IS SHE . . . a sweet tooth? yes she is. does she like anything lemon flavored? yes. 100%. her ultimate favs are cotton candies, milk teas, gummies and anything chocolate/lemon/cookies and cream flavoured. she like to eat anything sweet and sour (okay, maybe salty foods too.)

SHE HAD BEEN . . . watching anime ever since she was 12 years old (*cough* inuyasha fever, good ol days) funny because she's really not into romance anime lol. she's not being bitter or sumth, she's just into supernatural, action, and mystery.

SKIRTS AND DRESSES . . . are her favs. why? no explanation, she just loves them.

SHE LOVES . . . to admire the sea and the setting sun, especially while travelling on a boat.

SHE'S FOND OF . . . trying new things. she's enthusiastic, and she loves the thrill of doing or trying something new.

SHE'S NOT VERY GOOD AT . . . sketching/drawing, but she loves painting!

SHE ATTENDED . . . visual arts back when she was in high school and she spent her after school hours painting in the visual arts room.

HORROR GAMES/MOVIES ARE . . . a no-no for her. 1% watch; 99% covering her eyes and screaming. and yeah, no, you won't make her play resident evil (okay, she'll watch, she loves leon grr), slendrina or granny whatevs. she's the "you handle playing, i'll handle the screaming and encouragement" type. yes.)

SHE ENJOYS . . . window shopping and she thinks it's gonna be the reason why she's gonna be broke soon. lol jk

SHE ALWAYS . . . catches herself posing in the mirror, cameras/cctvs. no comment. it's a muscle memory she says.

SHE LOVES . . . collecting cute hairpins and accessories.

SHE LEARNED SINGING WHEN . . . she was three years old.

SHE LOVES . . . wearing shoes only because she sucks walking on heels.

SHE HAS . . . little, dainty hands even with her age rn. her nose is kinda tiny too.

SHE CAN'T GET ANY CHORES DONE WITHOUT . . . blasting her playlist or singing.

SHE ENJOYS . . . cooking even though she only know a few recipes and is not really a good cook.

SHE EASILY . . . gets cold, and gets sick.

SHE HAS . . . motion sickness but can handle not being sea sick.

SHE HAS A . . . weak tolerance for spicy foods.

SHE HAVEN'T TRIED . . . drinking strong alcohols, but gets tipsy easily with a 4.5% alcohol content wine.

A LOT OF PEOPLE TOLD HER THAT . . . her voice doesn't sound like a twenty year old. (dk if it's a compliment or nah)

SHE CAN . . . bend (or move) her thumb joints.

FAV. SONGS AND ARTISTS/BANDS 𖹭.ᐟ

・┈ 𐙚 ˚ ARIANA GRANDE

thinking bout you . one last time . everytime . in my head . break free . hampstead . daydreamin’ . bye . honeymoon avenue . love me harder . into you . right there . be my baby.

・┈ 𐙚 ˚ ROSÉ

gone . two years . number one girl . toxic till the end . drinks or coffee . stay a little longer . gameboy.

・┈ 𐙚 ˚ TAYLOR SWIFT

the story of us . enchanted . mine . teardrops on my guitar . message in a bottle . the way i loved you . fearless . you belong with me . all too well . seven . lover . cardigan . mr. perfectly fine . labyrinth.

・┈ 𐙚 ˚ SABRINA CARPENTER

juno . nonsense . feather . bed chem . tears . when did you get hot . man child . busy woman . because i liked a boy.

・┈ 𐙚 ˚ TATE MCRAE

purple lace bra . miss possessive . exes . it's ok i'm ok . revolving door . sports car.

・┈ 𐙚 ˚ CHASE ATLANTIC

meddle about . church . the walls . heaven and back . into it . okay . tidal wave . ohmami . mamacita.

・┈ 𐙚 ˚ IU

blueming . eight . good day . bbibbi . lilac . celebrity.

・┈ 𐙚 ˚ LE SSERAFIM

sour grapes . good parts . no return . flash forward . fire in the belly . perfect night . ash . unforgiven . anti-fragile . spaghetti.

