loveanddeepyearning

[loveanddeepyearning]

Thinking about Sylus giving you a massage

18+ MDNI

Massive palms work the muscles of your thighs, spread over so much of your skin, you feel tiny. Dim candlelight sets the ambiance, warm massage oil and his intimate touch melting your aching muscles, your naked body settling into the pillows. You hope he doesn’t comment too much on your arousal, spurred on by the confident dig of his thumb into the knots of your stress and the loving rake of his eyes over your pliant form. As those fingers inch even higher, your legs tense, beginning to squirm under his piercing red gaze. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Oh, he knows, the glint of amusement in his eyes taunting you. 

Sighing, you slightly spread your thighs, resigning to endure his teasing if you receive a bit of relief. His gaze falls to the slick arousal pooling at your center, threatening to spill onto his silk sheets. Lips parting involuntarily, his eyes widen as they fly to your own, swimming with adoration and a dark hunger. 

Taking his hands, you encourage him to continue, whispering your consent into the supercharged air. With shaky breaths, his slender digits caress their way between your legs, thumbs massaging the lips of your needy pussy. “Sylus, please.” 

Clenching around nothing, wetness slides from your aching hole, dripping towards the bed until his fingers halt the path, swirling your juices over your swollen cunt. Back arching, you whimper his name, so incredibly exposed to him as he rubs around your entrance. “Because you asked so nicely, I’ll help you relax.” A fingertip slides through your folds, slowly burying the entire digit within your wet warmth. When he crooks his finger deep inside of you, your hips grind onto him, mouth parted in bliss. “Just like that, sweetie.”

Moaning, you ask for more, gasping when a second finger slides just as deep. Sylus’ fingers caress and command, truly massaging at your inner walls to find the spot that makes you see stars. Squeezing around his nimble fingers, your body announces just how close you are, finally tipping over the ledge when he leans forward to graze his teeth over your nipple. Grasping your breast, he fingers you through your orgasm, nipping, sucking, and licking at your chest as you ride his hand. 

Pulling out, he smirks when you blush as he laps up your essence from his fingers, using the last of it to circle your neglected nipple. As you whimper and whine, he kisses away your protests, reminding you he hasn’t given your upper body enough attention yet. 

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Thinking about high sex with Xavier

18+ MDNI, Use of weed

Slender fingers caress your thighs, sapphire irises rimmed in red drink up your own, hazy with affection and desire. An arm hooks around your waist, pulling your back flush against his solid chest as he slides deeper inside your heavenly warmth. Soft lips nip and caress your neck, your head so lost in the clouds, you can’t help the way your eyelids flutter shut, soft moans escaping your parted mouth. 

“So beautiful,” Breathy praises turn to broken groans, Xavier’s hips hitting harder, deeper, with each thrust. “And all mine.”

Yes, you are his, butterflies erupt in your tummy, loving your possessive boyfriend’s need to claim you. Greedy palms slide down the length of your body, gripping your hips as he fucks up into your tight pussy. Oh yes, his tip repeatedly strokes that spot you can never reach, and you involuntarily squeeze around him. 

“Fuck. You take me so well, angel.” Another thrust, followed by a gasp of your name. “So damn tight.” 

God, the way he growls in your ear, fingers squeezing your hips just right, has you rocking back against him, whimpering at just how good he takes you.Through a cockdrunk haze, you recognize a familiar crackle as Xavier takes a hit of a pen, deeply inhaling the vapor. Those steady fingers find your jaw again, holding you in place as his lips roughly meet your own, breathing the cloud into your mouth. As you inhale, you sink further into the heady haze, cunt spazming as you reach your release. Oh, the way he bites your lip as he pulls back, releasing your face to press the pads of his fingers to your aching clit, increases the already heightened pleasure.  

Hips working through your release, you feel the pound of his heart and the hitch of his breath before his cum paints your walls and he slows his pace to savor the moment. 

Running his fingers through your damp hair, he collapses with you in his arms, far too spent to even pull out as you drift into a deep slumber.

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18+ MDNI

Zayne claims he’s a visual learner, his brain only fully grasping a concept when able to conjure the image in his head. A soft voice caresses your ear, reminding you of his preferred method of instruction as his calloused fingers brush your inner thighs. You’re already soaked by the time he mouths at your neck, imploring you to teach him a lesson he vows to never forget. 

