Kept thinking of this last night.
The withdrawls r getting to me...
CalebMc/reader mutual masturbation. Just before he cums, he shuffles closer. Puts himself between your spread trembling thighs and pushes your slick hand away. Evol rearing up and pining your wrists to the rumpled sheets, you're whining at the loss of stimulation, hips helpless grinding as he uses one hand to spread your cunt. The hand he's got wrapped around himself strokes fast as he whimpers helplessly “Ge…” you plead, breathless and dizzy when his tip presses against your entrance. He doesn't move, not an inch, just close enough for… “Ah—” there.
He cums there, making a creamy mess right on you. You feel the sticky warmth spill onto you, a bit gets into your cunt and the rest acts as lubricant to ease his rutting against you. Caleb grips your thighs hard, forces them to squeeze shut and hooks them over his shoulder while he fucks your thighs without a thought. “Yeah?” he sighs, blunt nails digging into your skin. Every thrust catches your clit, drags friction over the little nub and it pushes you over. He rambling something over you, stringing together a slur of moans that start with your name and end with praises about how cute you look, that you feel so good for him and “Gege’s gonna make you cum again…’s a promise. You gonna come yea?”
I hate to say this and I might delete the post once I get my answer but
Have anyone knew about the 3d nsfw animation of Caleb xia and mc😔.
I accidentally deleted all my history now I'm in hysteria cause I forgot to follow and like. I can't find them and if anyone knew, pls share the link through my message. Thank you 🍎
grinding on caleb's bulge, giggling at his pretty face as it turns redder and redder...heehee
he's begging you to take his pants of already, but you're enjoying dryhumping him too much at the moment and want to engrave the face he's making into your brain
"fuck...i can't-"
not even 3 minutes in and he had already came inside his underwear, his face flushed from embarrassment and arousal as whines escape his damp lips
you kiss his cheek and tell him what a good boy he is <3
your first time with caleb was a total disaster; he had already "studied" what to do, but he was so nervous that you had to take the lead—both of you blushing furiously.
it only took a few minutes for you two to find your rhythm, but since you’re both such a pair of goofballs, things got messy: caleb’s nose started bleeding while he was still inside you. you tried to wipe the blood away, but only made more of a mess, smearing the blood all over his lips and chin, all while he was sobbing.
"hey! if you don't hold still, we're just going to make a bigger mess," you said, trying to calm the situation down.
"o-okay," caleb said, trying to stifle his sobs; you tried not to smile at how pathetic yet adorable he looked.
Caleb taking care of his meimei after catching a glimpse of her cute panties. He is not stopping until her panties are soaking wet with her juices and his cum 💔
this picture always reminds me of calebmc's size difference like woaw. his arms look fucking huge next to her arms omg !!!! he literally has enough strength to pick me up and fuck me σ(≧ω≦*) !!!!
Description: Goading Caleb into calling you Jiejie. Even if not by much, you’re older than him, after all.
WC: 3.5k
So...um...yeah, no plot. (TW: Gege/Jiejie usage) This is for my baby apples who are older than Caleb &/or aren’t but want him to call you Jiejie anyway—teehee. Enjoy, MWAH!
- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)
Starting as a coaxing coo, palming his clothed length with your hand in slow strokes during, “Go on…” eventually your voice develops an edge, “say it.”
“Ngh—mm-mm…” Caleb shakes his head side to side desperately, swallowing harshly with rapid blinks when he peers back down at you, his next word coming out like it’s meant for himself—not you, “W-won’t—” His knuckles start to turn white the harder he grips the desk he’s leaning against.
“Oh,” you smile, “but...you will.” Letting your fingertips trail up his length to the head of his cock, vehemently restrained and tugging against his briefs, you swipe only the very tip of your index finger on his head, feeling a warm, wet patch against the cotton. As he’s whining, staring at your slow, torturous finger that’s now making a teasing circle, “Come on, go ahead.”
“Mmm, f-fuck…you’re not even—” his eyes meet yours again, which have been trained on him from the start, wicked and ill-intentioned, “hah, ngh—a full year—”
You hum warmly, interrupting him as you let your finger slip from his tip and trace a line back down to the base of his cock, “Still counts, doesn’t it?”
“Mmm,” his brows knit deeply, another firm gulp occurring in his throat, paired with an occasional buck from his hips toward your hand, “oh my god, p-please, I-I—”
“Hm, I don’t think so…” Down on your knees as you have been, you lean in closer, as if you’re speaking directly to his cock before meeting his eyes again, “You know what I wanna hear.”
