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۶ৎ Panties. He definitely has a thing for panties, extra points if they’re a little childish & worn out.

۶ৎ Power play. I don’t actually think Caleb would have a prominent size kink, he loves you no matter how big or small you are. I think Caleb is more of the power play type, think more of “look what I can make you do” and less of “look at how small you are”

۶ৎ Voyeuristic. He’d never outwardly admit it, but he’s definitely watched you change more times than one.

۶ৎ Dirty talk. Since Caleb is a little stuck in the past I think he’d try not to dirty talk too badly (still tends to baby you), but in the moment he’ll definitely say the filthiest things that catch you off guard.

۶ৎ Oral fixation. 100% an eater, don’t try to squirm you aren’t escaping his tongue regardless. He’ll hold your thighs down with his arms and your entire lower body with his evol if you continue to move.

۶ৎ Craves physical touch. He’s very touchy & grabby in general, so it’d be 10x worse in bed. If you’re chubby he’ll mindlessly rub at your hips & if you’re slimmer he’ll constantly grab at your waist to pull you closer.

۶ৎ Sex with him gets messy. Spit, sweat, other questionable liquids get everywhere everytime he has you. Expect a massive wet spot on the sheets everytime you’re finished.

❥ His attempt at being gentle with you. Most likely the morning after an argument.

❥ Is it really a punishment if you’re enjoying it this much?

Bonus SFW

❥ Driving w Sylus in the N109 zone :)

❥ Sends you videos like this & types “Hm, this little kitten reminds me of someone.”

❥ You played a mischievous prank on Sylus, as usual he was amused, but you didn’t expect your actions to actually have consequences. Don’t bother trying to squirm away, he’d never let you get away with teasing him so blatantly.

❥ Immediately giving you what you wanted? No, Sylus would rather watch your face twist with pleasure as he teased you to the brink of tears.

❥ Early mornings at his house. You can squeeze that pillow as much as you’d like, it won’t make him show any mercy.

❥ Aftermath of trying to get smart with him.

❥ Result of you running your mouth, he’s not actually irritated though, he’s just amused by the facial expression you make as he fucks your throat. (kinda intense)

❥ Whenever he was away for a while, he always sent you random videos like these, babbling on about how much he missed you. Eventually you learned not to open his messages in public.

❥ It was a late night in the middle of summer. The both of you decided to go to a drive in movie. It didn’t take long for you to start caressing the side of his arm… down to his thigh. Ten minutes into the movie he blacked out his smart car windows and helped you bounce on his cock.

❥ Since Caleb had been a jerk all week, you decided to stop by the basketball court wearing the skimpiest outfit you owned just to spite him. He was there with his friends and he almost tripped over his feet mid dribble when he saw you. His friends gawked silently and the vein in Caleb’s neck bulged. He said nothing as the two of you walked home, but as soon as you sat on the couch he pinned you down and fucked you until you could see stars.

❥ Cuddling on the couch and watching movies… until grandma falls asleep and he can’t stop slamming his hips upwards— wanting to be deeper inside of you while simultaneously telling you to be quiet so you don’t get caught.

Bonus BDSM stuff :3

❥ Dom!Caleb after letting you have your fun and tease him all week, he binds your thighs spread and fucks his fingers deep inside of you.

❥ Sub!Caleb preferred to be in control, dominant even. Regardless, he let you bind his wrists to his thighs and continue on to overstimulate him— he couldn’t prevent himself from whining like a puppy.

❥ You’re so cute & soft, he just can’t stop fucking you in his bed whenever grandma leaves the house.

❥ Aftermath of teasing him until his breaking point. He cant stop rutting into you like a dog in heat— watching your face twist & your tits bounce only riles him up even further.

