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older bf! zayne who takes care of your needs, day and night, without fail. Working overtime at the hospital doesn’t stop him either. He’s using every opportunity to check his phone, searching for your name on his notifs. And when he does, he opens it to see an attachment. It was a photo, of his pillow squished between your bare thighs, skirt hiked up just enough to see the blooming wet patch of your cum on the cover.

older bf! zayne who sends quick texts asking you were able to take good care of yourself in his absence. Except, he knew damn well you were frustrated beyond belief. Struggling to replicate the feeling of his thick calloused fingers rubbing your clit in slow, caring circles with your own or his pillow. He could imagine it, really. You laid on his bed, hair sprawled on the pillows with your legs taking up his spacious bed, toes curling on the sheets as you played with your messy pussy, unable to sleep without your loving, more experienced boyfriend taking care of you.

older bf! zayne who hums in amusement at your reply to his message, words mostly misspelled, no doubt holding your phone with one hand. He teases you further, fingers flying across the screen to spell out a brief yet blunt text saying ‘you shouldn’t bother me at work, dove. You know how noticeable my boners are.’

older bf! zayne knew the mere mention of his cock would send you into a frenzy, getting you to form a mental image of his bare, heavy dick being pumped by his fist lazily before he plunged it into your tiny cunt. And he absolutely loved it—knowing you’d only add yet another digit into your pussy that cried for his girth to stretch you open.

older bf! zayne who’d come back home past midnight to see you passed out on the bed, nightgown bunched up above your midriff, exposing your drenched panties that hung low enpugh to give him a glimpse of your pussy. Just one look at you in the dark of his bedroom was enough to rile him up more than he already was after getting off his phone. Now, he knew he had to take care of you. He wouldn’t ever dream of leaving his girl unsatisfied no matter how long he left you hanging.

older bf! zayne who’d scoop you knees under his hands, pushing your legs up to your gently heaving chest, belt and zipper left open to let his pants hang low, cock standing at attention. He didn’t have to do much with the thin fabric of your panties, merely tucking it to the side enough for his bulbous tip to delve past your folds to notch into your entrance. He tries so hard not to force it all in with one swift thrust, willing his entire body to restrain his flexing muscles as he held your legs in place.

older bf! zayne who’d bottom in and out of you so fucking good, his fat cock nestling deep into your fluttering pussy with needy throbs that would lull you back to sleep. He’d shush you back to sleep softly, voice tight yet soothing still even as he worked to satisfy both of your needs. He’d hiss curses underneath his breath, mumbling and cooing tender praises into the dead of the night, hoping your slumbered self could hear him in your dreams.

older bf! zayne who’d pick up the pace when he feels himself getting dangerously, the coil in the pit of his stomach tightening with each slap of his balls against your plump ass. You weren’t far off either and he could tell—hands prying up for the covers of the pillows beneath your head, balling up to fists with needy mewls leaving your parted lips, your brows knitting into a look or pure ecstasy—the same look you’d have whenever you’re about to cum too, he notes.

older bf! zayne who plunges his spurting cock deep inside your spasming cunt when he cums, jets of thick hot semen spraying your womb white. Your whines grew louder, strands of your hair sticking to your sweat sheened skin. He’d stay still even when his orgasm fades, thrusting shallowly to prolong your pleasure—and hear the lewd squelches of the mess your cum made on his cock, the nest of hair below his pelvis glistening with your nectar.

small thought but it seems to me in my mind that caleb would fuck you doggy style on his bed, cum multiple times inside you until the last load, he leans down the arch of your back to nuzzle up by your ear for a teasing comment. But then the cherry on top would be his arm scooping under your body, lifting you off the bed just enough to give room for his hand to rub your lower belly where he pumped you full to the brim, long slender fingers tracing his name over the bulge he made from his semen, along with some pussy drunk hearts.

Im gonna lose it, anon istg ur contributing to my domestic caleb agenda.

Once colonel caleb finds out you’re pregnant after so many nights of reckless fucking, unprotected and willing to have you pregnant—he’s so fucking ecstatic. Seeing you approach him and reveal the pregnancy stick, the two lines confirming the presence of life in your belly where his many, many creampies took root, had him looking blank, making you worried he wasn’t as joyful as you thought he would be at the thought.

But before you could open your mouth to ask him a thing, he’s swept you off your feet, strong arms—bionic and muscle—wrapped around your torso beneath your arms, crushed into his body. Caleb’s face nuzzled into the column of your neck, nose and lips burying themselves impossibly close. His breath was heavy, hands clinging onto your shirt before he finally spoke.

