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Lefety Lóránt

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Soft Curls - For My Internet Friend

Trigger Warning: SMUT

GOOD OL’ DADDY KINK FOR YOUR SOUL >x<

Info: This is a change of names, because my internet friend has this irl ship so let’s make this a fandom wooo oleb.

Words: 509

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       Caleb sighed as he woke up to empty sheets. Oliver must have left for work already. He grumbled as he rolled over to glance at the alarm clock. The annoying green numbers glared ‘6:27′. Oliver couldn’t have left for work just yet, he leaves around 10:45, Caleb thought, eyebrows scrunching in confusion. He let out another sigh, as he slipped out of the messy bed. He groggily made his way to the kitchen, to make a cup of coffee so he could start his day of laziness.

       Caleb yelped in surprised as two strong arms wrapped around his waist, along with to lips to his neck. He softened into the familiar embrace, but let out a loud moan as Oliver bit his neck, continuing to bruise the sensitive area. Caleb felt his pants starting to tighten, as he squirmed, begging Oliver for more.

      Oliver complied, slipping his hand to the front of Caleb’s pajama pants, palming him through the soft material. Caleb started to grind into Oliver’s hand, but Oliver removed his hand, only to swiftly carry Caleb to their bedroom.

“O-Oliver please, I need you.” Caleb stuttered between his heavy breaths.

      Oliver helped Caleb remove his clothing, leaving him in boxers. Caleb whimpered, tugging at Oliver’s clothing. Oliver tugged his shirt and pants off, leaving both boys in their boxers.

     Caleb became impatient and started grinding into the bed, searching for some sort of friction, Oliver watched as his boyfriend squirmed, face red and flushed, and heavy breaths exiting his luscious pink lips. Oliver grabbed his boyfriend’s hips, and pulled him closer, palming over his throbbing erection, and then pulling away his boxers to set it free. Oliver’s eyes grazed over the sight of the flustered boy in front of him, sprawled out, legs spread, and those soft curls, the curls he loved to play with.

    Oliver sat down, removing his own boxers, and gave Caleb the sweet cherry scented lube.

“I want to watch you spread your self out for Daddy, understand?”

    Caleb whimpered as he poured the liquid over his fingers, and then hesitantly circling his rim. Caleb pushed the first digit in, moaning at the stretch, fuck, it had been awhile. After he was adjusted to that, he added the second, eventually scissoring and moaning as he lost himself in pleasure. Oliver removed Caleb’s fingers, and slowly eased into the younger boy’s puckered asshole.

    Caleb moaned, the feeling of pleasure continuing to rise, as Oliver’s strokes became harder and faster. Caleb screamed out a string of profanities as Oliver hit a certain bundle of nerves.

“Daddy! Please! More, harder!” Caleb screamed out in pleasure.

     Oliver slammed into Caleb, continuing to hit his prostate each time. Caleb let his largest moan yet, as he released, milky white ribbons of cum drizzling over the bed sheets. Soon after, Oliver came inside of Caleb, filling him to the brim with his hot sperm.

    Oliver pulled out, and cuddled next his sweet boyfriend, and played with his soft curls.

   Let’s just say, Oliver missed work that day.