・┈ 𐙚 ˚ ONE DIRECTION

last first kiss . loved you first . you & i . kiss you . steal my girl . 18 . one thing.

sylus knew exactly what he was doing, busying your mind with just his lips, moving in a hypnotic rhythm. he knows where and when to nip that spot that rumbled a groan from you, traveling his worshipping gestures on every erogenous part of your body that resulted in the outcome you're currently in. 

you're on your back on his bed, catching your breath, lower part angled impossibly up against his powerful, towering frame. sylus watched how small you looked beneath him, your ankles barely hooking his shoulder—igniting his desires. 

with an impatient click of his tongue, he positioned himself between your slick folds, folding your thighs down to your stomach, and thrusting an inch of his flushed bluntness in you.

“oh fuck—sylus!” you moaned, an airy pitch ripped out straight from your throat. reflexively, your nails dug into the hard muscles of his chest, seeking support from the drowning sting he alone could make you feel.

of course. you were too occupied by his hypnotic procedures earlier that you forgot how big your man is. 

dear god. you swear he's unknowingly ripping you apart. 

“fuck—you’re gripping me, sweetie. i'm gonna cream you so quickly if this keeps up,” he groaned, a rich reverberating chuckle following after. he pressed against you further, plunging another aching inch inside you. every agonizing stretch elicited a confession of pain from you.

“sy…i-it hurts—s-so thick, i think i’m gonna tear,” you shook your head as you sobbed beneath him, your face contorted, beads of tears evident on your lids. “i can't—”

“shh. breathe, sweetie. you can take it, just spread your legs for me—fuck—that’s it, my good girl.” he praised between slow thrusts. sylus hushed you by pressing his  lips on your calves, grunting as he simultaneously pushed deeper, his knees dipping the plush mattress as he focused. “that's right, take it. relax for me, i've got you.”

the pressure felt like an unbearable brutal breach that you couldn't help but squirm and shriek his name agonizingly, bowing your neck from the sudden fullness as he thrusted deeper. “sy—sylus—it hu—sylus!” you sobbed, toes digging into his chest. 

“do you want me to pull it out?” 

you whimpered, the thought of his warmth disappearing against you made you pout. “no, please. i want it—i need everything but it…it just hurts.” 

and that's the only thing sylus wanted to hear. with your permission vocalized, he buried himself deeper with a powerful push. you screamed his name, a raw, shocked sound of total surrender from the split. “sylus! you’re deep—so deep inside me—feel so full—mhh”

“i am, sweetie. just a little bit more and we can feel good together, alright?” 

dear god. he wasn't even fully in yet. 

just how fast the evening event changes; from being enveloped in faint murmurs, and graciousness at the banquet, to being enveloped in the cold tranquility of his place.

well, it was cold—not until rafayel had you pressed up against him right after you had locked yourselves up in his room. the room felt feverish, not suffocating, but the presence of sensuality remained lingering in the air, mixing with the desperate sighs leaving each other's lips.

rafayel had you balanced upon him, your legs resting on either side of his. his glistening sweat-damped figure sat on the warm plush of his couch, oceanic irises glued onto your nakedness, beholding every little curve he alone worships so much. “can't take it anymore, cutie. i need you,” he stressed his last sentence between ragged breaths before tilting his head to the side, capturing your lips. 

lower, and lower—he kissed, licked, bit—his ministrations was driving you to the edge until a sudden ache between your thighs jolts you back to reality. “raf—mhh–” you bit your lips, eyes circling from the sudden sensation. 

he grinned slightly, a satisfied sigh slipping from his lips, amused by your reaction. “you feel so warm. you feel so tight. more—share your warmth with me more, cutie…please.” he groaned, nuzzling on the heaving mounds of flesh of your chest. rafayel fumbled with the dress pooling on your waist until you felt the warmth of his palm push your hips down his length.

