⁀➴☕︎ | match my freak | Caleb
Happy Birthday to my bb Caleb<3 I wish I could've written a fic instead of pulling out old drafts): mdni.
zayne version
Would die between your thighs. You know the trend of the boyfriends taking pictures smothered between their girlfriend's thighs? That's him. Has definitely fucked you there multiple times.
Loves seeing you in his hoodies. With nothing underneath, the hem falling to your knees, his possessive self loves to see you wrapped in his clothes. Makes it that much more satisfactory when he peels it off you or fucks you in it.
Sleeping wrapped around you. Type to cup you between the legs and adjust your ass against his hard-on if he feels you wandering even an inch away.
Mating press. Something about wanting to be close, close and even more closer drives him. He cannot breathe if he's not stealing your air.
Cocksleeve. Definitely leaves his cock inside you while you sleep.
Ass-worshipper. He swears you taunt and tease him on purpose by wearing those snug jeans that outline the peach of your ass or by wearing shorts that barely cover your cheeks whenever you're in his vicinity. Biting down on your ass, marking it, eating it out, having it planted on his face, he is down for it all.
Thigh-riding. Manspreading and watching you try to appease yourself on his trunk-sized thighs, making a mess out of yourself and begging for him is his wet dream.
Spicy pictures. Would not hesitate to send pictures of his flexed bicep or a sweaty post-workout selfie. Even some half-naked ones in bed. Knows his angles well. Doesn't just send dick pics, they could be the cover of a porn magazine. With his colonel cap on, his dog tag pendant caught between his teeth and shining in the light of the flash as he grips his erect cock and tags the picture with a 'Thinking of you', he knows your panties are soaked.
Addicted to making out. He claims he has to make up for all the years he couldn't kiss you. Sometimes you could be talking and know when he hasn't responded in a while that he's thinking of kissing you. His eyes track your lips like two laser beams, hyper focused. Any time you lick them, you can swear you hear a groan at the back of his throat.
Hate sex. Loves riling you up, having arguments with you, pissing you off and taunting you just so he can wrestle for control with you. Tearing your clothes off you, giving it to you rough and nasty and reminding you who you belong to is all part and parcel of being with him.
Slapping. I fear slapping him is the fastest way to get him hard and leaking. He'd always take it one step too far with you, waiting and anticipating the moment you'd call him out on his bullshit. The red blooming on his cheek in sync with the smile spreading on his face is never a bearer of a good sign.
Hair-pulling. Loves it when you grab his hair, pull his head back by it or try to uproot it from his skull when he's driving into you so hard that the bed is creating an indent in the wall.
Panty-stealing. Is open about it. You've watched him pull it off you and pocket them. Caught him jerking off using them. He's made you hand them over. Has had panties flung at him in your anger. He's never returned a single one.
Mouth-spitting. Nothing pleases him more than watching you on your knees, cheeks squished between his fingers, mouth open in a pout, waiting for him to spit in it and waiting till he tells you to swallow.
Submissive asf. Would surrender to your shenanigans immediately if you ever came on to him. Would cry in bed if overstimulated.
Switch. For all his dominant personality, he loves when you take charge of him. If you ever told him to put on a collar and bark for you, he'd do it. No questions asked.
Sends you nsfw voicemails. Everything from wishing you a good morning in his sexy, early morning rasp to telling you he loves you in a scandalous whisper to straight up moaning into the mic when he's jerking off to you.
Addicted to your personal space. The type to hijack your showers, put his head under your t-shirts or his hand in the back pocket of your jeans. Uses your boobs as his personal stress balls.
Loves toeing the line of public indecency. He's got you panting into his mouth while his fingers work you up with a line of people standing outside, waiting to use the loo. Got your legs on his shoulders as he eats you out in the backseat of his car in the parking lot with no shades on the windows.
Mile High Club. You're almost a veteran atp. You know the inside of a cockpit as well as your own bedroom.
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