#lnds mc

[bibbysstuff]

[luvyizhou]

18+ mdni | grinding on xavier’s bulge….save me…

TW. dryhumping, teasing, fem reader, piv

i think xavier would be really into just grinding through clothes—like sometimes he prefers it over actual sex. there’s something so tantalizing about how desperate you get for him even when he’s not technically touching you.

you fit together perfectly, the outline of his cock sliding between your clothed pussy lips with ease. he’d start with slow movements, testing which pressure you whined at the most. even through the layers of fabric, you could still feel his thick cock twitch with every movement, the way he’d groan into your ear and squeeze your thighs hard enough to bruise making your legs wrap around his back.

he got off to how small you were compared to him, the sight of his bulge completely spreading your clothed cunt open making him wanna take you then and there. still, he’d continue to tease you until you were on the verge of tears.

“you feel so good, star”

“look how wet you are, my girl’s so needy isn’t she?”

“so small under me, can barely take me like this, hm?”

sometimes he’d let you flip him over and ride him like this too, the slick seeping past the fabric of your panties soaking his boxers, making them neatly translucent. it took his breath away to see how needy you could get, crying and begging him to fuck you already but still humping against him like a dog in heat.

your tits bounced in his face every time you rubbed against his length, the sight making his cock swell with want. sometimes you focused just on his tip, rubbing it on your clit and nearly cumming the second xavier began to moan from it. at that point he’d begin fucking into you from below, both of you still clothed but deciding to forego the removal of your clothes to finally reach the edge you’d been chasing.

he always made you finish first, the sight of you spasming above him was what would throw him over the edge. as a thick pool of cum began to seep through his boxers, he’d pull his still hard cock out and move your panties to the side, both of you moaning from the overstimulation as he finally gave you what you’d been begging for.

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[lvl1l1]

sylus has never pretended to be anything other than a shameless pervert when it comes to you. the moment you’re out of sight, mission, girls’ night, even just a long shower, he’s already reaching for his phone like it’s muscle memory. the “private” folder (named something innocuous like “reports” because he’s not an idiot) is stuffed: sneaky shots from galas where your dress slipped just right, mirror selfies you sent “accidentally” with too much cleavage, blurry candids he took while you were asleep in his bed, hair across your face, lips parted, looking so soft and wrecked from the night before it makes his teeth ache.

he scrolls slow when he’s alone. sprawls on black silk sheets, pants shoved to mid thigh, cock already thick and leaking against his stomach. picks a favourite, usually one where you’re looking straight at the camera, eyes half lidded, that tiny knowing smirk you get when you catch him staring. he wraps his fist around himself, slow drags from base to tip, thumb smearing precome over the head while he stares at your mouth and remembers exactly how it felt wrapped around him last time.

“fuck, kitten,” he mutters to the empty room. hips twitching up into his hand. “look at you… teasing me even when you’re not here.”

he edges for a while, long, punishing strokes that make his abs flex and his breath hitch until he’s dripping steadily, balls tight, thighs shaking. that’s when he hits record.

the video starts with his low, wrecked chuckle. camera angled down so you get the full view: his big hand wrapped around his flushed cock, veins standing out, slick shining in the low light. his slow pumps. he groans your name like a curse, long and drawn out, then tilts the phone so you can see his face too: red eyes dark and glassy, silver hair falling into them, lips parted on a ragged breath.

“this is what you do to me,” he rasps. voice velvet gravel. “just thinking about that little black dress you wore last week. the way your thighs looked when you crossed them. fuck- i’m so hard it hurts, baby. wish you were here to sit on it. ride me slow until i’m begging.”

he speeds up. wet sounds fill the audio, it’s obscene, slick, the sound unmistakable. his head tips back, throat exposed, a bead of sweat tracks down his neck.

“gonna come thinking about filling you up again,” he growls. “gonna paint your pretty cunt with it. mark you so deep you feel me for days. fuck- look what you turned me into. a fucking mess. all because of you.”

he comes hard, back arching, low guttural groan ripping out of him, thick ropes spilling over his fist, dripping down his knuckles, streaking his abs. he milks it out slowly, every last pulse, camera catching the way his cock twitches and leaks even after. heavy breathing. then he brings the phone closer. smirks lazily through the haze.

“miss you, kitten,” he murmurs. voice wrecked but soft now. “come home soon. or i’ll have to send another one. and the next one won’t be as polite.”

sends it, not even a second of hesitation, then he flops back, chest heaving, cock still half hard against his thigh.

ten seconds later his phone buzzes with your reply.

his grin is feral, already reaching for it again.

[meanhamster]

Camping With Your Caleb <3

Summary: Caleb decides to take you away for an entire weekend in the mountains. Prepare to be his pampered princess <3

Content Tags: NSFW! Tender-lovin' tent sex; panty sucking; pathetic, lover boy Caleb; Whimpering; pleading, Oral Sex, m&f; Cowgirl; So.Many.Hickies; Mentions of touching grass (fictional). Reader is implied female, other than that, no descriptors used.

From Hammy: Holy moly! This thing got away from me. We're looking at 6,874 words, with nearly half of it being the most filthy smut I've ever written. Enjoy responsibly. Hammy is not responsible for any personal injuries that may occur after reading...

It was finally the weekend.

Lately you felt like you were barely holding it together, only able to count down the hours until you could see Caleb again. Work had been particularly brutal for both of you lately, which meant you were surviving on late night video calls and text messages.

Now, though, you could hardly remember your misery. Not with the top off the Jeep that Caleb had rented and the wind roaring in your ears.

The city and all its worries were far behind you now. There were only trees blurring together as you passed them while lazily winding up the side of a mountain.

You took a moment to glance over, marveling at how good Caleb looked like this. The sun poured over him, glinting off his aviators as he drove—one hand on the steering wheel while the other held yours tightly.

He looked so relaxed, even threw a cheeky smile at you to let you know he was enjoying the view as much as you were.

Eventually the pavement ended, giving way to abandoned logging roads that twisted through old forests. The Jeep lurched over a rut, hard enough to knock you back against your seat. A startled laugh burst out of you before you could stop it.

Caleb glanced over, his eyebrows and corner of his mouth lifting,

“You alright over there?” The Jeep hit a pothole and rattled the cab, bouncing you against your seatbelt.

“Fantastic,” you giggled, “this is so luxurious!” He laughed—the sweet, boyish sound of it nearly swallowed by the tires crunching over gravel and the wind whipping around you.

His hand held yours a little more tightly, lifting it to his mouth to press a kiss into your knuckles.

Dust billowed up and swirled around you in golden clouds while the trees grew thicker, casting shadows across the road the deeper you went. For awhile you were both content exploring, taking in the scenery as you went.

