’. You’re mine.”

And when he starts moving again—slow, deep, devastating—he whispers, “You’re takin’ it so well. Doin’ so fuckin’ good for me. I got you. I got you.”

۶ৎSylus

You’re flat on your back, and Sylus has you pinned with his weight, fucking into you slow and deep, like he’s memorizing every reaction you give. His voice is velvet-dipped filth—calm, but so, so filthy.

“Don’t hide from me, pretty girl,” he whispers, brushing hair off your face. “I wanna see every twitch. Every moan. You look so fucking cute like this, all messy and needy.”

He keeps talking, just barely moving his hips, grinding right into that sweet spot inside you. “Feel that? Right there. I know you do—look at you. You’re trembling. Poor thing, you’re soaked.”

And when you arch into him, crying out, he chuckles darkly. “That’s it. Don’t hold back. Let it out. Let me hear how good I fuck you. That’s all I want.”

۶ৎXavier

Xavier’s got you bent over the edge of his desk, one hand on your lower back, the other tangled in your hair. He’s fucking you slow, deliberate, hitting deep with every thrust—and still so infuriatingly calm.

“You can beg prettier than that,” he says, low in your ear, smirking as you whimper. “Come on, baby. I want full sentences. Use your words.”

He pulls back slightly, just the tip still inside. You’re whining, pushing back against him—but he just presses a kiss to your shoulder. “You want me that bad, hmm? Say it. Say you love when I ruin you.”

When you finally cry out that you do—you love it, you need it, please don’t stop—he slides back in slow and deep, making you feel every inch.

“There she is,” he purrs. “That’s my good girl.”

۶ৎRafayel

Rafayel has you underneath him, legs spread wide, arms pinned over your head, and he’s relentless—but still speaking in that gentle, teasing voice that makes your head spin.

“Aww… too full already?” he murmurs, rocking into you so slowly, it’s maddening. “But you wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted to be filled ‘til your brain melted.”

You’re clinging to him, whining, mouth too slack to form words. He smiles.

“Don’t cry, cutie. Or do.” He leans down and licks the corner of your mouth. “I like it when you fall apart on my cock. So cute. So ruined.”

And when you moan his name, begging for more, his eyes soften.

“Good girl. I’ll fuck you nice and slow. Just like you deserve.”

۶ৎZayne

Zayne’s the softest, even while he’s balls deep, rolling his hips into you slow and hard. His forehead’s pressed to yours, one hand stroking your cheek as you tremble beneath him.

“You’re takin’ me so good, sweetie. Fuck,” he pants, “I can feel you flutterin’ around me.”

You nod, moaning, but tears prick at your eyes from how intense he feels inside you. Zayne’s thumb is quick to wipe them. “Shh, I got you. You’re okay. You’re safe.”

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow down. But he’s watching you—tuned to every whimper and tremble, praising every reaction.

“You’re so sensitive. So sweet for me. Let go, baby—I’ll catch you. I always do.”

[eyrichandesu]

⤷When the only way sylus can keep safe you is to make you his housewife:p

“Open wider, sweetheart.”

Sylus kneels between your thighs, his hands firm on your hips as he buries his tongue into your soaked pussy. His silver hair is mussed from your fingers tugging at it, strands sticking to his flushed cheeks. He hums against you, eyes half-lidded but focused on how you writhe for him, soft moans echoing off the walls of your shared bedroom.

“You were waiting for me like this? All wet and pretty in my shirt?” He licks a fat stripe from your dripping hole to your clit, teasingly slow. “God, fuck—this pussy’s mine. You know that, right?”

“S-Sylus—” you choke out, your back arching off the bed as his tongue flicks in tight, deliberate motions. His name tumbles out like a prayer, again and again, until you’re gushing on his mouth with a strangled cry.

He groans as he laps up every drop, sucking your clit once more for good measure—just to watch your thighs tremble.

“Messy little housewife,” he purrs, voice wrecked with lust. “Did you cum just from my tongue?”

