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EUPHORIA ! —LADS!MEN

⋆˚꩜.ᐟ : including: — MDNI , mentions of blowjob, riding, finishing in mouth, breeding, horny!ladsmen lol, xavier has a breeding kink ion make the rules, dom!reader in sylus, zaynes and raf's, intense smut, handjob, edging, I think thats everything lol [౨ৎ] synopsis: how the lads men are when they're overstimmed!

SYLUS.

It was rare when you got to see the big bad leader of the onichinyus like this— panting, moaning with beads of sweat trickling down his bare chest as you rode him slow. Hands tightly gripping the flesh of your hip, silver strands sticking to his forehead as you grinded slow onto him.

The smell of sex heavy and weighted in the air, a foreign but exciting feeling of control washing over you as Sylus groaned. The smirk on his lips quickly fading with one especially prominent drag of your hips that had him hissing. His head tipping further back against the pillows as your cunt pulsed around you.

You've never seen him so...willingly submissive?

Even if he wasn't begging you to fuck him, this was a new state of lust you've never seen Sylus in before and you were determined to have your fun with this—despite your own overstimulation from previous rounds.

“Sweetie you..you can’t move like—” his words cut off with a sharp gasp, his wit tripping over itself as your hips rolled again, slower this time, deeper. His grip on your waist faltered, fingers twitching before digging back in, like he needed the anchor to keep from completely falling apart beneath you.

A giggle, breathless and taunting, slipped from your lips. “What’s the matter, Sy? Sensitive? Is it too much for you?” Your voice sweet like honey as your eyes flinted down at him, watching the muscles in his jaw clench as Sylus's chest rose and fell quickly

Red eyes flicked up at you through the silver strands stuck to his damp forehead, pupils blown, lips twitching up in a hot smirk to retort—but the only sound he managed was a broken moan that vibrated from deep in his chest when your walls squeezed around him.

“Oh? Nothing smart to say? That’s a first—I didn’t think I fucked you dumb already.” Your voice dripped honey and sin, every syllable deliberate as you dragged your hips down harder, slower, grinding in a way that had his cock twitching inside your gummy walls.

Sylus let out a low, breathless laugh, head tipping back against the pillows as his eyes raked over you. “Someone's got a mouth on them tonight…” he rasped, though the smirk tugging at his lips faltered into another shaky moan when your walls clenched tight around him. Red eyes burned into you, heavy and unrelenting, as if he could pin you down with just the way he looked you over.

The delicious drag of him stretching you just right tore a breathless whimper from your own lips as you leaned down, mouth brushing close to his ear. Your warm breath fanning over his skin, “Says the one who’s been moaning my name for the past 2 hours …” You tilted your head, eyes drinking in every twitch of his expression, the tension in his jaw, the way his gaze held yours.

“C’mon, Sy… you know you wanna cum.” Your voice softened to a sinful lilt as your lips ghosted over his cheek. “Why don’t you just let go for me, honey?”

A deep, throaty chuckle rumbled in his chest at your words—low and rich—but it bled into a ragged moan as your walls squeezed around him again, shattering his composure. “So needy tonight…” he groaned, voice rough and cracked with pleasure. His hands clutched harder at your hips, grounding himself in the soft flesh like he needed it to survive.

Slowly, Sylus turned his head just enough, lids heavy as his crimson eyes locked on you. That molten, hazy stare burned through the fog of lust, drinking in every detail of your face—the flushed cheeks, the glistening lips, the way you looked ruined and wanting all at once. His lips curving into the ghost of a smirk, "-But fine… I’ll play. You better be ready to take all of it, kitten.

ZAYNE.

“My love—you don’t have to—” Zayne's voice cracked on the words, the protest ruined by the shaky gasp that slipped free the moment your tongue dragged deeper along his length.

Your cunt throbbed at the sound, slick surely slipping past your folds and dripping on to the cool, stained sheets below. Heat pooling in your core as you hummed low in your throat, the vibration making the raven's cock jump and thighs tense around you.

When you looked up at Zayne through heavy lashes, lips stretched around his cock, lust swimming in your gaze, you almost giggled at the sight of lust and cornered desperation etched across his handsome features. Jaw clenched, head tipping back against the headboard as a choked sound tore from his throat.

