FINALLY FINISHED MY CHARACTER SHEET FOR MY SPIDERSONA! 💜😭 After quite literally nine months of working on it! Don't expect something as detailed from me ever again though lol.
I'll talk a little about her lore and character wise in this post if you are interested! (Quick TW Since Aph's story deals with quite a bit of death, self hate, suicidal thoughts etc, etc, you get the gist just be careful reading, also heads up both my friends Didi and Nico wrote their spidersonas with mine so their lores intertwine also also heads up for a quite a bit of an age gap since my spidersona is shipped with Miguel sooooo)
Aph Stella or better well known as Constellation Weaver, the Spiderwoman of Earth-117.
Her powers are basically the normal Spider-Man powers with a few exceptions, she is based on stars, starlight, shooting stars etc, so for example her webs are made out of stars holding onto each other like constellations, like stars being made out of fire, her webs are extremely irritating to the normal human skin, the closest injury to it being a quimical burn.
As well as her webs she can charge her stars on the palms of her hands to cause damage to enemies.
Cons to her powers are that she didn't get the normal super strength that everyone else does, instead she got double the resistance, think of it as she is meant to protect not fight, though she can more then handle herself with the villains in her universe.
Like on Madoka Magica she needs a recharge period on her powers or else something horrible might happen to her, though instead of having a jewel like on Madoka Magica, her body slowly gets filled with a star pattern, that's actually why her suit has pieces of her skin open, so she knows she is not overusing her powers.
The city she lives instead of being New York is named Nueva Lunaria, situated in the late 2020s
She is 26 years old, became Spiderwoman at age 21 but all her canon events only started happening a year or two before the events of ATSV.
Her height, like her creator, is 1.56 cm or 5'2 feet.
Came from an emotional abusive household but lived the first 4 years of her life with her grandmother May until she eventually died of old age and she had to go on back to live with her parents.
After leaving her parents' home she quickly moved in with her two best friends since childhood Didi and Nico.
Because of Aph being the oldest she always was a substitute mom to the both of them.
Nico and Didi helped create Aph’s suit so it's an emotional piece for her.
Aph got bitten in her job as a freelance artist for her universe's version of NASA, Aph would take any job that anywhere would throw at her as she needed the money, being the oldest she felt the need to support Nico and Didi through their careers (Both ended up graduating, Nico as an art preschool teacher and Didi as a nurse which helped Aph heal her injuries in the right way)
Aph got bitten in her job by a rogue entity that they had brought from outer space, specifically from an endeavor to the moon, the only way the people in that ship could describe it was a spider.
Aph got bitten while working on drawing said description of the spider for the research team.
Aph quickly quit her job after she noticed she was becoming Spiderwoman because she was afraid of getting experimented on or worse.
From then on she promised to use her powers responsibly and with kindness just as her Nana May would've wanted.
Sadly both Didi and Nico were Aph's canon events.
Nico dies at the hands of the Lizard in Aph's universe, thrown off a building after the Lizard stopped toying with her, Aph tried to catch her with her webs in a panic but because of her injuries done by the Lizard and the injuries that she got from Aph's webs, she didn't survive, she dies on the beginnings of December before Aph's 26th birthday in January.
Aph's birthday on January 17 that year was the only one she has ever not celebrated in her life.
Didi dies on Valentine's day the year that Aph became 26, done with not being able to help Aph fight villains she makes a deal with what she didn't know at the time was the Green Goblin, making her into a praying mantis hybrid that Aph had to defeat.
Aph blames herself for both their deaths thinking they were preventable.
She lives in a shoujo manga/magical girl inspired world (Think Sailor Moon and Madoka Magica)
A lot of her lore was deadass taken or inspired by Madoka or Sailor Moon so bare with me lol.
Because of Didi's and Nico's deaths Aph can no longer pay for the rent for her apartment and goes back to her parents' home.
Her parent's try to arrange a marriage for her with the Doc Ock of her universe and that's her last straw.
She plans to commit suicide that night but never gets the chance.
That night a orange portal appears in her childhood bedroom, everything floating up and then falling back.
From there emerges Miguel O'Hara recruiting her to the society.
She cuts his speech and says that yes she will join him without hesitation as she sees this as a signal from the universe to keep living and do good in other places.
Much like Gwen she pretty much abandons her universe and lives full time in Earth-928 on the society thanks to Miguel.
Miguel finds out about what she was about to do in her universe and makes sure she gets help.
What Aph doesn't know at the time is that their are Spiderman versions of Didi and Nico in the society, Didi is the adoptive daughter of Miguel and Nico as well as Aph can't go back to her universe.
Miguel hides this information from Aph to protect her but she finds out anyway, they talk it out and Aph understands why he did it, he wanted to make sure Aph didn't try to see this Didi and Nico as replacements of her own.
She eventually is alright enough to be friends with them though.
Miguel in my AU is 35.
Aph and Miguel have a 9 year difference.
Aph and Miguel quickly become close because they feel as if they both lost people in their lives that were important to them in similar ways.
Since Aph is on Nueva York at least for the near future, like the bracelet that Miles wears when he comes into the spidersociety, Miguel turns Aph's star shaped earrings into stabilizers so she can be there without the clunky watch (Though she still needs it to go to other dimensions)
Miguel also quickly finds out that Aph has basically been fighting blind as a bat, she wears glasses on her daily life another perk she didn't get from the spider, but she didn't know how to add the graduation that her glasses have to her mask so she had been fighting blind.
Miguel finds out by seeing her fight, seeing how she normally overshots her hits, when he finds out he berates her but quickly fixes the problem and updates her mask.
Aph makes sure Miguel takes proper breaks and often brings him food from the cafeteria or pastries she makes herself.
She hangs out with him a lot on his lab since she doesn't like that he is cooped up there with no one to talk to or even just have in his presence.
After a heart to heart and Aph basically confessing her feelings to Miguel after she almost died , they get together and Miguel gives Aph a promise ring that like her earrings stabilizes her without the need of the watch.
They call each other mi luna y mi sol.
When the events of ATSV happen, Aph is reluctant to go to Miles' side, but she knows that the person she once knew as her partner is doing something wrong that he'll eventually regret.
She eventually goes back to Miguel after an apology to Miles and him fixing everything up.
In the future Miguel and Aph have four children including Didi, they had difficulties having them surprisingly nor because of the difference in dimensions but because both their genetics are FUCKED in opposite ways, at first they thought they would have none, then oldest biological daughter, Minerva, Minny for short came along after they almost gave up, eventually four years later they had Javier, Javi, who was a very sickly boy so they thought they would never have another one because the other two were already a fucking miracle, and finally six years later when Aph is 38 they have Mateo, the youngest and quite literally their oops baby since Miguel is 47 by then lmao.
AND THAT'S IT! That's Aph's story and design at least for this post, I'll post more about her story and drawings as I make them, I'll also be posting old ones that are in my procreate, mainly with Miguel.
And one last thing props to my friend who made the design of Aph's logo on her bow! Originally she wouldn't have one since I didn't know where to put it but my friend came through, though they didn't want to be tagged I still want to credit them in some way!
Tag list: @sweetimpurity @sweetimpurityloves @bluemadnessstuff
For @gardenialily’s writing event here 💕💕 (I hope this is OK. It my first time writing for an event 😊😊)
Words: Careful. Card. Memory.
Also a birthday gift for @remnantsofgildedcages. HB pretty girl! 💕
Cw: Smut. 🔞 MDNI🔞
The soft, low tone chime of his personal tablet barely registered against the backdrop of the morning office hum, but Caleb’s eyes flicked to the screen anyway. It was a reflex born of his line of work—always monitoring, always tracking.
Usually, it was a briefing update or a system log. But the notification sitting on his lock screen made him freeze entirely, his pen hovering a fraction of an inch above the paperwork on his desk.
Transaction Alert: Skyhaven Central Bank.
Authorized User: [Your Name]
Merchant: L'Étoile Boutique
Caleb stared at it. For a second, his brain, usually so quick to calculate and react, simply stalled.
He had given you that black card four months ago. He remembers the exact look on your face—the stubborn tilt of your chin, the way you tried to hand it right back, insisting you didn't need his charity. He’d had to press it into your palm, wrapping his larger fingers over yours, telling you it wasn't charity, it was security. It was his. And by extension, yours.
Since then? Nothing. Not a coffee, not a grocery run, not a single cent. Until today.
A low coil of heat unraveled in the pit of his stomach, heavy and sudden. He leaned back in his leather chair, the paperwork completely forgotten as he swiped the notification open to look at the details.