You’re still catching your breath when he flips you onto your stomach, forcing you up on your knees with one hand on your lower back. The sound of his belt hitting the floor makes your pulse spike.

“Gonna fill you up now,” he murmurs, dragging the thick head of his cock through your folds. “Keep you fucked full and safe. You want that?”

“Yes,” you whimper, breath hitching. “Please—need it.”

He thrusts in slow but deep, inch by inch, until he’s fully sheathed inside you. A guttural groan rumbles from his throat as he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls.

“This pussy was made for me,” Sylus growls. “I’ll fuck a baby into you if I have to. Whatever it takes to make sure you never leave this house again.”

His hips snap against your ass, each thrust more brutal than the last. His hand wraps around your throat—not too tight, just enough to make your head spin as he fucks you through another orgasm.

By the time he spills inside you, you're limp beneath him, skin flushed, thighs soaked, cunt twitching around his cock.

He leans down, breath hot against your ear.

“Good girl,” he whispers, kissing your temple. “Now you really look like mine.”

[eyrichandesu]

“Aw, what’s the matter, baby?” Caleb’s voice is low and teasing, words brushing the shell of your ear as his hips grind into yours again, “Too dumb to talk now?”

You can’t answer him. You couldn’t even if you wanted to.

Your hands are weakly clutching at the sheets, knuckles pale. Drool slides down your chin as your head tips back, lips parted around a broken moan. He’s already made you cum twice, and he’s still going—slow and deep, pushing into your spent, sensitive cunt like he owns it. And maybe he does.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, one hand sliding around your throat while the other keeps your legs spread, pinned up by his forearm, “You take it so well. Even when your brain’s all mushy, this pussy’s still clenching like she knows who she belongs to.”

Your legs tremble violently. His cock drags against every spot inside you that makes your stomach tighten and your thoughts evaporate. Your back arches but he holds you down easily—one hand on your throat, the other gripping your thigh, thick fingers pressing bruises into your skin.

He’s looking down at you like a man obsessed—eyes wild, hair falling over his face as sweat drips down his temple. And the way he smirks when he sees your eyes roll back?

“Fucked dumb already? But I’m not even done.”

His voice is a velvet growl. “You wanted it rough, remember?”

You let out a sob that’s half-plea, half-moan.

“Use your words, sweetheart. You were so good at begging earlier—‘please Caleb, harder Caleb’—what happened to that mouth?”

Your answer is a desperate whine as another orgasm crashes over you, wracking your body like a wave. You’re twitching under him now, overwhelmed and overstimulated, and still—still—he doesn’t stop.

His pace stutters. You feel his cock twitch deep inside and the sharp growl in his throat as he thrusts harder, faster—chasing his own high.

“Gonna fill you up,” he rasps, eyes locked on yours, “Wanna see it leaking out of you after. My perfect little toy.”

Your cunt pulses around him like it wants it.

And then he’s groaning low, hips jerking once, twice more before he buries himself to the hilt and cums, thick and hot inside your sore, raw walls. It spills out even as he stays seated deep, making sure you take every drop.

For a while, the room is just heavy breathing and the sound of his palm brushing your face gently—wiping the spit from your chin.

Then he leans over and kisses your forehead.

“You did so good for me, baby,” Caleb murmurs, stroking your thigh now instead of gripping it like a vice. His voice is softer—gentle, sweet. “Let’s clean you up. Then I’ll get you water, okay?”

You nod slowly, hazy eyes fluttering open.

You can’t really form words yet, but he understands.

And he loves it.

[eyrichandesu]

⤷Calling him by his last name

Ehehshshahwheeheeheheheh

You’re gasping, legs trembling around his waist as his hips grind into you slow, deep, unrelenting. His name’s already spilled from your lips a dozen times—but this time, it slips out wrong.

“Xia—!”

You freeze. Just for a second.

His rhythm stutters. Then stops. His hand clamps tight around your jaw, tilting your face up until your dazed eyes meet the fire in his.

“What did you just call me?”

There’s a slow, wicked smile on his lips—but his eyes burn.

“Didn’t realize we were being formal now, Pips. Should I start calling you Lieutenant too?”