“We’ll never be apart from each other ever again, you hear me? You’re attached to me, body and soul—like I am to you,” he whispered hotly, moving his head down the slop of your neck to rest his forehead against your shoulder, staying still in how he had you now to fight against the stinging that had begun to bloom in his eyes, jaw clenched and brows furrowed with effort.

All sentimentality aside, he’d most definitely whisper endless praises by your ear that exact same night while fucking you so lovingly, calling his good girl—his only girl—for how obedient you were when you took his previous loads, thanking you reverently for giving him the best gift he’d ever ask for—the best gift after your reappearance into his life, of course. He’s never more thankful for anything other than you.

You're in the kitchen, trying to prepare breakfast. You appreciate Sylus's help, and you love him for all that he's done, but you wanna feel at least a little useful and competent still. You're pregnant, not completely incapable

You manage to get something together when he finds you. Hugging you from behind, resting his chin in the crook of your shoulder, nuzzling his nose against your jaw and cheek with a rumbling, "Good morning, beloved."

You turn your head to give him a good morning kiss, groaning into it in annoyance. "My back hurts, Sy," you whine. "I swear they weigh as much as you."

He chuckles, kisses your cheek. "Let me help."

You give him a confused look, but you always trust him. Sylus has been looking up a lot of tips and videos for helping his pregnant darling, without telling you, of course, for moments like this when he gets to put what he's seen into action to help you like some suave superhero

He has to bend by his knees a bit to reach your height. Supports your belly from underneath with both hands. And lifts you back against him, all weight taken off your back as he effectively holds up all the weight of your belly for you

The effect is immediate. He smiles as he watches your eyes roll back, flutter shut, as your head falls back against his chest with a relieved sigh. Food is forgotten as you completely succumb to the feeling, arms slack and brain empty

You can feel his smile when he kisses your head. "Better?"

You nod dumbly, humming. "How long can you hold me up?" you murmur

"As long as you need me to."

"Then you're stuck here for a while."

caleb tries really hard. really, he does. when you whine and say it hurts or he's going too fast, he does his best to comply with your demands. keeping still. being gentle. peppering you with soft, reassuring kisses.

when caleb felt your cunt clench around his fingers, he didn't go crazy. he didn't lose his patience and tried to loosen you up to prep you as best as he could. when he put the head of his cock inside, he was slow and careful, even though he really, really wanted to feel your pussy.

but now, halfway in with you sobbing and crying for him to take it out, it's too big it won't fit, he hesitates. he can't move. he doesn't want to.

he really, really doesn't want to.

caleb can't stop his hips from fucking into you, not when you're so warm and wet and sinfully tight. looking up at him through teary lashes. cunt clenching around him like you never want him to pull out.

so even when the tears roll down your cheeks, when you say it hurts it a little, all caleb can do is apologize. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i can't stop," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to your temple to make up for the way his hips fucking pound into you, heavy and rough. his cock keeps releasing globs of pre-cum, sloshing inside with your slick. "pips, i'm sorry, you feel too good—"

your legs are trembling, kicking out when the tip of his dick hits a good spot. he holds them down with a tight grip, bruises shaped like his fingertips blooming on your thighs. "ah, no, please don't run away, don't run away from me... mmgh, let me feel you, ah, let me have your pretty pussy, fuck!"

it's like any semblance of control he had slipped away from him; suddenly, he can't ever have his lips empty, always kissing you, marking the side of your neck, or sucking down your chest. he can't stand having you away from him, pulling you back to his cock before you can escape. 

and, hysterically, he realizes he can't bring himself to pull out, even as he feels his release fast approaching.

so he pumps it all inside you, thick loads of hot semen flush against your womb. the cum keeps coming out, painting your walls white, filling you up and overflowing. his hips keep thrusting, pounding, fucking it deeper, even long after he's finally stopped cumming and he's so sensitive it almost hurts. because maybe, just maybe, if he tried hard enough, maybe it'll take on the first try. if he pushes it deep enough, maybe he'll see you round and glowing.

when you told your gamer boyfriend, caleb, that you wanted to cockwarm him.. he didn’t exactly say yes — he was just a little unsure. yeah, having sex with you is heaven. but cockwarming? he always thought it was overrated. if he’s gonna be buried inside you, he wants to move, wants to fuck you until you’re screaming his name.

but even after all that, how could he say no to you.