With his comforting touch, you are stripped bare, large palms reverently traversing the curves of your alluring form. Sitting back against the headboard, your legs are spread by those steady hands, core clenching under his hungry gaze.

“Please, my love.” Voice deep and breathy, he pleads.

Kneeling on the sheets before you, he gently holds your thighs apart when you attempt to close them in embarrassment. How the fuck are you supposed to show him when he looks at you like that? Zayne remains fixated on your slick center, staring in utter adoration at the anatomical wonder that is your pretty little pussy. “Show me how you pleasure yourself.” 

Fuck. 

Your body burns, your hands shakily sliding down your stomach to your sensitive bud of nerves. When your cold fingers brush your clit, a soft moan escapes your lips and his breath hitches. Relaxing slightly, you swipe lower, gathering wetness on your fingers before working into a circular rhythm on your clit. Mmmm. Sinking into the pillows, a fire grows in your belly, intensified by the impassioned way he studies your movements. “Hnng, Zayne.” 

His answering groan, deep with need and the loving way he caresses your thighs, careens you closer to the edge, your hips subtly grinding against your fingers. “Does this make you cum?” 

Shit, you are so close, you can almost taste the orgasm. “Y-Yes…Sometimes I also put a f-finger in.” 

“Oh? Like this?” Leaning forward, he slides a thick finger inside your dripping cunt, your back arching as you climax around his warm digit. A hand on your cheek brings your lips to his own, devouring your soft sounds as he works you through the pleasure, pulling back to whisper sweet nothings. When his finger withdraws, he holds you as you whimper and writhe, thanking you for such a spectacular lesson he’s confident he’ll put to good use.  

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Thinking about how Caleb is not like other men...

18+ MDNI, Mentions of your previous partners

“They what?!” 

Oh to turn back time, to unopen your big fat mouth and yoink those words from the super-charged air suspended between your bodies. As your confession hangs in the air, your face burns and you wish to run from the heavy look of disbelief Caleb pins you under. Closing your eyes, you turn your face into the soft pillow cushioning your spinning head, running from the vulnerability you introduced to the situation. 

Calloused fingers turn your face, a captivating gaze caressing your own, flooding your body with a comforting warmth. “I’m sorry, pips.” Soothing the errant strands of hair hindering your view, he strokes your temple, the nerves in your tummy gradually subsiding to a gentle pulse of desire. “You deserve so much better.” 

Caged in an intimate embrace, your legs wind around his hips, pulling him forward to brush his tip against your slick entrance. “Mmmm.” Electricity tingles down your spine as his head prods your clit, his gasp of pleasure echoing like music to your ears. The anxiety that blossomed in your chest when Caleb reverently slipped your clothes from your skin nearly sent you running. Panic only intensified with the admission that you had never finished from a man’s actions, your previous partners only focusing on getting themselves off when the task took too long. The nerves slowly slip away under his troubled watch, appalled that someone would give up, and wouldn't dedicate their lives to learning what makes you cum. 

“Will you teach me?” A heady plea fills his voice, determined to bring you the pleasure you deserve. 

Blushing again, your fingers brush over his chest and the dog tag necklace he wears for you, core clenching when he shivers beneath your touch. Taking his shaft in your hand, you run his head through your folds, moaning when it dips into your soaked pussy. Releasing him, your fingers dig into his shoulder as he slowly slips inside you, warm and pulsing against your sensitive walls. Holding your face, his teeth nip at your ear, breath hot on your neck. “Just as soft as I imagined.” Pinned under the dark haze in his eyes, you clench tighter, his praises intensifying the pleasure in a way you’ve never experienced before. Biceps wrap around your waist, cradling you to his chest, the solid mass of his body pressing you into the sheets you had always laid in alone. Quick hookups to get him off your mind never did the trick, your body aching for his touch, unsatisfied with men who weren’t him. 

Tanned skin presses flush to your own, trailing hands down the sides of your body, cupping and squeezing every inch of the way. Pleasure curls your toes, your hips angling to take him deeper, dizzy from the drag of his cock through your aching cunt. Most gave up at this point, pounding you into the sheets until they collapsed, leaving you sticky and ready to leave. Yet Caleb watches you expectantly, lips gently reassuring you of his affection. 

“Give me your hand.” 