You grin at him, watching his built chest rise and fall, quickly but simultaneously deeply, “…Jiejie, please…” Getting what you long for is like soothing and melodic music to your ears; it’s too easy to get him to crack…but man oh man, is it fun—too fun. Still palming him, it gives you time to appreciate the bright flush stretching from his cheeks to his ears, down his neck, even his chest…
“I’m so hard, ngh—” his voice becomes increasingly desperate, “s-so fucking hard, j-just—”
Cutting him some slack due to his inability to finish his sentence, you moan quietly when feeling his cock twitch—jump—under your hand, “Mm, that’s a good boy.”
Slowly, you let your fingertips hook beneath the band of his briefs—his breath immediately hitches, and the sound allows you an additional wicked grin. “So good for me, hm?” He nods pathetically, almost gasping, not even looking at you directly, his eyes fixed on your hands and the slow pull of his briefs outward and down—the glistening head of his cock, slick with precum, finally hitting the air.
He gasps properly now, “F-fuck—”
You make your own sound, somewhere between an appreciative hum and a breathy moan, “Mmm—just look at you…”
“Mhm—” Slow—really slow—in your movements, you haven’t even pulled his briefs completely off yet. His voice is quiet and pleading; his desperation and the sight of his length sending a throb straight to your cunt, “P-please—h-holy shit—” He would never admit it, but he was fearing—badly so—that he was soon to burst from the night’s prolonged teasing.
You can’t help but suck your bottom lip between your teeth when he’s finally, and completely, free, a gentle bob in his weighty cock—practically staring you down. After pressing a feather-light kiss to his slick tip, “You wanna cum in Jiejie’s mouth, hm?”
You smile up at him again, relishing in his vigorous nod, “Y-yes, oh my god, yes. S’bad, p-please—”
“Mm, I’ll reward you for being so good.” You lick a smooth, long stripe up your palm, eliciting an instant and anticipatory throaty groan from him. Setting a deliberate pace, you cautiously wrap your hand around his base, scooting closer and lifting up slightly with your quads until you’re sitting on your heels.
With his jaw alternating between slack and clenched, you start with slow strokes, hardly reaching the halfway point of his cock, “T-thank you, thank y-you…than—” Silencing his repetitious thanks instantly, you carefully wrap your lips around his tip, “Oh, h-holy fuck—”
You can’t not giggle in the form of a small reverberation from your throat, your tongue meeting the underside of the head of his cock as you glide over him to take more, “Mmhm…”
Knowing you’re flippant and very well may stop just to fuck with him, his hands cautiously come off the desk, slowly brushing some hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ears, “S’fuckin’ pretty…my cock s-stretching your mouth open…n-ngh, f-fuck…”
To his surprise, the praise only makes you take more of him, your hand moving a bit faster as it works to meet your mouth in the middle, “M-my god, y-you…your tongue i-is—it’s fuckin’ p-perfect—mmph!”
You sigh a quiet hum against his velvety skin, an originally slow warming of your core now burning. You watch him carefully, drinking in the flex of his taut abs, clenching seemingly each and every time your tongue glides and caresses the underside of his length. With each push, pull, and bob of your head—forward and back—your hand matches the rhythm, a bit of spit now pooling at the corners of your mouth.
“S’good…so, so, so—” his head collapses back momentarily, an attempt to collect and control himself before snapping back up, practically gasping for air that only seems to escape him, “so fuckin’ good—nngh—the b-best…” His thumbs delicately swipe over your cheeks, enjoying the sight of his thick length filling your mouth, your lips tightly wrapped around him.
When he presses into one of your cheeks with his thumb, you give him a look—a subtle warning, but he only grins, “I’m still—hah, mmm—s-shit, I’m still y-your Gege, hm?”
You release a subtle moan against his cock, slowly pulling your mouth off him but allowing your hand to still work him, “Yes. Yes, you are.” He moans openly to your confirmation, his eyes never leaving yours as you also utter the moans he longs to hear.