The sight of your usually composed lover, now ruffled and panting as you swallowed him— Ridiculously hot, and it stoked ths fire blooming inside your core further watching him shudder and bite back moans with each bob of your head. The ache between your bare thighs growing with each rise and fall of his chest, the part of his Zayne's as he gasped out your name— hypnotic.

“A–angel, wait—we just—” Zayne’s protest cracked, swallowed whole by the low, desperate groan that followed. The words barely had weight, falling apart the moment your hum vibrated down his length, sending a sharp jolt through his hips despite his effort to still them.

His lashes fluttered against flushed cheeks, eyes squeezing shut as another gasp wrenched from his chest the second you hollowed your cheeks around him. Each wet, deliberate bob of your mouth dragged him closer, the obscene sound of slick filling the room, mixing with the broken melody of his breathless gasps and soft, unguarded moans.

Christ, you could feel your walls tighten around nothing as your name fell from Zayne's lips. His voice, his desperation, the taste of him— at this rate you felt as though you could cum just by this alone.

Zayne’s hand tore free from the sheets, fumbling blindly for something—anything—before finally tangling in your hair. His fingers threaded tight, the strands pulled taut between his knuckles as he guided you down, forcing more of him past your lips. The sudden pressure had your throat flexing around his cock, a muffled moan vibrating against him as your hips writhed helplessly against the mattress, seeking friction, desperate for relief.

His control was fraying, every shaky breath rattling out of him proof enough, yet even through the haze he managed to rasp, voice rough but tender, “Tell me if it’s too much, sweet girl—nggh—please. I don’t… don’t want to hurt you, but—I need this.”

Thighs trembled beneath you, Zayne's bare chest rising and falling in ragged pulls of air. The tendons in his neck strained, jaw clenched as though he were fighting a losing battle against the sheer, overwhelming pleasure threatening to tear him apart. And still, the soft, indulgent hum you gave around him—like you were savoring every inch, like you were coaxing him to give in, to crumble—dragged his resolve lower with every pulse of your tongue.

Your eyes softened slightly, saying what your mouth couldn’t: it’s okay, I want you like this. The message had barely registered before Zayne’s hips snapped upward, fucking deeper into your throat. The sudden push made your lashes flutter, but you didn’t break eye contact—you let him see you take it, throat relaxing as his cock buried to the hilt.

The obscene stretch and the tight, wet clutch of your throat had his breath ripping free in ragged, broken moans, hips rutting up again—desperate, shaky, like he couldn’t stop even if he tried. Every thrust drove him deeper into the wet heat of your mouth, muscles strained, thighs trembling beneath your grip as if the pleasure itself was tearing him apart piece by piece.

“Yes… that’s it—that’s it,” he gasped, voice rough and frayed, his head snapping forward to pin you with a look that burned straight through you. His eyes—hungry, undone—locked on yours, and the moment your gaze softened, practically begging him to use you, his restraint crumbled completely.

Each thrust grew sharper, needier, his hips snapping with a rhythm that bordered on frantic. Your throat flexed around him, swallowing him whole, and the way you held his stare—eyes wide, shining, practically forming into hearts—pulled a guttural sound from deep in his chest.

“Angel… s-shit, don’t look at me like that—I can’t—” he choked, voice breaking into a moan. Every sharp push had his cock twitching deep in your throat, his body coiled so tight he was hanging by a thread.

You hummed around him, eyes fluttering as heat pooled between your thighs, so heavy it ached. You couldn’t resist anymore—your hand slipped down between your legs, fingers finding your slick folds with a desperate urgency, circling your clit as his cock stretched your throat. The overwhelming mix of sensations had you moaning around his girth, vibrations shooting straight up his length.

Zayne’s whole body jolted, a ragged hiss tearing from his chest as his hips snapped up, needy and unrestrained. “That’s it—yes, yes—” The words fractured, half-moaned, half-pleaded, his voice raw with desperation. His cock throbbed violently against the clutch of your throat before spilling hot and heavy down the back of it. Each pulse wrung another sound from him, broken and guttural, as he bucked helplessly into your mouth—completely undone by you.