“rafayel! it hurts!—wait—please—” you squirmed from his grip, back arching as an attempt to pull away from his breaching intrusion. rafayel’s groan reverberated against your skin, the pained shrill from you was enough to make him snap out of his desperate desires. “you're too big—slowly, please.” your plea came out a shaky whine—submissive.

he pulled his head back slightly, your face much smaller in his hands, forcing you to look at him. “you have to relax for me, cutie. don't fight the stretch, okay? you're fine; i’ll be gentle this time. i always love this feeling, and you will too, just like last time, okay?”

you listened, and once he saw you nod, he pushed your hips down—much slower this time—careful not to hurt you. every inch felt like a brutal breach, stretching your tightness until you've taken half of him. your hips stilled, shuddering from the profound fullness. 

it still hurts, but the thought of you—taking him further than ever—made your chest bubble with satisfaction. “rafayel—i-i’m doing it—can feel you inside me,” you shivered as you watched how he slowly disappeared within you.

rafayel hummed, leaning his head back. “yeah—mhh—you got this, cutie. just like that. breathe for me slowly. take me deeper,” he instructed, a soft, tender smile adorning his pleasured expression. 

you were lying on the bedroom floor, the warmth of the rug beneath—a comforter— from the sore position he had got you into. xavier stretched out above you in a deep, intimate embrace. 

the room was filled with a muffled cacophony of pleasure, discarded apparels surround your forms—a subtle evidence of what had gone far. “hah—xavier–” you gasped, your back bowed against the floor upon feeling the warm latch of his lips on your swollen nipple. then you felt it—the rigidness of his size against your wetness. it made you tense.

he pushed inside, the sudden stretch made you dig crescents into his skin. "ah! xav—wait—please,” you sobbed, pleading, your hands now pressing against his powerful shoulders. “too big—can't take it—i feel like tearing—fuck!” 

xavier stopped immediately, his weight still pressing down on you. his eyes, usually bright, were now focused and reassuring. 

he chuckled softly, "hey, don't focus on my size. i'm right here. i'm going slow, and we're doing this together—like last time, okay?” he whispered, before lowering his head, giving you a deep, grounding kiss. while kissing, he pushed further in; you gasped, a sharp, choked noise.

"oh fuck—it burns! xavier—” 

“shh…i know, i know,” he rested his forehead against yours, shushing you as he thrusts slowly. “here, just focus on my voice. don't focus on the stretch, okay? i’m right here.” he pushed forward slowly, steadily, feeding you an inch at a time, holding the intense resistance until you started to tremble.

with a final, smooth, and determined shove, he sank to the deepest point, filling you completely. “oh my g—xavier! xavier!” you screamed, tears trickling down your lids from the mix of burning sensation and fullness. 

reflexively, you legs wrapped and locked around his hips, arms fumbling where to grasp until you found the bulge of his biceps. “hah—shit! there we go, my little star,” he pants, letting out a soft exasperated chuckle—blissful. “look at us, a perfect fit. always.” xavier smiled, an exhausted, and tender expression.

“xavier—so full—you’re so big,” you whined, your voice shaky and ragged, reflecting your body. 

“yes, i am. should i pull out?”

“no, no, no…please,” you shook your head, your mind too mushy to think properly anymore. xavier chuckled, burying himself within you even more before circling his hips. “oh—xavier–” you moaned, the sound came out impulsively, an airy symphony between pain and pleasure. 

“mhh—yes please, call my name like that,” he moaned, nuzzling in your neck as he continued, ensuring he'd make you say  his name all night long. 

everything happened like a flash. you vaguely remember how and when zayne had you end up in this position: chest pressed down flat onto the mattress, ass angled up, beholding the evident arousal of your core.

you were sweating, breath slipping out from your lips in soft pants. just the thought of him watching you like this made your cheeks burn. 

the bubbling anxiety within you arises when you feel the warmth of his readiness toying against your sensitivity—hard, thick—a stark contrast of what's yours. “hah—zayne!” your body shuddered, palms fisting the sheets reflexively. you tried to pull away but he was quick to catch your hips, pulling you back against his size. 

