im zay, 22, asian, my pronouns is she/her. uh i don't know i reblogs dom!reader content so you ain't gonna find a sub!reader here. if you don't like fem!dom, think that women can only be a sub for men, gtfo pls. you are not welcome here. i do write sometimes if i have ideas so dont expect me to post my writings often💀
im not taking requests for fics but i'll try to write something short like drabbles or sum idk send me thirst😈💕can't promise that i'll answer it quick🥰
also, i'll block a blank blogs/ageless blogs cuz miss gurl go study or play with your friends what the fuck you doin' interacting with a nsfw blog.
CW : sub!caleb, masturbation, panty thief, dryhumping, (he cums first sorry), praise, DESPERATE DESPERATE man, loads of drooling deal w it
pervert!caleb who somehow managed to convince you to move in with him because he's been feeling oh so lonely and tired :( he needs your presence, your warmth and your attention to stay sane!! you have to believe him !!
pervert!caleb who definitely didnt make you move in so that he could spend his time watching you, subtly press against you while youre cooking, passing by your room at night to gently pat your head and smell your hair, maybe even steal a couple of your polaroids on the wall to put in his wallet !! (or use for later)
pervert!caleb who tells you its okay if you dont have time to do the laundry today! he can take care of it like he always has :) he definitely does not use the opportunity to shove his face into every crevice of your shirts, nose pressed into the crotch of your used hunter pants; when his eyes shift to a well hidden piece of bright red lacey fabric under one of your socks...jackpot.
pervert!caleb who doesnt even try to walk to his room to take care of business, no it has to be here between all your dirty clothes, your smell emanating from every corner of the laundry room while he hastily pushes his shorts down, poor baby's cock is bright red, already leaking just from the smell of you :(
pervert!caleb who grabs those red panties and wraps them around his shaft, using his strong muscled hand to jerk himself fast enough in hopes you wouldnt catch him!! you would probably think hes such a weirdo, using your dirty clothes and panting like a desperate dog but he just cant help himself around you, just the thought of your cute self sitting in the other room happily munching on some snacks while he's in here filthying up your belongings makes him break : strong hips thrust up and buck trying to finally get that sweet release-
pervert!caleb who, in his haste to get some alone perverted time had forgotten to lock the door :0 of course, after not hearing any noise for the past 15 mins you got worried! you didn't mean to walk in on him disheveled, hips in the air, sweat down his arms and drool down his shirt with your favourite underwear (now ripped at the crotch) wrapped around his sensitive head :(
pervert!caleb who's pleasantly surprised when you tug him up by his arm, he start rambling out excuses- "pips! i-im so sorry! i swear i dont even know what happened, i dont think straight when im tired you know me-" only to be slammed into the couch , "take your shirt off."
pervert!caleb is now sweatily sat on the couch, his boxers back on, trembling from overstimulation as you grind your ass back onto his crotch as harsh as you can, feeling his hardness drool out masses of precum, his thighs shakey and his hands barely holding onto your hips - "please, please can i- can i take them off pips i wanna feel you now-" his hands tug at your jeans, as good as the friction of your tight pants feel on him, he cant stop himself from thinking about how warm your cunt is underneath your clothes rn :( plus he wants you to feel good too!!
pervert!caleb cant take it anymore after you answer him with a harsh slap to the inside of his thigh, "quit talking, be grateful i even let you dirty these pants too, and you ripped my panties, those were my favourite you know ;("
pervert!caleb who can barely focus on what youre saying, he feels his balls squeezing, the feeling of your behind back and forth has him spiraling, babbling about how much he loves you and how you treat him so so well!! one specific hard swivel of your hips around his tip is what undoes him fully, head slamming back onto the wall, his hands grab your hips tightly to keep you in place as he keeps thrusting up up up, using you to get off. He's grunting loudly, muttering half sentences of "thank you- i love you- so sensitive- i cant stop- please-"
pervert!caleb who dirtied both you and himself now ! what a troublesome puppy >:( no worries you'll make him clean you up really quick once his legs stop pushing his hips into yours, unable to stop.
ive been thinking about this one for a whileeee so pls lmk how it is !!
tiff notes ❤︎ ig this is my intro to sub lads :) i haven’t written in a bit so i’m getting used to it again but, the grip this game has on me is ridiculous…
tags ❤︎ sub xavier x femdom reader. pegging. semi-public. car sex. you’re calling him ‘bunny’ ‘my pretty bun’. he’s calling you ‘miss’.
imagine fucking xavier in his deepspace hunter uniform. it’s so sexy on him, the way it hugs his figure just tight enough to make out all the curves and ridges of his physique. it truly should’ve been advertised as a bodysuit. his ass, ample and curvious, looked too good in that outfit and those thighs? too bitable for their own good.
you just wanted to eat him up.
but what you loved the most was the black underbust corset. it is what makes the uniform. it pulls it all together so well, the way it accentuates xavier’s chest and his grabbable waist. the piece was made exactly for him. it had to be.
and that underbust corset is the exact reason why he’s getting completely turned inside out by you, in the back of your car.
you made love to his prostate, over and over and over again whilst yanking on that corset. your pace was merciless, hips meeting his reddening ass with a force that fucks him deeper into the reclined passenger seat.
it’s that god-forsaken outfit, enticing you like a fly to a venus flytrap. you never seen that color variation before and as soon as you laid eyes on him leaving your apartment building, you knew you couldn’t not have him right then and there.
you barely made it to the first stop light before you rerouted to the closest convenience store’s back parking lot to have your way. you wasted no time strapping on your in-car-only dildo and though, xavier’s always down for a good fucking, this time, he barely had time to process what, why and how.
your lover’s head is just barely hanging off the seat, bobbing with each and every heavenly thrust. his soft blonde hair is swept across his face that you couldn’t see his eyes- just his puffy pink cheeks and ears.
“y-yes… yes..”
his achy cock is carelessly forced against the leather seat, offering it a sweet and painful friction that leaves xavier’s head light and dizzy. he bites his already bitten raw lips.
you’re surprised his corset is still intact with the way you’re manhandling it. the durability of it is tempting you to yank it harder, hard enough for the seams to tear apart like your self control has done. you don’t intend to break it but if it happens.. it happens. hopefully xavier wouldn’t be too upset.
the windows had long since blurred with a fogginess from your quickie. your left hand’s pressing against it to help you satisfy your cravings and his, to help you have your way.
and you were definitely having it.
fortunately for you and him, your windows are tinted.
from your position, it’s almost like a makeshift leash for your cute little bunny- reminiscent to the one he has at home.
his neck’s bared with your hickeys and arms damn near holding for dear life, onto whatever’s in reach. xavier whimpers with each hard thrust you grant him. his bottoms were pulled down enough just for your taking. “y-yes- hnngh…”
“feels good bunny? does my bunny feels s’good?” you hummed. you really didn’t need any answers to that, you knew but xavier, mindlessly obedient, nods frantically.
and to prove it, xavier fucks back against you the best he could from your legs trapping him from behind. he lifts and cants his hips just enough to take you in even deeper, even harder.
his pink, swollen entrance sucks in your dildo with ease- the visual itself made you moaned and throb. you could cum finish from that alone. you landed a few slaps to his ass cheeks, licking your lips as they jiggle from the force.
