warnings : unprotected sex, hair pulling, kinda sub!leb.

꒰ ㆍ 𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔.ᐟ ㆍ ⸝⸝ ꒰ ㆍ 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑.ᐟ ㆍ ⸝⸝

the couch creaked indecently, squeaking like it wanted to snap any moment soon. your breast bounced harshly, pairing with the clap of the flesh of your ass against his thighs, squelching lewdly each time you bottom out on his cock. 

it was amusing how you managed to make caleb a moaning mess by simply taking the lead. though you were no different. you moan and chant his name like a mantra, too intoxicated by how his length stretched your hole out delectably. every gasp and cry’s a brazen confession of how his cock made you feel good.

“fuck—more—your cock—feel so—f-feel so good, caleb.” you gasp, your glossy eyes rolling back along with your sanity swirling into flurry as you continued plunging yourself onto his robust manhood like your life depended on it.

caleb on the other hand couldn't help but answer your confessions with unrestrained whimpers. his slender fingers tangling, fisting your hair before tugging it harshly—desperation coursing through his veins. “thaaat’s right—fuck—atta girl…does my cock drives you crazy, hm?” he coos, the fresh warmth of his breath fanning against your tearstained skin, adding to the mind-blowing euphoric sensation.

you bit your lip, humming gutturally as an answer. “yes, yes—oh—so full of your—y-your cock!” your words were broken, too overwhelmed to speak fully that drool started trickling fork the corner of your lips. 

fuck. it's that good.

what a lustful spectacle.

“oh my god, look at you—gonna make me come, pips—” his voice was shaky, ragged, desperation laced with it. caleb’s jaw tensed, forcing his gaze with yours burning with concentration as he met your harsh plunge. 

“ah! f-fuck so deep—caleb!” you gasp from the sudden toe-curling sensation. every push forced his bluntness in the depths of your core—kissing that sweet spot that turned your mind haywire.

with the hardcore copulation happening, the relishing reciprocation of pain and pleasure continued until it hit him, “fuck—oh, pips, i’m gonna cum,” his impending climax approaching torturously fast. his grip on your waist tightened—he was breathless. “f-fuck—gonna come, pips—getoffgetoffgetoff—m gonna cum—shit—” he panicked with a pathetic whimper, his face contorting like he's in pain as he rolled his head back, clumsy hands attempting to hoist you off of him with his remaining strength. 

you shook your head, chuckling and mewling as you bounced on his cock harder and faster, riding him further. “nooo, please. i want—i want it inside me, please —want you to fill me up so good, caleb.” 

dear god. of course you’d say something like that while he's on the verge of filling you up. caleb felt his cock twitches, his hips finally stuttering as surrender. “oh, god...shit…” he whimpered as his body trembled. he held your hips still with an audible moan—a sign of releasing from the shackles of his restraints—he came. 

you felt it, the warmth of him penetrating in soft ropes inside you, painting you in ivory just like you've wanted. you moaned, following suit, coating his cock with your glutinous essence. 

he whimpered breathlessly, body twitching from the aftermath of euphoria. “ah fuck…pips, you're—you’re amazing…i love you so much…” 

“m-hm..” you chuckle as you moved your hips back and forth, licking your lips indulging in the ecstatic tingling sensation he gave. “love you too…”

"Slap me."

The words, spoken in his husky, wanting voice, makes your movements falter on his lap.

"What?"

Sylus groans, one large hand cupping your ass and forcing you right back into an unforgiving rhythm on his cock.

"You heard me, sweetie." His nose brushes along your neck before he pulls back. One eyes pulses with need so intense it makes your cheeks warm. "Slap me. On the face."

Your fingers curl against his shoulders. You bite your lip as you rise and fall on his length, each thrust dragging a rough sound from his throat.

Slowly, you lift your hand.

Your fingers twitch with hesitation before your palm connects with his cheek. It's not gentle by any means. But it isn't hard, either.

Sylus exhales sharply, his aether core immediately flaring brighter. His grip on your skin tightens, jaw flexing as he starts meeting your thrusts until his mushroom tip is bullying your cervix.

"Harder," he growls.

You mewl, nails raking down his chest, unable to think of anything coherent for a brief second.

"S-Sy—!"

Sylus, impatient in a way he usually never is, allows his hand to come down on your ass cheek, hard.

The provoking slap rings out alongside the wet sounds of your joining, and the sting makes you gasp. His fingers immediately squeeze the tender flesh afterwards, as if daring you to give him exactly what he's asking for.

Fine.

You lift your hand and smack it across his cheek with real effort this time, hard enough that his head turns from the force. When he looks back at you, his cheek is blooming pink.

Or maybe he's just blushing.

"F-Fuck, kitten," he moans, the sound quite needy from someone who had been so demanding only seconds ago.

He leans forward to steal a kiss, but the moment his lips crash into yours, his cock throbs violently inside you. Sylus shudders as he cums, trembling against your mouth.

"We're definitely doing that again."

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