LOVEDEEP . . . ! ☆
summary: p-links for caleb, all links in the star (★.) lead to twitter. as of the time I'm posting this, all the links work so I'm sorry if they videos get taken down or deleted in the future!
cws: pipsqueak usage, pet names, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, overstim, rough sex, dirty talk, morning sex, dry humping, panty kink, sneaking around, squirting
a/n: ive always wanted to post p-links but i never did because i thought elon musk was gonna run twitter into the ground and it would be a lot of pointless work. he IS running it into the ground, just very slowly so i feel like i have time :) I'll definitely do this type of post more often because it was actually fun putting it together and i have a ton of videos that would actually suit all the lads men~
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(★.) caleb's first day back from training went exactly how he'd fantasized since the moment he kissed you goodbye and boarded that DAA shuttle. he'd stroked his cock to the memory of your mouth more nights than he could count, but nothing—fucking nothing—compared to the way you sound now, moaning his name like it's the only word anyone's ever taught you. "fuck, baby girl." he sobs, fingers digging into your hips as he drives into you from behind. "say my name like that again." he demands. "and tell me how much you missed me, please..." even the way you're drooling on the pillow beneath you, you manage to croak the words out. "caleb, missed you so bad. though about you every day. fuck meee, pleaseee~!"
your thighs shake from the mean thrusts and how deep he's hitting, from the way he leans over you and spits his praises like it's dirt in his mouth. "feel that?" you can feel it. the way that he throbs inside of you. he groans when his hips stutter. "had to pretend my hand was a replacement for this tight fucking cunt for months. now look at you, pussy's slobbering all over me. my perfect fucking girl." and your name tears from his throat when you clench around him again, cumming brainlessly. but he doesn't stop. caleb doesn't want to stop. he wants to hear you sing his name like gospel and fuck you until your bedframe is destroyed and reduced down to nothing but kindling for the fireplace. and it goes exactly like he imagined every night he was kept away from you.
(★.) early mornings with caleb never went the same way. most of the time, he needed to be in control, hands gripping your hips like he was afraid you'd float away but today; it was slower. he was slower and gentler when he could hear your whines erupting from the base of your neck as you rode him at your own pace. your thighs straddle his, lazy sunlight warming your skin while air particles danced across your hazy eyes, vision too blissed out to even focus on him properly. he watches you like he's dreaming. he moans like he's trying not to be louder than you, so he doesn't miss each sound you make.
(★.) "i can wait," he speaks into the back of your neck with his shallow breath and he sounds so beyond wrecked for you as he pulls you back just enough to so that you can feel how badly he wants you. "i can... wait... for you." he says these words as if he's trying to convince himself. the fabric between your bodies burns. it's thin enough, soaked, and so fucking frustrating. and still, he doesn't move any more than he's allowed himself. it's just enough to sate the both of you without crossing the line.
(★.) caleb doesn't even have the patience to take them off. he can't. not when they're this cute. "fuck, they're so soft." he whimpers as he rubs his leaking tip against the gingham print of your panties. "these might be my new favorites, honey." your panties are soaked through (all his fault) and when he finally cums, the splash is audible. it's all over your skin. all of over your thighs, your lips, the cotton. caleb gasps like it hurts. and when he's done, he presses his forehead against yours and whispers the softest, most woeful, thank you. as if you just saved his life.
(★.) he's not supposed to be here. not in your room this late at night, not in your bed, definitely not inside of you like this, fucking you so hard that your small bedframe (that he already barely fits in) rattles under the weight of your joined bodies. "gotta be quieter, pipsqueak," he mumbles through grit teeth. "you don't want granny to he… hear us, do you?" caleb smiles down at you when he flips you onto your back and cups your face. he eases back inside of your silky heat. "fuck!" you moan, again just a little too loudly. and he lets you this time because, fuck, granny's hearing has been getting weaker anyway and you just sound so sweet when you let caleb make you feel good like this, pussy sucking him in like you need him more than you need air.
(★.) caleb moves inside you like he's afraid that the pleasure he's giving you will break you, like the loss of the soft rhythm he's set between your thighs is too much. but his thrusts are shallow, slow, so purposeful that it hurts you both. but what gets you most is his hand. his fucking hand and his fingers rubbing that soft spot nestled right between your legs. he starts working soft circles, never stuttering his movement, never rushing either. "that's it, baby," he murmurs, lips brushing your temple as he makes you moan louder than you ever have in your life. "give. me. all. of. it." caleb doesn't chase his own high. not yet. he can wait until you've soaked through his bedsheets. your back arching, cunt tightening as he touches you just right. exactly the way you like it and the way that he's trained you to like it.
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