“h-haaah! ah! ah! ah!”
xavier’s body spasms underneath you, he’s so close. like he could read your mind, he confirms it for you. “mfft- m’gonna cum! m-miss!” xavier whines.
“atta boy,” you murmur, speeding up the pace of your hips with the energy you had left. you can see his hands turning pale from how hard he’s gripping the passenger seat. “cum for me my pretty bun’.”
and so he does. xavier completely blanks as cums all over himself and your leather seats with your hips flush against his and your cock pressing deliciously against his sweet spot. you helped him ride out his orgasm by slowly and gently pushing in and out of him.
when all is said and done, you try your best not to sag against him. you slowly pulled out of his puffy entrance and in response he softly whines.
you flop back into the driver’s seat to collect yourself. whilst catching your breath, you mumble out some makeshift excuse for your behavior. “i don’t think you’re allowed to wear this around me again.”
— caleb finds he cums embarrassingly quickly when he sees how he looks in you.
— (slight) size kink, inexperienced caleb & reader, pathetic dirty talk, pathetic pervert caleb!!!!!!!! pathetic pervert reader!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! kiiinda fluffy at the end? a bit angsty-feely too?? as fluffy-feely as my freaktivities can be???
The first time Caleb sees your tummy bulge full of him, he stills. The nights he'd spent jerking off to the thought of you (with your panties pressed against his nose) pale in comparison to the real thing — his cock, lodged into your pussy, the outline of his tip just barely peeking through your skin. He can't take his eyes off it, transfixed by both the feel and look of you around him.
He stares for so long that you begin to feel impatient, whining softly and grinding your hips down. "Caleb..." Yet even that small movement from you has the bulge in your stomach shifting slightly, a choked moan leaving his lips at the sight. Though lost in the heat of the moment, the neediness in your tone does not escape him and he shakes himself out of his trance, his hand trailing up from your thigh to press on your stomach. "...Yeah, pips?"
When you glance down, you finally realize just why he was in such a daze. the tip of his cock barely visible beneath your skin drawing a surprised whimper from you. Your eyes flick between your best friend and the impression of him in you, the sigh utterly intoxicating. "Ca-Caleb...he's peeking out at me..."
That's all it takes for Caleb's honeyed tone to go darker, a raspy growl now evident in his tone. "Mhm. That's...me right there, pips." He thrusts shallowly at first, eyes flicking down, watching with fascination as his cock shifts beneath your skin, a whimper catching in his throat at the sight. “Fuck, baby look that’s me- fuck- baby, I ah-!"
He loses himself in the warmth as his body presses against yours. Slowly, he begins to move, his rhythm building with each thrust. And he tries — he really tries to hold on.
But the sight of his cock pushing up against the soft skin of your belly has Caleb's mind unraveling like a cat clawing at a ball of yarn. Every slow thrust, every squeeze of your walls around him, makes the bulge in you shift. It's a visible, undeniable reminder that he’s buried so deep inside you there’s nowhere else for him to go.
His breath is ragged, each roll of his hips getting sloppier as the heat in his body quickly overwhelms him. His forehead stays pressed to yours, eyes half-lidded, glassy, and completely lost in you.
“Baby, I- You feel so fucking good.” His voice cracks into moans, wrecked and desperate, his fingers twitching against your waist as he fights to hold on.
Fuck, he's close. Too close. He's supposed to be in control. Supposed to pace himself. But the way your warmth engulfs him, how your tight little hole pulses and pulls him deeper, shatters any semblance of restraint.
You feel it too. The way he trembles above you, his body taut like a fraying wire. Every shaky exhale, every hitched breath, every needy little sound that slips past his lips, they all tell you how he’s on the edge. The knowledge that he's losing himself, falling apart because of you, sends heat flooding through your body.
Involuntarily, you clench around him, and his reaction is instant. A strangled, breathy “oh fuck-” chokes past him as his hips stutter against yours. You roll your hips in response, and Caleb fucking gasps for air at the sight of the bulge shifting beneath your skin, his grip on you tightening as if you were the only thing tethering him to reality.
The two of you were in the same sinking boat, breaths and moans mingling as the aching need for release quickly overtakes the both of you, the harsh thrusts and helpless moans spilling from Caleb's lips tightening that coil in your stomach. "Pl-Please Caleb-"
The strained breathlessness in your voice has him crumbling, his rhythm getting sloppier as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, voice thick with something fragile. "I know, baby, I know- Fuck, just-" His words get cut off you pulsate around him, the tight heat of you making his mind short-circuit. "S-So close- just give it to me, please please please-"
His hands move on instinct, an overwhelming ache leading one to over your stomach to press down and feel himself inside you. The moment the pressure registers on his cock, his mind blanks and so does he—wave after wave of cum pulsing into you as he shakes and whines, hips desperately meeting yours as he chases his high.
The shocks of his orgasm run through him, his mind blank and overwhelmed, nothing left but the feeling of you wrapped around him, milking him through his high. His lashes flutter, breath hitching as he shivers, everything is too hot, too good, too much.
The feeling of his hips stilling against yours and his cum flowing into you has your stomach tightening, the pleasure cresting fast, and then you're gone. Ecstasy slams into you with a force that has you crying out, your body going rigid as you spasm around him.
You're both left trembling, wide-eyed and flushed and locked onto each other's gazes as you process what just happened. Caleb then slumps against you, your bodies spent and trembling, his voice soft as he nuzzles back into your neck. "....Fuck. 'M sorry, baby."
His cock stays nestled deep, twitching with oversensitivity, trapped in you. He’s panting into your skin, and you reach out to push away the hair that had fallen into his face. "Don't be," you murmur softly, feeling your cheeks heat up at the sudden after-intimacy of the moment.
Caleb's voice was quiet, a layer of insecurity lying below the surface. "I didn't expect- I barely lasted-"
You soothe him with a soft hush, running your fingers through his hair and cupping the base of his neck. "That doesn't matter, baby. It was still perfect. You were perfect." You press a soft, lingering kiss to his temple, noticing how he's still slightly stiff and you run your hands down his spine, tracing slow, reassuring patterns on his back.
He shivers at the contact, looking up at you like a puppy seeking reassurance. Before he could say anything else, you tighten your grip, squeezing at his skin and pulling him closer. “You made me feel incredible. It doesn’t have to be some long, drawn-out thing. You know we’re both….new to this.”
“But I….” He huffs slightly, finally relaxing into your touch and letting it ground him. “You…You mean that, pipsqueak?”
You smile, gently nudging your nose against his head. “‘Course I do. Besides, if you liked seeing me that full ‘f you, means we’ll have to go again.” Leaning in even closer, your warm breath ghosts over his ear. “You know you’re still hard in me, right?”
Caleb groans softly, shifting on top of you, his cock twitching against the walls of your cunt. His lips graze your skin, his breath hot and uneven. "Do you think- Do you think you can take another round?"
You adjust yourself slightly, just enough to tease him deeper into you. "I can take whatever you want to give me, you know that.”
“You horrible tease.” Despite his words, Caleb breaks out into a light snicker, fighting back the groan and the desire re-capturing his gut to have a few more moments of this sweetness. He finally pulls himself out of your neck, looking at you with that lovesick, dazed expression that’s always made your heart skip.