Untangling his fingers from your hair, he watches you encircle his wrist, guiding his index and middle fingers to your clit. Pressing the tips of his digits to your sensitive bud of nerves, your back arches into his chest, his arm tightening the hold on your body. Holding the base of his fingers, you apply a delicious amount of pressure to the area, rubbing his fingertips against you just the way you like it. And oh, when your digits grow weak from the pleasure, his own continue to caress you with expert care, studying every minute change of your blissed-out expression. “Harder?” Pressing firmly, he circles your clit in time with his thrusts, increasing the pressure as he feels you clench around his length. 

“Yes, yes. Just like that.” Throwing your head back, your hips buck into his hand until your orgasm hits you hard, back arching with loud moans of his name. Continuing to move inside you, he works you through the pleasure, swallowing your cries as he pulls your lips to his own. 

Opening your eyes, Caleb hovers over you like an angel against the light, eyes flickering with adoration and pride. “Hmmm. You deserve another one. Cum with me this time.”

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About Me

Krys

25

She/her

March Pisces ♓

Night owl who works graveyard shift in healthcare

I write the filthy shit I daydream about in my free time.

Cat mom

Lads - Raf Main 🩷

(secretly in love with Zayne)

18+ blog MDNI

Other interests

Genshin - Alhaitham Main 💚

Enhypen - Heeseung Bias 💜

[loveanddeepyearning]

Thinking about Rafayel giving you a taste of your own medicine...

MDNI 18+

“Can’t take it anymore?” 

Fuck, you really can’t. Every nerve ending screams, your body blazing with the desire to touch him, to taste him. The hand languidly stroking his cock, lightly squeezing the head just the way he likes it should be yours. No. He shouldn’t cum without your lips wrapped around his pretty shaft, swallowing every last drop he offers your greedy tongue. A pathetic whine escapes without thought, head so clouded with lust, words completely fail you. 

“Awww. My cutie can dish it out, but she can’t take it, huh? Mmmmh.” 

Lips parted, Rafayel shamelessly moans, throwing his head back to expose his adam’s apple. Shit, you struggle with the silk binding your wrists, desperate to feel him in your hand or better, deep in your neglected pussy. You played with fire each time you bound his hands, forcing him to behave while you pleasured yourself just out of reach. Yet you always came so hard, lost in Rafayel’s pitiful whimpers of your name, his voice rough as he begged you to free him. 

“Please, I need to…” The words die when his captivating gaze meets your own, heavy with pleasure and a dark satisfaction. 

Smirking, he delightedly watches you squirm, chuckling at your misfortune. “What, baby? Can’t even speak properly? Tsk.” 

Flushed gorgeously, he works his cock a bit faster, mouth hanging open and eyes closing as he loses himself in the moment. “Fuck, feels so good.” 

With the way his balls twitch you know he’s close and you struggle against the confines of his tie, eyes watering as you beg with jumbled whimpers for him to release you. As his moans grow airy and higher in pitch, you watch his pretty fingers stroke himself to completion, ropes of pearly white falling against his toned abdomen. Legs shaking, and chest heaving, he works through the intense pleasure, continuing until the sting of overstimulation draws a hiss from his trembling lips. 

God, you have completely soaked through your panties, pussy so numb and throbbing with need you blink back tears.

Shakily reaching forward, he coos as large hands free your aching wrists, massaging the deep lines from tugging at the bonds. “Don’t cry, pretty girl.” Fingers brush under your eyes, kissing your forehead as he soothes your frustrated whimpers. “You alright?” 

Pulling back, he surveys your big eyes and pouting lips with concern, cradling your face in his steady hands. 

“Mhmm.” Nodding, you yearn for his touch, almost begging yet again for his fingers or cock between your legs, fucking you until you can’t see straight. 

That infuriatingly sexy smirk tugs his lips again and lust floods his irises, teeth catching his lips as he gives you that look. Fuck, he’s planning something. 

“I don’t know if you’ve earned my cock quite yet. Why don’t you use that filthy tongue of yours to clean me up?” 

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OH MY GOSH

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Thinking about riding Zayne. 

MDNI (18+)

Pulling your heated form flush to his chest, he memorizes each gasp, every expression that flickers across your breathtaking features. His fingers trace the dips and curves of your body, savoring the feel of your soft skin under his gentle hands. A quiet mewl in his ear draws a groan from low in his throat and hips subtly grind into your inviting warmth.  

“Love.”  Breathless and thick with desire, the pet name sends shivers down your spine. “Come here.” His lips are heaven against your own, parting your mouth to slip in his tongue and further cloud your head.  