He doesn’t wait for your answer. The next thrust knocks the air out of your lungs. Hard. Punishing.

“Say it again. Let’s see how long you last when you treat me like a stranger.”

[eyrichandesu]

Caleb doesn’t mean to lose control like this.

He told himself he’d take it slow—that he’d be gentle, that he’d savor you. But the moment he’s inside you, every promise unravels. It’s not just about want anymore. It’s need. Raw, overwhelming, all-consuming need. And it hits him so hard he forgets how to breathe, let alone stop.

Your hands claw at his back, trying to ground yourself, but he’s already gone. He’s mouthing apologies into your skin even as he thrusts deeper—his voice cracked and hoarse, “I’m sorry, I know—I know, just—fuck, I can’t—”

You’re crying, overwhelmed, your body trembling beneath him, and still, he can’t stop. Not because he doesn’t care—God, he cares too much—but because you feel too good, too perfect, too much, and his body keeps moving even while his mind begs for mercy. For yours, and his own.

You whisper his name like a prayer and a plea. He’s shaking. He's biting back sobs. He doesn’t know whose tears hit the sheets first—yours or his.

“I love you,” he chokes, forehead pressed to yours, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry—I’m hurting you, I know—I just—please… just a little longer…”

But “a little” turns into more. It always does. And by the end of it, you're both wrecked, ruined, too sore to move, too full of emotion to speak. He clings to you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

And even as he holds you, whispering apologies and kisses against your shoulder, his hips twitch once more—because he never really learned how to stop needing you.

[eyrichandesu]

⤷How they react when you squirt for the first time

Caleb

You soak him mid-thrust—your slick gushing out suddenly, dripping between your thighs and down his stomach. Caleb stills for a moment, eyes locked on the mess pooling beneath you both, then lets out a sharp exhale like he’s just been punched in the gut. “Holy fuck… you just squirted all over my cock.” His fingers dig into your hips, pulling you back onto him as he thrusts up—deep and rough, chasing it again. "That’s it, baby. Make a mess. I want you to keep doing that—over and over until the whole bed’s drenched.” He thumbs your clit while he pounds into you, voice tight and desperate. “You can’t even stop now, can you? Look at you—so fucked out, still leaking. That’s mine. All of it. ”You squirt out suddenly around his fingers and he freezes, eyes locked between your legs, watching the flood of slick that coats his palm and thighs.

Rafayel

Then he smiles. Slowly. Darkly. “You’ve been holding out on me.” He pushes two fingers back in without warning, pressing against that same spongy spot, curling just right—and when you jolt from overstimulation, he laughs softly, voice syrup-smooth. “Aww, what’s wrong? Too much now?” “No, no. You’re not tapping out yet. Not when I just got to the good part.” He leans close, his forehead resting against yours as he whispers: “Be a good girl and squirt again for me. I want this whole room smelling like you.”

Xavier

You squirt mid-ride, and his entire body jerks—like it physically startled him, only to be followed by the dirtiest grin you’ve ever seen on his face. “No fuckin’ way. You just made a goddamn mess.” He grabs your waist and starts fucking up into you from below, rough, wet slaps echoing in the room.“Soaked me, baby. Look at you—dripping, shaking, moaning like a fuckin’ pornstar.” He thumbs your clit with no mercy, lips brushing your ear: “We’re not done. I’m not stopping until you squirt again. And again. Let’s see how wrecked I can get you.”

Sylus

You squirt across his face the moment his tongue flattens against your clit, and he moans, messy and loud, as your slick covers his chin, lips, even his neck. He doesn’t move away. If anything, he grips your thighs tighter, licking through the mess like it’s his last meal. “Ohh, fuck yes… that’s it, pretty girl.” “So wet for me. You gonna do it again while I’m sucking on this sweet little pussy? ”He sucks your clit harder, tongue dragging in tight circles, fingers fucking into you from below. You’re twitching, whimpering—and he’s groaning like he’s in heaven. “C’mon, give it to me again. I wanna drown in it.”