✎: sub afab xavier x dom gn amab reader notes: pornography, horny xavier, somnophilia, dubcon(?), one mention of “mommy”
author talks: this is a VERY belated birthday gift to @starfallforest and also my debut in the lads fandom. ash is here to provide subby lads content
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There are two things that Xavier loves the most in the world.
One. Sleeping.
And two, you.
So what should a guy do when his lover isn’t present beside him and he is obviously very horny and not able to sleep?
Watch some “educational” videos on a certain website. And it wasn’t really a shock when his hands hovered over a specific category on that website. That which had the tag of ‘somnophilia’.
Xavier bit his lip in curiosity, and clicked on it. And everyone knows, curiosity killed the cat.
The video started in a dimly lit room, an atmosphere set in the space which seemed to pull in xavier through his laptop. There was a figure splayed on the bed, bedsheets crumpled beneath the body and as the video continued, Xavier could decipher the silent body resembling that of a sleeping man.
He looked at peace. Wearing a fluffy white sweatshirt and black shorts that gave off the appearance of actually nothing underneath his top. Soon a rustling was heard and another figure began to move into the view of the camera.
They were dressed in black jeans and a white button-up but for some reason, their face was hidden behind a mask, concealing the upper portion of their face. There were slow clicks of heel on the floor as the person walked closer to the bed.
Eyes blown wide and pupils increasing in diameter as Xavier stared at the figure climbing up on the bed unbeknownst to the sleeping boy. The boy mumbles something in his sleep but doesn’t wake up and somehow Xavier could notice a slight smirk on the person’s face and it was enough for a shudder to run through his body.
They take a few minutes to stare at the boy as he sleeps without a care in the world. His sweatshirt was exposing a teeny bit of his pudgy tummy while his legs were splayed open in quite a manner. Almost as if he was presenting himself up to them. Lewd.
Xavier’s breath hitches in his throat when he hears a soft chuckle from the person in the video. Its low and there is a hint of mischief laced in it, almost in a way that she was chuckling at Xavier through the screen. As if threatening him. Some kind of danger was surrounding the vulnerable man and it made Xavier’s core throb at the idea of being in a position to similar him.
The figure silently laid beside him, their face inches away from the snoozing boy. Suddenly, their hand crept up in the vision and it loitered teasingly around his groin. The shorts were not helping in any manner to conceal the boy’s cunt by the way it tightly hugged his pelvis.
Slowly, they moved their hand to his clothed cunt. Their fingers began rubbing him through the fabric, steady and firm. A sharp inhale from the boy was caught by the microphone, signifying that he was feeling something. And it was all it took for the person to stimulate him while he continued to sleep.
“What a pretty pretty boy”, the person uttered in a husky tone and Xavier bit his lip in response. Maybe stopping himself from reacting to their voice. Their actions. It felt so weird. Like it was doing something to him. The way he was twisting and moving in his seat, fingers playing with the hem of his own sweatshirt and his thighs rubbing together.
As much as he was trying to ignore it, there was a throbbing down there.
As they continued to rub the man through his shorts, there were a few instances of him eliciting a whimper or maybe a mumbled moan but he didn't wake up. Not once did he wake up. A wet patch was forming on the cloth where the masked person was fiddling their fingers across his crotch, treating him as a cute plaything.
And then they stopped, making Xavier furrow his eyebrows in concern.
“Its enough”, they muttered, a rush in their voice, as they shuffled on the bed, this time sitting upright on it. Xavier watched with bated breath and a flushed face as they ripped a hole in the man’s shorts with their bare hands. “Oh fuck~”, Xavier moaned at the view in front of him.
The view of the boy’s cunt being on display with slick dripping down. It all looked so erotic and Xavier was getting lightheaded with how the person began to spread the boy’s pussy lips apart, letting the viewers enjoy a glimpse. “Such a pretty pussy”, Xavier’s own hand inched down to his pants at their voice. “So pretty and wet….all for me”, they muttered in glee and Xavier could just hum in response. Deluding himself with the idea that they were talking to him. Calling his own pussy pretty and cute, and it took all of Xavier’s strength to not plunge a finger inside him right then and there.
A dazed look had taken over Xavier’s eyes as he followed the path of the person’s fingers dancing around the guy’s cunt but not quite entering him. It was almost frustrating to look at, as if they were putting on a show for everyone. Boasting to everyone that they are the only one who can do whatever the fuck they want with him and you all are just poor witnesses to it.
Their eyes suddenly darted to the camera and Xavier jerked in his seat. Gleaming with a look of authority, their eyes conveyed a simple message without even speaking.
“Just sit and watch”
And Xavier couldn’t do anything but helplessly obey the figure on the screen, nodding in response to their stare.
They give one small smile to the camera before suddenly inserting their middle finger in the boy’s pussy. “mhmm”, a low whine was heard from the sleeping boy. Small huffs and pants left his mouth as the person continued to leisurely run their fingers inside his hole, opening him up bit by bit. Just a little later, they introduced another finger inside him and god he sounded needy.
Two fingers in and he was already breaking in their hands.
Xavier had a hard time controlling himself back. His chest heaved up and down while his hands were clenched into fists, holding himself back from touching him.
“My boy, my pretty baby boy”, their voice was dripping with love as their hand ran an assault on his pussy. The other roamed his body, touching his thigh, then his hips then his tummy. It all felt so intimate and Xavier felt like a pervert peeking into a couple’s love life.
The boy’s body twisted and squirmed on the bed, maybe running away from their fingers or perhaps involuntarily fucking his own body on it. No one knows. But one thing was evident. It was all so fucking hot.
The figure abruptly stopped their movements and so did the little voices coming from the boy underneath. His dozing self breathing in deep inhales, trying to calm itself. Taking their fingers out, a sound could be heard. Xavier didn’t quite catch it at first with how focused he was at controlling himself but the moment he realized what it was, a trembling whimper escaped his lips.
The same fingers that were fucking the man’s cunt now were wrapped around their cock. Long and painfully hard, almost as if it would burst. The masked person hissed as they stroked themselves in slow, long strokes, trying to lube it up with the fluid of their lover.
“Oh shit”, out came a moan as they rubbed the tip of their dick on his wet folds, the man beneath still unaware of what will be coming next. He looked so cute, so blissed out in his dream world that it almost felt a bit bad when a strangled moan was heard the moment their dick was pumped to the base inside his hole, stretching him out.
The boy’s hands scattered to hold the figure’s shirt, nails tightly clenching on their shoulders. “A-ahn mmh?”, the boy whimpered as the figure slowly continued to move their body, rubbing their dick along the walls of his gummy cavern. Confused and panicked, his moans grew desperate.
Small “ah ah ah”s from the boy’s lips sounded heavenly to Xavier’s ears. Would he also sound like that if you fucked him? Like a rabbit caught in a bunny trap with nowhere to go. All alone and read to be feasted on. The only solution? Succumb to the wolf in front of him.
Xavier’s mind was a battlefield as he fought the urge to rub his own dripping cunt from his sweatpants. He was sure his panties were already stained with slick. His brain feels foggy and there’s a weird twist in his abdomen. So pathetic.
“F-faster momma”, Xavier’s heart is caught in his throat as he hears the vulgarity spilling from the boy behind the screen. Its physically hurting him. Like suffocation straining his chest because he needs you really really bad, right now.
“Xavi!!”, your chirpy voice was like an alarm blaring in his mind. It all happened so fast that poor Xavier barely knew how to react and so there you stood in his room. A bag of his favorite snacks in one hand and the expression of shock painting your face.
