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raf couldn’t wait to get home :[
Rafayel wasn’t one to suggest public sex, but he was just so needy tonight. You both had been in his sports car for a while now, his hand lingering on your thigh as your things pressed together.
He didn’t need any more convincing, pulling the car off along the road to finally get more than just his hands on you.
He gently pushed you up onto the hood of the car, kissing along your neck and down your shoulder. “Love you, baby.. please,” he whined so nicely, knowing his long lashes was all he needed to convince you to part your thighs for him.
Rafayel leaned you back, pulling your panties down just enough so he could rub the head of his cock along your folds. He let out a pathetic groan, barely hesitating before he was sinking into your heat. “Fuckk, I love you.. I love you..” He babbled on stupidly, fucking into you harder as he pushed your legs over his shoulders.
The setting sun gleamed across his face, capturing every one of his expressions as you clutched onto his arms for support. He was lost in pleasure, his lips parted in soft moans every time you clenched around his length. He reached down to rub your clit, adoring every single whimper that fell from your lips. “I know, princess.. you’re being so good for me,” he praised under his breath, eyes sparkling when your legs twitched.
His arms moved to lock around your hips, leaning over your body to get ae deep as he could. “You’re killing me, baby.. so so perfect f’me..” He panted out, hiking your thighs up as he rutted against the spongy spot that always brought you to tears.
Rafayel came hard, his nails digging into your sides as his cum spurted into your cunt in hot bursts. He felt your walls clamping down on him, your own orgasm hitting you as your cream coated his base.
He didn’t pull out, only moving in shallow thrusts to keep you full of his cum. “Did so good for me, baby,” he whispered sweetly, kissing your face devotedly before finally pulling out and fixing your panties.
“You’ll leave it in ‘til we get home, right?” He pouted, jutting his bottom lip out at you as he smoothed your skirt down. “Wan’ you to be full of me..”
He was only satisfied when you agreed to his pleas, getting back into his car again as he drove through the starry night back to your apartment. Worth it.
i was inspired by his new banner. he came home in 70 pulls tho so im mad af BOOOOO RAF🍅
anyone else think that sex with some clothes still on is extremely sexy? like getting eaten out through your underwear? HOT. Getting your tits played with underneath your shirt while getting pounded? HOT. Bent over wearing a dress and him pulling your panties aside as he thrusts his cock in you? HOT HOT HOT.
bring me to tears (calebmc).
your boyfriend's reaction when you start crying during sex.
You straddled Caleb’s lap, thighs locked around his waist as he drove into that spot again and again, unraveling you from the inside. He dragged you flush against him, bare chests making contact as he panted deliciously into your ear.
It was too much, too perfect. The pleasure coiled so tight it cracked something open behind your ribs. A small tear left you before you could stop it, not from pain but from the dizzying weight of him. He was alive, solid, here, arms caging you like you were something precious and small even as he thrusted roughly into you.
Your dazed state didn't stop you from feeling embarrassed at the thought of crying during sex, so you bit down on your lip, hard enough to taste copper, and buried your face in his hair. If you didn’t meet his eyes, maybe he wouldn’t notice.
Seconds later he shifted without warning, hands sliding to your hips as he guided you up an inch before reclining deeper into the couch. The new angle punched the air from your lungs, and this time you couldn’t stop the ragged sob that tore out of your chest.
Caleb froze.
His rhythm faltered, then slowed to a cautious roll. “Baby?” The pet name cracked in his throat. He eased you back, palms framing your wet cheeks. “Hey, hey, look at me. Did I hurt you?”
You shook your head frantically, but the tears kept coming, spilling over his thumbs. Words tangled behind your teeth, drowned by hiccupping breaths.
“Talk to me,” he pleaded, voice uncharacteristically tense. You could see the panic flickering in his purple eyes as they searched for yours. “Where? Tell me where it hurts.”
“No I– I” you tried to explain but the sobs that shook your body kept interrupting you. It seemed like one tear was enough to break down everything you had bottled inside, all that burning and aching you had for him exploding at once. You didn’t even know how to put it in words anyways.
His hands stilled on your face, thumbs hovering as if touching you might shatter something fragile. You hadn’t seen that expression on his face for a while – nervous, unsure, even fearful. You could feel him scanning your body, gaze searching every possible bruise he might have left, every place he’d been too eager, too rough. His fingers trembled against your cheeks.