L'Étoile. He knew the place. It wasn't just a boutique, it was an exclusive, high end atelier known for custom evening wear. The kind of dresses that clung like a second skin, made of silk that practically begged to be slid off a woman's shoulders.
The timing wasn't a coincidence. The Skyhaven Gala was this weekend, and he had asked you to be his plus one days ago. You hadn't answered, but this... this was the confirmation he was desperate for.
You were actually going. And you were letting him dress you for it.
Caleb ran a thumb over the edge of his jaw, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The thought of you standing in that boutique, picking out something beautiful, and handing over his card to pay for it sent a rush of addictive adrenaline straight through his veins. You were finally letting him take care of you. You were finally accepting the hold he wanted to have on you.
His mind immediately betrayed him, painting entirely inappropriate pictures for a Thursday morning at his desk. He imagined you in the dressing room, the smooth fabric of a formal gown slipping over your hips. He imagined the deep, plunging back of a dress, exposing the soft skin he wanted to press his mouth against. He imagined walking into that Gala with his hand anchored firmly at the small of your back, letting every elite in Skyhaven know exactly who you belonged to.
The heat in his gut tightened, turning into a restless, demanding hunger. Caleb picked up his personal phone, his fingers moving deliberately across the screen. He couldn't just let this pass. He needed you to know that he saw it.
He deleted his first three drafts. They were too forward, too loud about the possessive grip tightening in his chest. He needed to play it cool. He was a patient man, after all. He had waited months for you to use the card, he could wait a little longer for the rest.
He typed out a short, simple message.
Caleb: Just saw a notification from L'Étoile. Good choice. I can't wait to see what you picked out.
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You stood in front of the full length mirror in his bedroom, adjusting the drape of the fabric over your hips.
The dress was breathtaking. It was the kind of luxury you’d never allow yourself to even look at, let alone wear—heavy, liquid silk that pooled around your feet and clung to every curve.
When you had first seen it at L'Étoile, you’d stood in front of it for ten minutes, paralyzed. You had your hand in your purse, fingers brushing against the black card he had forced into your hands months ago. “For emergencies,” he’d said “Or for anything you want. Just use it.”
But you hadn't. You couldn't. You had to be careful.
Using his money felt like crossing a line you couldn't uncross. You were already so deeply, desperately in love with him, a secret you guarded with everything you had. Because Caleb was always the perfect gentleman. He was attentive, protective, and constantly there for you—but sometimes, that care felt dangerously close to the way an older brother might protect a younger sibling. He treated you like something fragile, something to be kept safe.
You had nearly choked when you read the price, but the thought of Caleb seeing you in it—the foolish hope that maybe, just maybe, this dress would finally make him see you as a woman—had won.
When you’d sent him a picture of the dress on the hanger, your heart had been in your throat. His reply had come a few minutes later:
Caleb: Beautiful. You’re going to look perfect.
It was a nice text. A good text. But it was exactly the kind of text a supportive friend or family member would send. It didn't have the heat you were craving. It didn't give away a single hint of what he was actually thinking.
A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you touched the delicate strap of the dress. Today was huge for him and because of his tight schedule, he had to get ready at work, leaving you to dress at his place alone.
The sound of the front door’s electronic lock chiming cut through the silence.
Your breath hitched. He wasn't supposed to be back. He was supposed to meet you there, or send a car.
A moment later, heavy, familiar footsteps echoed down the hallway, stopping right outside the cracked bedroom door.
"Hey," Caleb’s deep voice called out "I changed my mind."
The door was pushed open.
Caleb stood in the threshold, already dressed in his formal gala uniform. The crisp lines of the dark jacket, the sharp tailoring emphasizing the broad span of his shoulders, and the silver accents made him look entirely commanding. Imposing.
But the moment his eyes landed on you, all of that military discipline vanished.
He froze. His hand, which had been reaching up to loosen the high, stiff collar of his shirt, dropped slowly to his side.
The silence stretched between you, thick and suddenly heavy with suffocating tension. Caleb didn't move. He didn't say 'you look nice.' He didn't smile his usual easy, comforting smile. Instead, his dark eyes darkened further, raking over you from the exposed skin of your collarbones, down the sleek, expensive lines of the silk, all the way to the floor, before snapping back up to lock onto your face.
There was nothing brotherly about the way he was looking at you right now.
Within seconds, he regained his composure, tightening his jaw as the mask slipped back on. "You look beautiful, as always," he said, eyes lingering just a moment too long. "I'll wait for you in the living room."
There it went again. That agonizing feeling of being kept at a distance. You swallowed the lump in your throat, finished your makeup, and walked out.
The ride to the gala was quiet. Caleb kept his eyes on the road, answering your attempts at conversation with polite, clipped murmurs, but the moment you stepped out of his car he anchored you to him.
As you walked through the grand, crystal lit ballroom, you could feel the weight of dozens of eyes on you. Other men noticed you immediately. Lingering glances followed you across the marble floor, and Caleb knew every single one of them. Whenever a younger officer or an elite stepped up to talk to you, Caleb’s hand would find the small of your back, his grip tightening just enough to guide you away, his voice smooth and perfectly diplomatic as he excused the two of you.
An hour into the night, Caleb was pulled into a conversation with a high ranking officer. Seeing him occupied, you quietly murmured that you were going to grab a drink and slipped away toward the grand ice sculpture bar.
"I was wondering when he’d let you out of his sight," a smooth, unfamiliar voice said beside you.
You turned to find a young man in an expensive tailored suit, looking at you with an appreciative smile. "I'm Julian. I couldn't help but notice you the second you walked in. Tell me, are you here with Colonel Xia, or—"
Before Julian could finish, the air pressure seemed to drop.
Without a single word of warning, a large, warm hand wrapped firmly around your waist, his fingers pressing deep into the silk of your dress. The sudden heat of Caleb’s chest brushed against your bare shoulder.
"She's with me," Caleb’s voice cut through the air, laced with a quiet authority that made Julian’s confident smile instantly falter.
"Colonel," Julian stammered, raising his glass defensively. "Just making conversation."
"We were just leaving for the floor," Caleb replied, his eyes holding a gaze so unyielding it felt like a physical threat. With a seamless sweep of his arm, Caleb turned you around and guided you directly into the center of the crowded ballroom.
When he pulled you into his arms it wasn't the gentle, respectful distance he usually kept. He pulled you in tight. His right hand clamped against the small of your back, pulling your hips flush against his. He looked incredibly tense, his shoulders rigid, it looked as if this important day for him was not going his way at all.
"Caleb," you whispered, looking up at him, your breath hitching at the sheer proximity. "Are you okay? Is the event not going well?"
He didn't answer right away, guiding you through a flawless turn. His eyes dropped back down to yours, the hard line of his mouth softening just a fraction.
"I'm fine," he murmured, his voice still carrying a rough edge. He looked at you, really looked at you, and the tension in his shoulders seemed to bleed out into a weary, heavy sigh. "You just... you reminded me of something tonight."
"What?" you asked, tilting your head.
A faint, nostalgic shadow of a smile touched his lips. "Do you remember your high school prom?"
You blinked, surprised. "My prom? Yeah, of course."
"Do you remember that boutique downtown? The one with the emerald green dress in the window that you used to stare at every day after school?"
A genuine laugh escaped you, the tension breaking. "Oh my god, yes. I wept over that dress. It was way too expensive, and I knew grandma couldn't afford it. I was devastated." you smiled at the memory. "But then, a week before the dance, it just showed up on our porch. I still don't know how Grandma got the money. She always refused to tell me."
Caleb stopped guiding you for a fraction of a second before he resumed the slow, swaying rhythm.
"She didn't get the money," Caleb said softly.
You paused, staring up at him. "What do you mean?"
"Grandma didn't buy that dress, I did."
Your steps faltered entirely, and Caleb had to catch your weight, anchoring your body firmly against his so you wouldn't stumble on the dance floor. "You? But... you didn't have that kind of money."
"I picked up extra shifts at the mechanics. Worked some night gigs," he said, his voice dropping into a whisper. "You wanted it. You cried because you couldn't have it. There was no way in hell I was going to let you go to that dance in anything less than what you wanted."
Your breath trapped itself in your throat. The silk of your current dress suddenly felt hot against your skin. The dots connected in your head—the way he had always taken care of you, the way he had worked himself to the bone just to give you what you wanted.
You looked up at him, your eyes searching his, desperate for him to finally bridge the gap, to say the words you had been dying to hear. The tension between you was vibrating, so thick it felt like the entire ballroom had vanished around you. His thumb traced a deliberate line across your hip, his eyes burning into yours.