“I-I wait I can explain-“, Xavier’s hurried words came to a halt as your eyes switched from the screen to his own, a dark glint in your eyes.
Prey.
Thats what he felt like as your stare continued to break through him. A sense of helplessness and insatiable desperation taking over him as you slowly walked over to his seated body, towering over.
Your eyes scanned his face. A red flush coating his cheeks, a few tiny droplets of sweat on his temples which led to his bangs being stuck and a very visible dark stain on his sweatpants. Fuck, he looked so pretty looking up at you like that. So pretty to ruin and mess up.
“You liked the video?”, you said as your palm rested on his face, the temperature difference evidently felt along your palm of contact. His immediate reaction was to lean into your touch, why would he not? Its you. The light of his life.
As doe eyes continued to stare into your own, Xavier silently nodded in response to your question. Oh astra, you thought, give me the power to control myself. Your hands drifted across his face, your fingers finally setting on his lips. Pink, wet and partially bruised. Giving them a slight pull, a shuddering breath was felt on your hand.
“Want to film another one then baby?”, and there was it. The damn fucking smirk which he saw in the camera. The same one which makes him all hot and bothered and needy because now he just wants your hands all over him. Want you - no need you to kiss him like you would devour his soul. Need you to fuck him just like you did last night in the video.
“Mhmm”, he whines through pursed lips and thats all the cue you require before you start kissing him, all sloppy and desperate.
Good to say your next video reached another hundred thousand views.
to me, sylus is a man with power who just wants someone to take it away from him
✧.* thinking about sub!sylus who's absolutely craving each word that slips from your lips, no matter if it's praise or degrading.
✧.* thinking about sub!sylus who gets flustered after you call him a stupid loser. (he gets bricked)
✧.* thinking about sub!sylus who'd beg to cum but secretly wishes you'd deny him the pleasure.
✧.* thinking about sub!sylus who loves when you tie him up, collar him, then pull at his confines. especially when you have that look in your eyes.
✧.* thinking about sub!sylus who genuinely takes some subtle masochistic pleasure out of teasing and riling you up, hoping you'd put him in his place.
✧.* thinking about sub!sylus who never openly shows his desperation but would never turn down an opportunity to be at your mercy.
✧.* thinking about sub!sylus who'd want you to leave him an absolute mess, to destroy him, to momentarily leave him incapable of thinking. (thinking about this is already making me go loco)
✧.* thinking about sub!sylus who'd let you use him for hours on end, for your mere pleasure, and thank you for it.
╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯
i wanna write a sub sylus fic when i got more energy because the absolute mischaracterization of him in his fics is devastating.
“ah! wait- .. nngh! i-i can’t cum anymore mmff!” he cries as you continue to overstimulate him. cum from his previous orgasm is now dripping throughout the sex toy allll the way down to his balls, the slickness being used as lube while he reaches another high.
“yeah..? but you’re taking it so well raf.. mmhm” you giggle menacingly. your free hand is playing with his perky nipples while the other drags the fleshlight up and down his hardened cock. his stomach is heaving, his happy trail glossed in sweat while he attempts to toss and turn due to the intense stimulation.
“fuuuckk- hah..! d-don’t think m’gonna last long y/n.. nnghh!” he whines, abruptly choking on his moans when you lower your head to suck on his nipples. your teeth are slightly grazing the bud, suckling on his swollen areola. “ahh! you taste so sweet cutie, don’t want you to cum justtt yett.. hah” your lips pop off his chest, slowing down your pace, grinding the toy against his base.
“you like it when i tease you like this, huh?” you bite your lip, reeling back the toy only to slowly stroke it around his sensitive tip. “n-no! wanna cum p-pleasee, need it! mmngh..” he moans, trying to thrust his hips further into the fleshlight, begging for more stimulation.
purple strands of hair stick to his sweaty forehead, his eyebrows in a deep frown at the sound of vulgar squelches filling up the room. “m’kay, give it all to me, be a good boy raf.. please?” you seductively whine, the smoothness of your voice setting him off.
“shit! i’m cumming- ah!” he babbles, you’re swiftly lifting the toy off his reddened cock, leaving him to cum untouched. he’s bucking his hips into nothing, white spurts pouring out his slit as it travels down his length and onto his toned stomach. he’s letting out pathetic ‘no’ s and ‘why’ s while he grips onto your wrists.
“you’re so mean..” he whines, looking away bashfully before you grip his face and plant a rough kiss onto his cheek. “don’t be mad at me rafayellll.” you plead, bowing your head into crook of his neck, your reply only being met with pure silence.
eh.. it was worth it !
a/n : i had seen a clip of mc touching all over rafayels stomach in his new memory card so i immediately thought of writing this lol | likes & reblogs are appreciated !!!
The way I want & need to fuck an old man (help @nvllxiety you infected me)
Humiliated and embarrass him by bending him over and breed him as someone younger. He’s just so ashamed to be the bottom when it’s normally the other way around. But god does it feel good, all the shame and pleasure is just too good to not indulge in!
Normally he gets all the respect from you and others, since he has a higher position and more experience, but now he’s whimpering and moaning on your dick, begging you to be more gentle, all while you are whispering dirty names into his ear. That’s so disrespectful, stop it, he might cry… that’d be even more embarrassing no? You wouldn’t want to see an older guy cry would you?— he’s absolutely beautiful when he cries
He isn’t in his best shape anymore, so don’t be so rough! Please be more careful, or you might break him! If you keep going so fast, you’ll blow his back! How could you make an old man like him arch so much? God, and don’t leave so many hickeys, people will think he’s a pervert :(
Expect to hear him complain about his butt and back the next day ♡.
cw / tw: insane reader, jealousy, dubious consent (aka seems like non-con but trust me it’s not I PROMISE), service sub caleb being sexually tortured basically, choking, rough sex, nipple play, restraints, femdom as always, riding, short aftercare,
a/n: can you tell I’m so normal about him? …Yeah <3 don’t come for me it’s just a story its not real, don’t ever fuck someone who acts like these two TRUSTTTT, also just slut caleb out it’s what he wants trust me I’ve literally done his prostate exam, 6k words
reblogs are appreciated as always MWAH
You give a big exasperated sigh, shoving your face into your pillow, and it's met only with an endeared chuckle from the other side of the phone.
Practically hearing Caleb’s smile you give another dramatic sigh. “Don’t fucking laugh at me.” You switch the phone to your other ear and roll onto your back, frowning up at your ceiling, followed by a muttered, “...Jerk.”
He chuckles again, and tries to comfort you, putting on a gentle tone, “I know, I know… It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” But you know him too well, you can tell he feels the same way you do. It’s practically seeping out of his voice.
“Oh, really? I can’t tell.” You reply sarcastically, tilting your head at nobody in your room, imagining the look you’d give him right now. Followed by a defeated sigh. It’s not productive or fair to direct this at him, it’s not his fault exactly. “...Are you still busy with work?”
You hear soft rustling through the phone while he’s talking.
“Mm… yeah, I have to fill in, since another Lieutenant quit.” He seemingly pops something into his mouth and chews as he hums and keeps going, “Everyone’s working more, not just me. Don’t worry…”
“...I’m not wo-”
“General Pipsqueak.”