Zayne

Your thighs jerk, body tight, and then your slick gushes out—warm and sudden, drenching his wrist and soaking the sheets beneath you. For a moment, Zayne goes still. His gaze drops to where his fingers are buried inside you, now coated and dripping. The soft sound of your breathing fills the room, ragged and ruined. He doesn’t smirk. He doesn’t flinch. He just stares, almost fascinated. “You lost control,” he murmurs. “Completely.” He slowly withdraws his hand, watching the slick stretch between your folds and his fingers. A quiet pause. Then he drags his fingers across your inner thigh, spreading the mess without a hint of shame, eyes never leaving your face. “So reactive. And yet you haven’t even reached your limits.” He brings his fingers to his lips, tasting you with clinical slowness—not for show, but to commit the moment to memory. Then, without warning, he slides two fingers back in, deeper this time, curling with meticulous precision. “You’re going to do that again.” “I’ll make sure of it. His voice stays soft, composed—but the weight behind it is devastating. “Don’t hold back. I want everything.”

[eyrichandesu]

Caleb lets you think he’s all sweet and docile.

The bashful one in your dynamic. The boyfriend who gets flustered when you tease him, who groans softly under your touch, who whines when you’re on top.

He plays the part so well.

Lets you ride him, lets you pin his wrists, lets you think he’s at your mercy—moaning, flushed, eyes dazed beneath you.

But it’s all a setup. A game.

He’s patient. Calculated. Waiting for the moment you finally let your guard down—when you’re too cocky, too drunk on the way his body trembles under you.

That’s when it changes.

One second you’re grinding down on him, smug and in control, and the next your back hits the mattress hard—your legs spread and Caleb’s between them, hand wrapped firm around your throat, that look in his eyes.

That terrifying, beautiful shift.

From boyish and bashful to unrelenting.

“You really thought I was the one begging?” he growls, pushing into you with one brutal thrust that knocks the air from your lungs. “Sweetheart… I was letting you play.”

He fucks you like he’s starved.

Hands gripping your hips so tight it’ll bruise, his pace punishing, merciless—like he’s making up for every second he pretended to be submissive. And the worst part?

He knows you love it.

The way your back arches, how you moan louder the rougher he gets. How your thighs tremble and your fingers claw at his shoulders.

“Look at you,” he pants against your ear, grinding deeper, watching the way your eyes flutter. “So cocky earlier. Now you can’t even speak, can you?”

You shake your head weakly, too overwhelmed to form words.

Caleb just chuckles darkly, lips brushing your neck,

“That’s okay. I wasn’t asking.”

[eyrichandesu]

୨ৎCaleb who loses all sense of composure the second he has you spread out beneath him, his tongue buried deep as he groans like a man possessed. He starts off slow—almost reverent—with warm, open-mouthed kisses on your thighs, but the second he tastes you, it’s over. His hands grip your hips tight, dragging you closer, holding you down as he devours you like he needs it to breathe. Every flick of his tongue is desperate, greedy—his mouth messy with your slick as he sucks at your clit until your thighs tremble and your moans turn breathless. He hums against you, eyes half-lidded and glazed over, murmuring low praises between licks like, "so fucking sweet... can’t get enough of you." And he means it—he’d happily die with his face buried in you, drunk on your taste, starving for more.

[eyrichandesu]

⤷Lads men and their favourite sex positions

୨ৎCaleb

he doesn’t rush. never does. caleb touches you like you’re something fragile and irreplaceable — until you’re under him, breath caught in your throat, thighs trembling from the weight of him, and you realize: he’s holding back for your sake, not his.

he keeps you in a mating press, not just because it lets him go deeper — but because it means your legs are wrapped around his waist, your body forced open, your breath syncing with his as he watches you fall apart for him alone.

his voice is low, controlled, even when he’s splitting you open on his cock. “relax,” he murmurs, fingers tracing the edge of your face. “i’ve got you. always do.”

and then he thrusts, deep and deliberate, dragging his length against every tender spot inside you until you’re gasping, helpless beneath him. he watches your face, your parted lips, the shimmer in your eyes. watches your body react — like it’s never been touched before, like it was waiting for him to ruin it.

his dog tag swings above your chest, a soft clink in time with the slick sounds of skin on skin, of your cries getting higher, messier, desperate. and caleb? he doesn’t smirk, doesn’t gloat — he just leans in close and says, “look at me.”

you do.