“Now…” you slow the stroke of your hand, “be a good boy for Jiejie...and cum—” stopping somewhere in the middle of his impressive length, you jut your tongue out, staring up at him as you tap the head of his cock against your tongue and between words, “…right…here…”
His voice is almost a chuckle—almost, “Oh, y-you’re so—” he gaps loudly, shuttering, when you deliberately grind the base of your tongue against his frenulum, his hips bucking forward, eyes fixed on your inviting mouth—swollen and flushed lips—and the head of his cock running back and forth over your tongue, “Fuck—! Nngh!” Staying as you are, you release a restrained moan when a hot, thick rope of his cum shoots and spreads across your tongue, gliding down and into your throat. Hardly—but still—swiping your tongue, your hand moves faster, reaching just below the head of cock as you jerk him off into your mouth.
The look on his face and the whimpers mixed with guttural groans send repeated throbs through your cunt, your clit practically twitching to each beautiful sound he makes, “Fuuuck, oh m-my god, y-you—” He can’t form proper sentences, each rope of his delicious cum he gives you ending them and forcing him to start another, “P-perfect, y-you’re—” By then, your eyes are mutually locked, a glimmer of satisfaction resounding in yours, “S’good—pips, fuck me—h-holy—so, so, so—ngh!”
Swallowing along the way, more than once, “W-wait—wait—mmm—h-hold on—” You know what he wants. Residual cum in your mouth, your hand still gripped on his cock, you let what’s left spill partially over your bottom lip. He’s quick to catch it before it can drip, using his thumb to spread it across and over your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth, “Fuuck, look at that—” Your lips wrap around his thumb, sucking softly while the pad of his thumb rubs over your tongue, pushing down slightly, “S’fuckin’ pretty…”
Suddenly lacking your bravado of control, you moan around his thumb, the noise sounding louder when he pops his digit out of your mouth, leaving you to happily swallow again—whatever, and all, of what’s left. When you finally release his cock from your hand, he’s pushing off the desk and bending down to quickly hook his hands under your armpits and yank you off the floor, “Kiss m-me—kiss me right fuckin’ now.”
Wasting not a spilt second, you’re throwing your arms around his neck, your mouths quick to connect—tongues first, “Mmph—nngh—” The sounds you make match, a gentle hum as you both cock your heads in opposite directions, exploring the warmth, pace, and taste of each other—the taste of him.
With a strand of saliva that snaps between your lips as you both pull away, “Mm—fuckin’ hell—you w-wreck me…” You grin, leaning in to kiss him again, but he tips back, his arms tightening around you, “You have no idea...” but you force it, crashing down onto him again. This leaves him only with the option to speak between wet, desperate kisses, “Wanna…need to—mm, ngh—make you cum.” You just keep coming back, “Let me…taste you…nngh…need it…s’fuckin’…badly.” You don’t stop kissing him—you can’t, it’s too addicting.
You gasp into his mouth when both of his hands clamp onto your waist like a vice, lifting you straight off the ground, “C’mere,” turning around to place you onto the desk he was just “sitting” on.
You release a surprised giggle, “Ah! H-hey—!” You’re actually properly sitting with the way he places you. Already completely naked, that makes the next series of actions easier—much easier.
He shakes his head softly, his eyes dark, “Mm-mm.” Leaning into your neck, his teeth sink into your skin before he speaks in a low tone, “You got what you wanted. My turn.” Tired of waiting, he parts from your body and drops to his knees with a thud.
“Oh,” you try your damnedest not to let your voice falter as he places one of your thighs at a time over his shoulders, “so, you didn’t want what you just got, is that it?”
Palming—massaging—your quads in his hands, his eyes are fixed on your dripping wet cunt, a moan escaping his throat at the sight of how wet making him cum got you, “…Didn’t say that.”
Sputtering from the look in his eyes when he gazes back up at you, hair messy and clinging to his forehead, “Hm—sure s-sounded like—” He looks away again and you’re cut off by his mouth immediately engulfing you, a warm caress of his lips at the top of you curvature, his tongue following soon after to part your slit, “Oh my god—C-Caleb—”
Panting, he shakes his head, placing sloppy, reckless kisses to your slit before speaking, “Uh-uh—Gege.” You can’t respond before his tongue is back on you, swiping at your clit, a gentle massage with the rounded and center base of his tongue.
Just as he did, you grip the desk, “S-shit—your tongue—”
“Mhm—” He’s, in effect, making out with your cunt, a shaky hum sounding with each kiss, lick, and suck. Pulling away partially, he licks a slow stripe up the length of your messy slit, his eyes landing on yours when the tip of his tongue meets your clit, “Say it, or I’ll stop.”
With a quiet but mocking laugh, “Is this y-your revenge, hm? Punishment for Jiejie?”