Eventually he slowed and pulled off at a rocky outcrop. You were near the top of the mountain where you could see the valley below you stretch for miles, dappled in shades of green mingling with the turquoise river.

“Wow…” You breathed, climbing out of the dusty Jeep to admire the view.

“Will this spot do?” Caleb asked, stretching his stiff limbs out as he stood and walked over to you.

“I think so.” You gave him a look—the one you always gave him when you were promised some mischief to get into.

Caleb’s mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile. He would never admit how much he adored that wicked little look, even though he knew it probably spelled trouble for him at some point.

In typical Caleb fashion he insisted on all the heavy lifting, setting up the camp site quickly while you drifted in and out of his reach, fussing over arranging your sleeping bags and hanging string lights. Between the two of you the campsite came together quickly.

“We make a pretty good team,” he remarked, clapping the dust from his hands as you both stood back to admire your work. You leaned into his side, taking in the little patch of wilderness you had claimed and made your own. Something about the way your sleeping bags laid next to each other in your little orange tent made your heart flutter, but you stuffed the feeling down before it could make you misty-eyed.

“A team? You hardly let me do anything.” You whined and he chuckled like he always did when you got petulant.

“Feeling hungry yet? I can get started on dinner…” He offered in penance, wrapping his arms around you waist.

You shook you head, wrapping your arms around his neck in return.

“I wanna go down that trail and dip my toes in the river,” you sighed, “it’s so hot.”

Caleb nuzzled your hair, pulling your warm scent in through his nose. He could smell the heat lingering on your scalp, the sweat dampening your skin and hair, then squeezed you once before letting you go.

“Grab your pack then, pipsqueak. It’s a long hike down.”

You abandoned your shoes almost immediately after setting off, opting to feel the cool dirt press into your bare soles. Caleb scrunched up his nose at the thought of you dirtying your feet, but didn’t argue when you shoved the shoes into his hand to carry.

The air smelled sweet and green, and the further you went, the cooler it got. You didn’t really need conversation to keep you company, having him next to you was enough, filling in the empty space that ached so badly all week.

The silence suited him just fine too. After all, the opportunity to observe you closely without getting caught rarely presented itself these days, and he could watch you like this for hours—softly transfixed by every little detail.

He watched the breeze lift loose strands of hair off your face, watched the way you stooped to look at an interesting bug or pick up a pretty stone—secretly smiling to himself when you stuffed it in your pocket, eager to test its smoothness on the river’s surface.

Your collection grew as you continued down the trail, until your hands were full of smooth, pretty treasures. Eventually, Caleb caved and tucked your shoes in his pack, freeing his hands up to help you carry them. You giggled in delight, filling his hands and pockets with stones.

He suffered it with a hopeless little sigh because how could he ever deny you?

You could smell the river getting closer as you moseyed down the trail—cold and wet and faintly fishy.

You looked back at Caleb, who was still weighed down with your rock collection.

He immediately caught that look in your eyes, that devious little glint as you smiled back at him. And he could only sigh when you suddenly took off giggling, darting into the trees and out of his line of sight.

“Where do you think you’re goin’?” he called after you, already jogging to catch up.

He decided he could humor you—let you think that you could run away from him for a minute or two. He listened carefully for your footsteps hitting the ground, the frantic rustle of underbrush, and finally, a triumphant splash as you hit the water.

Caleb broke into a sprint, bursting through the tree line just in time to see you calf-deep in turquoise water, laughing wildly as you frantically waded deeper.

For a split second you thought he might actually let you escape…

That is, until he dumped his pack at the shore next to yours, already grinning in anticipation.

You didn’t even have time to mourn your poor rock collection as it clattered out onto the shore.

“If you’ve got an escape plan, you better use it!” He called before barreling into the river.

You shrieked, trying to run, but the water was already up to your thighs and you could barely manage to keep upright much less cover any ground.

Water exploded around his legs as he charged, doing absolutely nothing to slow him down. You accepted your fate, squeezing your eyes shut and bracing for impact as he closed in—bursting into laughter as his arms caught you around the middle and squeezed you.

His laughter crashed into yours, loud enough to echo over the chilly surface of the river as he spun you around and around. You thrashed and clung to him at the same time, splashing water until you were both soaked.

“Caught you…” He murmured, breathless with victory, before nuzzling into the ticklish spot just under your jaw.

You squeezed your arms around him, still giggling as you peppered little kisses against the shell of his ear.

“You still lost, though.” You muttered between kisses, delighted when his breath caught.

“How so?” His voice had lost some of its playful lilt.

It was huskier now, and his cheeks flushed red all the way up to his ears..

“I beat you to the river, duh.”

He scoffed, “I wasn’t aware we were racing.”

You pulled back to gloat, smug even while captured, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Doesn’t matter. I still won.” You shrugged as if the matter was settled.

His fingers trailed up the side of your neck before catching your chin,

“It’s not winning if you cheat, dummy.”

“How dare you.” You huffed, poking a finger between his brows and shoved. His face tipped back with a satisfying little jerk.

“Ouch!” He chuckled, catching your wrist and ducking down to kiss your lips before you could further weaponize that cute little pout.

The sweet taste of river water mingled with your chapstick-made him sigh, his lips lingering against yours so he could savor it.

You smiled, suddenly smug again, and deepened the kiss—just enough to tempt him, inviting him to take more.

But he pulled away instead, refusing to let you win this round too.

“Come on, trouble.” He chuckled, “Your nose is gettin’ red. Better put on some sunscreen before you burn.” He left no room for argument, carrying you out of the river in his gentle hold.

Your frigid skin nearly sizzled as he set you on a boulder jutting out from the shoreline so he could rummage through his pack. And you sat there patiently, letting him rub sunscreen into every inch of exposed skin while you lounged.

The moment felt a bit like heaven—with the sun above you and a heated rock beneath you warming your wet clothes and slowly drying them out. The river gurgling softly over the rocky shore at your feet. The lazy slide of his hands over your body, applying just the right amount of pressure as he rubbed you down, clearly in no hurry to finish…

His voice broke through your reverie.

“Stand up Pips, lemme get the back of your legs.”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before hoisting you onto your feet.

“Wha—did you already burn?”

The sight of your bright red legs seemed to genuinely distress him for a moment.

“No, the boulder was just a little hot.” You calmly remarked over your shoulder.

He sucked in a little gasp. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I like it. I’m a lizard, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember… I guess I just underestimated you.” His brows furrowed. “Does it hurt?”

“No. You can touch it—see?” You poked the back of your thigh, jiggling the reddened skin with a sly little smile.