“i want you to remember who fucks you like this.” his hips slam into yours, a slow, punishing rhythm that builds heat in your gut. “who makes you feel like this. don’t ever forget it.”

and when you’re finally cumming — crying out, back arched, hands clawing at his arms — he fucks you through it, presses his forehead to yours, and groans your name like a promise. like a man who would burn the world down just to have you under him again.

୨ৎSylus

he’s unpredictable, filthy-mouthed, and loves taking you from behind — rough, fast, and messy. he leans over while fucking you doggy style, one hand tangled in your hair and the other slipping between your legs to rub your clit in sync with his brutal thrusts. “you like that, don’t you?” he pants against your ear, hips snapping into you with every word. “look at you, shaking just from getting fucked like a good little plaything.” your body jerks from the force, knees struggling to stay up as he pounds into your soaked pussy, and when he pulls back to admire the way you clench around nothing, you barely get a moment to breathe before he’s back inside, deeper and rougher — just to hear you cry out again.

୨ৎXavier

he’s calculated, controlled, but when you’re in his lap, straddling him in a lotus position with your arms around his neck and your bodies pressed together — he falls apart. he grips your hips tight, guiding you up and down on his cock with slow, intentional movements, letting every roll of your hips grind your clit against him. “just like that… stay close to me,” he murmurs, forehead against yours, lips brushing yours in shaky kisses. the intimacy drives him crazy — the way your cunt tightens every time you whimper his name in that breathless tone. his hands roam your back, gripping and pulling you closer, and when you tighten around him from the overwhelming friction, he groans deeply, letting himself get lost in your heat, your voice, your everything.

୨ৎRafayel

he sits back in a velvet chair, legs spread lazily, letting you ride him with your wrists pinned behind your back. he barely moves — just tilts his hips every so often to hit the perfect angle, watching you fall apart on his cock with that twisted little smile. “look at yourself,” he purrs, voice dark and low, “desperate and fucked dumb just from sitting on me. pathetic.” his grip on your wrists tightens as you try to bounce faster, clit brushing against his abs with every drag of his thick cock inside you. he lets you cum like that — overstimulated, ruined, trembling — and only when your voice breaks from crying his name does he finally thrust up into you hard enough to make your vision blur, filling you up with a smug, satisfied groan.

୨ৎZayne

he presses you against the cold wall, fully clothed except for his unzipped pants and your panties pushed aside. your legs are around his waist, pinned by his strong arms as he buries himself inside you, fucking you with the kind of ruthless precision that leaves no room to breathe. “quiet,” he mutters against your neck, voice laced with warning and hunger, “you’ll wake the whole floor.” but it’s impossible when he hits your sweet spot with every sharp, brutal thrust. your nails dig into his shoulders, your head thrown back as the rough friction drives you closer to the edge. he groans when your walls clench around him, biting into your skin just to muffle the deep, guttural sound that rips out of him when he finishes inside you — warm, full, completely owned.

[eyrichandesu]

Your legs are shaking, spread wide as Caleb towers over you, forearms braced on either side of your head. His thrusts are deep and deliberate, and he’s watching you fall apart beneath him like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“You feel that?” he pants, voice low and ragged, hips grinding down at a different angle—one that makes your vision blur. “Right there. That little spongy spot inside you? That’s your G-spot, sweetheart.”

You’re sobbing already, incoherent. You can’t even answer—only whimper as your nails claw uselessly at his back, thighs twitching around his waist.

He smirks.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

He thrusts again, slow and deep, hitting the spot that makes your whole body jerk. His cock grinds against it, fat and thick and so deep that you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

Then he does it again. And again.

And again.