❥ The morning after an argument… Caleb was never one to verbally say “i’m sorry” but he’d always find a different way to apologize. Instead of saying “Hey, about last night” when you wake up, he just tells you to lift your thighs. He gently eats you out (For a good hour or two— just until you can’t stay mad at him)

❥ You’d been a teasing brat all day— spamming his phone with sexy photos & begging him to come home early from work (just teasing. not actually thinking he could, being a colonel & all). Eventually, Caleb couldn’t stand it a second longer, he didn’t text back nor even tell you he was coming home early— he just came through the door silently. He entered the bedroom, startling you. It only took 3 minutes for your pants to be discarded & for him to start stuffing you full of him.

Bonus BDSM stuff :3

❥ Dom!Caleb teaches you lesson after seeing your report card. (he wanted an excuse to spank you.)

❥ Sub!Caleb finally lets you tie him up after all your begging— whimpers like a puppy as you overstimulate him.

You’re sitting on the couch, legs crossed, wearing a little tank top and thigh-high socks, just scrolling your phone. Denji’s supposed to be watching TV—but his eyes keep dropping to your thighs. The way your shirt stretches across your chest. The way your lips part when you’re focused.

He’s quiet for a second. Then, without looking away, he murmurs.

“You ever think about how easy it’d be to just… slip your panties to the side right now?”

You pause. Look at him.

“What?”

“I mean—I do. All the time. You sit around lookin’ like this and act like I’m not supposed to be droolin’ over you?”

He doesn’t even hide the way his hand is already rubbing himself through his sweats.

🛋️ Couch

He pulls you into his lap, hands grabbing your thighs with zero hesitation now. He lifts your tank top just enough to bite at your soft belly, licking and groaning like he’s drunk on your skin.

“Om… mmm..”

“I can’t think straight when you’re around. Can’t even jerk off without picturing how you sound.”

You grind your hips into his lap—he whines.

“Fuck, do that again—…”

And when you do, when you bounce just a little while still clothed, he tilts his head back with a grin.

“You know what you’re doin’, don’t you?”

🍑Kitchen

You’re in the kitchen later, bent slightly over the counter in those same thigh-highs, and Denji comes up behind you like a dog in heat.

He cups your hips, grinding his hard-on right against your ass and groaning into your ear.

“How the hell am I supposed to not fuck you right here?”

His hands slip up under your shirt. His teeth sink lightly into your shoulder.

“You think I didn’t notice you bending over on purpose?”

“I notice everything. I see every little bounce, jiggle, peek—I eat that shit up.”

He flips your skirt up. No warning.

“You wear these tiny-ass panties just to tease me, hm?”

🧼Shower

He finally gets you alone in the shower—and it’s over. You’re barely under the water before he’s already sucking hickeys into your neck, rutting against your thigh with soap still in his hands.

“You ever think about me when you touch yourself? Huh?”

“Bet you don’t even have to imagine—just think about me moanin’ and you’re done, right?”

You whimper something back, and he nearly drops to his knees.

“Say it again. Tell me you finger yourself thinkin’ about me.”

When you do, he loses it. Tongue everywhere. Fingers inside you, hard and fast, groaning your name like a prayer while he makes you cum against the tile wall.

🛏️Bedroom

When he finally gets you in bed, there’s no holding back.

He sucks your tits like they’re keeping him alive.

He fucks you with two fingers while jerking himself off and staring at your face.

He talks nonstop—“You like that?” “You’re mine, right?” “No one else sees you like this.”

He eats you out like he’s starving—gripping your thighs like he’ll die if you pull away.

Then he flips you over and grinds his cock between your thighs, teasing himself before finally pushing in and gasping like he’s never felt anything better.

“Fuck—fuck, you’re so tight—so warm.”

“You’re perfect.”

You’re on his bed in nothing but an oversized tee—his—lying on your stomach, scrolling your phone, legs up and swaying absently in the air. The shirt rides up juuust enough to show the curve of your ass.

He’s standing in the doorway. Staring. Heat rising in his chest.

He’s quiet for a second, but then mutters:

“You know I can see everything when you wear that, right?”

You peek back with a grin.

“‘That why you’re hard already?”

And yeah. He is.

…

He crawls onto the bed, slowly, and touches without asking.