“...”
“...”
“... I’m hanging up.”
Caleb barks with laughter, you can practically see him shake his head in amusement. He can’t even see you, but you still try to suppress your smile. You can’t help the way the corners of your lips twitch in response to the sound of his laughter.
Neither of you hangs up.
Obviously.
A faint sizzle reaches your ears. He’s probably cooking. Cutlery clinks together faintly in the background of the call. “Are you also coming to the reunion?” He asks, his mouth half full, probably sneaking ingredients as he’s cooking. A habit he never outgrew.
You hum softly in response. Did you really want to see all these people from high school? Sure there are people you missed, friends you haven’t spoken to in a while. But also… others. “...I don’t know… Are you going?” You roll onto your side, letting your gaze run over your own room, pausing at a framed picture of you and Caleb together. Pursed lips slowly curling into a small smile as your gaze softens. You did miss your boyfriend. A little.
“Well… I’d go if you’re going, it seems like it would be fun. But you don’t seem so sure… what’s wrong? Someone my lovely general doesn’t want to see?”
You roll your eyes and shake your head with a smile, bringing the phone closer to your mouth, “I hope you accidentally get cilantro in your dish.”
A dramatic gasp cracks through the phone. “...why… would you even say that to me…?” You can’t help but laugh softly. The sound of his laughter makes you miss him even more now.
“But yeah, I don’t know. I think I’ll go… if you’re coming with me. I don’t want to go alone.” You murmur your reply, a bit absentminded as you think of all the people you’d see and interact with. It’s quiet on the other line for a little while.
“...Of course, let’s go together. You and me.”
“Okay.” You reply in a rare soft tone. Then you perk up as an idea pops into your head, “And we’ll wear like… lowkey matching outfits.” You stand up and shuffle over to your closet, thinking of your own potential outfits and what sort of clothes Caleb owns that would match yours.
“Mhm. Of course.”
You smile in response to his obedience. He really is the sweetest… always going along with your ideas and wishes. “Heehee… I like you like this the most.”
“Oh, You like me?” Caleb teases softly through the phone, probably with a big dumb grin on his face.
You narrow your eyes at the picture in your room. “...I’m hanging up.”
“No wait-”
When you arrive at the location, a lot of people are already there. You greet a few as you pass them by, looking around a bit, trying to spot that familiar tuft of brown hair you know so well… and haven’t seen in a while. You had declined his offer to bring you to the event, you wanted to surprise him with your outfit. But hearing that familiar laughter nearby makes your heart pound a bit faster. Following the sound, some old classmates part slightly to let you squeeze through and you come to see the back of his head.
Next to someone else.
You’re about to call out to him happily when that ‘someone else’ puts her hand on his arm, giggling.
You freeze.
Your heart sinks.
What the… Your eyebrows furrow slightly, even while you’re trying to school your face into a neutral expression. As Caleb laughs he shifts his stance, subtly letting her hand fall from his arm. While he looks around with a tight smile he finally spots you, and gives a big and genuinely excited smile. He walks towards you immediately. You force a smile, still wrestling with your own emotions inside, and also start walking towards him. But when he opens his arms wide and squeezes you into a bear hug, your worries slowly get pushed back into your subconscious. Melting against him slightly, you wrap your own arms around his waist and squeeze strongly, making him give a small strained groan.
During the hug, this mystery woman slowly stalks away. You glance at her out of the corner of your eye. You feel your eye twitch slightly so you blink and quickly look away, opting to just ignore it and instead start snuggling into Caleb’s warm broad chest.
You pull back after a few moments and he gently reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his gaze roam your face. He puts on a sad, nostalgic look, “Wow… you’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.” He suddenly says, with a sad melancholy tone. Rolling your eyes with an amused huff you push him gently. He stumbles back a little and lets his gaze roam over your outfit appreciatively “Hey! Oh wow… look at you… all dolled up. You look amazing!”
Turning up your nose slightly, you declare proudly, “yeah… a doll you can’t afford”, not resisting the smile forming on your lips when his soft chuckle reaches your ears. You grab his hand and squeeze it gently, “We’re matching~” you point to the coordinated colors of your clothes and Caleb follows your finger, nodding when he sees it. “Oh yeah, you said we would lowkey match.”
While you two catch up with your high school buddies, he wraps his arm around your shoulders casually . It’s pretty stuffy in this restaurant they chose, especially since a lot of people accepted the invitation. The staff pushed several tables together for everyone. You lean in further against Caleb, happily chatting with your old friends. You’re glad you came, it’s good to see them all again. And so far the night has been pretty good. You continually push that short gut-wrenching moment down by force.
“Wait, what do you mean?” You sit up, staring at your friend. She nods excitedly.
“Whoa. What! Wait… No way.” You reply, looking between her and her outstretched hand, a big shiny gem shining on her ring finger. As the two of you lean closer to inspect it shortly, you nearly bump heads with Caleb. “Wow…” you absentmindedly knock on the wooden table. Caleb follows. “It’s so pretty! I’m so happy for you!” You squeeze her hand affectionately.
When you let her hand go and she keeps telling you about the proposal and how it happened, a large hand seeks yours out. You cast a short glance at Caleb. Just to make sure he’s alright. He absentmindedly plays with your fingers as you continue to listen and gush with your old friends. You don’t miss the endeared look he shoots your way. He’s so obvious.
The night is a bit colder than expected. Your own thin jacket doesn’t help a lot, so you pull his jacket closer over your body as you stand outside of the restaurant.
You had to get some fresh air, calming your senses as there is too much going on inside. Caleb wanted to come along, but you insisted on going alone. Of course he didn’t let you go without his jacket, shrugging it off immediately. Insisting on it.
“...such a dummy…” you mutter to yourself, pulling the jacket closer with a small tender smile. You sink into a small crouch, right behind the stairs leading out of the restaurant. Maybe this will hide you a bit from the cold winds. You snuggle deeper into his warm jacket with a secret happy grin hidden in your freezing hands.
The door to the restaurant opens. Now instead of a short respite, you get to hear an interesting conversation take place nearby. Faint clicks of a lighter and a big exhale. When you look up from your little hiding spot, you see the faint smoke dissipate into the cold night air. Two people lean against the railing, their backs turned to you. You retract a bit further into yourself, your senses zoning in on the two voices above.
“Isn’t he… like… taken?”
“I have eyes. I can see that.”
“So…”
“I don’t care.”
“Huh?”
“I said I don’t care… How long have they even been together? A few weeks?”
“I don’t know… maybe a month? I mean they always seemed close, though.”
“Exactly. What even is a month.. Like…”
You feel your eye twitch in response. And your hands slowly rise to press over your mouth, subconsciously hiding your breathing. There is no fucking way.
“I mean… you could try, I guess?”
“Yeah, what’s the harm? It’s not like it's illegal to talk to him.”
“True.. Also he was hitting on you! Like why did he try to make you laugh like that?”
“Right?!”
You’ve heard enough.
You stand from your hiding spot slowly, and walk around the staircase. As you start slowly ascending the stairs, not a single word is uttered, not a single glance shot her way. The two women fall silent awkwardly, probably stunned by your sudden appearance. Caught red handed. With a shaky hand and clenched jaw, you open the door into the restaurant, all the chattering spilling out onto the deadly quiet porch. You close it, as softly as you can. As softly as your anger ebbing below the surface allows you to.