Large palms squeeze your ass, bucking his hips to help you sink down on his cock as he stuffs you so satisfyingly full. Moans of your name send a rush to your squelching pussy, beautiful hazel eyes drinking in every second of this moment. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Utter adoration peeks through the haze of lust in his gaze, drinking in your pleasure drunk expression. 

“Zayne,” recognizing the plea in your voice, his experienced fingers provide just what you desire, sliding across your throbbing clit with a delicious pressure. “You feel so good.”

The added stimulation has you cumming on his length, his own release following as he works you through the pleasure. Your sweaty bodies remain tangled in the sheets, limbs wound around each other tightly as you bask in the intimate afterglow, unwilling to part just yet.  

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The Lads Boys' Favorite Positions

A look into my thoughts on how each LI likes to get freaky with you 😝 3.4k words. ~ 600 words per LI (got a little carried away on some). Afab reader, 18+ MDNI, Sexually mature content under the cut. Filthy, but loving <3

Xavier: 

Doggy, Face Sitting 

Man loves backshots, we know. This way he can stare at your gorgeous back while he holds you down and absolutely rails you. He's very dominant and needs you beneath him, this position satisfies that urge to pin you down and claim you in the primal way he desires. Oh and not just in the bed, he's shoving you against windows, on the couch, pretty much anywhere he can take you. Xavier is possessive and if there is a miniscule chance someone might see, he's taking it (and you) with the curtains open.

I will add, the guy is a munch heh. He's dropping down like a man possessed, with your ass still in the air and your legs shaking, just for a taste. Then laying down so he can pull you onto his face and devour you. Once he starts he won't leave you alone until you're begging him to stop.

Wet sounds of his cock driving deep into your folds echo throughout the entire apartment, your desperate moans muffled by the throw pillows on the sofa. Xavier’s large, calloused hands hold your hips in a deep and punishing arch, yanking you back to meet each harsh thrust. The way he so easily cages your smaller form beneath him rips a groan from low in his throat, your complete submission spurring him to practically pound you into the cushions. In this position he drinks in the sight of your bare form, gorgeous back on full display and pretty pussy taking his cock so well, he loses himself in how wet you are, how perfect it feels to show you who owns that cunt of yours. “You like that, baby?” Wanton moans of his name and the addictive way your pussy clenches around his swollen and sensitive cock has him angling your pelvis to take him deeper. Walls fluttering and squeezing so perfectly, you fall apart with a cry, milking his dick as he finally cums deep inside your folds.

With a whine you attempt to squeeze your thighs shut, it’s all too much as overstimulation washes over your center in waves and you squirm against Xavier’s bruising grip on your hips. “No, no, no. Don’t run away, angel.” Growling, he practically chases you, holding you steady as he repeatedly stuffs you full of his sensitive length. Finally satiated after fucking his release further into your pulsing entrance, he slowly pulls back, eyes fixated on the way his pearly white essence drips from your gaping cunt. Your soft cries and whimpers of his name fade away as he gawks at the mixture of fluids pooling by your pretty little clit, the urge to taste cutting through every logical thought. Hands flying to the pillows, you hold on for dear life as slender fingers spread through your swollen and abused folds, aiding the cum dripping down your thighs. Crying out, you can’t help but rock your hips back when you feel his tongue circle your tender clit, heady moans of your name vibrating against your swollen pussy. 

“Xavi, I can’t take any more.” Tears pool in your eyes, pleasure slowly overtaking the sensitivity as he lays beneath your grinding hips. Pressing your center to his lips, he groans at the taste, lapping at your dripping entrance like a starved man. 

Sucking and nipping at your clit, he uses his tongue to claim the last of the cum he stuffed inside your intoxicating walls, moaning at the sweetness of your combined releases. “One more, angel. Right now I need you to cum on my tongue.”      

Zayne: 

Spooning, Missionary 

He likes the classics. Missionary is simple and intimate but provides great eye contact. In this position he has a wonderful view of you beneath him, and he will worship you like the goddess you are. Plus I will die on the hill that he is the best with his fingers (surgeon) and this allows him access to between your thighs. The man loves to kiss, and this way he can lay on (in) you with his fingers in your hair and kiss you until you're both gasping for breath.