He raises his brows in defiance, leaning away, “Fine—”
You sit up a bit, “Okay—okay! So needy, hm, Gege?” Reaching out with one hand to lace your fingers into the hair at the back of his head, you pull him forward again, “Don’t pout, c’mere.” Alongside your guidance, he gets closer, his eyes flicking between yours and your wet cunt directly in front of his face, “Mhm—closer.” He groans when your grip tightens, “Good boy.” He can’t refrain from kissing your slit again, earning a hum from you before you speak again, “Gege, will you pleeease make me cum?” When he looks up at you, you’re sure to play up your appreciative whine, “You’re sooo good at it. The best.”
He groans deeply, his eyes not knowing where to land. Your warm eyes? Your heaving breasts? Or, your inviting, dripping cunt? Wet for him, and him only. He swallows harshly, “Now you’re just taunting me...”
You gently shake your head, “Mm-mm.” Moving your one hand temporarily, you rake both of your hands through his hair, a light tug as you lace your fingers through it, prompting him to look up at you properly, “I mean it.” You watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallows again, his eyes overtly soft—nearly pleading, “No one can make me feel like you do, Gege.” When you say those words, a quiet whimper escapes him. “I can see how bad you want it...” Using his hair, you pull him closer, “So…just take it, hm?”
With his eyes fixed back on your cunt, he hardly nods, possessed and driven to move closer—and closer. He does want it—badly. You gasp when his tongue gently meets your clit. “That’s it…” with each quiet whimper from you, he goes the slightest bit faster, his tongue a smooth, gentle lap, “g-good boy.”
His hands return to your thighs, squeezing the muscle under his wide palms, seeming to—if anything—push and nudge your thighs to close in around his head, “O-oh my god, mhm—s-see? Why would Jiejie lie?” He hums a satisfied groan, the vibrations from his pleased vocalizations making you twitch, “S’good—the absolute b-best—nngh—” you release a sharp whine followed by a gasp when his lips form a tight circle over your clit, applying a light vacuumed pressure as he sucks, “mmph!”
After the sound of low suckle stops, he pops his mouth off of you with a gasp. In between light kitten licks to your clit, “Fuck—taste s’good—mmm—” he can’t help but press the whole of his mouth back against you, grinding his tongue on your clit just to hear you moan again before speaking further, “want you…to…cum…” He resumes a consistent pace, needing the sound of you moaning to flood his ears...more than he needs absolutely anything else.
“Oh m-my god, mhm, just like that—ngh!” Despite your words, he stops suddenly, leaving you wholly desperate and panting loudly—your chest heaving dramatically. “H-hey—!”
Maybe he does want revenge. Just a little bit, is all...
He looks up at you with a wicked grin, his lips and chin glistening and slick, “Such a good girl.” Letting one of his hands leave your thighs, he swipes his thumb as delicately as he’s able over your clit, slowly and repeatedly in a short up and down motion, “Are you gonna cum for Gege?”
“Y-yes, yes—!” He grins once more, pressing his lips into your inner thigh, “F-fuckin’ shit…Gege, keep going—p-please…”
He hums into your thigh before biting your flesh, hard, “That’s more like it, hm?”
“Please, p-please, your m-mouth feels s’fuckin’ good— I-I—”
His voice is low, warm breath washing over you but partially blocked by his thumb, “One more time, Jiejie.”
“Gege, please—make me cum—I w-want—” You’re gasping as his thumb leaves you, replaced by his mouth hungrily back on you—sparing little time in sucking your clit. Your voice is a sharp whine, near a shriek, “Fuuck—f-fuck!”
See? Just a little bit...
Glossed over by the sounds of your pleasure, you swear you hear him laugh against you—well, you’re at least sure you feel it, a low vibration against your clit when he switches back to a deliberate grind with his tongue. “S-shit—shit, m’gonna, m’gonna—!” Determined for him not to go anywhere, your fingers thread through his hair again, pulling him as close as he can possibly get to your cunt. With the same exact—if not stronger—determination as you, his hands grip your thighs bruisingly, he himself humming and groaning as you fall apart on his tongue.
As he’s caught between your legs, you twitch—nearly kick—your feet pressing into his broad back as he works you through each lasting sensation. “Caleb—C-Caleb, oh m-my fucking god! S-slow down—slow dow—f-fuck! It’s s-s’good—I c-can’t—I ca—” As your voice peters out into nothing but whiny moans, he shakes his head “no” to the extent he’s able between your squeezing thighs, only holding you tighter as he wraps his lips to suck again, “Ah! Hah, nngh, fuck!”