Slowly walking back to your seat at the table, Caleb spots you and gives a big smile. “Heyy, pipsqueak.” He, of course, notices the slight change in your demeanor and adjusts his tone accordingly. “What’s wrong?” He starts to stand up but you push him back into his seat. You snake into yours right next to him and sniffle slightly, rubbing your cold hands together. “It’s so cold outside~” And to tease him and to turn the attention away from you, you bring your cold hands dangerously close to his jawline and he squirms away with a surprised laugh and a lighthearted “Hey!”
You narrow your eyes affectionately when he takes your hands in his, subtly saving himself, and trying to warm you up. His larger hands envelop yours with tender love and care.
The jealousy gnaws on your stomach all night, even when you get to his place in Skyhaven. It eats you up from the inside. But you try to push the feeling down. It’s not healthy, you tell yourself.
Even as Caleb sweetly tucks you in with a soft kiss to your temple… the feeling won’t go away. You stay up and toss and turn in your sleep. Huffing slightly in anger you kick the sheets off.
You want to see Caleb.
Caleb awakes from his slumber, but it’s still dark outside. He blinks awake slowly, feeling multiple strange sensations at once. Instinctively he tries to move his hands, but the loud metal clinks on his headboard like a gunshot in the quiet room and pulls his wrists back harshly. He blinks and tries again in his drowsy half-awake state. The metal is unyielding. Furrowing his eyebrows he lets his gaze wander around the room, only softly illuminated by the moonlight above, casting a gentle shine on his room. And you.
…You?
Your weight presses his hips down into his own mattress. Shaking his head gently to wake himself up, he blinks down at you, confused. While he’s blinking at you a few times, you hold his gaze with a quirk of your eyebrow. Then he lets his head fall back into the pillow, muttering sleepily.
“Hey.” You gently slap his cheek. “Don’t fall asleep on me.”
Opening his eyes slowly, his gaze finds yours once more as the sleep lingering on his brain like a weighted blanket slowly lifts, then realization shines in his deep violet eyes. He jolts and squirms, trying once again to get up. The handcuffs don’t let him get too far. His legs shift and he feels a velvety material wrapped around his ankles, keeping his legs spread embarrassingly wide.
You tilt your head at him, observing the way he’s slowly and finally waking up. “Hi~” you greet him sweetly. Your tone is sickly sweet in fact, never a good sign.
He shakes his head again and lifts it, his sleepy gaze finding yours. “Y/n?” He asks hoarsely, his voice raspy and deep from his sleep. He can tell something is wrong. Of course.
Leaning this way and that way, you start to tug off your pyjama shorts, throwing them in his face carelessly. Perhaps a bit harder than necessary. You situate yourself on his hips again, shifting to really feel his still soft dick press right between your folds, against the flimsy fabric covering you. Sighing softly, you experimentally roll your hips, trying to grind against him slowly. His breath hitches in response, surprised. The metal clinks against the headboard again. He shakes his head gently to try and get your pyjama shorts off. He manages to free one eye only. His chest moves noticeably as his breathing starts to deepen. His eye locked on your body on top of his.
“Y/n… what are you-? …Untie me.”
You chuckle breathlessly at his shaky voice, hips stilling for a short moment “...No.”
After giving your curt answer, you go back to grinding on his obviously growing bulge. The soft cotton of his sweatpants feels so good against your skin, you want to feel it more. Bracing your hands on his stomach, you press yourself down a little harder, making his breath stutter in response. He shakes his head a little more, getting your discarded shorts off him finally. The tantalizing view of you on top comes back into view. He feels himself relax slightly at the sight of you.
He helplessly watches your clothed mound rub against him, an annoying amount of layers between you. Barring you from him. The panties you’re wearing were one of his favorites. He’d spotted them a few times when he volunteered to do your laundry. His eyebrows furrow slightly when he sees your core slowly start to soak the fabric covering it. He swallows deeply, his eyes never leaving the growing damp spot. “...Please.”
You pause your sensual ministrations and start to lean forward. And Caleb actually smiles in relief. Only for you to cover his eyes with two hands, leaning your head on top of them. He whines in protest right against your jawline. Your scent envelops his senses, invading his nostrils as he inhales deeply. Fuck. He loves this perfume on you.
The new position doesn’t make it easy to grind on him, but you keep going, breathing softly. “Hah… did you not hear me? I said no.”
Feeling your soft chest pillow against his, feeling your weight pressing him down into the mattress? It’s almost too much. Especially when he feels the heat of your core so close to his throbbing length. Dying to bury itself inside of the invitingly warm sheath. He can’t even touch you, squeeze your lush body above his, caress your sweet spots. To help you get more pleasure. It’s not right.
He should be of use to you.
His hands twitch and tighten into fists. “...Untie me.” He tries again, swallowing deeply, shrouded in darkness from your hands covering his eyes. He feels your hair tickle his skin here and there, making him shiver slightly.
“If you ask again, I’ll leave you here, leaking and tied up.” Your unamused voice reaches his ears, making him swallow nervously. He is treading a fine line between wanting to obey to make you happy and to fulfill his own deep desire to be of service.
“No… please, no. I’m sorry.” He quickly tries to get your forgiveness. He can’t stand you being mad at him, his heart can’t bear it. He presses a few desperate kisses to your jawline blindly. Sighing against your skin when you start moving again. This is bad. It’s really bad for him. Dangerous, even.
Your softened voice now skims right against his ear, “You… You didn't miss me the way I missed you.”
“...Huh?” He breathes out in confusion, the sensation of you practically humping his fully grown erection making his head spin, unable to concentrate.
“You heard me.”
Lifting your hands from his eyes, he blinks at the loss of contact. Now, instead your hands are tugging on his pants, pulling them down shamelessly. The soft cotton slides down his body and reveals his black briefs, his dick noticeably straining against the last layer of fabric. So desperate to be freed. When you run your finger along the length, it twitches against your fingertip in response.
“I… I did! I did miss you. A lot. …What do you mean?” He asks softly, his chest heaving. So desperately trying to concentrate on what’s got you so upset, but your clever fingers playing with his sensitive body don’t help his helpless case at all.
“Not in the way that I missed you, it seems.” You respond coldly, a twinge of sadness peeking through. “So, this is your punishment.” You reach up past his head to tap the handcuffs keeping his wrist adamantly tied to the headboard. “Only good boys get to touch.”
“I’m good!” He protests weakly. “I’m… I’ve been good.” following shortly after, now seemingly unsure. He takes a deep shaky breath. “Did I do something wrong?”
“You tell me.”
“Y/n, please.” He seeks out your gaze, desperate.
“...”
You lift his shirt while sneaking your hand up to his broad chest, circling the areolas of his pecs softly, nails poking into the soft flesh gently here and there. He squirms slightly in response, his breath hitching again. You tug on his right nipple slowly, as it's poking up so invitingly. He arches his back slightly, pushing his chest further into your hands. The way you’re mercilessly playing with his sensitive spots - you’re really upset.
“You didn’t miss me.”
“No! I missed you so much… I wanted to see you so bad.”He starts with a soft and tender tone, trying to sound as genuine as possible. “I was so happy when I saw you.” He is being sincere after all.
You bite your lower lip slightly. The reassurance feels good, soothing the jealous rage storming inside of you. But it’s not enough.
