cynnkk

[cynnkk]

rawest fucking hozier lyrics in no particular order:

i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight

heat of her breath in my mouth; im alive

i’d be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground

idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword

and when the earth is trembling on some new beginning with the same sweet shock of when adam first came

every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside

the stench of the sea and the absence of green are the death of all things that are seen and unseen

if I was born as a blackthorn tree i’d wanna be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies

some like to imagine the dark caress of someone else, I guess any thrill will do

before the wave hits, marveling at god; before he feels alone one final time and marries the sea

betray the moon as acolyte on first and fierce affirming sight

i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me, I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me

screaming the name of a foreigner’s god; the purest expression of grief

sweet and right and merciful, i’m all but washed in the tide of her breathing

but you don’t know the hell you put me through; to have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you

so i try to talk refined for fear that you find out how i’m imagining you

my head was war, my skin was soaked, I called your name ‘til the fever broke

be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking

remember me, love, when i’m reborn as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

[cynnkk]

synopsis ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ you talk about your husband like he is a dream and, frankly, your coworkers think that you are making him up. that is until your husband shows up.

you talked about your husband all the time.

nanami this nanami that

“oh, my husband makes the best lunchboxes”

“he stayed up to help me with my report”

“he walks me to the station when i stay late”

you weren’t annoying about it. not really. just a little too consistent. always saying things like “he’ll pick me up after work today, we’re going to get pastries!” and showing off texts that made your coworkers tilt their heads and squint.

kento nanami sounded fake.

a little too nice. a little too attentive.

and when you tacked on the fact that he was hot — “blond, tall, glasses, kinda quiet but really handsome, you know?” — people at work started to think that maybe you were pulling everyone’s leg.

just a little.

not out of malice — no, never that — but maybe you were lonely. maybe you just needed a sweet little fantasy to get you through the day. who could blame you?

because no way someone like nanami existed. not the way you described him. it just didn’t sound real. not in this world. not in this economy.

but you never let up.

you beamed like a lovesick fool when your phone lit up with his name. you refused to make afterwork plans on fridays because that was “friday pasta night with kento.” you sighed wistfully every time someone so much as mentioned a bakery and then whispered, “kento always remembers my favorite,” like you were in some fairytale.

you weren’t smug about it either. it was just… relentless. like you were trying to manifest it into reality.

and maybe it would’ve stayed harmless water cooler gossip — “hey, what do you think her husband actually looks like?” or “maybe it’s just her roommate who makes all the food?” — if you hadn’t mentioned that he’d be picking you up from work one day soon.

“he’s on leave,” you’d said, head bent over a spreadsheet, smiling to yourself. “wants to take me out for dinner. he’ll be here early. maybe you’ll see him.”

you said it innocently. with that dreamy lilt you always got when his name was on your tongue.

but that set off everyone.

bets were placed. theories floated. some said he’d never show. others swore they’d catch you whispering to your reflection in the hallway like a crazy person. one guy from accounting said he saw you with a facetime open to a picture of a k-pop idol and he swore it was nanami. it was all harmless. mostly.

people just didn’t believe it.

until the elevator doors slid open.

and nanami stepped out.

he wore a tan wool coat, fitted slacks, button-up half undone at the throat — all that fine-tuned, elegant masculinity that seemed sculpted into place. hair slicked back, wristwatch glinting, and an expression that was all quiet restraint, the kind that turned heads on instinct.

and his eyes — sharp, deep, familiar — scanned the room once, then softened the moment he saw you.

“you ready, sweetheart?” he asked.

your coworkers went silent.

someone dropped their pen.

you lit up instantly. grinned, grabbed your bag, waved at everyone with a cheery, “see you tomorrow!” like this wasn’t the most monumental moment of vindication in the history of your office.

nanami took your coat from you before you even shrugged it off fully. guided you with a hand on the small of your back. leaned in and brushed a kiss to your temple so naturally that your coworker audibly gasped.

he glanced up then. noticed the sea of frozen faces.

“good evening,” he said politely, like he didn’t just obliterate the collective doubt of your entire floor with one gentle peck.

you left with him. smiling, chatting, looping your arm through his as he opened the door and held it for you.

and behind you — a stunned, stunned silence.

“…so,” someone whispered, finally. “that was nanami?”