When you didn't answer he started to pull out slow and careful, scared the smallest movement might break you even further. However you locked your ankles behind his back and shook your head again, harder.
“No– no, stay– The words choked off into another sob.
His eyes snapped back to yours, filled with worry. “Then what is it?”
You felt the way his heart hammered against your ribs, frantic. “You’re crying, baby. You’re crying and I can’t–” His voice drops to a rough whisper. “I can’t fix what I can’t see.”
“It doesn’t–” A laugh-sob escaped as you tried again. “Caleb you didn’t hurt me. I just–” You pressed your forehead to his, trembling. “You’re here, you’re real, and... I love you so much it hurts.”
You could see the exact moment the tension in his shoulders melted. He looked back at you with soft eyes, a shaky exhale ghosting across your lips as he swept a fresh tear away.
“Love...” He pulled you back into his chest, one hand cradling the nape of your neck, the other splayed between your shoulder blades like he could shield you from the world. “You know I’m never going anywhere. Not without you.”
His hips stayed still now, grounding you instead of chasing release. You clung to him, face tucked under his jaw, letting the storm pass in the steady drum of his heartbeat against yours. He didn’t say anything, just held you tight and close as you calmed down.
After a while, your breathing evened. He pressed a kiss to your temple. “Better?”
You nodded, sniffling. “Mortified, but better.”
He chuckled, and you almost melted at his beautiful smile. “Crying because it feels too good? That’s definitely a new one.” His fingers traced idle circles on your back. “Next time warn a guy, Pips. Almost gave me a heart attack.”
You huffed a shaky laugh into his skin. “Shut up.”
“Make me,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. You shivered at his voice, remembering how minutes ago he was nothing but pants and whimpers against your ear.
He rocked you once, slow and deliberate, testing. “Sooo… still with me?”
You answered by tightening your arms around his neck and rolling your hips in return. “Always”
thank you for reading! working on Xavier's version :)
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tags : caleb x f!reader, suggestive, that turtleneck is doing things to me
“Babe, what’s…mmh-” Caleb all but nearly moans into your mouth as you pull him in and press your lips back against his, so hard that it almost knocks him off balance. Luckily, he’s able to catch himself against the wall, hand slamming right beside your head yet you’re too high on him too notice anything around you.
You’ve pounced on him as soon as he’s left the bedroom earlier, freshly showered, dressed up and reeking of cologne. The musky smell reeled you in like an aphrodisiac, yet if one were to ask you sincerely for the reason behind your sudden… eagerness, it was definitely that damn black turtleneck. He had barely made it out of the bedroom, ready to put his shoes on when you decided to distract him from his actual goal of getting ready for your lunch date.
The moment your head starts swimming, you finally decide to let go. Your head lolls back against the wall as you assess Caleb through heavy lidded eyes. His raw kissed lips, the pinkish hue dusting his skin all over his cheeks and ears, the drunk look in his glistening eyes… and that goddamn tight turtleneck. The way it strains over his chest, and accentuates his broad shoulders as well as those thick arms-
“What’s gotten into you all of a sudden, huh?” His hoarse voice makes your stomach flip as he leans in to nose along your neck, leaving a peck or two on the exposed skin there. “It can’t be that you still didn’t have enough? I think last night was pretty intense when we-”
Despite being a strong hunter, one would still wonder where you’ve got your strength from for you to easily pull a mass of a man like him solely by the belt loop on his dress pants in. So close that he has no other choice but to slot his thigh betweeb your own legs.
So close that you can feel how hard he already is.
“It’s just…” Your teeth dig into your lower lip as you carefully try to find the right words all while containing a love sick smile to stretch all over your face. Caleb’s own heart is doing summersaults once he notices the look on your face and can’t help but cup it in both his palms. “You look very, very, very good. Like this.”
“Yeah?” The word is barely a whisper as it tumbles off his lips, but with his forehead leaning against yours, you can hear him so clearly. “Then I guess we’ll have to stay at home this afternoon. Maybe even all day? Can’t risk getting ogled by other people when I look so very. very. good. Whatcha’ think, pretty girl?”
Your legs immediately wrapping around his waist are answer enough for him once he lifts you up, and carries you back to your bedroom.
Although, you make sure he keeps his clothes on a little longer than needed.