“don't pull away. let me feel you…please,” he whispered as he aligns himself behind you, pushing himself little by little, only stopping when he managed to took his tip in. “oh, you’re so tight, my love. so—so warm,” he sighs, moving his hips deliberately, relishing in your delicious warmth before pushing another inch inside. 

the sudden fullness made you snap. your hips spasmed, your hands balled before a pained moan escapes you. “shit! ah—wait—oh my god—zayne wait—” you whimpered, reaching a hand to your back—an attempt to halt him. 

he did; zayne was quick to still his hips, careful not to make a single move that could hurt you further. he took your hand, giving it a deliberate caress; his warmth radiating assurance, concern. “are you okay? do you not want me to continue?” he asks.

you shook your head. “no, please. i want to—it’s just—you're just too…big, ” you confessed, feeling your cheeks burn from your words. you tilted your head slightly, enough to catch a glimpse of your partner’s flushed cheeks; the little dew  trickling down his chest was a salivating sight.

zayne hummed, amused. he leaned close, bracing his arms on either side of you. the sudden movement caused a delicious stretch between your thighs. you whimpered beneath him. “too big to take, just like last time?” the way he speaks with that teasing lilt in his voice, and that subtle smirk evident on his lips made your cheeks burn more, “just breathe into it. you're stretching perfectly for me, my love. just let yourself open for me, okay?" 

he pushed forward once more, the sting still unbearable. “zayne—” you whimpered, then swore under your breath..

"shh. almost there," his voice filled with assurance—soft, tender—as he nuzzled on your neck, nibbling the sweet spot that melted your discomfort away. 

you knew what was awaiting, and you couldn't help but feel the familiar knot of anxiety blossoming within you. it's not like you've never done anything like this with him before; caleb’s just…huge. the thought alone made your cunt clench from mixed anticipation and fear.

it had always been like this; he preps you enough for an intimate activity, but the moment your back met the silky sheets beneath, you shivered—fear overwhelming your mind. 

your chest rose and fell. your breath grew erratic, panic rising when you felt his blunt readiness against your center—warm, hard, punishing—splitting your hole open.

“caleb—” you whimpered, hands flying to grip the muscles of his broad back like a reflex. “wait—i—can’t—” 

“fuck—so tight. you feel so good; so warm,” he muttered, bracing his weight on his elbows as he pushed another centimeter inside you, his flushed tip kissing the initial tightness of your hole—barely in. the first thrust ripped a shrill from your throat, the unyielding discomfort felt like the first time as always. “breathe, baby, you’re already clamping up.”

“i-it hurts—so much—too big i can't—” 

“you can; you always do. baby, come on. take me in, please.” caleb was practically pleading, his voice pitched low, groaning with need. the heat on his cheeks reflected his desperate plea as he fumbled with the plush of your thighs before hooking them on his hips. “ah! shit—oh god,” the profound angle momentarily took his breath away. 

you felt so heavenly—so warm, so perfect—it almost made him burst into tears. “oh—fuck me—you're so perfect, babe.” his mouth slacked open, a breathy symphony of your name slipping from his lips.

please. please. please.

every deliberate thrust made him chant his desperation. his voice was soft, filled with sympathy, like a silent plea to chase your discomfort away. 

caleb lowered his head, capturing your lips in a deep kiss that momentarily occupied your mind, taking the opportunity to plunge in slowly. then with one final shove, he buried himself—balls deep. “caleb!” you pulled back sobbing, a loud, muffled cry of pain from the sudden, undeniable fullness. 

“goddamnit! there you go—mhh—you’re incredible, baby!” he chuckled, a blissful sound reverberating within him as he stilled his hip, giving your body time to adjust.

“caleb i—i feel you, i feel you!” you mewled, squeezing your eyes shut from the profound fullness.