Spooning also allows for him to pull on your hair to guide your lips to his, (and easy access for fingers lolol). Plus he's a shy boy and sometimes he can't do eye contact. With your back to his chest, he would whisper soft praises in his raspy morning voice, all but whimpering in your ear. And he's so strong, you don't have to worry about a thing, he's positioning you with ease, his muscles aren't just for show.

Warm, steady fingers hook in the hem of your panties, large palms slowly running down the length of your thighs as he frees your aching cunt. Grasping a leg in his strong hold, he gently spreads you, hooking your calf over his hip to keep you exposed to his ministrations. You can’t help the way your back arches into his chest, soft moans escaping your lips as you squirm on your side, his fingertips ghosting over your entrance to assess the wetness of your needy center. Middle finger sliding up the length of your slit, he rubs at your inner walls as you whimper and whine beautifully for him, hips grinding back into his erect morning wood. 

“Zayne, please.” 

A raspy chuckle tickles your ear and soft lips pepper kisses to your exposed neck, fingers gathering your slick to rub circles on your swollen clit. “Patience, My Love. Let me take care of you.” You love the lewd praises and promises he whispers in your ear, a striking contrast to his usually cold and aloof demeanor. Sliding that middle finger into your tight cunt, he groans at the way you practically milk his digit, almost unwilling to let him go once he presses past your heavenly entrance. “So fucking tight. I don’t want to hurt you, so let me stretch this pretty pussy open for you.” 

Grinding your hips into his palm, you lose yourself in his touch, years of schooling and occupational training have honed his skills with those fingers, and you melt into his steady hands as he works you open with care. “Brilliant. Gorgeous. Powerful.” Gentle praises hum against the shell of your ear, whispered against the quiet morning air as if he was afraid to shatter the intimate atmosphere. With a gasp, you squirm and his index finger easily joins his middle, your cunt practically dripping as you greedily suck him in. “Just a little more, baby. You can take another, right?”

God, you are so needy, your clit practically throbbing with the rapid pound of your heart, and you squirm in his hold, needing him to give in and finally fuck you. “Yes, yes. Please Zayne, I need you so bad.” Practically sobbing at this point, you cry out as his ring finger joins the others, your pussy clenching tightly at the intrusion. Chuckling quietly, he nips at your ear, his ego swelling with each needy whine and beg for him to put it in, his cock pulsing against the soft fabric of his boxers.

He knew you were close from the way you squeezed him, hips practically riding his fingers as you chased that high, so drunk on the pleasure your eyelids flutter shut. Tangling the fingers of his other hand in your hair, he turns your head to connect your lips in a passionate, claiming kiss. “Mmmh Zayne, I’m gonna-” 

Approaching the high you so desperately crave, his soaked fingers slip from your cunt, soothing your momentary whines while freeing his swollen cock to sheathe himself in your sensitive walls. The sudden intrusion has you gripping the sheets and writhing, a dizzying orgasm erupting as his thick girth rubs you so right, it has you seeing stars. Whining, you grind back against him, so lost in the feel of him filling you so perfectly, you almost miss the hitch in his breath, the needy whimpers as his hips set a desperate pace. Overstimulation quickly takes over, your spent body writhing in his hold as he continues to pound your abused pussy, praises falling from his lips as he begs you to let him fuck you a little longer. As the sensitivity gives way to pleasure, you lose yourself in his cries of your name and the way he pumps you full of his hot cum, praising his “good girl” for just how well you take him every single time.    

Rafayel:

Reverse cowgirl, In front of a mirror 

Listen: he likes to watch and make you watch when you get freaky. He is an artist, and watching the way your bodies connect and the lewd way they move together really drives him crazy. Sitting on the floor with your back against his chest, he would bounce you on his lap while forcing you to look, his fingers holding your chin, whispering absolutely filthy praises in your ear.

You're his one and only muse, and the only one he'd whimper and moan so shamelessly for, his composure slipping after watching you for so long. His ears are bright red and his cheeks are such a pretty pink, Raf always flushes so beautifully for you. (Also, fingering you in front of a mirror AHHHHH). I also will say that he is a mermaid and his stroke game must be god tier (hehe).  

Vulgar squelches echo in the bedroom, your thighs struggling to keep a steady pace after what feels like hours of desperate grinding. “Eyes forward, baby girl.” A gentle, yet firm pressure on your jaw brings your eyes back to the obscene reflection of your swollen and sensitive cunt squeezing his cock so deliciously. Wetness slips from your poor hole, a mixture of your arousal, and who knew how many rounds of cum he had so generously filled you with. Greedy digits slide through the slick, his fingers brushing through your folds to thoroughly lubricate your thrumming clit. 