Caleb shooed your hand away. “Don’t do that, you’re gonna irritate it. Here—”

You hummed appreciatively as he smeared cool sunscreen over your burning skin. His hands were softer now, massaging soothing little circles into the plushest parts of your thighs.

“Better?” He asked, pressing a kiss into your hip.

“Mhm.” You smiled as he stared up at you, his pretty eyes shining with adoration from where he knelt.

With sun protection out of the way you pulled a snack out of your bag to share while you skipped rocks together—giggling when he used his Evol to send your smooth pebbles flying impossibly far.

Time ceased to exist for a while, here in your little world where only you and Caleb existed—prowling the shore for pretty rocks and river critters and taking pictures of your posing shadows.

But eventually…

“It’s getting late.” Caleb sighed, shielding his eyes as he looked up at the sky—wishing he could coax the sun into stillness for just a while longer. “We should head back and get started on dinner.”

“Aw mannn…”

He came up behind you and pressed a kiss to the heated skin on your shoulder.

“I know… I’d hate for you to miss the sunset up on the mountain, though.”

You grumbled but agreed, signaling for him to turn around.

Caleb rolled his eyes, but slipped his backpack over his chest so you could climb up onto his back. Your feet hurt too much to walk—that was the flimsy excuse you gave him—and he didn’t call you out on it. He just hooked his arms under your thighs and hoisted you up into place.

If you ever bothered to ask, he would tell you he preferred it this way. He would always pick the option that allowed him to be touching you in some way—any way.

You nuzzled into his neck as he carried you, unable to resist breathing in his heated skin. He always smelled so good after working out…

You told yourself it was innocent enough, but the more you indulged yourself the harder it became to resist him.

Maybe just a little taste…

Your tongue darted out from from your lips, mere centimeters away from the ticklish skin of his throat before you thought better of it. Best not to risk your piggyback privileges in times like these…

You sighed in resignation, resting your chin in the crook of his neck instead and humming a little tune to pass the time as he labored up the trail.

Caleb deposited you in the hammock he’d hung near the fire pit as soon as you got back to camp. He stuck both of your packs in the tent before digging ingredients out of the cooler and organizing them in piles while you enjoyed the view.

Dinner came together quickly under his capable hands while you watched from the hammock. A cold beer rested in one hand while the other pointed lazily up at clouds, naming their shapes and inventing stories that made him chuckle.

“See that rabbit over there?”

Caleb’s gaze followed your finger to find a pink bunny-shaped cloud.

“Her name is Daisy, and I think she’s very sweet.”

“She looks like a biter, to me.” Caleb mused, returning his focus to the wooden skewers.

“She would probably bite you. She’s a girl’s girl, and we have to stick together.”

Caleb’s glanced at the cloud again, then back at you, clearly fighting a smile.

“It’s your own fault. You’re very bite-able, you know.” You said it casually, and Caleb chuckled—but something inside him clenched at that thought.

“Must be because I’m so delicious.” He mused, while stabbing marinated meat onto skewers and laying them in neat piles.

You laughed wholeheartedly because you couldn’t argue. Caleb was indeed delicious and there was no way around it.

Evening settled around you slowly, the bright shafts of light spilling in from the trees shifted into molten ribbons of gold as you chatted and he cooked.

The smell of grilled meat eventually won over your comfort, pulling you out of your hammock. You wandered over to the cooler to grab another beer before plopping down next to Caleb.

“Mmmm!” You hummed appreciatively, “Smells so good. When do we eat?” The alcohol buzzed pleasantly through you—made you a little loose, a little silly.

Caleb giggled, that sweet boyish sound that you loved so much, as you grabbed his face in both hands and planted sloppy kisses all over him.

He pulled away, blushing all the way up to his ears again.

“Do that again, and dinner will be canceled.” His voice dipped, “We’ll skip straight to dessert…” He murmured, leaning down to kiss you in earnest.

You sighed as he pulled away, meeting his gaze as he stared down at you. You could tell he was teasing, but he would still rip your clothes off right here if you asked him to.

“Okay, okay.” You conceded with a sigh, “I’ll behave, I guess.” He hummed in agreement, nuzzling your nose and turning back to cooking.

The fire now burned low before you both, crackling softly, occasionally spitting up sparks that drifted into the dark. You stared into it while slowly turning the last meat skewer, the glowing embers lulling you into a trance while the crickets chirped around the edge of camp.

Caleb sat quietly beside you, close enough so your shoulders bumped whenever you moved. He watched you with a satisfied little smile that he didn’t bother hiding, leaning down to kiss the crown of your head when he couldn’t take it anymore. His smile broke into a grin when you hummed contentedly under his touch.

“Having fun, pips?” His eyes sparkled a little, running his lips over your soft hair.

You giggled, shaking your head yes, because of course you were having fun. How could you ever not have fun with Caleb by your side. Nothing could ever compare to this feeling…

“Dunno how I feel about my favorite lizard sitting on the cold ground,” he murmured. “Aren’t you freezing?”

You pulled your skewer out of the fire to inspect the char before shaking your head.

“I’m alright.” You consoled him with a sweet smile before sticking it back in.

“Besides, I can be closer to the fire this way.”

Caleb huffed, unconvinced, and leaned down into your space—his breath tickling the back of your neck. He brushed a little kiss along your ear and the skin on your arms immediately responded, erupting into goose-flesh.

“I dunno.” He murmured, his voice dipping in your ear. “It’s too chilly for lizards to lie on the ground.” His arms slid around your waist. “Don’t think I can leave you like this.” He scooted up behind you and gathered you into him, settling you between his thighs, and tucking you into the heat of his lap.

You melted immediately, slumping back into his broad chest as his arms tightened around you.

“My savior…” You sighed in contentment. You both sat like that for a little while, watching the fire slowly dim out—until you finally broke the silence.

“I love you,” you murmured when it bubbled up inside you.

Caleb went still.

You felt his heart suddenly pounding hard against your back.

His arms came around you in a tight bear hug, and you giggled, wriggling to free yourself.

“I love you too, pips.” His voice sounded a little wispy as it trembled over you.

“Aww, my mushy puppy.” You wiggled and squirmed, turning in his lap.

He gasped softly as you wrapped you legs around his waist, burying your face in the soft fabric of his hoodie. His scent was suddenly everywhere, the expensive notes of his cologne mingling with woodsmoke.

“Caleb?”

“Hmm?”

You tipped your head back to look at him, smiling when you saw his expression—the tender melancholy shimmering in his eyes.

He loved you so much it physically hurt…

“We’ll… always be together, now… wont we?”

His hand came up to caress your face, his thumb gently sweeping along your cheek while he thought of a good enough answer.

His heart ached for you, for how scared you must still feel after the accident happened. How could he sooth your worries, though, when he didn’t know the answer?