But Caleb just swallowed hard and didn't say another word about how he felt. He just held you, turning you back into the rhythm of the dance, leaving you completely breathless and suspended in the space between what you were and what you desperately wanted to be.
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The front door of his home clicked shut, sealing out the noise of Skyhaven and leaving you both wrapped in a ringing silence. It was late. The adrenaline of the gala was fading, replaced by a heavy exhaustion that only made the unspoken tension between you feel twice as loud.
Caleb slipped off his shoes first, his movements practiced and calm. The moment you leaned down to fumble with the delicate buckle of your own heel, he was already moving.
Before you could even protest, Caleb was down on one knee in front of you.
He didn't say a word. He just tapped his thigh, a commanding gesture for you to rest your foot there so he could help. He had done this a bunch of times over the years but tonight the intimacy of it felt completely different. When his warm fingers brushed against your ankle, carefully working the strap free, your heart hammered violently against your ribs.
The moment the second shoe slipped off, you muttered a breathless thank you, peeled off your coat, and practically fled down the hallway toward the kitchen.
You needed a barrier. You needed a distraction. You grabbed a glass, filled it from the tap, and drank it slowly, staring into the dark marble of the countertop. Your hands were shaking so badly the water rippled. You didn't know what to do with yourself, especially because you could hear his slow, deliberate footsteps following you.
He didn't stay at the doorway. He walked right into the kitchen until he was standing directly behind you.
He didn't say anything at first. He just stood there, watching the tight line of your shoulders, the way your fingers white knuckled the glass, and, most damning of all, the frantic, tiny pulse fluttering under the delicate skin of your neck. It completely betrayed you.
The moment he stepped a fraction closer, he saw your breathing stutter, then change completely, turning shallow and fast.
He could see the effort it was taking for you to pretend to be calm, how your eyes stared straight ahead as if you could somehow ignore him. He noticed the way you pressed your lips together, trying to stay completely silent because you knew—you knew—that a single word, a single sigh broken by his name, would completely ruin this whole innocent act you'd been playing all night.
But you had no idea. You didn't know that was exactly what he liked the most.
The act.
Caleb loved your pretty, stubborn control. He loved your careful face, the way you fought so hard to keep the boundaries up between you, thinking you were hiding it from him. You thought he was blind to it. You thought he didn't notice the way you looked at him when he turned away, or the way you flushed whenever he touched you.
He noticed everything. He had been noticing for years, cataloging every micro expression, every nervous breath, waiting with disciplined patience for the day you would finally break.
"Still thirsty?" Caleb spoke so close to your ear that the warmth of his breath sent a violent shiver straight down your spine. He didn't reach out to touch you yet, but the gravity of his weight behind you felt like a physical hold. "Or are you just hiding from me?"
You had a chance to step away. The kitchen was wide enough. The hallway was right there. You could have turned around, made a joke, laughed it off like you always did to keep the peace.
But you didn't move an inch.
And that was your first confession. Not with words, but with silence.
This was the part that made you dangerous. You liked being read by him. You liked the thrill of him stripping away all your defenses without you having to say a single word. You liked the way his attention felt like a physical hand on you—heavy, warm, and demanding—long before he even actually touched you. And Caleb? He liked watching you try to hold onto the last frayed threads of your innocence while your body practically begged him to tear them down.
His control was the dirtiest part of all.
It wasn't the hunger. Any man could hunger for you, any man could look at you in that expensive silk dress and want to rip it off your body. But Caleb’s control was entirely different. It was a weapon. Because here he was—a man standing too close, a man fully capable of ruining you right here against the kitchen counter—and he chose patience.
He was a man who knew exactly how to make you tremble, who knew he had won the moment you refused to step away, but decided to make you wait for it first.
He let out a slow, quiet breath that hit your neck like gasoline on a fire.
The heavy glide of his palm against your waist was almost a relief, but it brought no release. He wasn't trapping you. He wasn't pinning you against the cold marble of the counter. His hand was just holding the moment still. Holding it exactly where it was, long enough for you to fully understand what you were choosing.
Because Caleb didn't want fear. He didn't want confusion, or the blurry edge of an impulse you'd regret tomorrow. He didn't want a single thing your body didn't willingly surrender to him. He wanted the absolute truth.
"Say yes."
The command is barely a whisper against your ear, but it carries the weight of an ultimatum. He wants to hear it from your mouth. Honest, and stripped of all the careful facades you’d both been hiding behind for years.
You swallow, your throat dry, your chest heaving against the suffocating weight of his presence. You turn your head just enough, eyes meeting his.
"Yes," you breathe.
The word had barely left your lips—soft and entirely undone—when the entire room changed. The air got hotter. Hesitation gone. The safe, comfortable boundaries turned to ashes. Now, neither one of you had to pretend you didn't want the fire.
Slowly he lets his mouth hover just a fraction of an inch away from the sensitive skin of your neck. There is no kiss yet. No pressure of his lips, no sharp nip of his teeth. Just the heat of his breath ghosting over your collarbone.
It's an agonizing little space—the gap between what you were begging for and what he hadn't given you yet. He is letting your own filthy imagination do the work. He is letting your body ache for the contact, letting your mind picture exactly how his mouth would feel against your skin, forcing you to crave.
When his lips finally touch your skin, it's right against your pulse, making your eyes flutter closed without your permission. It was the kind of kiss that made your entire body said 'Finally' when your mouth was still far too terrified to utter the word.
Caleb feels the sharp, ragged breath you lose against his cheek, the stiff posture of your back instantly softening against his chest, and the way your fingers leave the marble counter to look for something—for him—to hold onto.
"There she is," he whispers against your skin.
This is the version of you he has been starving for. Not the careful woman who smiles politely in public and hides her filthiest cravings behind a quiet face. He wants the one underneath her. He wants the raw, undone version of you that burns just as hot as he does. The one who wants tenderness, but wants it with teeth.
He turns you around slowly until you are forced to face him completely. The front of your silk dress brushes against the crisp fabric of his shirt, making your nipples pebble. He slides his thumb under your jaw, lifting your chin until you can feel the ghost of his breath against your lips.
"Tell me what you want, pretty."
You kind of hate him for asking you that because silence is safer. But Caleb waits. He just watches you, his eyes fixed on your mouth, completely unbothered by the quiet. He can wait. He has been waiting for years, a few more seconds of you squirming under his gaze is nothing to him.
"I want more..." you whisper, the confession torn from your throat.
The way his lips finally meet yours feels like restraint died proud.
It isn't a frantic, clumsy collision. It's slow, deep and enough to make you lean forward, chasing his mouth when he pulls back just a fraction.
Caleb steps into your space, his body pushing yours back until the edge of the marble counter presses into your lower back, making you feel the hard reality of what you do to him. Until you finally understand. His control was never the absence of desire. It was a warning. It was the very last polite thing about him.
And now, it’s gone.
Once his control starts slipping, you feel it everywhere. It’s in the possessive grip of his hands gathering the fabric of your dress, it’s in the demanding rhythm of your shared breath. An intoxicating heat coils deep in your stomach and climbs up your neck, making you feel as if your entire body is blushing from the inside out. He devours your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours with an unchecked hunger that tells you there is no going back.
Every touch feels like a slow burning sin you are committing together, but it's too good to be wrong.
Because there was no zipper to quickly pull down, your dress had to be worshiped off your body, and the patience required only made his intent feel more dangerous. His hands slid over the expensive silk, tracing the exact lines of your hips, gathering the fabric up with a slow friction that made your skin flush everywhere his hands touched.
"Look at me"
You force your eyelids open, vision blurred by the weight of your arousal.
"You're shaking, baby," he murmurs, his hands sliding to your waist, the bunched fabric resting there as his thumbs move across your ribs "Is it too much?"
"No," you gasp, pulling him closer. You didn't want him to stop. You needed the friction, needed the weight of him to ground you because your mind was spinning entirely out of control. "Caleb, please..."
A deeply satisfied smile tugged at his lips at the sound of his name breaking on your tongue. "Please what? Tell me."
He was doing it again.
But you couldn't wait anymore. The slow agony of his control was driving you out of your mind. You hooked your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss, your hips tilting forward against his, begging for the relief he was withholding.
In one swift motion, his hands grab the silk at your waist and guide it up and completely over your head. The expensive dress pools onto the floor, leaving you entirely bare under his gaze.
He lifts you effortlessly. Your feet leave the floor as he sets you onto the edge of the marble counter, parting your thighs with his hips.
His mouth comes back down on yours, a demanding possession that tastes like a lifetime of starved patience. He reaches down, shifting the fabric of his trousers out of the way, his breath turning heavy and ragged against your lips.