“See how deep I am?” As if transfixed, you watch his cock slide deeper, your pussy stretching to accommodate the length. Oh. You watch the way he fills your pulsing walls, splitting you open with the meeting of your hips before slowly sliding out and thrusting until he fills you once more. 

With your back to his chest, his free hand pinches your nipple to coax out those pretty whimpers he desperately craves, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the sensitive nub in soothing circles. Eyes flickering up, your body runs hot, flushing under the heat of his gaze as he watches the way you clench around him, walls squeezing him so tight with oversensitivity. 

“Feels so good, Raf.” Moaning, you bounce down on his cock, noting the deep flush dusting his cheeks and ears that appeared when he lost himself in the pleasure like this. 

“Hng, you take my cock so well, cutie. Keep bouncing on it, just like that.” Guiding your hips, his lips ghost over your neck, nose teasing the hammering pulse point before his teeth nip at your jaw. Digging your knees into the pillows he provided for comfort, you mustered the last of your strength to take him deeper, grinding his cock against your walls in all the right spots. “O-Oh, please don’t stop.” 

Riding him faster, he twitches inside of you, his moans growing breathy and higher in pitch as he nips at your earlobe. “Please let me cum inside. Fuck, cutie, I need to cum in your pretty pussy again. Please, hnng.” 

Reaching behind your head, you tug on his violet locks, bringing his pussy drunk gaze to meet your own in the full-length mirror. Irises dark, he devours you with a predatory hunger, his pupils blown wide with lust. He’s gorgeous, all fucked out and desperate like this, and he’s all yours. “Need you to cum in me Raf, please baby.” 

With a whiny moan, his large palms grasp your hips, slamming into you until he chants your name like a prayer, holding you tight as he cums so hard he’s shaking against your back. Rubbing your clit just right, he works you through the throes of pleasure, ensuring you watch as he licks up your release from his dripping fingers. 

Sylus: 

Cowgirl, Mating Press 

He craves eye contact and the intimacy that comes with it, so his favorite positions are ones where he can stare into your eyes. Sylus is nothing, if not a lover boy, and he needs to watch every flicker of emotion in your eyes as he takes you to cloud nine. Cowgirl lets you control your own pleasure, which he loves, there's just something about watching you use him and take care of him that gets him off.

Ofc mating press is just intimate and deep. Plus he loves that he is so biG and can easily manhandle you into the position. Sylus is also a biter and this way he has easy access to your neck, chest, anywhere really. He's holding your legs over his shoulders with one hand, whimpering praises of how good you feel and how perfect you are as he stares deep into your eyes. He's so pathetically in love. 

Throwing your head back, your eyes slip closed from the sheer pleasure, his cock repeatedly bullying that spot that has you seeing stars. Moaning out his name, you arch your back and he slides deeper, the head of his cock poking at your cervix with each thrust and your nails dig into his shoulders for purchase. Gentle fingers cradle your face before slipping to the back of your head to direct your gaze to his own. “Look at me, Sweetie. I need to see your eyes.” 

Something warm and longing pools in his red stare, raking over your quivering form to capture your gaze. Gripping your thighs, he slowly, yet purposefully folds your much smaller form, resting your legs over his shoulder to somehow slide even deeper into your welcoming cunt. Capturing your lips in a searing kiss, he pulls back to brush the messy strands of hair from your eyes, his forehead pressing to your temple to watch the flecks of color swirl in your eyes as he slowly thrusts deep inside your fluttering walls. “S-Sylus.” You try to throw your head back again and close your eyes, but he holds firm, caging you under his rippling muscles to keep your cockdrunk gaze on his own. 

“Fuck, baby. You're taking me so well. So perfect.” Looking down briefly, his breath catches as he watches how easily he slides into your dripping folds, his length glistening with your juices each time he pulls back to prepare for the next thrust. Fingers meeting your throbbing clit, he rubs in tight, firm circles and you cry out in utter ecstasy, eyes clouding with overwhelming love and desire. Losing himself in the rush of passion, he quickly dips his head to your neck, teeth sinking into the dampened skin at the curve of your shoulder, the soft flesh beneath your ear, anywhere his greedy canines find purchase.