The sight of him unraveling above you—lashes fluttering, chest heaving, lips parted around your name—was the final push. Fingers moved faster at your clit, your moans vibrating around his length as your own release crashed over you, sharp and blinding. Slick gushed against your hand, thighs quivering, pleasure surging until you were trembling just as desperately as he was.

CALEB.

“M’sorry, pips— 'cant stop, not yet,” Caleb groaned, voice breaking, forehead pressed to yours as his hips pounded into you with reckless desperation. His big cock bullied into your slick walls, every thrust a brutal push that had your whole body rocking against the mattress." You feel so fuckin good."

Your nails dug into the muscle of his shoulder, scratching down his sweat-slick skin as your voice cracked, whimpering beneath him. “C–Caleb, wait-! I’m—oh god—M'gonna cum again—!” The warning only made him shudder, his rhythm stuttering for a beat before he slammed deeper, harder, a strangled moan ripping from his throat.

Strands of hair tickling your bare collar bone as your eyes rolled back in your skull. Caleb's voice low in your ear, “Then cum f’me, baby—give it to me. Give it to me baby." He breathed.

The headboard went from once knocking to now slamming against the wall, the violent rhythm only spurred on by the way your walls fluttered helplessly around his cock. Each thrust bruised-deep, his abs clenching tight against your back as sweat dripped down his temple.

Your cries broke into high-pitched whimpers, body trembling as the overwhelming friction tore you apart. Caleb’s hand slid down, rough fingertips finding your swollen clit, rubbing messy, relentless circles that had your thighs shaking.

“Tha’s it—fuck, just like that—” he growled, breath hot and ragged against your ear, the strain in his voice betraying just how close he was to unraveling. His thrusts grew reckless, desperate, cock twitching inside you with every squeeze of your cunt.

“Y’gonna cum for me again, pips? Yeah? Gonna let me feel you—fuckin’—milk me dry?”

You nodded breathlessly, mouth parting in a silent ‘o’ as your back bowed off the mattress. The coil in your belly wound tighter with every ruthless drag of his cock, each sharp thrust stealing the air from your lungs. Every thrust feeling as though it would split you open, relentless, desperate—driven by his single-minded need to pull you over the edge.

Caleb’s lips ghosted hot against your ear, the tremble in his breath betraying his own unraveling. “M’sorry—fuck, I can’t—” the words bled into groans, rough and broken, as his hips snapped harder, chasing both your highs with a fevered desperation that left you screaming.

It only took a few more brutal thrusts before the coil inside you snapped, white heat flooding your veins as your vision blurred into blinding stars. Your body jerked beneath him, twitching around his cock as you came hard, a broken cry spilling from your lips.

The sudden vice of your walls around him tore a strangled moan from Caleb’s throat, his rhythm faltering as he buried himself deep. “Fuck—fuck, baby—s’tight, can’t—hah—m’gonna cum—” he babbled against your skin, words spilling unfiltered, lost to the heat of it all. His hips stuttered once, twice, before he groaned loud and low, chasing the clench of your cunt until he tipped over the edge right behind you.

XAVIER.

Your thighs trembled around his hips, the headboard tapping the wall in time with every slow, deep thrust Xavier pushed into you. His forehead pressed to yours, sweat dripping from his hairline, breaths coming in ragged pants—but his pace never faltered, steady and controlled like he was determined to wring out every ounce of pleasure from you.

“You feel—hah—so good, star,” he rasped, soft voice frayed at the edges, thick with lust. His lips brushed your cheek, your jaw, before pressing hot kisses down the side of your neck. You could feel how badly he was shaking, his cock twitching inside you with every clench of your walls—but the way his hand gripped your chin, tilting your face back to meet his gaze, made your heart stutter.

“Look at me,” he whispered, tone soft but commanding. When your bleary eyes finally locked on his soft blue ones, the corners of his lips curled into the faintest smile, even as his brows furrowed from the effort of keeping control.

“That’s it, there’s my pretty girl,” he breathed, lips brushing against yours, voice soft and shaky as his hips stuttered beneath you. “So gorgeous, so perfect, you’re my perfect girl, yeah?”