Xavier’s idol choreography is pushing an intense dry hump agenda rn
Thinking about him coming home from a mission he’d taken 3 days ago, the second he closed the door from your apartment he’s already thinking of how to get back home to you and when the day finally comes he lets himself in, swinging the door open and locking it behind him. That’s how you end up pressed into your couch in a heated makeout, a moment with tension that neither of you could pull away from. So to ease the ache Xavier’s hips start rolling desperately against your core in hopes that in some impossible scenario he’ll somehow break through the layers of your clothes and sheath his throbbing, twitching, cock into your soft gooey warmth just like how he’d fantasized from all those miles away. He’s in the perfect position to get what he wants, what he craves, however the allure that comes with the burning desire holds him back if not just for a moment .
Xavier’s idol choreography is pushing an intense dry hump agenda rn
caleb helps you after you pass out during sex!
summary: you pass out during sex and caleb helps you feel better when you wake up. he won’t rock your world anymore afterwards, scared he hurt you (he didn’t)
content: p in v, description of passing out, calebs kinda blaming himself
wc: 1,134
a/n: i passed out recently if you can’t tell, this is very self indulgent. it was NOT while i was getting crazy cracked though (i wish💔)
dick so good it puts you to sleep.. kind of?
your cheek was smushed against a pillow and you were drooling and whining into it as caleb rammed into you from behind, his hands holding your hips in a tight grip.
you were still in the process of getting over the flu, your body still slightly weak, but you hadn’t been able to stop yourself from jumping calebs bones after he came home all sweaty from a workout.
you moaned into the pillow, your stomach fluttering as he increased his pace. caleb held your hand behind your back gently, the simple action making the experience a million times more intimate for both of you.
“fuckk, pips, so pretty.” he moaned out, hand kneading the skin of your hip as he pressed into you harder.
you whined in response, words escaping you as your lower stomach tightened in the same familiar way that it did every time you two were together like this.
what wasn’t familiar though was the sudden fuzziness in your vision and the ringing in your ears that drowned out calebs mumbled praises.
you tried to push up onto your hands and knees with your one available hand in hopes that that might clear your head, but found yourself too weak to do so.
“‘leb-” caleb heard you mumble, thinking you were just moaning his name like usual. he hummed and thrust into you harder, his hips hitting your ass and making a slapping noise echo through the room.
“yeah baby? feels good?” his thumb softly rubbed the back of your hand.
you huffed out a breath and tried to lift your head, but it stayed firmly planted on the pillow like it was weighed down with bricks.
caleb was rambling about how he was about to cum in your sweet pussy when your hand relaxed in his and your torso was slipping down towards the bed, which was unusual. he knew you well. too well, you might argue. he knew normally when you were close you gripped his hand and tensed up, you never let go of his hand and relaxed your body.
he frowned and tapped your hip gently. “pips?”
with no response he pulled out of you gently and let go of your hand and hip. with nothing holding you up now, you flopped forward against the bed.
calebs heart rate spiked when he saw you laying limp on the bed, his mind sharpening as he looked you over. he flipped you over onto your back, rubbing your cheek gently in an attempt to get you to wake up.
as he stroked your soft skin, he noticed that you were visibly paler than normal. “hey- hey, baby. shit did you pass out? what did i do-”
with no reaponse from you, he gently pulled your hair away from your face and neck, seeing sweat starting to form on the nape of your neck and your hairline. he looked at the clock on the wall and devided that if you weren’t awake in the next minute he would call an ambulance.
when you started to come back to, your head was spinning something fierce. it took you a long moment to orient yourself in the room, lifting your arm up to rub your eyes, the limb heavier than you’d ever felt it.
“ughh.” you groan and look to your side where caleb looks down at you nervously. “cay?”
“hi pretty. you passed out, do you feel alright?” he asks slowly, enunciating the words just in case your brain is still muddled from being unconscious.
you swallow, your throat dry and scratchy. “need wat-”
before you can finish the sentence, caleb is helping you sit up slowly, supporting your back and holding a glass of cold water to your lips. “drink slowly so you don’t choke.”
you drink half the glass of water, ending up with water dribbling from your mouth. caleb wipes the water from your chin after setting the glass down. “feelin’ alright now?”
he gently fluffs the pillows behind you before leaning you back against them carefully.
you nod and lean your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your nose against his warm neck and causing goosebumps to rise in your wake. “mhm. i’m sorr-”
“huh, weird, i must’ve gotten something stuck in my ear- i knooow i’m not hearing my beautiful, sweet, perfect wife apologizing for passing out.” caleb interrupts, peppering kisses against the top of your head.