Then, his hands grip your hips, lifting you slightly to line his hard lenght against your entrance. Your fingers dig frantically into the fabric of his shirt as your whole world narrows down to the heat of him filling the space between you.
He takes you right there on the kitchen counter, his rhythm deep, heavy, and slow. The friction of his trousers against your bare thighs a dizzying reminder of how undone you are compared to him. You can hear the uneven sound of his breathing, the low, masculine groans he can't catch in his throat.
His fingers dig into your hips to tilt you up, forcing you to take every inch of him. A tight, sweet ache coils so deeply in your stomach that it makes your head tilt back, your throat baring to the ceiling as a breathless, fractured sob escapes your lips.
Caleb immediately buries his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing the skin right over your racing pulse as he drives into you harder.
The rhythm he sets is relentless, leaving no room for your mind to catch up with what your body is feeling.
His hands move from your hips, sliding up your ribs to cup your soft breasts. His face is entirely tight, his jaw clenched so hard the muscles jump under his skin.
"I want you looking at me when you break."
Your thighs clamp tightly around his waist, your toes curling in the empty air as you try to pull him even deeper, consumed by the need to reach the edge.
"Cay, baby, ple-ase..."
"I've got you, give it to me."
The coil inside you snaps, a blinding wave of heat crashing over you, making your entire body lock tight. A broken cry leaves your throat as the world spins completely out of focus, leaving you floating in nothing but pure pleasure.
Feeling the pulsing tremors of your release wrapping around him, Caleb loses the very last of his restraint.
His hands lock onto your hips with a bruising grip, lifting you up and driving himself into you one last time as his own body shudders violently against yours.
He doesn't pull away. He stays right there, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his fingers slowly uncurling from your hips, leaving dark, flushed imprints on your skin, before sliding up to gently tangle in your hair. He presses one slow, trembling kiss to the damp skin of your collarbone, a gesture that feels entirely tender—but the unyielding weight of his body still holding you to the counter makes it beautifully clear that everything has changed and you'll never be able to pretend you were just friends ever again.
inspired by this ask that my lovely @zayora sent from her idea. don’t actually read it tho it sucks (i tried mommy)
"Still with me, kitten?" Sylus hums, broad hands smoothing down your sides before curling his fingers possessively around your hips so he can slam his cock back into your swollen hole with ease.
"Haah—! Sy—s'too much—" you manage between choked out moans.
"But you're taking it so good, sweetie," he praises, leaning his large frame over your body.
His face nuzzles into your neck before planting open mouth kisses over your skin. They are slow and messy, because he loves softly showing you affection while you’re trembling beneath him wayyy to much.
With your head hazy from your previous two orgasms, you grasp the comforter and drag your pliant body forward, trying to run away from his thrusts for, embarrassingly, the third time. Your thighs shake with the effort, but it proves useless when he follows immediately, crowding over you until his weight is too heavy for you to move.
Sylus growls then tsks, his tone shifting from praise to punish as one hand leave your hip to find your hair.
The silky strands wrap once around his fist before he tugs, forcing your head back and baring your throat. The position makes another broken moan spill from your lips, your back arching helplessly against his chest as he thrusts deeper in response.
"Where are you going?" he asks, punctuating each word with a rough slam of his hips.
Plap, plap, plap.
It's the only sound accompanying the thoughts in your head, all of which are filled with Sylus—and his cock which is splitting you open over and over as he holds you tight, keeping you from escaping what he's giving you.
And from the vulnerable position he has you in, you have a feeling he plans on keeping you like this a lot longer.
summary: drunk caleb got jumped by a needy reader (heavily woman centered)
cw: p in v, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral (f. receiving), switch, mean caleb, unprotected sex, a bit of fluff at the end
After the successful high risk mission a few days ago, you're now stuck doing the report and paperwork. You were just thinking of celebrating the successful mission with Caleb. Now it looks like it have to wait.
Also, Caleb mentions he's having a company dinner. It's probably gonna run late. If you both get home at the same time, it also would be great.
Getting bored and sleepy of looking at the words infront of you, you reached out a a piece of chocolate your co-worker gave you just this evening.
"Eat it if you're feeling bored and want energy" is what she said, plus a wink.
You didn't think too much of it and just ate it. Thinking it was just normal chocolate.
After an hour, you finally finish. It was when you are riding the train you are starting to feel uncomfortable. Thinking it was just fatigue piling up, you ignored it.
You try to call Caleb but he didn't seem to be answering it. At last you call Gideon.
And based on the information Gideon gave you, he was drunk and reached home 30 minutes ago (Gideon gave him a ride). Somehow, Gideon offered to get you to Caleb house. You didn't refuse of course.
By the time, you've reached it. The uncomfortable feeling intensified. It got you a bit lightheaded too. Quickly you went to search for him in his bedroom.
And there he is, splayed across his bedsheets looking like a hot mess. Uniforms are still adorned and it makes the uncomfortable feelings turn to heat.
You tiptoed towards him, planning just to observe him but you end up kissing him softly. And it seems it was immensely insufficient.
You made your way on him, ripping off the hands that were covering his face before slamming your lips against his. You start again softly before it quickly turns desperate. He was confused, but when your scent got to him, he quickly relaxed and complied.
You got on top of him and start to take off his uniform. But the actions quickly got thrown out the window when he pulls you for more desperate kisses.
You deepened the kiss, taking the reins to take pleasure from him. Little groans and moans escaped his lips. His eyes are hazy and his cheeks are flushed a deep crimson colour. Trying his best to process the situation.
"Pips..? What-"
He didn't get to finish his sentence when you decided to kiss him again and continue to bite hard on his neck, leaving desperate kisses all over his exposed skin.
You are getting too hot, sitting up on his abdomen, taking off your clothes and just throwing them anywhere. Only your tie ends up on the edge of the bed. Caleb is blown out, his eyes unfocused as he stares at the newly exposed skin. His hand quickly went behind before you could unclip your bra then tossed it somewhere.
He groans at the sight, hand reaching out to grab a handful of them. Playing with the perked nipples, you can feel his member is slowly hardening underneath his trousers, rubbing deliciously against your clothed cunt.
You lean forward, propping your hand beside his head while continuing to grind against his dick, chasing your own pleasure. The friction makes you moan and you close your eyes.
Caleb then take your nipples into his mouth. Sucking it hard before letting it go. Then take another and do the same. You let out a loud moans at that. You open your eyes and meet with him smirking before he bites hard. You let out a yelp, lean back before instinctively slap him hard.
"What the fuck Caleb?!"
His head turns to the side and he's got a lovestruck expression on his face. It turns into a little chuckle as he turns to look at you again.
"Not my fault you look so delicious. Makes me want to tease you a little."
You glared at him, before quickly ridding your pants and taking off his pants. His big and thick cock slapped against his abdomen. You took hold of him and grind your bare pussy against him. Spreading you love juice on him.
"Yeah? Let's see if you can handle me then," you smirked lining his cock against your opening, "don't even think of cumming tonight."
You take him in one stroke. You let out a loud moan while he groans. His hands shot out to hold your ass. Head thrown back.
"Fuck..." he groans, "you feel so good pips.. pussy made for me only yeah?" He try to move but your hand stop him.
"Who said you can move? Take it like a good boy would you? You will listen to me tonight." You grinned before rocking your pussy for your own pleasure.
"Fuck- yes! Take what you want baby-!"
You grab his hand and pin it beside his head. Holding his down as you take what you need. He interlocked your fingers against him as he tried to kiss you. You obliged as your tempo is getting erratic.
Your moans are getting louder. His cock twitches at your sounds. Your slick and his precum leaking so much, a froth can be seen on his base. Making the 'plap' sounds louder as you use him.
"Just like that baby.. take what you need huh? Fuck, look so damn good. Soo needy.."
"I'm gonna cum-! I'm cumming- I'm cumming! ah- Caleb!" You moan out his name, back arching, thigh shaking as you ride out the high.
But Caleb takes this opportunity to hold you to his chest before propping his legs up and fucking into you, hard. Hugging your waist to prevent you from moving. As he forced you to have another orgasm.
"Ah! Caleb! Wait- fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming again-! I'm cumming! You basta-ah! " You cried out into his neck, biting him to cover your voice.
"You said I'm not cumming tonight, doesn't mean I'm not gonna fuck you though." He flipped you around so you're on your back.
He reached out to take the dangling tie on the edge of the bed, then tying your hand together. He let out a wicked smile when his gaze raked over your form.
Hair splayed out, face flushed from the two continuous orgasms and your still shaking leg.