You could barely manage a whispered, breathless, “Y-yes! All yours, Xavi! All—nngh—for you!” The confession broke on your tongue, trembling with every deep drag of his cock in your walls.

Something in Xavier snapped. A choked groan spilled from his lips, thrusts growing wilder, less measured, driven by the sheer need to bury himself deeper in you. “That’s right,” he rasped, forehead pressing to yours, damp hair clinging to his temples. “All mine… my sweet girl.”

His rhythm stuttered, faltering only for a heartbeat before snapping back, each roll of his hips sending sparks of heat blooming low in your belly. His praise, the desperate need in his voice, made your walls flutter tighter, pulling another broken moan from his throat as his lips brushed shaky kisses against your temple.

The bed creaked beneath you, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room. Your nails dug crescent marks into his shoulders, dragging down slick skin as you clung to him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded.

Xavier’s hands gripped your hips like he needed you to anchor him to the world. “Please… please, can I—hah—can I cum inside you, baby?” His voice wavered, breaking under the weight of need. “I want it… need it… wanna do it with you so bad…”

Every word was drenched in desperation, his blue eyes dark and glassy as his hips stuttered and snapped forward, chasing the fragile thread of restraint. His chest heaved against yours, hot and trembling, as if holding back was tearing him apart.

“Yes—fuck, yes, Xavi—inside, please!” The words tumbled from your lips, raw and breathless, walls clamping tight around him. “I want it too—don’t stop!”

That shattered the last of his control. His thrusts turned frantic, wild, desperate, each snap of his hips stealing your breath and dragging you both toward the edge together. Every pulse of his cock inside you, every keening moan from his lips, sent a shiver of white-hot pleasure curling through your belly.

The coil inside you snapped first, white fire flooding your veins as your vision blurred into stars. Your body jerked, convulsing around him, moans breaking free in ragged, breathless cries. Xavier groaned, hips stuttering violently as he buried himself deep, your orgasm triggering his.

“Fuck—hah—fuck, baby—yours… all yours—” he babbled, voice breaking into ragged, desperate moans as his release pulsed through you. Your walls tightened around him, hot and trembling, pulling every last shudder from him as his cock throbbed inside you.

You clung together, chest to chest, both gasping, both trembling, caught in the lingering blaze of sensation. Xavier’s lips found yours once more, a long, shaky kiss sealing the chaos, his hands threading into your hair as he whispered against your mouth: “Mine… always… my perfect girl…”

RAFAYEL

You could almost laugh at the scene in front of you; Raf's pretty pinkish-blue eyes glossed with tears, the tip of his cock angrily red and on the cusp of bursting, aching to paint his chest—and here you were, lazily stroking his shaft like you had all the time in the world. Sat perched on his thigh, your own cunt drooling and begging to grind against the thick muscle, but you kept yourself still, letting his desperation grow.

“P-please cutie,” Rafayel choked, voice cracking, brows furrowing, pretty lashes fluttering as he blinked up at you. Eyes wide and full of desperate lust, lips pink and swollen from biting down on them too hard, chest heaving with shallow, needy breaths. “Please, put it back in—I’ll be good, I swear. I won’t touch myself when you’re not here again, I promise—just, just let me have it, let me feel you.”

Your lips curled in a slow, knowing smile, fingers tightening just enough around his throbbing length to make him whine. The sound alone had heat pooling in your belly. Tilting your head, you cooed softly, almost mockingly sweet. “Are you really sorry, Raf? Hm? Or are you just saying that because you want to cum so bad?”

His hips jerked helplessly beneath you, tears spilling fresh as he shook his head frantically. “N-no, I mean it, I swear—please. I can’t take it anymore…”

You hummed low in your throat, leaning down slowly, deliberately, until your lips hovered just above his. Your free hand cupped his jaw, thumb brushing over the flushed, tear-streaked skin, tilting his face up to you. “Aww… look at you,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, then another, before finally sealing your lips to his in a sweet, tender kiss that contrasted cruelly with the way your fist worked his cock.