“no apologizin’ for that, yeah? i’m wayyy more worried about you being okay than us finishing what we started.”
you sigh in relief, melting into him, appreciative of how understanding he was. your skin was starting to lose the prickling sensation and your vision and hearing were returning to normal.
after a few minutes of quiet cuddling filled with caleb softly running his fingers up and down your arm and you leaving soft kisses on his neck in thanks, you spea. “i’m okay, really. i think the position got to me, blood going to my head, y’know? plus im still getting over being sick, soo that probably didn’t help.”
he nodded and looked down at you, hair falling in his eyes slightly. “let’s set up a safeword. ooorr a secret-sex-stopping handshake just in case this becomes a habit.” he jokes before his voice takes on a serious tone that you rarely get to hear. “i can’t handle thinking i hurt you again.”
the two of you pondered about safewords and handshakes for a bit, giggling at the ridiculous suggestions made on both sides. in the middle of caleb listing off types of aircrafts you could use for a safeword, he looks down at you only to find you asleep.
caleb held you through the night, continually checking on you to make sure you were alright. despite your reassurances that you were fine, he was still worried about your sudden fainting. he kept a thumb on the pulse point of your neck, holding his breath to count your heartbeats to make sure your heart wasn’t racing.
for weeks caleb was unnecessarily cautious in bed, always quadruple checking that you knew the safe word, the sex-stopping handshake- because you would definitely use that- and he made sure you knew to tell him if anything was off.
anytime you shifted a bit during sex or you made a sound that indicated more pain than pleasure, he would immediately stop and badger you with questions- “are you okay?” “want me to stop?” “need a break?”.
after he stopped sex three times in one round to check on you, you finally snapped at him. “caleb xia if you don’t stop treating me like i’m made of glass i swear i will banish you to the couch and make you listen to me fuck my dildo all night.”
…yeah, that fixed your sex life real quick.
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a/n pt2: lets pls just ignore that you normally pass out bc of blood going away from your head quickly, not the opposite (what happened in this….)😟um. i have no excuse for doing it backwards, i forgot !! so, ermmm oopsies? also i normally post in the mornings but yolo happy evening!
୨୧ — The room reeks of sex, a hazy den of endless indulgence where time's lost all meaning. Caleb's been relentless, his gravity evol pinning you down just enough, but not so much that you can't writhe beneath him.
He's fucked you dumb for hours -maybe days, who knows?- each thrust a punishing rhythm that turns your thoughts to brainless mush. Your pussy's a syrupy mess, clenching around him like a gummy vice, strangling his thick cock as he pounds into you over and over and over again.
Condoms litter the floor like discarded battle trophies, some slumped on the bed's edge, their translucent skins bulging with his spent loads, leaking pearly trails onto the sheets. You've lost count of how many he's gone through, each one ripped open in frantic haste, rolled on with a crooked grin, only to be filled and flung aside.
But now, the box is empty…
Caleb doesn't pause, doesn't even warn you. His purple eyes growing darker with obsession, the one he's hidden for so long behind brotherly teases and protective smiles…
He lines up bare, the hot, veined length of him pressing against your puffy folds, and slides in raw for the first time.
Oh god, the difference hits like an explosion- skin on skin, no barrier to dull the feeling of your slick tight walls, every ridge and vein dragging inside you, shaping your cunt to his shape. Your tongue lolls out, eyes crossing as your mind fractures, too blissed out to process why it feels so much deeper, so much more invasive. It's like he's reshaping you from the inside.
He groans low, hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt, “We ran out of rubbers... and I didn't hear any complaints… so I figured…” His voice is laced with that calculated coldness he saves for the fleet, but softened by the love only you can ignite. Then he delivers one hard, deliberate thrust, his cockhead kissing your cervix like it's begging for entry to your womb- demanding it.
You swear you feel him in your belly, a bulging pressure that makes your toes curl and your back arch, like he's fucking straight into your guts, churning up your insides. Fuck. You just know you’ll never be the same after this… never want to use rubbers again or ever want another cock.
“P-Pregnant... could get... pregnant,” you babble, words slurring through the haze, your body betraying you with another desperate clench, milking him all sweet and needy.