Scooting back, you reach into his briefs and fish out his throbbing length quickly, making his thighs tense in surprise. A surprised noise leaves his lips. He lifts his head and watches, his eyes fixed on your hands. They widen when he sees the same hands pull aside your soaked panties, aligning his member with your entrance. “A-Ah- Y/n?” He stutters out, so excited at the idea of making love, but still confused as to why you’re upset with him.
You observe his face smugly, letting his already leaking head part your folds and run through them, soaking it further with your own essence. His breath hitches again, his chest heaves. Fuck, it’s so hot, so good. He really wants to be inside of you. His eyes remain fixed on his own dick, his heart pounding in his chest. You’re wet already. So wet. Heat pools in his stomach at the feeling, at the erotic sight. At the subtle pride swelling in his chest.
“Hm? You wanna stick it in?” You ask in amusement, lips curling into a teasing smile.
He dares to glance up at your expression, “...Please.”
You don’t move, keeping your gaze on him challengingly.
He racks his worked up brain for a way to appease you. “I… I really did miss you. Please, believe me.” His hands find each other, intertwining as they squeeze slightly.
You waste no time, starting to inch down on his length, hissing in pleasure at the generous girth, stretching your pussy open. Since you’re already soaked, it makes him slide in with surprising ease too. Especially after not doing any foreplay.- Caleb’s favorite way to pass the time.
Caleb’s stuttery breath reaches your ears, his eyes never leaving the place where you intertwine. His eyebrows furrow further, his chest heaving. It really feels incredible. Soft velvety walls wrapped snug around his throbbing length. So warm. So wet. So good. He can’t look away, he doesn’t want to. Even knowing that this erotic sight will be his demise.
You experimentally grind your hips on his, feeling the way his thick member reaches all the places that need to be reached with ease. You grin and throw your head back a little, brushing back your hair. “Haah… I’ve waited so long for this.” Caleb whines helplessly in response to your words. “Feel good?” You ask in amusement, tilting your head curiously at him. Your fingers start dancing up his clenching stomach and up to his chest, tugging at his hardened nipples.
He lets out a high pitched whine, his back arching. Nodding quickly, closing his eyes when he lets his head fall back onto his pillow. Why did you have to look so cute and sexy at the same time, it’s not fair at all. His breathy voice is like music to your ears. “So good. Yes, so good. Fuck, thank you.”
You quirk an eyebrow again. Now he’s even thanking you? How cute.
A loud clank takes your attention away from him and to his wrists, desperately trying to free themselves again. You brace your hands on his chest and hook your feet onto his muscular thighs. The new angle makes you hit your own gspot with ease. Your breath hitches as you start riding him, using him for your own pleasure. Instead of bouncing, you grind. What do you care if he feels good? He’s the one flirting with other women.
Lewd squelching and passionate moans fill his otherwise quiet bedroom in the middle of the night. He just takes it, even if he wishes he could touch you. The desire to hold you, to pleasure you, to help or assist you is too strong. He feels a little useless like this. But… he’s happy to be of use, even like this. Seeing the way you’re using his dick like a real life dildo… he nearly becomes jealous over his own body.
Nothing beats the sight of this. He loves seeing you enjoy yourself. Unashamed in taking what you want from him, whatever you need. He’s happy to provide it, for as long as you’d decide to. Especially if he can remain in this comforting snug hug forever.
The closer you get, the further your pussy constricts around his girth, squeezing him tightly, making his breath stutter desperately. He can’t even reach out to squeeze his own base, to desperately stave off his impending orgasm. All he can do is just take it. Your moans grow a little higher in pitch, become breathier, more arousing. His own testicles tighten up in response to your erotic moans. He has to close his eyes and turn away, the sight of your body undulating on top of him will make him finish too soon. He wants you to feel good for as long as possible.
A hand quickly shoots to his throat, squeezing it slightly, warningly. His eyes shoot open, wide and surprised. His gaze finds yours.
“Don’t fucking look away from me. Am I that-” You bite your own lip. You click your tongue in disappointment and look away, eyebrows furrowed. Droplets of sweat glistening on your temple. A sense of desperation and dread chills him to the bone. Before he can explain, you speak up again.
“...Why did you flirt with her?”
Caleb blinks in confusion. His disadvantaged state becomes even worse when you start bouncing your hips on top of his, taking in his length over and over again. Your gummy walls sucking him in deeper with each thrust, fluttering around him. Fuck. He’s so done for. It feels too good. Lewd slapping of skin fills his ears, the muscles in his body clenching and flexing with each moment he tries to wrench his body under control.
“W-what?” He tries, stuttering out between obscene slapping of skin against skin.
“Huh?” You reply, mockingly. Your hand tightens around his throat.
He gasps. “Ah! Haah… W-who?”
“That woman.” You reply, panting. “At the restaurant.” Teetering on the edge, you furrow your eyebrows and close your eyes tightly. Your hand subconsciously squeezes tighter around his throat, the other coming up to squeeze his pec into your palm. An erotic breathy sigh leaves your plush lips amidst the impromptu interrogation.
His breath hitches as the blood flowing to his brain slowly gets cut off, making him sway. The feeling of your pussy getting even wetter around his length, soaking him in your slick essence doesn’t help at all. You’re dripping so profusely. His vision blurs. Barely being able to spot the white ring forming around the base of his cock, he squeezes his eyes tightly. Blabbering helplessly he goes, “W-wait. Fuck, fuck, wait. Wait! Fuck- I’m… I’m so close, fuck!”
You breathe deeply, trying to remain focused. The pleasure seeps into each limb, making your body tense up slowly, getting ready for the sweet impending release. It feels so good.
But…
Your anger and jealousy don’t let you relax enough.
You groan in frustration as your orgasm slowly moves out of reach. Even if you force your hips to move faster, even if his choked up cries of pleasure reach your ears and make your clit throb. Clenching your jaw you soon start moving slower, pausing as you take a deep shuddery breath.
“Fuck. …Damn it.” You pant, frustrated.
You let go of his throat and dig your nails into his other pec. “Explain… hah… Now.”
He sputters and pants deeply, his entire body shaking as he tries to stop himself from cumming inside of your velvety walls. It’s all he can think about. His mind zeroing in on you and you alone. “W-what… what woman?” He rasps, still confused.
Two fists slam against his chest. Not actually hurting him. But he can tell that you’re very very frustrated and upset, your arms shaking.
“You’re about to piss me the fuck off, Caleb.”
Uh oh. He racks his brain. What woman were you talking about? Who was at the restaurant? He didn’t flirt with anyone-
Oh.
Oh.
“Y/n. Listen to me, please.”
You hold his gaze, clearly hurt.
“I did not flirt with her. I’m not interested in anyone but you. You know that.”
You hold his gaze still, eyebrows furrowing slightly.
“You know that.” He repeats, reassuringly.
“Then why… was she all over you before I arrived. What happened?” You sit up and cross your arms defensively.
What a strange situation to be in. His dick deep inside of you, his arms and legs tied and you were riding him stupid mere moments ago. But you can’t relax until you’ve resolved this issue or misunderstanding.
Deep down, you just want to be reassured.
“I did not flirt with her.” He repeats, trying to seek out your gaze again. “I don’t even remember her name. Trust me. She appeared in that little circle we were in and just tried to talk to me. But I didn’t even- I wasn’t-” He stammers, tumbling over his words as he’s so passionate about trying to make you understand.