When you pulled back, his lips chased yours, swollen and trembling. Your voice dipped into a velvet purr, words wrapping around him like silk. “Be a good boy for me, Raf. Cum like this for me first—and then…” you gave his length a firmer stroke, watching his back arch off the bed with a broken sob, “…then I’ll let you have it inside. Doesn’t that sound good?”

He whimpered, nodding frantically, throat straining as another choked moan escaped him. His eyes locked on yours, watery and fever-bright, as his whole body quivered beneath your touch. “Y-yes, cutie, yes—please, please let me—oh fuck, I can’t—”

Your name fell from his lips like a prayer, babbled and broken, as you stroked him faster this time. His whole body seizing beneath you, back arching off the sheets as his cock twitched violently in your fist.

“F-fuck—nghh, I’m—” His cry cut off into a strangled moan. Heat pooled as he came undone, hot ropes spilling across your chest, dripping over your stomach, and splattering across his own pretty torso. The sheer force of it leaving the artist shaking, thighs quivering as his lashes fluttered against damp cheeks, the prettiest mess you’d ever seen.

Even as he twitched through the aftershocks, his hands scrambled for you, pulling you down into him. His lips found yours, wet and desperate, kissing you sloppily through broken whimpers. “More—hah—please, cutie, I n-need more—” His words were muffled against your mouth, but the plea was clear, raw in its hunger.

His seed still dripped warm between you, but Raf clung like a man starved, chest heaving under yours as his hips gave weak, involuntary thrusts upward—like his body couldn’t stop begging, couldn’t stop reaching for the only thing he wanted.

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heartshapedchevy · 20 hours ago

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don't worry. this nightmare will come to an end. i promise.

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heartshapedchevy · 20 hours ago

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kissing practice gone wrong 🍎🍏

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heartshapedchevy · 20 hours ago

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♡ ‧₊˚౨ৎ sweaty caleb, my luv cw: smut, sweat licking, you're sniffing this man

“fuck, pips…” caleb groaned, gripping your sides tightly with a force that’ll surely bruise as you hungrily lap up the sweat that trails from his freshly trimmed sideburns to the curve of his sharp jaw. “wish you woulda told me… if i’d known you wanted to t-taste me like this—mmph, so tight... yeah, keep squeezin’ me…” he can’t help but to interrupt himself with a shaky breath to praise your efforts. “you know i would’ve given it to you… i’ll give you anything. always.”

you’re incapable of telling him that you’re so sorry for withholding such a filthy desire, that you’ll never ever hesitate to take him up on his offer in the very near future—because you’re too busy getting drunk off the way you suffocate his thick cock with your greedy pussy every time the saltiness of his exertion dances along your taste buds.

you loved caleb is any and every form; when he was focused on building his airplane models, rambled about trajectories, and guided you step-by-step through the process of a new recipe. but you were a slut for when he was like this: dripping sweat and smelling his most natural.

it’s the epitome of something purely masculine, nothing short of delectably addicting. it was inevitable that when you found him in the kitchen after he’d just gotten back from his morning jog, glistening beneath the fluorescents like a fucking caramel apple begging to be bitten into, that you’d need to gratify the immediate ache in between your legs if your day was going to be anything even remotely close to pleasant.

you were gawking at him like the fine piece of meat that he is. beefy, thick, and lean were adjectives surely created just to accurately describe the hunk of a man that is your boyfriend. it was magnetic the way you gravitated toward him and wrapped your arms around his strong neck, deeply inhaling his heady musk like he was a walking addiction.

it didn’t take a genius for him to catch on to your very obvious desire, lustfully whispering for you to take what you needed from him before he showered for the day and got too busy with housework and errands.

that in itself felt too much like a threat.

a shower? washing off something so inebriating? allowing it to go to waste? it was criminal. but if he really longed to be cleaned oh so badly, it would be your tongue to get it done. no exceptions.

his cock thrusted upwards into your drooling cunt, pulsing inside your tight walls each time you inhaled his scent until your eyes rolled as if you’d just been given another mind numbing fix. the raunchy echoes of squelching and meeting skin from your salacious lovemaking only continued to fuel the already blazing inferno in your gut.