"Oh fuck..," he smiled, his hand covering his lower face as he takes in the sight of your pussy pulsating against his still hard cock, eyes hungry "you're not gonna get out of the bed tomorrow.. let see if your still gonna scold me if I did cum later though."
He let out a wicked laugh as he quickly got rid of his remaining clothes, before crawling towards you.
"Do you know you have a very cute little pussy? It's mine only right? Nobody is gonna treat her the way I do."
He bit your inner thigh, leaving marks everywhere. Doesn't even care about your whimpering. When your squirming gets a little too much, he holds open your leg using his hands.
"Caleb- please-"
"Please what? You need something? Use your word princess, properly."
"Please lic- AH!"
You don't even get to finish your sentence before he dives down on your pussy. Your hands are about to reach for his head before his evol holds it down.
"Nu-uh. Take whatever I give you, no demands here."
"AH- you fucker-! Caleb- FUCK!" your back arches, trying your best to get away from his assault.
It backfired as he doubled down on you. Lips sucking your clit so hard as he laps at it. His fingers join in a second later, scissoring your inside as your juice drips down his fingers.
You are whimpering uncontrollably. When your high hits you, you don't even process it, but Caleb didn't stop, he continue to ate you out and used his finger to play with your clit. Moving side by side at a rapid motion. You can only scream as the fourth orgasm hits you.
When the tremors slowed down then did he cease his actions. You try to get your breath under control, tears visible from your eye. He reached out to wipe your tears away, kissing you softly.
Then did you take his form, dick still hard, his body.. looks wet?
"Did you realise you squirt pips? You also taste and smell sweet, you're ovulating?" He looks too proud of it and it pissed you off.
"I'm never forgiving you for this!"
"What's that pips? You want more?"
"No-! Wait, Caleb!"
He pulls up your leg, wrapping around his waist. He released his evol.
Your eyes are blown wide, you're trying to ask for forgiveness but it was a bit too late.
"I love fucking you pips." He smiled before he drove home in one stroke.
'Too deep' is all you can think at the moment. Your hand immediately went to grip his shoulders.
He slammed his hips down, groaning at your tightness even after the orgasms he's given you. Leaning down to gaze into your eyes while he's dicking you down is a challenging action on your part.
Your eyes rolled back, legs shaking, your arms grip down hard on the mattress to get a hold of yourself. Loud moans and fat tears being dragged out of you.
"Caleb- I cannot-" you try to say something but it didn't come out as so when he hit your g-spot repeatedly. No mercy was given. He on the other hand seems to take pleasure out of it.
"Look me in the eyes, baby. Come on, you can do it!" He says so almost mockingly.
When you cannot comply with his demand, he delivers a hard stroke and stays still for a while before repeating it a few times.
"Aww, is my baby having a hard time? Where does that attitude go? Is a dick all you need? Does anyone even matter at this point?"
"..a dick- ah! -is still a dick, no matter who- FUCK!"
"Is that so?" A jealousy glimmers in his eyes.
He then takes your leg and puts it on his shoulder before he folds and fucking you again. The bed is creaking, the sheet is wet, pillows are on the floor. Anybody who went in will know what just happened. Your nails leaving streaks of red on his back. But he didn't stop, it seems like it drove him to fuck you harder.
The position has you gasping and almost screaming. His deep and hard stroke makes you feel like you're about to pass out. His hand grabs your face, making you look into his eyes before he kisses you again. Leaving hickeys all over your neck and collarbone. He then takes your nipple to suck and bite hard when he's about to let go.
You can feel your orgasm is near when you feel the familiar tension on your abdomen. He seems to realise it too. He pinches your clit before rubbing it to help you reach your peak.
"AH! CALEB! FUC- IM CUMMING-!!!" You screamed. Nails leaving the indent on his back.
Unfortunately he didn't stop, he keeps fucking into you.
"Fuck! You feel so good pips! Ah.. I'm gonna cum- Can I.. fuck- cum inside?" He tucked his head at your neck, "pleasepleaseplease.."
"fuck it.. you'll let me right??? Fuck pussy feel so good. You're so good for me pips, feel so good too- ahh-!.."
He buried himself so deep, you bet you can feel him even after a week. His cums seem endless, filling you up and leaking out of you. A tiny jerk of his hips makes you come again.
He let out a whimper as the last spurt came out. His body seems to give out. You are gasping for air, trying to get your breath under control and trying to find your voice again.
"...caleb.." you push him aside, and you find him fast asleep.
".. seriously..?" You are about to stand up, when his arms wrap around you and pull you into his embrace. And it doesn't look like he's gonna let you go.
With his dick still inside you, you found yourself drifting to sleep.
-♡-
Caleb stirred awake as the light came in through the tiny gap between the curtain. Just when he's about to reach for his phone, he quickly found out he's not alone. With your soft figure still sleeping in his arms. Preventing him from moving, or more to don't want you to wake up.
A glance at your and his state and the condition of the room, make him remember what has transpired the night before. His expression from happy to see you quickly changes to concern when he remembered what he's done to you.
Him tensing up and small squirming woke you up pretty quickly. Before you can say anything, he's ripping himself off of you, his face is full of guilt. You are still groggy from sleep when he suddenly moves, it left you a bit bewildered.
"I'm sorry.. I don't know what makes me actually like that yesterday, but I'm really really sorry. I'm too rough on you. I deserve to be punished, I didn't mean to be so rough on you. I'm really sorry..."
He looks like a puppy that's about to be abandoned.
You are speechless when you see him apologising profusely. You are about to move to dismiss his worry when pain on your back stops you.
He sees your discomfort and wants to help but he feels like he doesn't deserve to hold you. So he is just squirming around.
"Caleb." You say softly
"Yes!"
"It's technically not your fault because I jump on you. But you are still too much."
He looks down, and if he really is a puppy, he would be whining already. And it makes you want to laugh.
"I can't move, you need to take care of me. You beast." You glared him down.
"Of course! Anything!"
"and I'm sorry, it won't happen again I swear!"
"Who said I wasn't enjoying it?" You look a bit angry.
"..you enjoyed it then?" He almost smirked, but quickly held himself back.
"Bathroom!" You reach out his hand towards him. Evading from answering his question.
"Yes ma'am!" He smiled before lifting you bridal style and brought you to the bathroom to help you wash up.
While you're waiting for the bathtub to fill up, he disappeared back to the bedroom. Changed the sheets and picked up both of your clothes quickly before helping you get into the bath tub.
He then disappeared again.
When you finish washing up, he then reappears—already freshens up—to put clothes on you and brings you late breakfast on the bed.
"So.. what exactly possessed you yesterday? I'm pretty sure I said I'm having company dinner yesterday afternoon." He asks as he hand feeds you food.
"..I accidentally ate chocolate with aphrodisiacs, only a little though.." You evade his eye contact.
"Oh ho, I see. And it still makes you that horny huh?" He smirked. You glared as you threw him a pillow. He caught it easily though.
"I'm still mad you are too rough on me!" You pout.
"Says the one who enjoyed it." You glared at him again.
"Okay, okay. My fault. I'm sorry, it will happen again." Caleb chuckled.
"Caleb!!!" Your face is getting warmer.
At that, Caleb laughed heartily and you refuse to continue eating. He console you again after.
warnings. fluff, kind of crack, boss x employee dynamic, caleb is WHIPPED, caleb is also really clingy, reader is an #ihatemybf warrior (in the most loving way possible), suggestive, established relationship
preview. caleb's texts with assistant!reader throughout the day.
a/n. this is just an experimental SMAU spin off for these fics since people wanted more of their dynamic :) enjoy! part 1 part 2
Note: misunderstanding trope, also, this is not how it happens in real life, but this is supposed to be a crack fic sooo
"Thank you for coming to see me in such a short notice, Mr. and Mrs. Qin," your daughter's elementary school teacher said, sitting in the desk in front of you two.
"Of course!" you exclaimed, but at the sound of silence from your husband, you elbowed him slightly, only for him to return a grunt.
After a call from your daughter's teacher, you ran over as fast as you could. While you were the image of concern, your husband, unfortunately, was still in the "my daughter can do no wrong" phase, and came to the parent-teacher meeting with a sour attitude, his leather jacket, and arms crossed while he sat in the tiny chair in front of her desk.
In order to keep your daughter humble despite her father's spoiling, you had to be the strong front here.
"You see," she started out, "your daughter said something very concerning..." Her eyes darted from you to your husband.
"She isn't getting bullied, is she?" you worriedly blurted out. Your mind raced at a thoughts thoughts per minute. You didn't think you were vindictive, but if something happened to your baby, you would go scorched earth.
"What? Oh, oh no," she replied, shaking her head.