“I think… you and I are the most closely bound souls in this universe.” He whispered, nuzzling you as he spoke. “Not even death could keep us apart for long.” His response surprised you a little.

Your eyes were suddenly misty.

“So yes…” he whispered, “we’ll always be together. I’ll find you in every single lifetime.” His arms came up around your shoulders and squeezed you into him, against the steady thump of his heart.

“Promise?”

Caleb loosened his grip and leaned back so he could look at you once more. Your expression broke his heart a little…

He kissed you tenderly, slowly—pressing his lips to your forehead, your nose, your cheeks and finally your mouth.

“I promise.” He whispered, pulling back to stare into your eyes so you knew how serious he was.

He drew his legs up around you and caged you against him, hugging you until the ache in his heart settled.

Your head was spinning from the alcohol and his crazy body heat. It bled through his hoodie and seeped into you as he held you close.

The fire popped loudly in the background and you turned to look at it. It was only glowing embers now, pulsing faintly against the endless dark.

“Look up pips…” Caleb whispered.

You did, and immediately gasped at the sight of the brilliant night sky.

You had never seen so many stars. The moon was nearly full, hanging silently above you, casting everything in a silvery glow. The dark forest, the tent, the dying fire, Caleb’s face— everything was painted in its soft light.

“Wow…” Your voice came out hushed. “It’s so beautiful.”

Caleb sighed in relief, seeing your eyes light up once again.

“You finally get a little glimpse of what I see on the starship—ouch!”

You smacked his chest before he could finish that thought.

“I don’t want to hear about that…”

Caleb blinked, caught completely off guard. Then softened as he studied the pinch between your brows, the way your lip jutted out in an angry little pout.

“You’re my Caleb tonight. Fleet ships don’t exist.” He chuckled, secretly relieved.

“Noted… only your Caleb tonight—oomph!”

Your lips crashed into his, arms flying wildly around his neck. The kiss was messy and the alcohol was making your head spin, but you persevered—pressing into him, squeezing him tighter.

Caleb gasped underneath you—trying to catch his breath beneath your sudden assault, but you wouldn’t let him. You chased him every time he tried to pull away, biting him as punishment. Relishing in the beautiful noises he made.

“I missed you so much…” You gasped between kisses, trailing your lips down his neck. Caleb didn’t have time to ponder if you were talking about just this past week or…

He hissed as your teeth sank into the sensitive skin over his collarbone, the sound breaking into a groan when your tongue soothed over the fresh mark.

“I missed you too, sweetheart…” He managed to choke out, “I’m right here…” His hands flew to your hips, gripping like he needed something to hold on to.

He unleashed a wanton moan, sent it echoing into the dark forest, as you attacked the weak spot on the back of his neck, right at the junction of his shoulder.

“W-wait a minute pips—” He tried to find a pause button, just long enough to get you into the tent where it was warm.

“No…” You growled, shoving him back.

Caleb was as good as done for. He laid back helplessly under your insistent hands, gasping as you licked and sucked a trail up his throat. You took your time with him, desperate to leave behind evidence of your love. His grip on your hips would clench tight whenever you hit a particularly sensitive spot.

You loved him like this. Helpless and squirming under you, his mouth parted, eyes shut tightly as he restrained himself so you could have your way for a bit.

The thought should have thrilled you… It did, for a moment.

But then you looked at him properly—Caleb, your Caleb, lying back in the cold dirt with his hair mussed, watching you like he would follow you over the edge of a cliff—and your ravenous hunger suddenly dissipated.

“Am I being too rough?” You whispered.

Caleb took hold of your hips and ground you down onto his aching erection, his own hips bucking a little at the friction.

“Anything you do to me,” he gasped, “is perfect…”

You moaned into him, tracing his lips with your tongue while you ground into him again.

You knew you were running on borrowed time at this point, any moment now Caleb would snap, and all that patient restraint would turn on you.

Sure enough, as soon as the thought flitted through your mind, Caleb decided your turn was over.

A growl vibrated through his chest as his arms closed around you. He rolled you beneath him, catching your weight before your back could touch the dirt.

“Enough.” He huffed, hoisting himself up with you in his arms and making his way to the tent.

He fumbled with the zipper, losing precious seconds because you refused to stop kissing him. By the time he finally managed it, his breath was ragged against your mouth.

Without breaking the kiss, he backed you into the cozy warmth of the tent and eased you down onto the sleeping bags, then turned just long enough to yank the zipper shut.

You had maybe a second to blink before he was on you again, suddenly everywhere all at once. You felt his hand press you down while he bent with you, chasing your lips.

Slowly, he slid the hem of your hoodie up, warming his chilly fingers on your stomach-laughing when you squealed. You giggled and tried to smack his hand as it traveled up.

Your giggles suddenly dissolved, though, as his fingers traced your nipple through your bra.

“S’not fair…” you gasped, “how do always find them?” He laughed mischievously, giving it a little pinch.

You let out an undignified little yelp, fueling his shenanigans.

Suddenly he was moving with urgency, shifting your hoodie up, sliding it over your head with quick practiced hands. Next your shirt, and finally, that obnoxious sports bra that kept your glorious chest bound too tightly. He was nearly drooling by the time your tits spilled out.

So perfect…

This view would never get old, he thought, leaning back to look at you as you hid your blushing face from him.

“Awww, is my Pipsqueak suddenly shy?”

Damn him... He sounded so innocent.

“Come on, let me see your pretty face,” he crooned, taking your wrist gently and coaxing your arm away.

You peeked out at him, only to find his sweet smile and searching eyes waiting for you, glowing softly in the fairy lights.

“Look at me, baby,” he whispered, tenderly nuzzling your palm.

You pried your eyes open, trying to be obedient even while your thighs clamped together.

Caleb held your gaze for a moment, searching—making sure you were really okay—before smiling as he watched you melt.

“Good girl…” He caressed your cheek, dipping down to kiss you.

His hand traced a lazy pattern on your tummy, his fingertip just barely grazing your skin, sending shivers wherever he touched while his mouth worked yours thoroughly.

He slid his lips down your shoulder, tenderly kissing your collarbone before dipping to down to lavish your chest in attention. The heat of his mouth closed firmly over one nipple, his tongue swirling, lapping, sucking, before moving to the other—then back again.

Your face was on fire.

“Caleb—” you gasped, bucking your hips into his touch as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of your sweats.

He paused there, looking up at you, taking a second to memorize you like this—the flush in your cheeks, the dazed shine in your eyes, your kiss-swollen lips still shiny with his spit.

“What is it, baby?” he whispered.

His mouth traced a slow trail down your stomach, the feather-light kisses making you shiver beneath him. Around your navel. Then lower, kissing along the waistband of your pants.