“s-so good,” you mewl wantonly, rolling your hips with your face buried in the crook of his neck. “hah—can’t… can’t stop… can’t help it… ‘m so obsessed with it, ‘leb…”

you’re riding him with so much desperation that even with him being balls deep and his legs spread to give you room as you make a creamy pathetic mess down his dick that’ll leave its filthy memorable mark on the couch, it’s not scratching that itch. it’s not satiating that hunger, not nearly enough. there would never be enough of it.

“lick me up, baby,” he urges through a husky moan, slamming into you deeper to make you choke on your cries. “i’m yours to taste. don’t want you missing a single drop…”

sticky strings of his cum and your slick cling to your thighs with every rise and fall of your eager hips. he’s like a furnace beneath you, intensifying the potency of his unique fragrance that you wish you could bottle and spray on your favorite pillow when you humped it on the nights you ached for him beyond your control.

“gonna cum again, aren’t you?” your fingers tugging on his soft damp hair sends a pleasurable shockwave down his spine, all the way to his heavy balls that he’s so close to emptying for the second time before the sun even has a chance to fully crest over the horizon. “be my good girl and get my dick niiice and wet again, yeah?”

“mmph.. mhmm,” you hum tiredly, sucking on his heated flesh and savoring that spicy essence. his unique tang is enough to make you dizzy. you worship this man with every inch of your being, and it frustrates you how much it’ll never be enough no matter what you do to compensate.

“such a fuuuckin’ freak…” he sucks on your ear with a guttural groan and a cocky chuckle. your puffy pussy lips quiver and your thoroughly used hole flutters at his words laced with unmistakable admiration. “so pretty when you’re just as hungry as i am…”

and when he fills you once more, pumping you full of his cum until you milk him for all he’s got to give, you’re still whining, nipping at his flesh like a baby kitten clinging to liquid gold as he keeps you plugged and generously stuffed. your clinginess, the solace you find in everything he is, it warms him. that security makes him feel complete, gives him comfort knowing that his pipsqueak shares the same level of infatuation that he does.

A/N: this is new for me, isn’t it? 🤭 short and straight to sex! idk how well written this is, but i was obsessed with @cloudedangels and this BEAUTIFULLY NASTY fic they gifted us —click here—and i just wanted to write something small about fucking a sweaty caleb! i need every inch of him in my body somehow and i’m not kidding…

creds to @/uzmacchiato for the moving heart divider & cloud divider - @/cafekitsune for the mdni banner - @/asiatic-apple for the username banner!

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heartshapedchevy · 1 day ago

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Mechanic au ⚙️👨‍🔧

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heartshapedchevy · 2 days ago

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🔞 dom-ish!caleb • cockwarming • rough table fucking • evol use • hair-pulling • choked by emotional support bicep

sexy pomodoro with caleb

With about seven minutes left on the timer, you think you're about to die.

You've been balls-deep impaled on Caleb's cock for the past twenty minutes. It's his next big idea to keep you motivated while studying for your Hunter's License Renewal—he came to your room promising a nice, quick, mind-blowing fuck, only to trap you on his lap mid-thrust and force you to STUDY AT YOUR DESK. You clench your fist. You've been clitbaited. Clitbaited!!

I heard sex activates the prefrontal cortex, he'd said. It releases lots of dopamine, which keeps you motivated, he'd said. How are you supposed to concentrate when your brain and your pussy are stuffed full of cock?!

"Caleb," you whine. "Can I at least..."

You try moving your hips for some delicious friction, but his evol bears down and holds you still. Caleb tuts and places a warm, meaty hand over your womb, unaware that he’s pressing on a spot that makes your thighs shake.

"Now, now, pipsqueak," he replies. "That's cheating. Just focus on your book, alright? It won't be for long."

"But what if I go dry?"

He chuckles. "I doubt that. You've been leaking all over my lap since I put you here. See?"

To demonstrate his point, he dips his fingers into your cunt, swirls your clit for the hell of it, then wipes your slick across your stomach, all the way past your navel where his fingers would dry.