"She..." you started out slowly. "She isn't the bully...is she?" Sylus scoffed at your side, causing you to shoot him a glare that immediately shut him up.
You knew that your daughter was a very sweet girl, but you also knew that with Sylus as her father...she was used to getting her way, and with her boxing training, you knew that she could be a bit...rougher than others.
"Well—" the teacher started out while you grimaced. "She is very, very sweet with the girls in the class. She's extremely friendly with them, always sharing her school supplies and food with them, and they all seem to love her back. The boys...however..."
Sylus raised an eyebrow.
"I'll be very frank with you. She treats the boys in the class like servants. While she's very kind to the girls, she's very direct and assertive with the boys, and she has them carrying her water bottle and lunch pail, open the door, and pull out her chair for her."
Your jaw dropped—Every time you asked her how school was, she never bothered to mention this!
Sure, her dad always opened the car door for her, carried her backpack to and from pickup and drop off, and the twins called her "little boss," but you never thought she thought that was just how the world worked!
"And they let her?!" you said, aghast.
"Some of them have a crush on her, I believe—" You held Sylus from the back of his jacket once he straightened. "So I think that's why they let her boss them around. This shouldn't be encouraged. Once I saw this behavior, I pulled her aside to privately tell her that that wasn't appropriate, and she said her older brothers—"
Your jaw dropped even more. The twins?!
"Told her that if the boys in her class protested and wouldn't do her bidding anymore, like her mom to her dad, she should 'roughen them up,' 'use force,' and—I'm not even sure why she knows this phrase, and I had to decipher it when she told me because she clearly didn't know the words, she should 'whip him into submission.'"
"HUH?" you shouted, but Sylus burst out laughing beside you. Once he realized that this meeting wasn't about criticizing his sweet little dove anymore, his mood did a 180.
She was telling people you "whipped her father into submission"?! That you "roughen him up"?!
"Of course, you can see that this is highly concerning, and as a mandated reporter—"
"Sylus!" you shouted against his laughs. "Qin Che!" Oh, he knew you were serious when you pulled out his government name, but that made him lose his breath even more. "This isn't funny! Your daughter is going out there saying that I—I beat my husband or something!"
"Oh, I like it when you do though," Sylus cooed, putting his hand behind your tiny plastic chair.
"And I can't believe the twins taught her that—! Stop laughing and listen to me!"
The teacher's eyes widened when the situation became clear before her, and her face became more and more pink by the second.
"Don't worry," Sylus smirked toward the poor woman. "My wife may beat me, but," his smile grew wider as he leaned in as if he wanted to kiss you. Your head whipped around at the slander, jaw to the floor. "I let her."
Face aflame, you pushed his face back before his lips could connect with yours. In front of the teacher no less! You didn't want to make out in front of your daughter’s teacher!
"C'mon, I know you can hit me harder than that, sweetie."
୨୧ — Caleb's palm cups your cheek, thumb brushing a tear from your cheek, smearing salt and sweat. "Pipsqueak, I…" he murmurs, guilt flickering across his features as he takes in your wrecked state- cum smeared thighs, your puffy, fucked out hole still weeping his seed onto the already wrecked sheets... body absolutely limp. "Shit. I went too far."
You try to reassure him, to push a weak 's'okay', but all that comes out is a garbled, wet mumble, your throat still raw from screaming and stuffed full of his cock earlier.
His knuckles brush a damp strand of hair from your temple, the touch startlingly soft after the bruising grip he'd used hours earlier. "Don't move a muscle," he orders before pressing a feather light kiss to your sweaty forehead, "not one."
He vanishes into the bathroom- click of the light, hiss of running water before returning with a warm washcloth.
The first swipe across your collarbone is heaven as he works with focused gentleness that steals your breath- wiping the mascara that threatens to stain your cheeks, the pearly streaks from your belly the, and the slick mess from your inner thighs. His thumb grazes your swollen folds, making you jolt. "Shhh. Hold still," he says softly, dabbing with infinite care at your tender, reddened flesh, "i've got you."
As he tends to you, his gaze fall on something in the corner of the bed. A small smile tugs at his lips as he reaches for the worn plush frog piloting a plane- a silly gift he gave you months ago that has somehow become a fixture in your shared space.
"Look who's here," he says, voice warm and playful as he makes the stuffed frog bob and weaves in front of your nose. "Mr. Frog was worried about you."
Despite your exhaustion, a smile breaks across your face. Caleb presses the little green pilot against your cheek in a playful "kiss", the childish gesture so at odds with the man who just fucked you senseless that you can't help but giggle. "Caaaleb," you finally manage, swatting at him weakly, "I'm okay." You nuzzle at Mr. Frog affectionately before looking up at Caleb, "We're both okay." and you feel how his arms lock tighter around you- not restraining, just anchoring.
His shoulders seem to release tension he didn't even know he was carrying as he gives you a gentle smile… his palm spreading protectively over where his daughter grows within you. "Both," he repeats softly, wonder and relief painting his voice as his thumb continues its gentle circles on your belly.
He stretches out beside you, gathering your tired body against his chest, his lips brushing your forehead as he pulls the blankets over you both. "My girls." he whispers with quiet happiness, and you feel his chin rest gently atop your head as he tucks the covers around your shoulders.
When your boyfriend cheats on you, you decide to turn to your two bestfriends for comfort. Except the comfort they have in mind isn't the usual kind.
Warnings: mxfxm, snowapple x nonmc!reader, zayne is ooc sue me, fingering, oral (all 3), eiffel tower, p in v, threesome, squirting, wc: 4.5k. MDNI
"As soon as I take care of you, I'm gonna go over to his place and kill him. Will that make you feel better?"
"Much" You pouted, snuggling against his side and resting your head on his shoulder, the well of your tears long dried up only to be replaced by deep seated anger.
Eight months. Eight months you had invested in this guy despite him forgetting your birthday, failing to show up at your promotion party and now, he had the audacity to sleep with your colleague?!
Both your bestfriends had taken one look at him and deemed him trash but your pride hadn't let you admit the same to yourself. How many relationships had had a similar, disappointed outcome that you had wanted to make this one work so bad?
"Is there something wrong with me?" You straightened, determined to find the truth in Caleb's eyes knowing he would never say anything demeaning to you no matter how much you asked "Is there something fundamentally wrong with me that I haven't been able to make a single relationship work oh I don't know since- I started dating?"
"God, no" Caleb reached forward to move your hair out of your face and behind your ear "There is nothing wrong with you. Your taste in men is questionable but you? You are perfect"
He said it with so much conviction, his violet eyes glittering in the dim lighting of your apartment, mouth set in a determined line as if ready to fight any rebuttal you might have against his bestfriend: you.
Something shifted between you two and pulled, your eyes dropping to his lips and for a heartbeat you wondered why you couldn't have found someone like him instead.
"I'm sorry, I'm late"
Both your heads whipped around to the source of the voice at the entrance to your apartment, watching as Zayne took off his shoes, balancing his briefcase in one hand and a box of baked goods in the other.
Your already severed moment with Caleb shattered completely when you got up from the couch to make your way towards Zayne. Instead of helping him, you knocked on his shoulder with a closed fist "What took you so long?"
"I'm sorry" Now successfully having removed his shoes, he opened his arms for you and had to close his eyes and take a moment to revel in how perfectly you slotted against him "I come bearing gifts though"
"Ground rules" You mumbled into his shirt, wrapping your arms tighter around him "You're not allowed to say 'I told you so'"
"I would never" He promised, kissing the top of your head before placing his cheek there and holding you close.
It was only when the smell of the baked goods was too much to ignore that you pulled back, taking the box off his hands and making your way back to the couch where Caleb was waiting. Zayne put his briefcase down before he got comfortable on the other side, trapping you between your two bestfriends.
"You are so messy" Caleb laughed, wiping a crumb off your mouth as you chewed, glaring up at him and huffing "Nobody is taking these from you, Pips. You can take your time"
"That's not true. You! You would steal them from me like you did last time!"
"What can I say?" Caleb drawled, snatching up your favorite strawberry donut making you groan as he held it out of reach "You snooze you lose"
You turned to look at Zayne, big doe eyes and lower lip wobbling in that way he could never resist, making him sigh and turn to Caleb "Cale-"
"It's mine!" You shrieked, half climbing over Caleb to retrieve it who was still holding it out of your reach and laughing till you gave up, falling back into Zayne and crossing your arms "Like I'm not having a shitty enough day already now I also need to give up on my favorite food?"
"Aw, Pips. C'mon" Caleb tore a piece of the donut off for himself before offering the rest back to you "If you're going to be like that..."