“the nanami?” another croaked.

“that man’s real?”

“she wasn’t even exaggerating,” came the hollow, awe-struck reply. “she was under-selling him.”

and in the elevator, nanami turned to you and smiled, faint but amused. “you were right,” he murmured, “they really didn’t believe i existed.”

you snorted and leaned into his side. “i told you. now they’ll think i made you in a lab.”

“i wouldn’t be bothered by that,” he said, tugging you closer, kissing your knuckles as the doors closed. “you did a perfect job, if so.”

[cynnkk]

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Rafayel’s face was buried between your legs, his tongue lapping at your soaked folds with desperation. His fingers dug into your thighs, holding you open as if he couldn’t bear to be even a fraction of an inch away from you. His moans vibrated against your clit, low and broken, each sound filled with lust and helplessness.

He was rutting against the mattress, hips rolling frantically as he ground his aching cock into the sheets. His body trembled, sweat slicking his skin as he tried and failed to hold himself back. Every time you gasped, every time your hips bucked against his mouth, his moans grew louder, more pathetic, like the pleasure he gave you unraveled him further.

“Please” he whined, voice muffled by your pussy. His tongue flicked over your clit, then circled it, his lips sucking just enough to make your thighs squeeze around his head. “Wanna make you cum—wanna feel you cum f-for me…”

But he couldn’t stop humping the bed. Couldn’t stop grinding himself down, his cock leaking pre-cum and smearing it into the fabric with every needy thrust. He was making such a mess, staining the sheets, the friction not nearly enough to satisfy him but he kept chasing it anyway, like he had no choice.

“Rafayel” you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair, yanking hard enough to make him whimper. He didn’t pull away. If anything, he pressed his face closer, tongue plunging into you as his nose bumped against your clit, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.

“Feels so good” he gasped between frantic licks, rutting faster, more desperately, his cock throbbing against the sheets. “Y-Your taste, fuck, I c-can’t—” His voice cracked, and he sobbed against you, overwhelmed and wrecked, body shaking as he chased his own release while trying so desperately to give you yours.

“Such a good boy” you cooed, and he keened at the praise, grinding harder, his body utterly wrecked by the need to please you. “Making yourself cum while you eat me out… are you really that pathetic?”

He nodded, the motion jerky, frantic, his tongue never stopping. He was falling apart right there, rutting against the bed like he didn’t even care how he looked, completely lost in you. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth working against you mixed with the soft, stuttering cries he couldn’t hold back.

And when you finally came undone beneath him, your thighs trembling around his face, he moaned so loud it was almost pornographic. His hips jerked erratically, cock twitching as he spilled all over the sheets with a broken cry, his body trembling as he rutted through his orgasm, dragging every last drop of pleasure from himself like he didn’t care how overstimulated he was.

He kept licking you, kept sucking your clit, his body shaking violently as he whined against you, still desperate to wring another orgasm out of you even as he melted into a trembling mess.

“Please…” he whimpered, voice hoarse and slurred, his breath warm and wet against your skin. “I—I can keep going…”

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[cynnkk]

ronové likes pretty things. you don't want to catch his attention but, alas, you do. how do you get out?

as a devil of abaddon, he has to adhere to very strict rules and he can't get out unsupervised or chaos ensues. like, we're talking about the end of times. so how does he pass the time? he collects... things.

ronové is maniacally obsessed with order. he has categorised his "souvenirs" and spoils of war based on weight and colour. you touch his collection, you die. however, the most prized possession in all of hell, you, aren't up for grabs and we know he hates it.

he's deranged and he won't stop at anything to get what he wants, that's why you HAVE to have security and bodyguards with you at all times whenever you enter abaddon. he can't get to you. no one in abaddon should get to you honestly if you want to live to see another day.

but what a fate would be ending up in his cell. he'd pluck and analyse every single part of your body and keep them sealed in jars. even worse, what happens if his special power gets activated? multiple clones of him waiting to pounce on you? a predator prey dynamic so scary even glasyalabolas would think twice before doing anything, and that's saying something.

don't let him catch you alone, you're not making it out

[cynnkk]

Whb request from oomfie 🤗

[cynnkk]

You're in the middle of one of those playful arguments again—he's smirking like he's got something to prove, chest puffed out, tossing out cocky lines like “You really think you're gonna be the one in charge tonight?”