You scream, hands flying to his biceps, clutching for something solid—anything to ground you while he wrecks you completely.

“That’s it,” he breathes. “Come on, cum on it for me. I want to feel you gush all over my cock.”

He activates his Evol.

The air shifts—your body pinned hard into the mattress like gravity just quadrupled, trapping you there, helpless and spread beneath him. The pressure makes everything worse—every thrust hits harder, deeper, sharper.

You’re sobbing now.

“Caleb—! I-I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he growls. One hand wraps lightly around your throat, not tight, just enough. “You’re gonna take it like a good girl. Gonna cum for me right on my cock, aren’t you?”

His other hand sneaks between your bodies, fingers rubbing your clit in messy, ruthless circles.

You shatter.

You cum so hard you scream, eyes rolling back, slick gushing around him as you tremble uncontrollably. He doesn’t stop—keeps slamming into you, watching your tears streak down your cheeks with a satisfied hiss.

“Fuck—there it is—look at you—” Caleb bites down on your shoulder, groaning into your skin. “Milking my cock like you were made for it. Fuck, I’m gonna cum inside you—fill you up until you’re leaking down your thighs.”

One last thrust. Deep, brutal, and so perfectly angled.

He cums, hips grinding hard against you as he shoots deep inside, thick warmth coating your insides. You can barely breathe, sobbing his name, your body limp beneath him.

And still—he doesn’t move. Doesn’t pull out.

“You’re not done,” he murmurs, almost sweetly, brushing his lips over your temple. “I’m not done.”

You whimper, already overstimulated.

And Caleb just smirks again, hips pulling back.

“Let’s see how many times I can make you squirt on my cock.”

[eyrichandesu]

“You’re dripping on me, sweetheart.”

Caleb’s voice was low, lazy, almost teasing — but that heat behind his eyes said otherwise. Your hips shook against the sheets, spine arched and thighs trembling as his cock dragged through your soaked cunt again and again, slow and deep, like he had all the time in the universe to ruin you.

Because he did. He’d make sure of it.

“I haven’t even finished once,” he added darkly, slamming in deeper until your scream cut through the air. “And you’re already cryin’ on my cock?”

His hand pressed firm and flat against your lower belly — right over the bulge — and he moaned at the sight. “Fuck. Look at that. Look how deep I am, baby. You're shaped around me.”

Your voice broke in a sob, fingers clawing at the sheets, your body caught in that dangerous space between too much and not enough. “G-Gege—!”

“Again,” he snarled, snapping his hips, making the bulge rise higher. “Say it again. Louder.”

“Gege!” you cried, hot tears leaking down your cheeks, your breath hiccuping from how tight you were stretched around him. “T-Too big, I—I can’t—”

“Oh, but you are.” He licked your tears without slowing down, tongue dragging across your cheek before sinking his teeth into your shoulder with a muffled groan. “You’re taking every inch like a fuckin’ good girl. So tight around me, baby, this pussy was made for me.”

His hand dropped to your clit, rubbing tight circles while he pumped into you brutally, your juices soaking his pelvis with every thrust. “You gonna cum like this?” he whispered against your ear. “Stuffed full of cock, crying like a little whore?”

You nodded frantically, whining, already so close it hurt. “Please—! Please cum in me, Caleb—Gege—please!”

“Beg for it properly.”

Your lips trembled. “I want your cum, Gege… I want you to break me… fill me up until I can’t hold it anymore—”

And with a growl, Caleb shoved you down onto the bed, caging your body under his, and fucked you so hard the headboard slammed the wall.

“I’m gonna breed this pussy raw,” he hissed. “You’ll feel me leaking out for days.”

He came with a vicious thrust, cock pulsing deep inside you as your own orgasm ripped through you, your cunt squeezing around him so tight it forced another thick spurt of cum into your womb.

You were shaking. Babbling. Tears and drool smeared across your lips, body twitching with overstimulation as he slowly began fucking his cum deeper into you, hips grinding in lazy circles.

“You’re not done,” Caleb said softly, grinning. “I’m not stopping until this tummy’s full and round with me.”