He chuckles softly, that playful tone from your shared childhood. Leaning down, he presses a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose, his arm bracing beside your head while his other hand traces your trembling thigh, “Would that be so bad, Pips?”
The question hangs, and in your fucked out stupor, you wonder…would it? The thought blooms warm in your chest, chasing away the fog just enough for clarity. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper, locking him in place as if to say yes, fill me, keep going until I’m pregnant with your baby.
He smiles then, that approachable, friendly smile with adoration, his dark hair tousled and damp, “I take that as a no, it wouldn’t be so bad?” His tone is teasing, but his eyes sparkle with triumph.
Through teary lashes, you meet his gaze, blushing furiously- a sweet, vulnerable flush that reminds him of the innocent girl who used to take his hand and follow him from playground days.
You nod, slow and certain, and that's all he needs.
discovering a kink you never knew caleb had
you never knew caleb had a thing for squirting.
hell, you didn’t even know you could do it yourself.
it all hit you like a freight train that night, tangled up in his bed, sweat-slicked sheets twisted around your legs.
you’d been fucking for what felt like hours — his thick cock slamming into you missionary style, your thighs spread wide, knees hooked over his hips as he pounded relentlessly.
every thrust stretched your soaked pussy to its limits, the obscene squelch of your juices filling the air.
you were a mess already, clit throbbing from the way he’d been rubbing it earlier with his thumb, your walls clenching greedily around him like they were trying to milk him dry.
but then it built — this weird, unfamiliar pressure deep in your core, like you had to piss but way more intense, bubbling up from your bladder and radiating through your swollen folds.
it scared you a little, made your body tense. “caleb — fuck, slow down-” you gasped, your voice breaking as you clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into his sweat-drenched skin.
“i feel… something weird building up, like, really weird.. slow down, baby—”
his eyes lit up like you’d just handed him the keys to paradise.
that hungry, feral grin spread across his face, all teeth and sin, and instead of slowing, the bastard motivated himself.
“oh yeah? that’s it, baby girl.” he growled low and nasty, voice rough as gravel. “don’t you hold back on me.” before you could protest, his strong arms wrapped around you like iron bands, yanking your body flush against his.
he locked you in tight — chest to chest, your tits squished against his pecs, his hips pinning yours down so you couldn’t squirm away.
one hand gripped your ass cheek hard, fingers bruising the flesh as he spread you wider, the other tangled in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat for his teeth.
he went feral after that, jackhammering into you faster, harder — his cock pistoning like a machine.
“come on baby..” he snarled against your neck, biting down just hard enough to draw a whimper.
“i can feel it — you’re gonna fucking explode all over my dick.” the pressure skyrocketed, your bladder screaming, you thrashed in his grip, but he held you immobile, fucking you through it.
“fuck—caleb, i can’t—” you wailed, your voice a broken sob.
and then it hit—that feeling bursting inside you, your pussy convulsed violently around his cock, walls fluttering and squeezing as a gush of hot fluid erupted from you.
you felt it everywhere — your juices running down you, pooling under your ass, making everything slippery and filthy.
“fuuuuck..” caleb groaned, eyes wild with lust as he watched it happen, feeling the warm flood coat his shaft mid-thrust.
he didn’t stop—kept railing you through the orgasm, his cock churning your squirting pussy into a frothy mess, white cream from your arousal foaming at the base.
“Pipsqueak, please!”
Tears were leaking down his flushed cheeks, wrists sore from where he had repeatedly tugged at the handcuffs keeping him to your bedframe. “Shut it, slut.” You spit the words at him, no real venom behind them but the effect was all the same. Caleb moaned, raw and deep as you plunged his cock back into the pocket pussy.
“You’re a bad dog, y’know. Having this behind my back and all.”
You had come home early with the intent of surprising your lover. Only to find him naked in your shared bed, cock stuffed in a fake pussy, his head buried in your pillow.
“Such a needy slut, Caleb. Couldn’t wait for me?” Your pace is brutal for someone who’s already cum six times into the silicone toy. Sooner or later he’d start shooting blanks if you didn’t ease up. “I-I said I was sorry!” This flush had spread to his pecs, covered in your teeth indents as added punishment.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it, slut.” You purr the insult, feeling his cock twitch violently inside the toy. “You’re a fucking pervert, Caleb. Went out and bought yourself a fake pussy because you can’t have your dick stuffed in mine all the time?” You squeeze hard enough that his back arches off the mattress. The sight is humiliating.