There’s something different in his eyes tonight—more heat. Less hesitation.

He pushes your shirt up and spreads your thighs with both hands, watching the way you squirm, already wet and sensitive.

“Damn… look at you…”

He’s not shy. Not tonight.

He spreads you open with his thumbs, low whistle under his breath.

“Drippin’ like you missed me.”

“Denji—”

“Don’t even pretend you didn’t wanna be touched like this.”

He lowers his mouth onto you, tongue slow and messy. No technique—just hunger. His tongue slurps, moans vibrating against your skin.

“Taste so good, babe…”

You’re shaking already. Fists clutching the sheets. He doesn’t stop—not until you’re twitching, gasping out his name over and over again.

…

He flips you over, mouth still wet.

His voice? Rougher now. That shy-boy act replaced by pure need.

“You always let me have you so easy… you don’t even make me beg.”

He’s rubbing himself against you, not inside yet. Just teasing. Letting the tip glide through the slickness between your folds while he stares down at you—completely in awe.

“How’d I get so lucky…?”

You cup his face.

“You didn’t get lucky, Denji. You’re loved. Now fuck me.”

That breaks him.

…

He slams into you with all that emotion.

Passionate. Sloppy. Fast.

His moans are loud—he doesn’t care anymore. Doesn’t hold back. Just pants your name over and over while he fucks you into the mattress, hips snapping hard.

He grabs you by the thighs and pushes your knees to your chest, deeper now, watching the way your tits bounce with every thrust.

“You feel so good—fuck—never wanna leave…”

“Then don’t—keep going—please—”

And he does. Faster. Rougher.

“You’re gonna let me cum inside you, right? Gonna let me fill you up like always?”

You nod, whimper, cling to him with teary eyes.

“All yours, Denji—just yours—always—”

…

He’s lying between your legs after round two. Kissing up your inner thighs. Mouthing at your skin like he can’t get enough.

Then he looks up at you with that same dazed, fucked-out look and grins:

“Think I could get you to sit on my face next?”

You blush. He leans in closer, voice low.

“Come onn… lemme drown in it.”

He loves the way your thighs squeeze around his head, the way your hips grind down without meaning to.

Afterward, he licks his lips.

“You’re sweeter than anything I’ve ever eaten.”

…

He starts marking you up—hickeys along your collarbone, little bites on your inner thighs.

“So everyone knows you’re mine.”

He gets vocal. Whining when you clench around him. Whispering filthy things in your ear while holding your hips still:

“Takin’ me so good—like you’re made for it…”

“That little pussy’s been waitin’ all day for me, huh?”

“You like when I use you like this? Like my own little fucktoy?”

And you love it. You pull his hair, kiss him with tongue and simply tell him to go harder.

He does. Every time.

Your shirt’s half-off. His face is slick with spit. Your nipple’s red from his tongue, and your skin glistens with where he’s been kissing, licking, and suckling like a man addicted.

You’d tease him if he didn’t look so damn desperate.

He’s humping the bed now—slow, needy little grinds of his hips against the sheets—cock straining in his boxers. His mouth pulls off your nipple with a wet pop, and he finally lifts his head, panting.

“Fuck… can’t hold it anymore,” he groans. “Need—fuck, I need to cum.”

You smile lazily, voice low, teasing.

“You’ve been sucking on my tits for like two hours, babe. You gonna do something with ‘em now?”

His pupils blow wide. He stares at your chest like it’s a holy shrine.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “I’m gonna fuck ‘em.”

You don’t even have to move.

He straddles your thighs, pulling down his boxers, cock springing out hard and flushed—dripping at the tip already. You’ve barely touched him, and he’s leaking like he’s ready to explode.

He grabs your tits with both hands, pressing them together and sliding his cock between them with a guttural groan.

“Holy shit—holy fucking shit…”

You moan just from the look on his face—glazed over, totally lost in it. The weight of your chest surrounds him perfectly, soft and warm and tight between your palms as he thrusts.