You let him talk. Let him play tough. Let him push you back onto the bed like he's about to take control. It's cute, really. The way his eyes sparkle like he's got the upper hand. Its funner to let him think that way.

Then your hand comes up to his throat—gentle, just enough pressure to remind him who’s really calling the shots—and suddenly his whole act shatters underneath you.

That confident grin melts into parted lips and breathless little whines, hips twitching like he can’t decide whether to lean in or fall apart. His fingers curl around your wrist like he doesn’t want you to stop.

Which he doesnt.

You lean in close, whisper against his ear, “Still wanna wrestle, baby?” And he whimpers.

Boys like him weren’t made to fight for control. They were made to be undone—one touch, one command, one look—and if he wants to pretend first, fine. You’ll let him. But the second you stop playing, he knows exactly where his place is.

And you? You’ll make sure he understands why.

[cynnkk]

belphegor's vibes are all over the place but he's a strong mf I'll tell you that. man woke up and leveled down towns with a blink, chose (read: forced) a devil to act on his behalf (beleth) and went back to sleep. what. the king of sloth indeed. listlessness personified. he doesn't give a damn. and he's able to manipulate reality??? fear this man.

his power is passively keeping vassago, agares' HALLUCINATIONS, tangible.

sleeper build fr fr.

he ain't saying shit to agares tho, to whom he promised he'll make king after all of this is said and done but when will that ever be???? I'd say he's just messing with him but that's more beleth,, the king simply doesn't care enough to tell him. I repeat, fear this man.

don't let the banter he shares with his subordinates fool you. this dude runs a military dictatorship from a fuck ass room where he sleeps all day but one word and you're gone, erased from existence. scary mf.

[cynnkk]

You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

[cynnkk]

agares' backstory is so sad. he was left to die as a kid, hallucinated his way into adulthood, deluded himself into thinking he'll become king bc there's no way he suffered that much for no reason, right? put his life on the line for years to defend the land and one day fucking belphegor wakes up and levels down towns with a BLINK.

belphegor even has the audacity to say that he'll help him become king after everything is "done". what does that even mean?? why did he even wake up if he didn't want to do anything 😭 I'll give him a little credit tho,, he did leave agares alone in his mansion :/

when confronted, agares was ready to die but belphegor ended the conflict swiftly, with no casualties. he must have understood then that he couldn't fight against him.

by the looks of it, agares isn't going to get anything in the end, even after he tried so hard to show everybody that he's capable to stand on his own. even vassago, his loyal servant, is a fragment of his own imagination kept alive by belphegor himself and he doesn't even know it. he really is alone in the world.

[cynnkk]

sylus loving you quietly

❀ sylus loving you quietly; leaving you an umbrella at the front door with a note written in scarlet ink: i heard the forecast was for rain.

❀ sylus loving you quietly; dragging himself out of bed as he hears your hunter’s boots echo in the hallway, sleepy eyes and messy hair as he trudges into the kitchen, finding himself standing half-asleep at the coffee machine with his cheek pressed lazily against your shoulder as he asks you about your day. “did i wake you?” “no my darling, i was awake anyway.”

❀ sylus loving you quietly; helping you hang out the laundry on a hot summer afternoon, hiding socks with his evol as you scramble around the garden, wondering how in the world socks can just disappear into think air. his soft laughter carries across the sky and into the clouds.

❀ sylus loving you quietly; slow dancing in the living room, barefoot, two dwindling glasses of wine on the mahogany coffee table as he sways your hips to an old jazz vinyl you picked up for him in a flea market. he treasures it. dusts it everyday and checks for scratches because it means the world to him that you found it and immediately thought of him.

❀ sylus loving you quietly; secretly writing sonnets dedicated to you in a leather-bound notebook at midnight, his glasses perched on his nose as he hums, tapping his pen against his temple, wondering if metaphors can even do you justice.

❀ sylus loving you quietly; kneeling down to un-strap your stiletto heels from your tired feet, gently slipping them off and replacing them with soft fluffy slippers he brought as a back up because he knew you would need them by the end of the night. he kisses your knee that peeks out from under the silk of the dress he had tailored for you, loving the feeling of your soft skin against his lips.