“yes you do, babe. i'm moving, okay? m’gonna make you feel so good like always. i promise.” he rasped, sealing his pledge with open-mouthed kisses on your skin—every cadence of his movements a gentle, promising gesture. 

darkness was all you could see. you were bare; you felt cold. your heart thumped with heavy anticipation, deafening you. your breath was ragged, shaky; not because of fear, but because of eagerness, skepticism and confusion.

it wasn't a surprise considering you were new to this, being blindfolded, deprived of sight by him. but despite all of this, you could feel him; feel his eyes all over you—scanning your nakedness as if you were a goddess.

and you were right. sylus had always been there, watching with awe, loving eyes—indulging in the relishing sight beneath him. you gasped, feeling the mattress sink when you sensed his arms caged you on the plush of the mattress.

he leaned close, nuzzling your exposed mounds, suckling on one of your nipples with a satisfied hum. “oh, s-sylus!” your back arched. his warmth pressed against yours, evoking a startled moan from you. sylus chuckled, amused by your reaction.

as the profound anxiety gnawed at your being, your hands traced his frame reflexively. you touched, caressed, clawed his shoulders with every fan of his breath.

“mmm. sylus?” you exhaled, biting your lip as heat immediately rose to your face. sylus doesn't answer; just hummed, his lips unrelenting against the soft plush of your breast. your breath quickens; your chest pulsated, anxiousness overtaking you. “sylus,” you whispered his name again. “i—i can't see you,” you sobbed.

and that finally snapped him out. sylus pulled his head back with a lick of his lips, a sight that elicited a silent whimper from you. “oh kitten, that's the thing. you're not supposed to see me; you're supposed to feel me.” he whispered. his response was gentle, tender, easing your racing mind as he tilted his head—amused.

“but i—i want to see you.” you whined, impatience lacing your voice.

with a soft exhale, he held one of your hands and entwined it with his, pressing a prolonged kiss on your knuckles—an assuring gesture. your lips parted; your cheeks tinging with an obvious hue of timidity. “later, kitten. i promise, i’ll make you feel good. just trust me on this, okay?”

oh, you did. you trusted him. always. you nodded slowly, giving in to his desires.

“atta girl. spread your legs wider for me?” he whispered—a consent. you obliged, and god, he swore you took his breath away. “there we go. you're so beautiful, kitten—always have been. always will.” sylus showered you with sweet sighs of compliments, his words were soft, honeyed, and feather-like, forming butterflies in your stomach.

then you felt it; the sudden drop in temperature when he pulled his body back. you felt him shift—he was still there. then you felt it again; the warmth of his hardness against your awaiting entrance, “sylus—s-sylus,” you arched your back, gasping a blissful symphony of his name.

“do you feel me, kitten?” you bit your lip, nodding timidly. the way you couldn't see anything but darkness made you focus on your tactility. every deliberate movement of his tip sent electrifying shivers throughout your veins, swirling your sanity. “does it feel good?” he asked again, a lot softer this time.

you nod profusely, sighing his name like a matra, confessing your pleasure. every jolt of your body, every buck of your hips buckled whenever he applied a little pressure, was an answer to his question.

“fuck. you're so beautiful,” sylus groaned, gazing at your desperation. he gritted his teeth with your warmth against him and grabbed your hips, cautiously guiding you against his precise movements, keeping his promise.

the night air at skyhaven had always been cold and quiet. the familiar scent of tranquility drifted through the air, almost peaceful.

almost.

if not by the evident dew cascading down a certain someone's abode—caleb xia’s. what was happening inside was…the contrary; the atmosphere was thick, chaotic—devoid of tranquility.

caleb had you open up to him, your thighs separated, his firm hold pushing them to your stomach as he drove into you.

deep. desperate.

your ragged breaths mingled against his; symphonies of obscenity echoing across the room. he leaves no room between you. he moved with precision, hitting the spots that had you drawing crescents on his skin. “oh my g—babe—so tight–” he groaned the rest of his words, hissing at the way you grip around him like you wanted him dry.

you moaned a response. it felt good—too good.

hotter, shakier, your breath goes. you felt lightheaded, your mind too clouded by pleasure to think anymore. your vision was all blurry, unable to catch a glimpse of how caleb's lips tugged up in the slightest—mischievously.

just then, you felt the pad of his fingers worked it's magic, moving desperate circles on your clit that had you gasping and clinging onto him like he was your last string of sanity. you cried. “wait—caleb—it’s too m–”

“yes, yes. c’mon, cum for me, cum for me, babe—fuck—” he chanted, your name escaping his lips in symphonies of sighs.

as the sensation overwhelmed you, you cried out, your body convulsed. the moment you shuddered, caleb smoothly pulled back, his shaft slick and gleaming from your essence. but the relief was instantly replaced by a sharp, electric yearning. he guided the head of his shaft against your sensitivity, a slow, deliberate slide, then a tantalizing, firm tap. it shocked you, the delectable pressure made your hips jerk violently off the bed—a violent gushing stream hit his pelvis with its warmth.