“Please untie me. …I want to hold you.”
“No.”
“Y/n.”
“Jerk.”
“Y/n.” He puts on his gentle tone, reassuring and warm. “No one… could ever take me away from you.” He, once again, tries to reach out but his hands are still tied. “...No one.” He repeats sincerely.
Another exasperated sigh leaves your lips. Perhaps you’re being too harsh on him. Maybe… The signs seemed to be there. Him shifting so her arm falls, him immediately coming to you, the way he never even casted another glance her way. Maybe her friend and her were misinterpreting his natural charm and friendly nature. You lie down on top of him, your head on his heaving chest. Listening to the racing heartbeat under your ear makes you feel a little bad for him. He’s so cute.
“Your heart is racing.” You state softly.
“Of course it is. I’m with the person I adore.” He replies with a tender chuckle. He just sees the top of your head now on his chest. A cute sight. But he really wants to hold you. He suppresses a whine.
You give a soft sigh. He’s so silly. So cute. You like him so much.
“I’ll kill you if you flirt with other people.”
“I know.”
“Good.” You take a deep breath and sit up. “Now… where were we?” His relieved expression comes into view and you find yourself smiling in response. Reaching down towards his face, you grab his chin and pull it a little closer, your own lips dangerously close to his. His eyes immediately drop to your lips, fixated. You bring up your other hand to cover his eyes and finally press your lips to his, slowly and sensually. Taking the time to feel the connection between the two of you.
He tries to pour all of his love, devotion and care into the slow move of his lips against yours. He sighs in relief into the kiss. He’s just glad he could mend this misunderstanding. He never wants to be a source of hurt for you.
Inevitably the kiss turns more heated. Tensions rise. You stop covering his eyes and grab his face with two hands, keeping him closer. He obliges, of course. The handcuffs clank against the headboard still. You giggle into the kiss and lean down to put your forehead on his jawline. “Stop trying to get out of your restraints.”
He chuckles with you, leaning his head against yours, his eyes sparkling with love as he presses a soft tender kiss to your bare shoulder. “Why? I’m being wrongfully detained.”
You chuckle again. “I’ll detain you for whatever reason I want.” Smiling, you brush your lips along his jawline, feeling his breath hitch again. You don’t resist the urge to nibble there in the slightest. Putting one hand on his chest, you feel his heart start to pick up the pace further. Pounding against your palm.
“I-is that so?” He stammers, his resolve weakening with every second he feels your mouth on his body, your hand on his chest, and still sheathed inside of the warm snug walls of your entrance.
“Mhm.” Is all you say, slowly moving your open mouthed kisses from his jawline down his neck. His dick twitches inside of you, feeling slightly neglected.
“...Want me to keep going?”
“Fuck, yes. Please.”
So you do. His overly enthusiastic consent spurs you on even more. You sit up, pushing his shirt further up to pool at his collarbone. Resting your hands on his chest. Squeezing his pecs. You hook your feet into his muscular thighs once more and begin to move. Alternating between grinding and bouncing, you find a good steady rhythm. The erotic squelching fills the room again, followed by harmonizing moans of pleasure and deep connection. Your breathing deepens as does his.
He feels his own toes curl, desperately trying not to finish right away. He wants to drag this out as long as possible. So he rasps out a “You can grind, it’s okay. I like it.” Making you tilt your head at him with a smile. “Ha… whatever you say, baby.”
He whines helplessly in response. Calling him pet names? While he’s deep inside of you, being used for your pleasure? “Fuck… you’re so mean.”
You laugh breathlessly in response, and decide to be merciful, grinding in a way that feels best to you. Your chest bounces slightly with each shift of your hips, cheeks flushing from the exertion, your breath deepening. Your hands squeeze his pecs harder as you let your head fall, hips grinding faster and faster. Your clit pressing right into the happy trail. Over and over again. Making your pussy start to constrict harder and harder around his girth. His hand squeeze tightly in the handcuffs, fingers digging into his palms.
His hips start to move too, trying to shift up into you. Even if all of his limbs are tied, he wants to make you feel good. And it rewards him with shuddery sighs and moans that slowly become higher in pitch. Heat pools in his stomach, the sight of you, happy and in pleasure fills him with a deeply seated love and adoration. It’s a heady feeling. Fuck. He adores you.
You chuckle breathlessly, starting to feel your mind zeroing in on your own pleasure. The room around you starts to fade in and out of your awareness. “Hah… trying to help?” Caleb nods desperately. “Too bad.”
You reach down and start to circle your own clit, making his heart throb desperately. His hands twitch. But he’s defenseless against the way your pussy starts to flutter around his length immediately. His feet shift in the sheets, as much as they can, and his body starts to squirm. The familiar tingle on his spine makes him freeze up, gasping softly. “Fuck! I’m- I’m close. It’s… fuck, it’s coming!” Followed by a helpless whimper.
You feel his dick twitch helplessly in your walls and you circle your clit at a steady pace, your hips undulating on top of his faster. You squeeze his pec with your other hand tightly, teetering on the edge now.
Then you feel him let out a long helpless groan while he cums. The feeling of the hot spurts of his come within you, the circling of your own clit, and the feeling of his length bumping against your gspot all make you tense up. Creaming around his length as your pussy flutters rhythmically. Loud shuddery sighs and moans leave your trembling lips. Caleb whimpers helplessly in response, his sensitive dick getting cornered in your walls, spurting weakly the last of his release.
You shudder after the waves of pleasure come and go. Afterwards you flop down unceremoniously onto his chest, making him groan in surprise. Only exhausted but happy panting fills the room now. Caleb speaks up first. “I love you.”
You answer with a happy hum, still catching your breath. “Hm… I love you too.” You lift your head and gently wipe at his sweaty face with an affectionate smile, your fingertips softly swiping along his face. His eyes don’t leave yours, deep abiding devotion shining in them. “Are we okay?” He asks carefully, hopefully.
You hum affirmatively and lean in to press a short peck to his plush lips. “Seems like it was just a little misunderstanding.” He sighs in relief.
Then his smile transforms into a mischievous smirk, “Well… maybe I need to create more misunderstandings in the future, if I get to experience this again.”
You pinch his nose and laugh breathlessly. “I’ll kill you dead where you stand.”
oh wtf why did i just discover this????? FUCK YOU TUMBLR GATEKEEPING AHH BITCH ANYWAY
lord LORDDD LORDDDDDD HEAVENSSSSSS THE WAY I HAF TO PUT DOWN MY PHONE STARE AT THE CEILING THEN STAND UP AND TOOK A LAP IN MY ROOM BCS I CANT OH I CANT
i just realized some people hate selfship???? fym "THEY DO NOT LIKE YOU EW"???????? i just know this kind of people are so insecure they feel the need to hate on others who selfship themselves with the characters and mind you ; without bothering anyone at that🧍♂️
CALEBBBBBBBB MY MAN MY LOVE MY SOUL MY LIFE HE FINALLY BACK BITCH DO NOT BRING THAT MAN NEAR ME I WILL RIDE HIM TILL HE'S SHAKING AND I AINT GONNA STOP HE AINT EVER GETTING OUT OF THE ROOM IM LOCKING HIM UP FOREVERRRRRRRRRR