“You’re going to kill me if you keep this up…” You nearly sobbed as he hooked his finger in your waistband and slowly stretched it down, trailing wet little kisses as he went.

“Already at your limit?” His voice was muffled, face already buried in the heat of your core.

You cried out as his tongue pressed against the mesh of your panties and sent your eyes rolling back. Suddenly your pants were yanked clean off. Caleb growled at the sight of your soaked panties clinging to your lips before diving back in.

His arms snaked under your thighs and locked you tight against his face while he devoured you through the lacy barrier, soaking them and sucking them while you sobbed and cried out.

“Poor thing,” he murmured against you, sounding almost apologetic. “I know. I know baby…” His tongue was insatiable—relentless as he pressed open mouthed kisses to your slit.

“I just can’t help it…” He breathed. “I need to taste you… just a little bit longer.” He was half gone out of his mind, driven to a frenzy by your taste, your smell…

Finally he yanked the sopping fabric aside and dove into you in earnest. You felt like you were suddenly weightless, a euphoric heat exploding through your core, up through your stomach. Caleb moaned openly as you gushed, licking and slurping every last bit before diving back in.

Caleb knew the over stimulation was too much—felt so mean for holding you down while you squirmed. But your taste… your silky heat sucking up his tongue as he plunged in and out. Over and over, in a trance, as your body wriggled and clenched around him.

His eyes rolled back as you came a second time, your thighs clamping down around his head.

You body melted into a boneless puddle beneath him.

The frenzied spell over Caleb seem to break for a moment, long enough to remember himself. He released your sopping heat at once, propping himself up so he could look at you.

You blinked down at him, dazed and glossy-eyed, your chest heaving.

He leaned over you, still fully clothed, hair mussed, mouth swollen. His hands, when they came up to touch you again, were impossibly gentle.

“Hey,” he whispered, brushing your hair back from your damp forehead. “Look at me.”

You did, barely.

Caleb’s face softened with relief at once.

“Too much?” he asked against your shoulder, pressing a little kiss there.

You swallowed, trying to find your tongue.

“No,” you whispered. Your fingers curled into the hem of his hoodie, tugging at him weakly. “Come here.”

He gladly obeyed, leaning down to kiss you properly—tenderly brushing your hair out of your eyes while you caught your breath. You sighed into him, already heating up again under his touch.

His mouth tasted like you and it made your face burn…

He ducked so you could pull his hoodie off and you giggled at the sight of his bare chest.

“You didn’t put a shirt on?”

“Didn’t see a point, pips.” He huffed, his eyes sparkling as he caught your mouth in another heated kiss.

You pushed yourself upright, still a little unsteady, and Caleb instinctively followed your lead, leaning back to give you space. His eyes stayed locked on yours as your hand slid lower, feeling the tremble under his skin as you dipped under the waistband of his pants and into the heat of his arousal.

He hissed as your soft hand squeezed and pet him gently through his boxers.

“Lie down,” you whispered.

Caleb swallowed. For once, he didn’t tease you, let you guide him back onto the sleeping bags.

The tent rustled softly as a breeze swept past, the thin walls shuddering faintly before settling once more.

You followed him down slowly, kissing your way over his flushed chest, taking your time now that he was the one looking up at you, breathless and flushed head to toe.

He reached for you, but you caught his wrist and pressed a kiss to his palm.

“Be still, gege…”

Caleb moaned as you dipped your head to suck a path of hickies along the line of his Adonis belt, pausing to kiss his painfully hard bulge. Only when he started trembling under your lips did you look up at him. His eyes were misty and full of adoration as they gazed down at you, his hands fisted up in the blankets. He watched you slowly hook your fingers in his waistband and pull with that wicked spark in your eyes.

His erection sprung free, slapping up against his stomach.

“Gah!” He gasped, squeezing his eyes shut.

You wasted no time, dragging your tongue along the bulging vein running up his length, sucking the tip into your mouth and enjoying the view as he threw his head back, his entire body straining against itself. You worried for a split second about the sleeping bags shredding in his grip as he fisted them.

They seemed to be holding though…

The corners of your mouth stung as you stretched your lips over his girth, his salty taste flooding your senses.

Caleb groaned as you bottomed out. The sight of your throat bulging with him sent a hot, filthy thrill fluttering through his stomach. You sucked him down, tried to swallow around him, but he was too big.

You bobbed your head once, then twice, twisting your hand around his shaft, over and over again-only pulling off of him when you were sure he was good and lubed up. He was ready now, reduced to a flushed, gasping mess underneath you.

You crawled over him slowly, looking down at him with a satisfied possessiveness.

The fairy lights blurred into a golden haze above him, then disappeared behind your shadow as you loomed over him.

“My Caleb,” you sighed.

His hands came up to your hips at once, helping you line yourself up. Beneath the haze of all that desire, his eyes went tender again.

“Yours,” he whispered, voice barely there.

You closed your eyes, sinking down until your felt the fat, silky head of his cock prod your entrance. You took a deep breath and sank slowly, taking him inch by burning inch.

Caleb’s eyes squeezed shut as your heat sucked him up, your warm gummy walls pulsing around him. It was heaven every single time, he swore he could hear choir music when you clenched around him.

His mouth fell open as you seated yourself fully, a thin sheen of sweat already forming along your pinched brows.

You could only sit there, resting in his lap while you adjusted to the heavy fullness stretching you to your limit. Caleb’s hands left your hips to trail delicately up your waist and grope your chest-taking in the view as you panted, flushed and sweating and fully impaled on his cock.

But he let you take your time, not daring to move an inch.

Eventually the sting faded, the fullness didn’t feel so sharp and uncomfortable.

You rolled your hips experimentally, gasping as the tip of his cock nudged your cervix, his ridges grinding against yours to create a delicious friction.

“Ah—” You gasped, “I’m—I’m not gonna last long like this…”

Caleb’s hands settled back around your hips,

“Here, let me…” He guides your hips forward, rolling them gently, letting the heat build slowly at first.

He had you gasping in no time, sweat beading along his temples as he thrust up into you. The obscenely wet sounds of your bodies connecting bounced off the walls of your tent.

“Oh—Caleb!” You cried out, right at the edge of a great precipice and wanting so badly to fall.

Caleb groaned, his cock jumping inside you.

He wanted nothing more than to pound you silly, to chase his own relief inside your squeezing heat, to smother your insides until you were leaking for days.

But he also didn’t want this to end… wanted it to last all night…

You could tell exactly what he was thinking and refused to let him have his way this time.

Your thighs locked around him tightly and you began riding him in earnest, swinging your hips in tight little circles as you ground down on him.