You swat his hand away "I don't want your leftovers!" You turned to Zayne, pointing at Caleb and whining "He took the last good thing in my life!"
Zayne let out a sigh of long suffering "I just completed a 12-hour shift in the hospital and dealing with you two is still more taxing than that" Without getting up, he reached into his abandoned jacket lying on the adjacent sofa and pulled out a thin paper bag, handing it to you "Thank God I can anticipate your behaviors by now"
You opened the paper bag, squealing as you pulled out a fresh strawberry donut before leaning back and pressing a kiss on Zayne's cheek "This!" You pointed back towards him as you stuck your tongue out at Caleb who returned the gesture "This is a true friend!"
Zayne wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you back into him as you spread your legs over Caleb's lap, happily munching into your donut "Who needs a deadbeat boyfriend when they've got such good bestfriends?"
Zayne brushed your hair out of your face, green orbs connecting with purple ones over your head as Caleb quietened down, eating his own donut in silent contemplation.
"Oh, I'm sorry" You pulled away from Zayne's embrace to look back at him "Do you want some?" Nudging Caleb with your foot, you glared at him "Why are you hoarding the entire box?"
"He could've asked" Caleb shrugged, still not making a move to hand over the box.
"Selfish" You mouthed at Caleb, holding your own donut up for Zayne "Here, you can have some of mine"
You watched as Zayne leaned forward without breaking eye contact, taking a generous bite out of your strawberry donut, the filling smearing against his mouth as he chewed. The heat in his eyes and the sudden awareness of his arms around you was making your body temperature rise.
Zayne wiped the filling off his mouth with his thumb before holding it to your lips that automatically part for his invasion "How's that taste?" He asks as you feel the flavors assault your taste buds.
"Sweet" You mumble, licking his thumb clean off any residue but Zayne doesn't pull back, just smears it on your lips, tugging your lower lip out as you watch him beneath your lashes, heartbeat tripling.
"Should we have some wine to celebrate?" He asks Caleb, the heated moment between you two immediately fracturing as Caleb nods his agreement and both your bestfriends rise, one on his way to find the expensive wine you hide in your cabinets and the other to hunt down your wineglasses leaving you sitting on the couch, wondering exactly what the hell just transpired.
You had been one exhale away from climbing into Zayne's lap and tasting the donut filling off his lips "W-What are we celebrating?"
Caleb replaced the forgotten donut in your hand with a wineglass as Zayne and him got comfortable next to you on the couch again "Your freedom from doucheface"
"I-" You settled back into the cushions, wondering if you were the only one feeling the charged tension between the three of you "Yeah-" You shook your head to clear your thoughts "You're right. He was- is- a piece of trash"
Zayne leaned an elbow on the backrest, head resting on his closed fist as he watched you go on "You know what he said to me? That he had to sleep with her because I wasn't good in bed! Me! Like he wasn't the one who took 3 business days to get it up!"
Caleb sputtered into his wine, laughing as he wrapped an arm around your neck and pulled you close to ruffle your hair "That wasn't a clear enough sign for you to leave him?"
You pouted, fiddling with the material of the sweatshirt that you were wearing after having stolen it from Caleb "I was trying not to be someone who is that ...fickle"
"I think it's okay to be fickle in such situations, Pips" Caleb mused against your hair "You can tell whether or not a guy is worth his money within the first ten seconds of kissing him"
"That's nonsense" You claim, turning to Zayne for affirmation but he does not agree with you, instead shrugging in agreement to what Caleb said "If that were true, I don't think I've ever met a single guy worth my time"
"I highly doubt that" You feel the goosebumps rising on your body all the way from your hairline to your toes at the low timbre of Caleb's voice against your ear. When you look up to notice Zayne watching you with that heated look in his eyes again, you feel your thighs rubbing together in anticipation.
"I-I don't" You laugh nervously, unable to handle the scrutiny of your two bestfriends as you squirm.
You watch the silent exchange cross between your two friends before Zayne's hand rises higher from where it had been resting on your shin, playing with a strand of your hair, taking your untouched wineglass and setting it aside before murmuring "Let's remedy that, shall we?"
Suddenly all the air in the room isn't enough as Zayne crowds your space, his warm breath fanning your face as you are nose to nose with him, fighting to keep your eyes off his lips that are beckoning you.
"Do you want to?" You feel every syllable of the whispered question straight to your throbbing pussy.
"I-" You aren't sure what you planned on saying, if you had anything to say at all but thank God because Zayne wasn't even really looking for permission as his lips descend on yours, sweet from the strawberry donut he'd tasted with a tinge of the wine he'd been drinking mixed with it.
As his lips slot perfectly against yours, insistent and probing, you lose yourself in the kiss, moaning into his mouth as you open for his invasion, tongues entangling against each other as his hand cupped your face to keep you in place for him. You can feel the way your pussy is pulsing around nothing, the dampness between your legs as your hand wraps around his jaw to hold him close.
Just as swiftly as he'd swooped down to kiss you, he pulls back as you groan in protest, following his lips when he retreats. He's smirking down at you as you pout "We should give you a fair chance at comparison, no?"
And Caleb's hand that was wrapped around you is then turning your face sideways, meeting his lips halfway over your shoulder as you whimper into his mouth when he pulls your lips between his, the persistent way his tongue flattens against your mouth till you open for him making you dizzy, trembling in his arms as his tongue explores your mouth.
Your thighs are rubbing against each other, desperate for any kind of friction when you feel Zayne's palms on each of them, separating them as he settles between your legs, lips attaching themselves to your jaw, peppering kisses against the side of your neck.
It was effortless, the way they switched you between them. Zayne was gentle but unyielding, biting on your lip, soothing it with his tongue and swallowing your moans greedily. Caleb was more assertive, hands exploring the expanse of your skin beneath your his sweatshirt, sucking on your tongue and turning your mind to mush.
Zayne pulls away from your lips as you pant, fighting for air but never wanting to come up for it while Caleb sucks against the sensitive skin under your ear making you mewl. The dual assault is too much for your overworked brain.
"Is this okay?" Zayne's whispering, kissing your cheeks, your jaw, any skin that he can reach as his fingers splay on your bare thighs, rubbing circles, teasing the hem of your shorts that's ridden up.
"Yes" You're nodding, reaching for his shirt and pulling him closer "Yes, please"
"Begging before we've even started, Pips?" You feel Caleb's smirk against your skin as Zayne's fingers brush against the damp spot on your shorts.
"Fuck" Zayne groans against your throat "She's soaked"
Your protest is muffled by Caleb's lips as Zayne lowers himself to the floor, eye level with your clothed pussy "I call dibs"
Caleb pulls away at that, glaring "That's not fucking fair"
You giggle as Zayne kisses your knee before shrugging "You snooze you lose"
Caleb shuts you up by plunging his tongue into your mouth again as Zayne's fingers tease your throbbing pussy over your shorts before he's rolling them off you, kissing the soft skin of your inner thighs, holding them apart as you instinctively try to close them.
"Too late to be acting shy" He murmurs, pressing on your clit through your panties, making you jolt and moan into Caleb's mouth. Then Zayne's mouth is on you, and your eyes roll to the back of your head.
Tongue flat against your entrance, he's holding it in place before he licks a clean swipe, taking your clit between his teeth and pulling as Caleb's wandering hands finally cup your breasts under your sweatshirt, rolling the nipples between his fingers as he groans against your hair "Fuck, Pips. No bra?" You attempt to answer but it's futile when he's pulling at your nipples mercilessly till they peak.
The twin assault on your senses is too much for you. With Zayne lapping at your cunt without letting up and Caleb manhandling your breasts, you were sure you were toeing the line between insanity and nirvana. You have your thighs locked around Zayne's head as his nose bumps with your clit with every lick while Caleb takes your sweatshirt off, his lips connecting with yours again as your hips start moving against Zayne's face off their own accord, whimpering into Caleb's mouth.
Glasses fogged up, Zayne's mouth lifts off you as he watches your desperate expression, the way your pussy is fluttering, the way the muscles are twitching "Couldn't satisfy you, could he?" He mutters before taking his glasses off and diving right back in, throwing your legs over his shoulders.
You feel Caleb's smirk on your lips before one of his hands abandons your breasts and grabs your hand, tracing it down your body before he's guiding you into circling your clit with practiced precision, making your hips buck into Zayne's face.
"Oh my God-!" Eyes fluttering shut, you can feel the way your walls contract and before you know it, Zayne's inserting two of his own fingers inside, stretching you out as he scissors them inside you. Your entire body spasms, half hanging off the couch, cunt clenching impossibly tight as he curls his fingers and brushes against that soft spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm washes over you.