your ass fits perfectly into his lap, his strong arms wrap around your waist, keeping you balanced as you sit at his pc, letting him teach you how to play one of his games. he even picked a character that’s not too difficult to handle, knowing you’re not that much of a gamer. all the while, your panties are pushed to the side giving him full access to your sopping core. his cock stuffed so deep inside you, tip gently nudging your cervix with every “accidental” shift of your hips. just like when you kill an enemy, each little cheer making caleb’s breath catch behind you.

he twitches inside you. you’re so warm, so wet, so tight, just perfect. like you were made for him and, god, he needs to move so badly. he’s so deep but it’s not enough. but he can’t move. you wanted to try this, so he has to stay still. and you’re so unaware, fully focused on the a video game in front of you, unaware of how much your driving him crazy. are you purposely squeezing your walls around him, just to tease him?

he groans in your ear and pulls you closer, the hold on you growing tighter, resting a hand on your tummy to feel the bulge he’s created. it makes him throb, spurring him on more. his breaths are heavy on the curve your neck, followed by a soft press of his lips on your skin as he starts lose his patience. ready to snap.

your character’s left idle on the screen, completely forgotten. irrelevant when you’re now bent over caleb’s desk, panties thrown somewhere across his room. he thrusts into you hard and fast, fingers digging into your hips, pulling you into each buck of his hips. forcing every cry out of you. every whine, whimper and moan drowning out the sounds of his desk bumping against the wall. your hands scramble around the desk, desperate for something to hold on to. your body trembles from his relentless pace. he’s hungry — desperate. bullying your cervix over and over.

you wanted to cockwarm him. now you’re the one getting fucked senseless.

✉️ masterlist !

₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ovulating with caleb <3

💭 : p in v , overstimulation , fem!reader , praise , improper use of evol , squirting , messy sex , marathon sex , it’s ovulation week girls !! ^^

caleb knew how you got during ovulation week. one glance at his biceps, arms, or chest, and you’re looking at him with those eyes that are practically begging him to fuck you until you pass out.

and right now? you were looking at him with the same eyes. which is how you got led here. pinned down. drooling from both lips. being stretched out by a cock that was close to splitting you in half. “good girl,” caleb panted, sweat dripping from his temple.

his large form leaned over you, chest pressing against your legs in the meanest, most perfect mating press. his cock was hitting your g-spot repeatedly, drawing out more and more high, dumbed out moans from your puffy lips. he knew it too. oh, caleb knew how good you felt. to your fucked out facial expression to how your pussy is covering his cock whole.

“such a pretty—hah—pussy. god, she missed me, huh? suckin’ me in—all greedy,” he blabbered into your ear, the tone of his voice making you clench around his cock hard. you couldn’t even understand what he was saying—your brain was turning into mush, drooling from your panting mouth.

slurred words caleb didn’t even try to understand came out of your mouth as you went cross eyed, turning louder and louder. “ca—caleb! close, mph, ‘m close!” you whined and the man above you grinned. it felt like his thrusts got harder, faster and he pushed against your legs until they almost met your ears. “yeah? is my dumb baby close? i bet she is. ‘could feel this pussy clenching—i know her like the back of my hand.”

your gut coiled up into something you can’t explain and you blubbered nonsense, tears swelling in your eyes as you tensed. a few more thrusts—one, two, three—until you came with a scream.

except you didn’t cum. no, instead, you squirted. a wet splash and his abdomen, balls, and cock were covered in your juices. “holy—fuck—did you just squirt—” he let out a surprise gasp and your own pleasure triggered his own. he didn’t even have time to warn you before he toppled over, weight against your chest as he shot load after load into your wet heat.

you let out a mewl, too filled with ecstasy to hear hear caleb moan and groan about how “it’s so much”, and how he “can’t stop”. you felt filled to the brim, caleb’s thick cum seeping out of your well-stretched hole as his cock came to a stop. “fuck, thank you, baby. you did so good, so perfect.”

when your jaw slowly opens, his does too, when it gets wider and wider and your brows start pinching together as he curls his fingers against your gspot, riding you higher and higher, his brows pinch and his jaw opens, little gasps and groans slipping from his lips to match yours

Sometimes, when smut gets intense, we need a reminder that we’re still safe and loved. Read this if you need a safe space after heavy smut with your F/O.