“W-wait—hold on!” His pleas fell on deaf ears, he was reduced to begging under your relentless pace.

Caleb felt it like a tidal wave off in the distance, gaining power and momentum as it surged towards him.

He panted, his whimpering pleas climbing in octaves as he begged you to slow down. It was no use, your heat had engulfed him, swallowed him whole.

“I-I’m gonna—” The tidal wave was suddenly upon him, violently ripping him from his body as white exploded across his vision. Your name fell from his lips in a sweet, stuttered melody as his body jerked under you.

You threw your head back, the sensation of his cock twitching and spurting his hot release into you sent you hurtling over the edge after him.

You were weightless and seeing spots by the time you floated back into your body. The first thing you felt was Caleb’s thumbs gently stroking your face. You hauled your body off of his sticky chest and flopped over into your sleeping bag.

You could hear Caleb’s voice murmuring over you but couldn’t quite make out what he was saying over the ringing in your ears. The late hour, the afterglow, the alcohol—it all left your body exhausted and useless where it slumped.

You felt a cool cloth sweep over your face, then down your neck, and whimpered when it passed between your thighs, your body still too sensitive for even his gentlest touch.

Caleb cleaned you as carefully as he could, murmuring soft apologies whenever you shivered. The blankets tucked themselves around your chin as you faded out.

“I love you,” he whispered.

His lips pressed tender kisses to your temple, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth—one after another, soft enough to follow you down as the world faded into darkness. And you stayed there, drifting comfortably until—

Pop!

A loud crack snapped you awake.

You shot upright in your sleeping bag, head spinning as you looked for—

“Sorry.”

Caleb stepped through the half-open tent flap, his voice soothing your nerves before they had the chance to turn into panic.

“The fire’s extra noisy,” he said, glancing back toward it with a little chuckle. “I think it’s eager to see you.”

You blinked at him, still caught in a sleepy daze. Then your gaze snagged on his neck and your stomach flipped.

The marks there were impossible to miss, and the memory of last night rushed back all at once. A bright flush bloomed across your cheeks, and you yanked the blankets up to your chest.

Caleb’s gentle gaze never left yours.

“Did you sleep alright, Pips?”

He knelt in front of you, offering you a steaming mug of coffee. You rubbed at your eyes, suddenly aware of the chill in the morning air.

“I must have,” you mumbled, accepting the mug gratefully. “I can’t even remember falling asleep.”

Caleb’s mouth twitched with amusement, but he didn’t tease you. Not yet.

He only ducked his head, pulled off his hoodie, and held it out to you.

“Here.”

He took the mug back just long enough for you to slip into it. It was soooo warm and smelled like his cologne and campfire smoke.

You hummed happily when he pressed the mug back into your hands.

“Come sit by the fire. I already set up your chair.”

His hoodie fell nearly to your knees as you clumsily stood, swallowed up in the soft fleece. Caleb took your hand, pressing a little kiss to your knuckles as he steadied you.

Birds chirped excitedly nearby, hopping around the edge of the campsite to peck at the dirt in search of crumbs. Caleb watched you watching them, a goofy smile tugging at his mouth.

Your hair was wild. Your eyes were still heavy with sleep. You looked, frankly, like you had survived a Wanderer attack and barely lived to tell the tale.

He loved your sleepy little face so much, though, he just couldn’t resist.

“Hey, Pips…”

You looked over at him, only to dissolve into giggles as he smushed your cheeks between his hands.

“It’s too early for surprise attacks!”

Caleb laughed too, taking one last fond look before pressing a quick to your squished lips.

“Sorry,” he murmured. “Couldn’t help myself.”

He turned back to the fire, poking it for a bit while you settled beside him, soaking in the warm morning sun.

“What do you wanna do today?”

You hummed in contemplation, warming your hands around your mug as you looked out over the endless valley below. Sunlight spilled slowly over the mountains, turning the whole world gold.

The possibilities felt endless with your Caleb at your side.

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[alyakhq]

ᯓ★ I NEED A BIG BOY! ft sza!

ᯓ★ SYNOPSIS: taking caleb’s fat cock with his arm around your neck!!

ᯓ★ PAIRINGS: colonel!caleb x adjutant!reader

ᯓ★ WARNINGS: headlock, rough sex, size kink, praise, mating press, backshots/against a desk,, kissing, dumbification,

ᯓ★ A/N: A SPECIAL SHOUTOUT TO @whoreforgyu AS IT IS THEIR BIRTHDAY TOMORROW !!! HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE, ENJOY IT WELLLL🫶🏽

ᯓ★ KINKTOBER MASTERLIST!

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“mmmgh!” you moaned, your hands held back tightly against caleb’s beefy arm. his thick cock pounding into your poor overstimulated pussy. bend over his desk with your trousers down at your ankles. his body firm against your, heavy defined abs pressing on your back, “fuck!—it’s big!—too big colonel!”

“you can take it, you’re strong,” his body pressed harder against your ass, shoving his cock deeper into you without any mercy, “that’s why i chose you. loook at thattt, so good for me—just relax,” caleb cooed in your ear, listening to your helpless moans and whines.

your face contorted in sheer pleasure and joy, tears rushing down your face, your legs slightly swinging off the floor. your once strong and larger body now reduced to a small mess when compared to the behemoth of a man behind you, his muscles so biteable, “oh fuck…” you cried, a drop landing on his arm.

“awwh? you cryin’?” a laugh came from the man above you before he tightened the arm around your neck, “stay still now, it’ll be over soon.”

caleb pushed the remaining inches of his cock inside, rubbing your hip with his free hand to soothe your cries and pleads.

“caleb! oh my gosh!! ohhh—aaahh! you’re so big i can’t!!”

it felt like he was splitting you in two, his thick cock stretching out your virgin cunt, “oh please…just go slow—slow!”

“i will, i will….relax, take a deep breath.” caleb kissed your ear, gently licking uk and down your neck. his head tilting to reach your neck properly, kissing under your jawline and on your collarbone, “you’re in charge pretty, what do you want me to do?”

lifting your head up slightly, you whined, feeling your walls clenched around his dick, “….c-can you squeeze me?”

caleb’s face was pressed so deep into your hair, smelling your scent, to the point where you felt his eyebrow raise, “squeeze you?—“

“squish me…make me feel suffocated…lay on me—anything…! just pleasee,” your trembling hand rubbing up and down his bicep, “…wanna feel you,”

caleb rubbed your back, kissing your spine, “are you sure pips? i don’t wanna hurt ya,” however he was met with a very—very sincere nod, tears nearly sheafing from how bad you wanted to feel his weight on you, “alright, no tears baby.”

caleb carefully picked your up, holding you tightly to his chest, shaky legs wrapping around your legs. his cock just slightly slipped out, to your discomfort.