[cynnkk]

happy Barely Keeping It Together Wednesday to all who celebrate

[cynnkk]

[cynnkk]

“Why are you scared of dating” I’m not scared of dating, I just haven’t found anyone’s company to be more enjoyable than my own. And also I don’t care

[cynnkk]

HOW DID I GET THE LEVIATHAN BLOOSHED CARD THE NEXT MF DAY??? WHAT LUCK IS THIS???? two lucky free pulls back to back?????

the whb deities (algorithms) are at WORK

?????????? how did I get leviathan attacker??????????

fuck belphegor it's me and you leviathan

[cynnkk]

Me next, Please!

context. they ask you to be rough!

ft. satoru gojo, suguru geto, nanami kento, choso kamo, ino takuma, ryomen sukuna, toji fushiguro

txt. shit its been a while since the last smau, sorry gang. but i have some ideas up my sleeve in correlation to this one 😈 also i may have deleted my app by accident....

satoru gojo.

suguru geto.

nanami kento.

choso kamo.

ino takuma.

toji fushiguro.

ryomen sukuna.

[cynnkk]

I WON'T BITE.

synopsis. you find caleb up late at night watching some video, turns out youre into it as much as he is.

cw. fem!reader , sub!caleb, degradation, p in v (stay protected girliepops), oral (giving), whiny caleb, unaware voyuerism, masturbation, usage of ‘baby’ ‘princess’, dog in heat caleb, light bdsm, caleb is so pathetic

add ons. i heard people like whiny caleb so lets see if thats true, thanks for 600 pipsquirters hehe

wc. 2.4k

sometimes, when you're quiet enough you hear something in caleb's room. you were always scared to check out what exactly he was doing - due to the door either being shut and locked or it sounding intense so you didn't want to disturb him. after all, curiosity did kill the cat and this time you didn't want to be the cat.

it wasn't until one faithful night, you were supposed to be sleep but the rustling of the tree's and the sound of the rain dawned down on you. it was hard to sleep with all the noise, and frankly you knew that just closing your eyes and counting to 100 wasn't going to get you anywhere.

you tip-toed your way to the kitchen, trying to be as silent as you can. you thought maybe, caleb was sleep soundly. his dreams overtaking his mind while the sounds of pouring rain and trees clashing together soothed him. you could only envy how much of a deep sleeper he was.

going into the fridge you grabbed cold water, gulping it down before brushing past caleb's room to get to the living room. if you can't sleep, you might as well watch some TV. you could pass time and ignore the rumbling of the thunder and the brightness of the lightning that only flashed seconds after each grumble.

that was, until you heard a faint noise from caleb's room. at first it was suspicious to you, then your interest grew. you crept gently towards the rustling room and looked at the door. it was open enough for you to peek in, which was new at a time like this. at this time, his door would be shut. keeping both you and any possible intruders out while a little sign hung from his door going "OUT OF SERVICE COME BACK LATER" as a sign that he was either asleep, busy or away.

but there was no sign, and there was an open door.

you couldn't help but peek in, looking around the room. you could make out the sight if you squinted. it was caleb, he was on his phone. he stared down at it so intently, while two headphones plugged his ear from any and all sounds. his face flushed a pink, and his body jolted in the way your eyes didn't adjust to yet.

so you leaned in, inspecting the shadow-figure of caleb. deciphering every movement of his. that's when you saw it. his hands grabbed around his cock, pumping it at a pace which made his lips spill with whimpers and low muffled moans from the cotton of his shirt that filled his mouth. his arms flexing with every thrust and his eyes rolling back while he gathered a steady pace for himself.

your face felt hot, and your body lingered with a feeling of warmth. you legs involuntarily shuffling to squeeze your thighs together as you drunk up the sight of him. you pushed the door slightly, trying to get a closer view - but Caleb was quick to perk up looking straight at your shadow.

he scrambled to get himself put together, pulling up his clothes and jumping up out of his bed. he moved towards you quickly, his breath heavy as his chest heaved up and down. "pips," he chirped, "uh, ha, 'whaddya doing up at a time like this? miss me haha? here let me go to the bathroom and we can watch something okay? you can pick the movie." not letting you get a word out he shuffled past you and headed for the bathroom obviously embarrassed from just thinking you saw anything.

and you saw everything.

you moved in his room, noticing the phone that sat on his bed. you picked it up and settled down on his bed, typing in your birthday which is obviously his pass code, and looking through his phone. you stumbled on the website he was on, looking at it. oh. oh. you watched as the women degraded the men they had. how easy it was for these women to make their boyfriends get down and do what they want. was that what caleb was into? it was definitely different then what you two usually did.

heavy footsteps filled the room as it got closer to caleb’s room. you scrolled, ignoring them until you heard a “hey,” at the doorway. you looked up, caleb stood there. dumbfounded almost. he walked over to you with his hand out, asking for his phone back. and you just stared.