Pairing: your fave x fem!reader

Words: 1.1k

Contains: unnamed male!F/O, implied sub!reader, mentions of overstim and rough sex, aftercare, cuddles, sweet nothings, praise, doting, mushy relationship stuff, F/O calls R “sweetheart,” “honey,” “baby girl,” and “good girl,” your F/O is called “partner” so you can decide if it’s husband/boyfriend/etc.

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked. Feel free to tell me who you imagine while you’re reading ❤️

Caleb has a habit of cupping your pussy while you cuddle and you have a habit of using his hands to masturbate.

It’s not surprising once you and him made it official he finally started to not hold back , especially with touching.

He loves kissing you, holding your hand, embracing your body, even when you both are sitting together in a meeting or class his pinky wonders to yours to take hold.

There has not been a day that went by where it ends with his hands all over your body.

Some evening it’s just him spooning you with his hand in your shirt, but days like this where his hand is in your panties caused him to act differently.

For the past few weeks Caleb started to move his hands in between your thighs as yall slept. You didn’t mind his colder hands there seeing as the nights are getting longer and hotter. Eventually though you woke up to his hands deep in your panties.

He wasn’t fingering you, he was just…cupping it. Holding your cunt in his palm with the occasional rub from his thumb. It wasn’t….the worst thing though?

You and him did establish after getting more sexually intimate, that if you or him were to be asleep and the other was needy you could use each other.

Caleb personally hates the idea of “using you”, but he still agreed

He wasn’t fucking you at all though, you look through the small mirror across from you to see him comfortably sleep in your neck behind you, one of his arms being used as your personal pillow and the other in between your legs.

It was cute.

You never asked him about it nor questioned it. Waking up before him deemed difficult because you know he’s a light sleeper when it comes to you.

That’s when an idea popped up.

You turn slightly over to where you could spread your legs wider while still being laid on your side. Your arm reaches over to glide on his scared arm and bicep to trace down to join his hand in your panties. That’s when you felt how wet you really were.

It wasn’t a surprise you were always most sensitive in the morning, so why not fix that release before getting the day started?

Your fingers laid on top of his and you pressed his middle and ring finger on your clit, circling it while carefully rolling your hips. The whole idea of using his hands to get off was actually turning you on more than you think.

His fingers were larger and longer than yours, it wasn’t long until you threw your head into your pillow to hum out in pleasure. Caleb still caught in his sleep didn’t seem to notice at all. His scent and breathing in your ear made you lose yourself a little.

Until his name slipped out your mouth.

“Ca—!!?”

“You’re so naughty.” His cold lips landed on your spine causing you to arch back, your hands stopped moving on its own while his kisses trailed from your back, shoulder, and neck, right at your sweet spot to assist you in finishing moaning his name. “Keep goin’….cum on my hand.”

“I’m so—-“

“Noooo.” He nips at your salty exposed skin, licking over it as an apology, “Cum on them and I’ll help you s’more…okay?”

You look up at the mirror, startled a little seeing that he was already looking right at you through the reflection, you continue.

It felt more erotic knowing you both were staring at each other while you use him to finger fuck yourself. You wanted him to get a full show so you kick off the remainder blanket, your panties practically wet and crumbled to the side your both your hands as you move his fingers to rub faster.

“Shit…” Caleb felt the blood rush to his dick, pressed against your lower back he all but moans in your ear. “You’re so sexy baby, please…please keep going…cum for me.”

Something about you using him riles him up that he gets hisself lost in a trance, grinding against your round ass as you reach closer and closer to your climax.

“Yes…yessss Caleb!” Your head falls back into his landing you right to be kissed as he lost his patience and took charge to rub faster shapes on your clit, sucking on your tongue while your body ruts into his hand.

He pulls back to see your flushed face, a spit trail tearing apart as you smile to cover your face in embarrassment.

“‘M sorry..”

You and him would have a language barrier, you speak English and he speaks Chinese but that wouldn’t stop him from learning English to talk to you. He would take classes, and each time you see him he has already learned more sentences to impress you with.

“We should..go…to the….uh…” He begins to shape out a building with his hands, still struggling to make out the words he knows he can say, but it just won’t come out, “Mo…movie! Movie theater!”

His accent is so heavy and shaky, as opposed to when he speaks confidently in his native language you start just smiling at him when he speaks to you as if he were a puppy opening his eyes for the first time.

“Yes.” You giggle holding his warmed cheeks, he was already melting into your touch, “Yes let’s go to the movies.”

He made sure to take you to a romance flick, not only because he knows you love them, but to also grab a few pointers and phrases to let you know how much he really loves you.