“caleb—

“i know, i’ll put it back in when we get to the bed.”

as soon as your body landed onto the bed, your back washing the soft mattress, caleb climbed above you. his hands alrwdy grabbing your thighs and pushing them forward, your knees next to your ears by this point. the quick change in position making you squeal, “aaah!—fuck!—“

“flexible too, hm. i trained you well.” your moans onto deaf ears, hands ripping at the mattress covers,. The barely-surviving walls of your pussy felt like it was being ripped again when caleb put his cock back inside.

another mewl, your cunt sucking his cock in like a vacuum, keeping him still and clinging to his sensitive tip, “fuck…please move…!”

“how much?”

“a lot!—a lot caleb! just move!”

“not enough detailsss. c’mon, use that noggin of yours,” caleb teasingly flicked your head, hearing you whine. your hands reached up to try and grab something instead of the mattress, “hard…deep…breed me—anything!”

caleb lowered his body, one leg going up to get a better angle, “hard and deep? and slow?—“

tears came to your eyes, the tension in your body too much to handle anymore, “…lebbie..”

seeing your tears, caleb rubes the skin on your thigh, his hips thrusting his cock inside of you slowly, “okay okay, don’t cry. awwhh, lebbie’s being mean, isn’t he?”

“v-very mean..” you whimpered, holding your legs up for him, exposing your wide hole. caleb gently held one of your legs, before thrusting himself outwards only to slam right back into you. your moans louder with every thrust.

his cock stimulating your g-spot with every harsh snap of his hips, your body jotting up on the bed, moans and screamed echoed in his arms. caleb however was too pussydrunk, his own grunts filling his ears, “i’ll make it up to you.”

your pussy squeezed around his length, making a wet suction sounds whenever he left your cunt. caleb’s hand went to your chin, lifting your head up to see tears running down yours face. your mind not here right now.

however your body was woken up with a firm pat on your cheek, nearly a slap if caleb wasn’t careful, his thumb then wiping at your tears, “don’t pass out of me now, pips.”

all you could see was black dots, your eyes shut closed after, concentrated on the overwhelming feeling being railed into the mattress. not even captured how fast your orgasm was building up, “oh gosh—c-colonel!—“

“nuh uh…say my name,” caleb growled, his eyes gazing down at your face with lust.

moaning, a hand went to his lifted leg, trying to make him slow down, “..c…ca—fuck!”

“it’s right there, c’mon pretty girl. i know you have a few neurons in there that are conscious.”

another attempt, “…cal..leb! ahh! nnnghh!—oooh!”

with a chuckle, caleb thrusted harder, the whole room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against each other, “one more. one more time for me, gorgeous. you got it.”

“caleb!” the feeling was too much, your body letting go instantly. caleb nodded, grunting when your pussy came on his sensitive tip, “thereee we go, good girl.”

barely a second after, thick ropes of cum shot up your cunt, coating your walls perfectly. caleb’s merciless thrusts slowing down, his dick twitching inside of you.

both you and caleb panted, your head was off of it, caleb was still pussy drunk but laid down the feeling for your health and wellbeing, “…you did so well..”

his body lowered, your legs being freed to land on either side of his body. caleb’s lips landed on your, wet and sloppily kissing you. his tongue sunk deep into your mouth whilst a hand passionately groped your breasts, “the prettiest girl ever…deep breaths now. just rest for me, i’ll take care of the rest.

KINKTOBER 2025 @ alyakhq, do not plagiarise, copy or translate my work pls :)

[hyperfixationhobo]

Sylus: “You are just as bad as Rafayel.”

Caleb: “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Sylus: “I mean anytime MC leaves, you pout and sulk just like him.”

Caleb: “I don’t sulk.”

Sylus: “You’ve been sitting by the window ever since MC went shopping.”

Caleb: “It’s not sulking….I’m just waiting for them to return.”

Sylus: “You look like a dog.”

Caleb: “I do n-”

Rafayel: *Sprinting down the stairs.* “MC’s car just pulled up!”

Caleb: *Runs to the front door with Rafayel*

Sylus: “Dogs I tell you.”

[starrkuma]

TEMPTATION.

cw: service!top caleb, afab!reader, fingering, oral (reader receiving), inappropriate use of evol, cursing, dry humping, no penetration (w.c. 2k) 18+ minors dni!

caleb doesn't like to go to bed hungry. 

recently, you and caleb have entered new territory— finally forgoing the years of teasing and flirtatious comments for a committed relationship. you both confessed your feelings for each other in his kitchen, with caleb a stuttering, blushing mess. now you lay in his large bedroom in skyhaven.

you've spent many nights here. but something was different. the air in the room is charged with unspeakable words—a thin line you both haven't crossed—leaving your breath heavy and sleep hard to come by at your visits. 

you wanted to break the tension. to grab him by his shirt and drag him across the sheets to waiting lips.

but you're scared to initiate, scared to cross that line of no return with the most cherished person in your life.

so you turned away from him and clicked off the lamp beside you. "goodnight," you whispered into the dark air before forcing your eyes shut. 

and you didn't know it — but caleb was struggling only feet across from you. 

he wanted you. of course he did. he fantisized for years what your body would feel like against his. how he'd worship every inch of skin he could get the pleasure of seeing. but after years of man-of-steel levels of self restraint, the tight leash he held himself on was hard to let go.

but you obviously weren't sleeping. the constant shifting of the sheets interupted the soft pattering of the rain outside. 

he balled a fist into his pillow at the next sound. he couldn't wait anymore. 

he needs you.

you feel him shift closer to you. slowly, trying to close the distance between you with caution.

"caleb…" you warn slowly. one word, tense with an anxiety that you could feel thrumbing down to your bones. his hands flex oh so close to you at your words— but he stops like you ask.

your obedient puppy, as he always calls himself.

you gulp and then steel yourself, before turning over to meet the firm hulk of muscle behind you.

the purple hues in his dark-brown eyes seem to glow faintly in the dim light. a streak of silver lighting outlines the firm set of his jaw, the press of his lips, the hunger lurking just under the surface.

he tries again, this time wrapping strong forearms around your waist and pulling you closer until your chests bump. 

your hands scramble to hold onto his chest."w—wait." you gulp out, eyes searching over his face, one you know so well you could draw it sleeping.

you're so close you could kiss him. his breath fans across your face, still minty from his toothpaste.

his eyes glance down at your thighs, catching the subtle twitch as they shift under the covers. "but you're wet." he says matter of factly, as if that observation didn't leave you flushing up to your ears.

you try and stutter out a response but he shushes you. his lips find you first—kissing your forehead, the skin under your eyes, the tip of your nose and all the way to your parted lips.