“do you want to do this?” you asked, setting the phone down on the bed, he tried to reach for it and you pulled it away. “give me my phone, pips.” he said softly, avoiding your eyes. you sucked your teeth, putting the phone in your shirt, placing it safely between your bra and your chest. caleb could only stand up, his eyes looking down in embarrassment.

the visual being almost eye candy for you. you stood up and grabbed his face, forcing his eyes to look at yours. “what’s the matter big guy? why are you acting shy now? you were just palming yourself to the thought of me practically calling you a stupid mutt.” his eyes flickered from your face, to your chest then to the floor. he let out a low whine from your words, his hands shaking.

“it’s okay,” you coo’d softly, caressing his face gently before moving your hand away. smack. your hands swiftly made their way across caleb’s cheek — looking up at him. he let out a moan, his body tensing. shame waved over his face, while his head turned away from you. with that, you looked down at his pants.

he got hard from that.

it only made you scoff, looking up at him almost laughing. “are you serious? did you just get fucking hard? off a slap? you really are a pathetic dog.” your eyes rolling — you scanned his body for any signs for you to stop, for a sign that you’re over-doing it, yet there was nothing. just to make sure, you turned. your hair swaying as you started to make your way to his door. “it’s late, you should get some slee - ” before you could finish you felt something grab your arm, you turned your head and it was caleb.

his eyes were doozy. he looked at you like he needed you, his face red but avoiding you and your eyes like it was plague. “you can’t — you can’t just leave me like this baby, please.” he whined. it was like music to your ears. you swatted his hand away and moved closer to him. pushing him on his bed.

your hands rubbed against the fabric of his sweats, glancing and grazing against his boner. “say it then, baby. come on, tell me how much you want me to call you names,” your lips finding his neck, and then his face. he tasted sweet - and his face was beautiful. his hips rolled at the feeling of your hands, small whimpers falling off his lips. “how you want me to make you feel oh-so-good.” you were teasing him, being cruel to him, yet it felt so exhilarating.

caleb held on your waist, tugging softly. “please,” he begged. “please make me feel so fucking good, i’ll be a good boy i promise — i’ll — fuckfuckfuck your hand your hand,” he was practically slurring on his words, you backed away from his neck and looked at him. his body spread on the bed as you leaded close to him, your hand palming his clothed cock while he held you somewhat steady.

his whimpers made you soar. you didn’t know he could make such noises, while you also didnt know you could be this mean to him. “my hand? what is it? puppy’s ‘gonna cum?” you coo’d. caleb’s gaze lingering on your hands while his hips squirmed and wiggled for more friction. he nodded his heads, hazed and dumbed.

“come on baby, you can cum for me.” you hum, in return caleb let out a guttural moan. his hips spurting while his now light-grey sweats stained with a darker color. you placed a kiss on the top of his forehead, then moved away from him. taking a step back you got down on your legs and spread his open slowly pulling down his waist band to reveal a throbbing cock.

“fuck caleb, you’re pathetic.” you groan, looking up at him before your mouth kissed the tip of his leaking head. “i wonder how many times you’ve gotten off to the thought of me doing this,” you hummed, fondling his balls while he whimpered, his eyes glossy. “how many times you’ve came to the thought of me using you for my pleasure, makes you feel real good, right?” you could see the tears form on his face as he nodded. “i’ve - ah mph, always thought of you doing this to me.” he whimpered.

you soon took him in your mouth, relaxing your jaw as you licked and sucked him. he was big, kissing the back of your throat while you sent vibrations through him. your head going at a steady pace as caleb held back the urge to take your head and absolutely demolish you. “oh god - you feel so good princess you do, really, i’ll be good for you - all good oh fuck,” he was stupid.

you picked up your pace, your hands now stroking him while you sucked him off. you could feel him tense, pounding in your mouth while you made him feel like heaven and earth combined.