“caleb!—caleb!” you screamed his name, vision blurring as the world dissolved into pure ecstasy.

he laughed, a low, reverberating sound in his chest. “fuck—that’s it, babe. let it all out f’me,” he whispered, eyeing how the spectacle beneath him fluttered onto nothingness.

then he began to push back into you, a sharp cry of overstimulation ripping from your throat. deeper and faster, caleb goes. your inner muscles enveloped him tight, aftershocks of pleasure intensifying once more.

zayne's home had always been quiet, saved by the low murmur of the refrigerator and the soft hum of the air-conditioner. the atmosphere was calm, but it all melted away the moment his focus turned to you.

his once pristine and serene space now littered with evidence of your shared sensuality. neither of you remembered how, who and when it all started, too drowned by each other's need. the desires burn relentlessly, your breaths tangled; your bodies to. now, he was kneeling before you, your legs—restrained by his firm grip—dangled on his shoulders. zayne's eyes never left yours, emerald orbs glint with pure focus despite the stubborn shield of his glasses.

“oh—z-zayne—zayne–” your hands flew down reflexively, gripping the mussed locks between you. zayne hummed, his lips wet, connected with your aching womanhood. the way he explored you with the same focused detail he applied to his profession was too much to handle. he's way too damn good.

every flick of his tongue drove you wild, a trophy of his mastery. faster, harder, his tongue goes now, leaving you a babbling, shuddering mess. “ah—wait—you’re gonna make me–”

then you felt it, the first tidal wave hit you. it was a sudden, uncontrollable surge. you finally let go. your body stiffened as you hold your breath. zayne stopped upon feeling your body tense before pulling his head back with a loud exhale. “no—zay—” you gasped when a sharp, sudden spray of warmth landed on the lenses of his glasses.

zayne didn't flinch like what you were expecting; instead, a small soft smile—the kind that only appeared when you did something he's proud of—crept onto his face. “look at you making a mess, my love.” you flushed at his words, mewling his name

before you could protest, his fingers cut you off, padding stripes against where you were gushing, tapping a rhythm of exhilarating praise. “oh—oh my g—zayne. zayne!” your eyes rolled back, your hips bucking unrelentlessly.

zayne hummed an answer for your plea as he spread your delicate folds with the lightest pressure of his two fingers, exposing your milky core entirely. he leaned back just enough to admire the effect of his handiwork, his eyes shining. "mmm. you're gonna kill me one of this days, love. my good girl—such a mess." he murmured before closing the small gap once more, enveloping you completely with the warmth of his mouth.

“oh yes—fuck—so deep, feel so full.” your words wafted through the thick air, a melodious sonata syncing with every flutter of your breath. you leaned against him, your back meeting the warmth of his rigid chest. sylus was seated on the wide leather couch, cradling your hips as you moved wildly above him.

up. down. you bounced brazenly, your right arm draped over his broad shoulder for support. “fuck—look at us,” an airy chuckle ripped up from you as you watched your vague reflections from the massive, sleek mirror infront—a backdrop for your kinky desires. it was obscenely carnal; the sight alone made your cunt pool once more.

how could you not? not when his crimson eyes demanded to lock with yours, his mouth full of your mound; latching, suckling, swirling his tongue along with your sanity. with an indecent pop, sylus released the nipple he’d been drawing on, his left hand shifting to your swollen core.