Slow at first. Then faster.

“You feel that?” he pants. “Fucking—perfect, babe. You were made for this.”

Your spit and his precum coat your cleavage, making it slippery, messy, & obscene. His hips jerk forward with each thrust, cockhead peeking out between your tits only to disappear again.

You lean your head down and give the tip a slow, lazy lick when it pops through. He chokes on a moan.

“You tryna kill me? Fuck, fuck—do that again—”

You do.

He’s trembling. Losing it.

“This is way better than pussy. Better than air. I swear to god—fuck—”

You squeeze your tits tighter around him, watching his face fall apart. His mouth drops open. His eyes roll back. His thrusts get sloppier.

“Gonna cum, babe—I’m gonna—fuck, gonna paint these tits…”

And he does.

With a deep, broken groan, Denji throws his head back and cums hard—thick ropes of it spurting out all over your chest, your neck, even your lips. His cock twitches between your tits, and he just keeps thrusting until every drop’s squeezed out.

He collapses forward, face-first into your chest again, breath ragged.

“Fuck…” he mumbles, kissing your slick skin. “Still not done.”

You laugh, fingers threading through his hair.

“Again?”

He groans into your tits, already half-hard again.

“Just lemme nap here for five minutes… then yeah. Again.”

It starts with your phone in your hand and Denji between your tits. Again.

You didn’t even call him over—he just gravitated toward you like a heat-seeking puppy. One second you were scrolling through your feed, and the next his head was on your chest, arms wrapped loosely around your waist, face buried right between the soft weight of your breasts.

Not touching you to start anything.

Just… there.

Melting into you.

Groaning low like he was sinking into the best sleep of his life.

“Fuck, you’re warm… ‘m never movin’ again.”

He says that every time. And yet, somehow, every time, he gets a little bolder.

At first, he just nuzzles—lazy, puppy-like, breathing slow. Then he licks. Small, absentminded flicks of his tongue along your skin, your cleavage, the curve of your breast where it spills out of your tank top. You ignore him, barely reacting.

You’ve learned not to engage too fast.

Denji’s like a wild animal when it comes to your chest: if you act like it’s normal, he stays soft. If you respond? He turns rabid.

“You okay down there?” you murmur, thumb scrolling TikTok.

“Mmmh,” he mumbles, lips dragging across your cleavage.

“Better than okay. You smell so good… fuck…”

It escalates slowly. His hand slips under your top, warm fingers sliding up to cup one of your tits like he’s done it a thousand times—and he has. You sigh, arching just slightly when his thumb brushes your nipple.

He doesn’t stop scrolling your skin with his mouth.

Denji kisses lazily at the swell of your breasts, open-mouthed, messy. His tongue drags between them, then over the soft underside. He moans like he’s tasting something, not just skin.

“Tastes like heaven,” he mutters against you.

“Feels like I’m suckin’ on god’s tits or somethin’.”

You snort, but don’t push him off. He’s hard—you can feel it against your thigh—but he hasn’t even tried to take off your shirt. He’s just content to lay there and worship you.

His mouth finds your nipple and wraps around it with a slow, languid suck.

“Mmmnn…”

He doesn’t stop. Not for minutes. Maybe hours.

Every now and then you feel him hump gently against the bed or your leg, desperate and subtle, like he’s trying to get himself off just from sucking your tits.

…

“You wanna fuck?” you ask eventually, voice low, teasing.

He shakes his head against your chest.

“Not yet. Wanna stay here a little longer. ‘Til my jaw gives out.”

“You’ve been at it forever, babe.”

“Still not done.”

His voice is whiny, almost sleepy. His tongue swirls your nipple again, slower now, worshipful.

“Could die like this. Between these huge fuckin’ tits. You’d bury me with a boner.”

You laugh, carding your fingers through his messy hair. He hums at the touch, rutting harder now, but still refuses to move.

“You’re obsessed,” you murmur.

“Yeah,” he groans, mouth open on your skin, spit slick and hot.

“I really am.”