With each heave of your chest and flicker of emotion in your gaze, he holds your legs firm over his shoulder and drives further into your soaked cunt, his release approaching faster than anticipated. No matter how hard he tries to hold himself back, to worship your perfect body and give you the pleasure you deserve, your pretty pussy clenches just right and he finds himself nearing a mind- numbing release. A low groan falls from his lips, pressing closer to push himself deeper, his eyes so full of love that you can’t help but blush. “Just like that, kitten. Cum for me, pretty girl.” With a final circle of his fingers, you fall apart on his cock, squeezing him so right, he follows suit. Thrusting each spurt of his warm and claiming cum into your perfect center, he lustfully watches the way your eyes darken with release, eyelashes fluttering in a struggle to keep your eyes open, to keep them trained on him just the way he likes it. Endless praises fall from his honeyed tongue, after all, how could they not when you’re always so perfect for him?

Caleb: 

Full Nelson, Against the wall or counter, Headlock

Essentially he loves any position that allows him to utilize his strength on you. That way he can pin you down (maybe in a headlock...heh) and ravage you while moaning nasty little things into your ear. Those gorgeous biceps are so pretty and solid when they flex, picking you up to support you against the counter or wall. And even if they weren't capable of pinning you against every surface in the house, his evol has you covered. 

Anywhere he takes you, he's almost forcing you to make eye contact, whimpering and groaning kinda pathetically. If you were to tease him and withhold your touch, he might even cry, whining and begging for you like he's desperate (he is). He can't help it, he's fantasized about your touch for over a decade, and the real thing is better than anything he's ever dreamed of (king of yearning). 

Fingers digging into his shoulders, your breasts press against his solid chest, back arching further with each plap of his hips against your own. A warm palm cradles the back of your neck, protecting your head from each harsh thrust against the living room wall. Digging your back into the cool sheetrock, you rut against his solid cock, imitating the motion of his hips to draw him even deeper inside you. Brow furrowing with a needy whine, he watches the way you swallow his entire length each time, sucking him so far into the intimate massage of your dripping walls, he isn’t sure he can last much longer. 

Caleb is a vision like this, his honeyed skin so smooth to the touch, every muscle defined and rippling in the soft light that kissed his beautiful features. What you love the most, however, are the gorgeous biceps caging you between the solid lines of his body and the harsh wall of his apartment in Skyhaven, so thick and firm, and wrapped completely around your burning form. Fuck, you needed this. 

“Tell me you love it when I fuck you like this.” Violet irises capture your own, pupils wide with love and lust, his grip on the back of your head tightening to prevent your gaze from wandering. 

Tugging on the dark brown locks at the nape of his neck, you moan loudly at a particularly deep thrust. Having known him so long, you deduct the hidden meaning from his lustful words, his desperation for reassurance that you need him just as badly as he needs you. “Caleb,” Whimpering his name, you grip at his arms and unconsciously dig your nails into the muscular flesh, “love this, love you. Your cock feels so good, mmph.” 

Squealing, your hands wind around his neck as he carries you to the couch, continuing to bounce you on his dick with each step. Supporting you with his arms alone, he drives deep into your pussy, a large hand holding your ass while the other wraps around your waist to hold you secure. Greedily nipping at your lips, he seats himself on the cushions, effortlessly manhandling you into a position that promises to further stretch your pretty pussy on his large cock. With your back against his front, he forces your knees to your chest, holding your thighs to your breasts with a large hand as he sheathes himself once again in your abused and swollen walls. Setting a bruising pace against your poor cervix, his fingers wind up your body, a pretty bicep caging you against his heaving chest in a headlock. The way he bounces you on his lap, so pliant against his large form makes you clench uncontrollably, the forearm against your throat forcing your gaze to his own. Desperate whimpers and whines fill your ears, his thrusts growing harsher and more erratic as he nears his release, those eyes watching every single reaction, praising you lewdly as he feels you near your own end. “Cum with me, pip-squeak. Need you to cum on my cock.” 

With a shuddering gasp, you fall apart, hard, milking his cock while he bites his lip against a pathetic moan and cums inside you. Throwing your head back, you can’t stop your eyelids from slipping closed, too blissed out for the intimate eye contact he often begged you for. A harsh slap to your clit makes you yelp his name, eyes shooting open to catch his darkening gaze, eyebrow twitching with annoyance that you withheld your gorgeous gaze as you came. “That’s better. I’ll just have to make you cum again.”       

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