“you're so beautiful, sweetie,” he rasped in your ear, pressing a light kiss on your temple after. he didn't just touch; he commanded, stroking your clit with a firm, circular pressure that made your vision white. and as if on cue, your breath quickened, hips snapping faster along with the messy speed of his fingers. “that's it, that's it, go crazy for me, kitten. c'mon you can do it.” he gritted, his own hips snapping against yours as if your desperate movements weren't enough.

sylus. sylus.

your shaky pleas echoed. you were losing control, slipping into a delirium of pure bliss. “oh fuck—shit—i’m close—sylus ‘m gonna cum–" and just like that it snapped, a white-hot climax washed through your veins along with a sudden hiss of release. it was quick but a violent stream gushed right after, hitting the mirror before cascading down the flawless glass.

sylus’s eyes were blazing, his chest rose and fell. he watched your face, the raw satisfied expression on your features, and with one final tap on your sensitivity, he pulled out, chuckling. he spilled his own release onto your stomach, pumping his his slick girth with a hiss.

you collapsed backward, breathless, your cheek against his sweat-damp neck, his scent inviting. sylus wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you impossibly close and whispered, “do me a favor and do that more often, please, sweetie?”

“sylus!” you flushed, smacking his arm.

the said man just chuckled, pressing a hot, possessive kiss to your neck, his eyes still locked on your shared reflection in the mirror.

caleb xia is a man who excels at everything. he's a genius. erudite. the golden boy people were admiring and envies at the same time, skillful in everything he does.

and his tongue was no different.

pussy drunk as they say.

he laps your cunt like there were no tomorrow—messy, aggressive—always taking your breath away. he's like a beast in disguise, sucking and licking your swollen bud, as if his life depended on it. he wasn't to blame; he waited and endured for as long as he remember.

and what was happening at the moment is no different. the moment he delves into his pleasure, there’s no stopping him until he's satiated, a greedy beast to be blunt (a beautiful one at that). he’s relentless, driven, intoxicated—eating you out like you were his last meal.

every corner of the room was filled with the lewd echoes and cacophony of pleasures—caleb’s sinful symphony. not to mention the obscene position you're both in: legs spread wide, thighs pushed on your stomach, his eyes fixated on your glistening core. “oh—caleb. yes, yes—right there, baby—oh..” you moaned gutturally, biting your lip. involuntarily, you grip his soft locks from the euphoric sensation he gave—a simple gesture that fueled his libido. he groans, lapping your cunt hungrily.

with fluttering, hooded eyes, he observes your expression: eyes shut close, lips tugging a small satisfied smile as you sigh in pleasure, god, it’s too intoxicating it drives him wild. like a fuel to a flame, his carnal desires flourish. the once-maintained pace of his tongue transitions into something more ecstatic—otherworldly.

your pussy flutters.

“oh shit!—yes, yes!” your body jolts as you squeal in pleasure, biting your lip as you reach for his arm, stroking it lovingly as if urging him to give you more.

caleb groans, hums, and chuckles—clearly indulging in your pretty noises. his grip tightens a little more as your hips spasm from his tongue’s rhythmic movement, causing you to come undone in his mouth with a shaky sigh. “oh, baby…shit—hah.”

he holds you tight, hands stroking your inner thighs as he licks you clean with a low hum.

when he pulls his head back, a loud exhale escaped his lips, freeing your legs from his rigid hold. he gazes at how your small, glistening hole flutters as the remnants of your sweet essence trickled down—an intoxicating sight. “fuck, baby, look at your pretty little hole letting out so much treat for me.” caleb groans, his galactic cloudy eyes fixated on your messy cunt.

despite your hazy vision, you swear you caught a glimpse of how his orbs gleam with desire, hunger—he’s insatiable.

he licks his lips.

fucking pretty. you thought, groaning at the sight.

caleb chuckles them searched for your eyes. “fuuuck, let me taste you more, babe, please? ” he moans—desperation etched on his face as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh—a permission—as your back arches, humming in utter satisfaction.

“yes, caleb—go on, please.” you moan between his featherlight kisses beneath.

victoriously, the corner of his mouth tugged a little. he locked eyes with you, chuckling, before abruptly pressing a teasing kiss to your sensitive clit. “yesss. thank you, baby. spread your legs wider for me…please, please, please?” he whispers before nuzzling back to your erogenous zone, padding the warmth of his tongue over your puffy clitoris with delectable stripes and pressure—humming at the taste of you.