“Y-yes!” he was cumming again, flooding the toy with his release. You kept pumping, watching the pearly liquid gush around his base. Toys weren’t off limits for you two, you really didn’t mind that he owned such a thing considering you owned a few dildos. But you couldn't pass up this opportunity to have the upper hand.
“Pipsqueak, please… mercy… I can’t take it…” His lips were swollen from biting so hard, tears still flowing freely. “Too bad, Caleb. I’m not satisfied with your punishment yet.” And you started moving it again, pumping just as aggressively as before, ripping a strangled scream from his throat as overstimulation turned painful.
“You wanted a fake pussy so bad, so you’re going to fuck it until I’m satisfied.” You were silently digging your own grave and you knew it. Caleb would get you back for this tenfold, but it’d take him a good long while to recover from this first. “Pipsqueak, please it hurts so much… I-agh-I can’t do it anymore!” but his hips are thrusting up to meet the pocket pussy, thighs trembling as he ruts into your hand.
“You can and you will, Caleb. You’ll be a good little slut and take your punishment. Don’t think I forgot all the times you returned the favor." He could only whimper, looking at you with tear filled puppy-dog eyes. “Pips…” but you were standing your ground, a wicked grin on your face as you cupped his balls and squeezed.
The noise that came out of him nearly made you laugh, his head tossing back and bed frame creaking dangerously as he yanked on the handcuffs. “Shut up and take it like a good boy, Caleb.“
Oct.21st Caleb & Humiliation/overstim — Masterlist
Thinking abt Xavier’s fat cock destroying my guts when we were supposed to be going to bed and him buying me a smoothie at Wawa after <3
“xavier…” ⋆。°✩
KINKTOBER 2025: UNCANNY PUPPY — CALEB
sypnosis. deciding to adopt an injured wolf-dog you found by the side of the road, things take a turn for the weird when you find footprints instead of pawprints in your newly tilled soil...
— tags. wolf-dog!hybrid caleb, farm!AU, male masturbation, collars, leashes, femdom, power switch, rutting, breeding kink, dubcon, cervix fucking, multiple rounds, slight overstim, caleb and reader were adopted together, branding
— dawn says. third (??) kinktober is here! so excited to kick it off with some puppyleb 🐶 hope you enjoy!! <3
kinktober 2025 | A03
There’s a certain… strangeness … about this dog you rescued one freezing night while out delivering errands for the townspeople of Uncanny Valley.
You’d think you were just being paranoid—if you hadn’t caught him sitting like a human, or walking upright when he thought you weren’t looking.
Oh my god yes? The plot was so good made me feel like I was reading an actual skinwalker story in the beginning the horror elements definitely stood out in the best way and I love how they didn’t go away completely they only settled SO GOOD
NSFW 18+
Thinking abt Xavier who sets up a movie night for the two of you.
There’s a sequel to one of your favorite movies that just came out and you finally had time off to watch it with him. He’d taken you out to dinner and brought you back to his apartment.
The coffee table was littered with your favorite snacks and candies and the couch had blankets folded up neatly for you to use. He’d picked the ones you took a liking to whenever you’d visit him. The windows were cracked and the crisp night breeze cooled the room.
He’d set the movie on the tv and gave you the volume remote to adjust to your liking. It was smooth sailing from there…
…except he wasn’t watching the movie. He was more concerned with gliding his fingers through the sloppy crevice of your cunt. His fingers make a filthy squelch as he dips the tips of them into your aching hole, trailing them all the way back to circle your puffy clit.
“Xavier—Xavier please!” You’d cry out to him. But his slow and thorough pace was unrelenting.
“Watch the movie.” He’d say coolly, but his body betrays him when you squirm in his lap, your hips catching his raging boner in a way that makes him sigh heavily into your ear. He wraps an arm around your front and your back presses against his chest in an attempt to keep you from fidgeting. “Be good and stay still.”
wearing his shirt, sitting in bed, legs spread apart and mouth agape as you watch him eat you out
Men who get extremely hard when you take care of them, but are chewing them out in the process
He’s nodding his head as you’re telling him to take better care of himself, but his bruised lips are coming closer to yours and his hand is sneaking its way up your shirt.