You grunt and whine. Mean, stupid Caleb. How can he act so calm when he's pressed flush against your guts? In truth, Caleb hates this idea just as much as you do. With your tight, hot pussy squeezing around his cock so deliciously, how can he not move? Shit, how can he not cum?

He's been reading your textbook along with you just to distract himself—knowing the whole study session would lose its point if he pops his load too quickly. Helping you study is his biggest priority. So for that, he needs to grit his teeth and be the undisputed king of self-control he’s always been.

And besides, seeing you so cock-starved and needy for him feels just as good. At least for now.

The timer reaches its last minute. Then it eventually ticks down to three... two... then—DING.

He bends you over your study table and starts fucking you with feral abandon. Finally. You thrash under the weight and savagery of his thrusts, your cunt pulsing and squelching with sore relief.

"Fuck," you gasp. "Oh god—"

Your study desk shakes and your lamp flickers. There it is, that nice, quick, mind-blowing fuck—the one that makes you feel more full than empty with the speed of his thrusts. The one that makes you wonder if he's grinding you into mush. Caleb bears his hips down and his fat head jabs a spot that makes your legs buckle and melt.

You nearly fall off the damn table. But then your hips float upwards, held steady and raised by his evol.

"No, no, no," he rambles. "You can't give up on me now. I thought you wanted this cock? Yeah? This what you wanted right? Quick and rough as fuck. Just how you like it.”

He grabs your hair and pulls your head up to see your face. You look into his wolf-gaze and gasp, forgetting you were holding your breath.

"Two minutes left, little baby,” he says. "You gonna come now or are you gonna wait 25 more minutes?"

You whimper. No, no, no, no—Hell no. You have to cum. Right now when he's dragging his cock so heavy and so right that your pussy quivers in warning. Right now when Caleb’s heated body is all you could feel and hear and smell. Sensing that you need an extra push, he leans down and hooks your neck with the crook of his arm and squeezes firmly, choking you between the plush muscles of his bicep and his forearm. Your eyes roll back as you dissolve into a haze. Nothing about you feels solid anymore.

“Yes, baby, yes, yes, yes, fuuuck,” he groans. “Sweet fuck—oh, that got you so tight for me—so tight and ready—”

He bullies his cock into your g-spot one, two, three more times before your pussy clamps him down and your climax seizes you. Your body writhes and freezes, each pulse of pleasure as overwhelming as the last as Caleb keeps going and going and going. Chasing his own climax just a few thrusts over.

“Caleb—” you whine.

Caleb grunts, his fingers bite into your thigh and you feel a burst of warmth inside you, filling you like burning oil. Somehow, the warmth and relief spreads all the way down to your fingers and toes.

"Hah... fuck..." he pants. "That's right... Take it. Take it, take it, suck it all in."

Caleb grinds his hips, milking his cock of all its spend until it melts out of you. Then he cradles you into his body and flops back down on your chair, soothing you with sweet whispers and soft touches as you nuzzle into his chest. He's so soft and plush now that he’s relaxed.

“You're okay, baby...” he whispers, kissing your forehead. "You're okay. I'm here. I'll hold you 'till you're ready."

You hear a soft bell. The five minute break is over. The pomodoro timer resets to its 25-minute countdown. But you couldn't care less, not with your synapses all fried by the swing of his hips.

“Just a pop quiz,” he murmurs moments later. “According to the Wanderer Containment Protocol, what is the maximum distance you may pursue a Class-B Wanderer before reporting a Cross-Sector Pursuit?”

“Hhhmrnfuhllueyu,” you mumble in response, he couldn't even tell what the hell you had just said. He just knows you have that blissed-out look on your face when you're fucked beyond belief.

And that's okay. If his sexy pomodoro idea didn't work, he'd just have to find another way to help you memorize.

“Maybe, if you answer wrong next time,” he whispers. “I’ll spank you.”

The smile on your face suggests it wouldn't work either.

my first love and deepspace fic ! yay ! I am actually a rafayel sun, xavier moon, sylus rising. but i still feel so shy writing them and would rather enjoy reading their fics. so i wrote for caleb !

thank you so much for reading 🙇‍♀️ i haven't written smut for a while, so i needed to practice somehow. so sorry. this isn't who i am or what i represent.

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