Eyes closed, he sounds completely animalistic below you, working, and working quickly, to bring you to a second cascading orgasm—more intense than the last. “Gege—mmph! H-holy shit, stop, s-stop—oh my—” he doesn’t stop, “nngh!”
Okay, maybe more than just a little bit...
Eventually unsure of the count of your end—or ends, rather—he doesn’t stop until you’re yanking his hair hard enough to pull him off of you, the lower half of his face soaked. Trembling on the desk—just about ready to fold forward—he’s nudging your thighs off his shoulders, standing up in a rush, and wedging his hips between your legs, wrapping your legs around him in the process.
“You sound...” he grips your chin harshly with his index finger and thumb, “s’fuckin’ perfect when you cum.” He crashes his lips onto yours, speaking between hot, wet, and broken kisses—the taste of you permeating in both of your mouths, “When you…cum…for Gege…hm?”
“Y-yes—” Before you can continue, you’re gasping to the feeling of his painfully hard cock grinding against your drenched slit, “Oh m-my god—” Between more sloppy kisses, “So hard—a-already, hm? Didn’t I just—”
He sounds almost irritated, having had enough with your brattiness all damn day, “Fucking duh, ’course I am—mmm—f-fuck—love makin’ you cum.” Peeling his mouth from yours, he leans back just enough, taking his cock in his hand to drag it up and down the length of your parted slit, particular in rubbing his tip against your swollen clit until you whimper.
“F-fuck, Gege—put it in—r-right now.” You latch onto his moving forearm, using your other hand to grip his opposite bicep, “I n-need to feel you.”
Ripping his eyes away from the beautiful sight of teasing you, he’s grinning when he looks at you, his cock under his control not stopping, “Look who’s desperate now, hm?”
You sink your nails into his skin further, awaiting—and receiving—a welcomed hiss from him, “Shut up and fuck me, would you?”
He tsks, tapping the head of his cock against your clit, “So bossy, Jiejie.”
Biting back a moan, your eyes switching from his cock to his amused expression, “You—ngh—l-like it.”
“Mmhm, I really—ngh—” he runs his tip back down to your entrance, slowly pushing into you, “mmm...really fucking do...” You share the same relieved moan, adjusting under the pressure of one another—sure to hold onto each other as tightly as you’re able.
As he sinks, you both watch his cock disappear into you, “Mmph! M-more, more, s-so—nngh!”
When you both look away from the closing distance, his forehead presses against yours, “Jiejie, your pussy feels amazing—p-perfect—s’perfect…”
You smile, struggling to hold the expression and to speak through a series of broken moans when he starts to intentionally thrust into your aching cunt, “T-thought you didn’t w-wanna call me—”
His voice carries a specific grit, his hips snapping forward to fill you completely, “Quiet—” but that grit is lost as he feels your walls squeeze, pulse, and hug around him—as he listens to you moan loudly for him, “mm—h-holy fuck—” You allow both of your hands to come around his shoulders, your nails sinking, scratching at his soft skin.
Holding you close, he nuzzles his face into your neck, his hands gripping your hips to scoot you closer to the desk’s edge—or, better yet, further onto his cock, the torque of his hips only getting faster and faster with each gasping second shared between the both of you. “S-shit, yes, y-yes! Mmhm, right t-there—!” He groans into your neck, biting you again, “Gege, don’t f-fuckin’ stop—ngh!”
Growling into your neck, “Thaaat’s it.” You cling desperately to him, moaning—mewling—at each instance of the head of his cock pressing into your G-spot with repetitive intensity, “Much better, pips. Goood fuckin’ girl for me, huh?” One of his hands leaves your hip, gripping the hair at the nape of your neck and craning your head to the side. With easier access to your ear, his voice is a harsh and close whisper, “Want Gege to fill you up...again, hm?”
“Yes—y-yes, oh my god—I need y-your cum—all of i-it, all of it, a-all—” Interrupting you, he laughs at your stuttering—at your eager and repetitive desperation for him.
“Don’t worry, Jiejie…Gege will give you everything you want...”
during sex, you’re so loud that caleb can’t help but laugh; feeling self-conscious, you simply lower your head while trying not to make any more noise. to cheer you up, caleb starts imitating your moans, and, even more embarrassed, you smack his arm.
"stop it! i’m leaving!" you say, blushing.
he just laughs. "i’d like to see you try." and thrust you more quickly.