“fuck, ‘m gonna cum is that okay? please? let me cum in your mouth please,” he looked down at you, his hands holding on your head while you hummed in approval. his hips pounding in your mouth, kissing every inch of your throat and violating you, his hips bucking before hearing a ‘pop!’

you opened your mouth, his tip leaking all over your face. “such a nasty dog.” you got up, wiping your face before holding his face, and opening his mouth kissing him with your cum filled lips. “taste yourself, don’t you taste so good?” you tease, moving on top of his lap.

“come on doggy, undress me.” you roll your eyes, and caleb takes no time doing as he’s told. he started with your shirt, pulling it up over you and kissing your neck, down to your breasts while his hands hovered over your bra undoing them. his hands wandering down to your pants, shuffling your shorts off before pulling a free hand up to fondle your tit.

“so fucking beautiful” he mumbled, licking and kissing over you. his busy hand making its way down to your pantie before you slap him away. “nuh uh, not yet baby. you wanna cum right? be a good fucking boy.” your words sharp, caleb moved his hands away and you took your panties off.

“you’re gonna watch me prep myself. no touching, got it?” caleb’s eyes glazed over you, and you got straight to work. your fingers pushing your panties over before they rubbed on your nub. you let out a gasp and a moan - rubbing yourself and using your slick to make it easier.

your hands moved at the rhythm of your hips, your other arm using caleb’s shoulder for balance. it was horrid for caleb — he wanted you bad, and he wanted you now. yet you teased him, making him watch while he suffered the feeling of you twitching and shaking on top of him.

you slipped a digit in your sobbing cunt, then another. in and out at a slow pace, then speeding up. moving towards caleb ear you moaned for him. begging for him to make you feel good and to take you like the good puppy he was. how good you felt whenever he touched you. it made him shudder. your hips grinding against his cock, and he pulled you closer.

“so fucking nasty,” you moaned, your slit rubbing against his cock, while you now had both hands hold on to him, digging your nails in his back. “you’re so fucking nasty caleb,” you groaned. “jerking off to me — fuckfuck, you must’ve thought i couldn’t hear you? you fucking tease.” you couldn’t take it anymore.

your hips moved up, and you aligned your cunt with his cock, slowly going down feeling his dick fill you up so nicely. “oh, stupid mutt,” you held his face, tears down his eyes while your gazed never strayed from his, “you make me feel so good, the only thing you’re useful for baby,” you coo’d kissing his face. “fuck fuck can you hurry up and move??”

he obliged, his hips thrusting up in down, filling you then making you empty, you cried out, biting down on his nape making him moan in reply. “i know , i know im nasty” he whined out, stuttering as he rocked himself on you. “you’re just so fucking pretty i can’t help it baby,” he cried out. his hands having a firm grip on your hips making you roll on him.

you bounced on him, marked him, you needed him — you needed him to make you feel whole. “nothing without me, you’re nothing without me and you know this.” your kisses moving towards his face then his lips, “say it, say you’re nothing without me caleb” you whined.

caleb’s hips bucked forward, flipping you over and pushing his hips as close as he could to you. fuck, your eyes rolled back. you could feel his cock kiss your cervix, kiss every little part of your cunt. “i’m nothing without you, i’m yours, i need you,” he groaned, his pace picking up as his hands rubbed small circles on your crying nub.

“that’s it baby” you coo’d “work me real nice, good boy — that’s how you make me feel good.” your praises sent him over the moon, his hips buffering and his balls slapping nicely against your cunt making you both twitch in pleasure. you could feel him tense as he leaned down placing kisses over you.

“i’m close, come on make me cum, make me feel good come on” you held on his face, looking at his eyes. he was truly a beautiful sight. “cum with me okay baby? yeah you can do that for me right?” you coo’d, caleb whined in agreement. his hips rutting against you, before he stopped and twitched. his seed spilling everywhere in you while you both panted and moaned.

you stared at caleb, his breath heavy and eyes swollen. his necklace dangling before you pulled on it, bringing him down for a kiss.

if you knew this is what he was into, you would’ve peeked in his room a loooong time ago.

[cynnkk]

Devastating to read while ovulating.... 🙈