"and I'm hungry." he growls lowly. before closing the distance and pressing himself against you.

the both of you sigh into the kiss. you feel yourself melt in his arms as your body arches against his. the kiss quickly becomes messy, tongues fighting for dominance. his leg slides between yours to apply a delicious pressure to your clothed core.

you whine and pull away to gulp down air, thighs clenching around his leg. caleb's breaths come layered and heavy and then your hips roll against his and caleb hisses as if he's in physical pain.

you blink and he's underneath you. he settles on his stomach, the picture of sin itself as he gazes up at you. his warm palms cup your hips before moving both your legs over his shoulder with an ease that makes you clench.

your throat is dry. words fail you and all you can do is tremble in his hold. one finger tugs at your sleep shorts before swiftly sliding them off you.

cold air gusts against your bare cunt and you twitch. caleb's eyes darken as he realizes your not wearing underwear—a dark chuckle at the sight of you pulsing for him.

you’re already wet and dripping, folds puffy.

caleb's breath ghosts against you. his voice has dropped an octave, rough and hoarse as he mumbles, "that looks uncomfortable, honey. let me take care of it for you, hm?"

one large hand comes to slowly slide up and down your puffy folds, not entering, but teasing in a way they map you out. as if he's trying to mentally remember the ridges of your sex.

as soon as your pretty hands grab a handful of his hair he groans deeply into you, the first true signs of his restraint cracking. you feel the jerk of the bed as his hips rock against the mattress. his clothed cock ruts up against the sheets in a desperate attempt to find relief. 

the sight of him unraveling just from the sight of you has you whining louder.

you shutter as you see him straining in his grey sweatpants, hard and leaving a heavy print. the front is already stained dark with precum.

caleb then leans forward and takes a deep sniff directly into your cunt. "c—caleb—!" you gasp out, scandalized and painfully turned on as you harshly tug at his hair.

his arms only tighten around your stomach. his neck strains to stay in place and you feel him let out a breathless laugh. another ghostly breath against your slick folds.

you watch as his eyes flutter and roll from the pressure of the tug. the way you say his name in that desperate, keening tone has him stopping a groan from riping from his throat.

your scent was wrapping around him and leaving him lightheaded. another grind of his hips on the mattress.

he levels you with a droopy gaze that's hazy with lust. "stay still." he warns.

your limbs feel like jelly. you loosen your grip but don't let go, needing to anchor onto something as desire rolls through your body.

"honey… I can't believe you didn't want me to touch you here." he hums lowly, his thumb coming down to press against your folds. when you moan openly he growls at the sound. more of your slick drips onto the sheets.

he spreads you open with a hoarse whisper. "so puffy and cute— fuck. I can feel you twitching from the outside. how adorable."

his thumb finds your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in tight circles that had you arching off the bed and onto his waiting mouth.

his eyes lock onto yours, puplies blown. "you waited so long… this little game of cat and mouse we play…" a kiss to your clit, "no longer. I'll take care of you. train your body until you know it's mine."

you whine at the possessive words and the strain in his voice, wiggling your hips towards him. "shut up a-and show me then," you plea, hoping you didn't sound as desperate as you feel.

and then his mouth was on you.

caleb licks a wet stripe up your folds before groaning into it and sliding his tongue in. it's wet and messy the way he eats it — with no regard for cleanliness as your slick runs down his flexing jaw as he works. 

and he loves it. 

a loud moan jumps out you as pleasure shoots up your spine, head knocking back onto the pillows as both hands scramble to hold onto his coarse dark-brown hair.

his tongue licks into you with shallow pumps, nose rubbing against your clit as you push him closer.

"c—caleb— fuck! slow down—" you whine, your ass pushing upward despite your words as you practically ride his face. a rumbling sound sends shockwaves into your pussy as his grip tightens around your abdomen.

plush lips detach to mumble in a frenzied rasp, "your body is saying something else tho' sweetness." you clench at the sight of your slick dripping down his jaw.

his bangs lay wet against his forehead. you could see his chest rising and falling quickly. his breath comes out in short puffs that you can feel.

when he looked up at you his eyes were wild, voice dark with lust.

"when I touch you like this…" one of his thick fingers slide into you, curling up until your breath stuters in pleasure. "and when I kiss you like this…" he attaches his lips around your clit and sucks hard — and you practically fall out the bed with a wild moan, stars exploding across your vision. 

"you're reacting so well. tell me how good I make you feel," he hisses, eyes shutting as his brows furrow in concentration. the bed squeals from the forceful thrusts of his hips as he chases his own high to the thrust of his fingers.

the wet slick slick slick! sounds of your sex fluttering around his fingers echoes lewdly.

caleb could die just like this. and he almost does — as your thighs suddenly lock around his face as you choke out shrill, "feels so good — gonna c-cum!"

you hear a whine in his voice at your words. "cum, baby god, cum fr' me." his fingers fly at a bruising pace and with a final firm press to your clit, you let go.

your limbs lock and then your shaking in his hold, juices seeping onto the sheets and his waiting mouth.

caleb's eyes roll back at the feeling of you clenching around his fingers and he cums alongside you, untouched, whining at the sticky feeling of the fluid running down his leg in his boxers. 

heavy pants fill the air. you attempt to roll away from caleb, desperate to escape his mouth as your limbs scream in protest.

you don't get far.

a unnatural heavy pressure on your lower abdomen makes you freeze. craning your neck, you see caleb's evol shivering in the air. 

fuck. he's keeping you pinned to the bed.

it didn't hurt but was a firm pressure to keep you in place, to keep you from running from him. the smirk lifting his mouth was dangerously attractive, voice all honey and sin as he leans over you.

his large shoulders are framed by the cracking lighting in the window, peering down at you with those violet eyes. 

"where are you going, baby? you think I'm done with you yet?" his voice is tinged with amusement as he licks into your mouth and you taste yourself on his tounge. he begins to flick at your clit again with one thick finger — a teasing motion as you wiggle in overstimulation.

"y-you're no fair." you practically sob, eyes squeezing shut as all you could do was take it. it felt painfully good and you blink through blurry tears as he leans against your ear.

"I'll keep my promise. stuff you full until you beg me to stop." you shake as his tounge nips at the top of your ear. "mark this body all over. what do you say honey?"

and caleb does just that —

showing you just how much he adores you, until you wake up the next morning with a limp in your step … and multiple red marks hidden underneath your hunter's uniform.

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[sayangrafayel]

MC: Who's your crush?

Caleb: You first.

MC: No, you first.

Caleb: You.

MC: No! You first.

Caleb: You.

MC: YOU FIRST.

Caleb: You.

MC: Forget it! You're so mean!