pussy drunk | Caleb drabble
This man is pussy drunk. It’s been over an hour, and he’s still lapping at your swollen clit, moaning against your slick lips. His arms hook under your thighs, holding your legs apart as his overworked tongue glides up and down your slit, sucking every drop that spills from your sweet pussy.
“Fuck, pips, you taste so fucking good…” Caleb breathes in your wetness, his nose and lips rubbing against your pussy. He parts your folds and shoves his tongue back into your entrance, groaning at the taste all over again. His eyes are dazed, your juices dripping from his lips, trailing down his jawline, and soaking the sheets.
“Lemme rub it… please…” he whines against your pussy, his hard cock straining painfully against his shorts for far too long. But you’re firm. “Nope. Eyes on me only.” You grip a handful of his hair and push his head back between your legs. This is his punishment—he can’t touch himself, no matter how bad he needs it. You caught him sniffing your panties, and now? He’s making out with your cunt, groaning from both the pain and pleasure.
Caleb’s desperate whimpers vibrate against your clit, sending jolts of heat through you. His tongue flicks faster, sloppy and needy, like he’s trying to prove he’s sorry. But his hips twitch, betraying him, grinding against nothing as he chases relief he’s not allowed to have.
“Pips… fuck, I’m dying here,” he mumbles, voice muffled as he buries his face deeper, lips kissing your entrance like it’s his salvation. “Just… just a little touch. I’ll be a good boy, I swear…” His tongue dips inside you again, curling slow and deliberate, but you can hear the ache in his words, the way his breath hitches with every denied throb in his shorts.
You smirk, tightening your grip in his hair. “Not a chance. You wanted to be a perv, now you have it. Keep going.” You pull him closer, his nose brushing your clit as he groans, half in frustration, half in worship. He’s a mess—cheeks flushed, chin glistening, eyes glassy with lust—but he obeys, diving back in, sucking your folds with a hungry edge. His moans are louder now, raw and broken, but he doesn’t dare stop, not when he knows you’re watching, not when he’s got to make this right.
somi's note— this was pure self indulgence cuz I love seeing him as the pathetic mess he's :p