Your body is still twitching, but neither man seems to care as Zayne greedily laps up every last drop while you come down from your high. Your moan is embarrassingly loud when he pulls his fingers out of you, making your already drenched pussy throb harder when he licks your slick clean off his fingers, eyes never leaving yours.
He's then pulling you off the couch and onto his lap, lips covering yours as you taste yourself on him, moaning into his mouth as he guides his fingers to your damp cunt, teasing lightly "You taste so..." His whisper is right against your cheek, raising goosebumps on your skin "sweet" He finishes, plunging your fingers inside your wet entrance and making you gasp "Has it ever felt this good?"
You shake your head because no, it really hasn't. Among all your exes, not once has any of them gone down on you, let alone make you cum in record time like Zayne had. Your mind was swirling, but it was too late to worry about any lines blurring when the lines had been crossed so long ago that it was a distant speck on the horizon.
Not that you could find yourself to care because Zayne's murmuring against your ear "Let's not be too greedy, hm?" and turning you around in his lap, both knees flush against the carpet, your back against his front as he's pulling your fingers out, making you whimper as you brush the sensitive skin "Look at you"
Your fingers are drenched and coated in your slick but only momentarily because Caleb's lifting them to his mouth and licking your fingers clean, groaning against them as his tongue swirls between the v of your fingers "Fuck" He's looking right at you, the darkening of his amethyst orbs making your thighs quiver just looking at him. You feel fingers encircling your waist and cupping your breasts as he asks "You're gonna be good f'me, Pips?"
Zayne's kissing your nape, massaging your tits in his big hands, rocking his hard-on against the curve of your ass. Caleb's taken his jacket and t-shirt off, his belt's missing and the bulge in his jeans is outlining his arousal so clearly, you feel your mouth watering at the prospect of taking all of him- them, everywhere.
Pain shoots through you when Zayne pinches your nipples between his fingers "He asked you a question, sweetheart"
Your answer is helping Caleb take his cock out of his pants.
You would have never begged your parents to take you to Paris if you'd known you'd get to experience the Eiffel Tower at home one day.
Zayne's fingers are punishing on your hips as he drives into you with a force that has your entire body jostling. Caleb's grip in your hair tightens as you move your lips in tandem with Zayne's thrusts, tears overflowing as you struggle to take all of him. You don't know where they start and where you end, just that all your senses are muddled, too many hands reaching, groping, pushing, pulling every which way.
Caleb's running his hands through your hair almost reverently before he's gripping the locks by the scalp and turning your face up to look at him "I love your little efforts, Pips" He tells you as he taps the mushroom head of his cock against your lips "But I'm going to help you out now, m'kay?"
You can barely think, what with Zayne's thick cock curving inside you just right, hitting that sweet spot with every drawn-out thrust but you still manage to piece together enough of yourself to glare at your bestfriend "Are you underestimating me, you bastard?"
You can feel Zayne's smirk against your skin as he sucks a hickey onto your neck, when you reach for Caleb's cock with both hands because of course he couldn't be average sized and had to be nearly ten inches when completely hard. Whatever retort he was about to launch at you dies in his throat when you grip him so hard he almost sees his maker, grasp in your hair tightening when you press a thumb against his tip, making him jerk in your palms as you smirk up at him. God, it was gratifying to make them feel as good as they did you. To have that kind of power over them was a heady rush.
Zayne's wrapping an arm around your waist like a band as he jostles you upright, making Caleb pull out of your mouth with a pop. They're trapping you between them, Caleb's rock-hard length caught between your bodies as he kisses you till your head pushes into Zayne's shoulder behind you where he's steadying you by pulling your arm around his nape. Caleb's entire body with its rough planes and hard muscles are rubbing against your much softer one, elevating the pleasure Zayne was already wringing out of you. They felt so good together, you couldn't get enough of either. When Caleb's fingers find your swollen clit and presses down on it, you're a goner, cumming with such a force that it feels like an out of body experience for a second.
Zayne's cursing behind you, his voice husky as he groans at how tightly you're gripping his cock, pussy wrapped around his length like a vise. Your nails are scratching against his scalp, pulling back from Caleb long enough to fuse your mouth against Zayne's, clenching so tight around him that he cums with a growl, biting down on your lips, rutting against your cervix so hard, it has you whimpering as thick ropes of cum line your walls and drips down to your ankles.
When he finally unwinds from behind you, you're already being hauled over Caleb's lap, his chest to your back, rubbing his dick over your swollen pussy lips, his pre mixing with Zayne's cum that is still leaking out of you "Fuck, look at that"
With every flutter of your pussy, more of Zayne's cum pushes out, trickling down your thighs and forming a puddle underneath. Your eyes roll at the sight, head falling back into Caleb's chest as he keeps running his length against your weeping cunt. Your mouth falls open every time he breaches the entrance before retreating, the mushroom tip of his cock teasing your clit with every nudge.
"God, just-" You sigh, rolling your hips against him impatiently "Stop teasing me!"
"You hear that, Zayne?" Caleb is purring right next to your cheek "She's giving orders now"
You look up to see Zayne towering over you, palm grabbing your chin, caressing your jaw almost lovingly before he's pushing his thumb past your lips, pushing down on your tongue "Give her an inch, she'll take the whole thing, huh?"
Caleb laughs, slapping his dick over your pussy and making you gasp, opening your mouth wider for Zayne's intrusion "Should we give her what she wants?"
Zayne's glistening cock comes into view before he's mimicking Caleb's gesture against your lips, tapping the fat tip of his cock against your lips "If she asks nicely"
Any sense of propriety was already lost to you, you weren't going to bother for any pride when you knew how good they could treat you "Please" You began "Please please please fuck me-"
Your moan gets stuck in the back of your throat with Zayne's cock, where you're sure you might be feeling Caleb too with how deep he is filling you up. They're like minded in their goal to make you feel good, using you effortlessly for their own pleasure as Zayne fucks your mouth, fingers gripping your hair tight as he guides himself in and out of your mouth, groaning everytime you suction your lips. Caleb's thrusting up into your wet warmth, making your tits bounce as he grips your legs and spreads them farther over his own, splitting you wide open on his thick cock. His teeth are marking a way down your back as you convulse around him, legs shaking and fingernails raking down his abs. Your other hand is gripping Zayne's thigh as he uses your mouth without restraint, pumping in so deep your nose collides with his lower abdomen, groaning when you feel him growing bigger in your mouth.
Caleb moans when the end result to that is you squeezing around him so tightly, it has him seeing stars behind his eyelids, ears ringing with every slap of your ass against his balls. He wraps one arm around your throat, putting you in a headlock that has you dizzy, both from the lack of air and the dual assault on all your senses. Zayne's wiping the tears free falling from your cheeks, chasing the mascara streaks that have dried there. He's grunting when you dig your nails in deep to get him to pull out, grazing your teeth against his skin as he pulls out of you "Relax your throat, darling"
When you feel Zayne push his entire length into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, coupled with Caleb's thick cock bruising your pussy, you squirt against Caleb's length, hearing how loudly he groans before he's emptying his load into you but you can't see anything except the white, hot blinding lights invading your vision. You feel the salty taste of Zayne's cum in your mouth, the way your legs are still spasming around Caleb's cock, the cum that is dripping out of both your lips.
Then Zayne's lips are on yours, tasting himself on you while Caleb's fingers are rubbing your clit as he whispers to the both of you "Should we take this to the bedroom?"
When you wake up, you find your body temperature heating up immediately at the very dirty dream you think you had. But when you feel an arm around your waist, your cheeks smushed against a firm body, hands on your breasts and your ass, body aching all over, your eyes snap open so fast it gives you whiplash.
Carefully- so carefully you look up and notice your face was squashed between Zayne's collarbones. Startled, you try to pull back- only there's no space. Caleb's hair tickles your back, he's restraining you around the waist, fingers half splayed over one boob. Zayne's hand is interspersed in the middle, gripping your ass with a thigh wedged between your legs.
Embarrassment could wait. Lack of oxygen couldn't.
First, you handle the hands, returning them to their respective owners. It gives you enough space to sit up sideways, carefully extracting your body from between the men and slithering off the bed. You go to stand and almost immediately crumple back down on the floor.
That's right. The bastards took turn breaking your pussy in bit-by-bit last night. You take the comforter with you as revenge.
When you finally manage to pull yourself to the kitchen for a drink of water, you decide to address the elephant in the room. You'd fucked both your best friends. And loved every second of it.
Shaking your head, you finished your glass of water. That was ridiculous. They'd probably done it to cheer you up, not to have you lust after them like some sex addicted succubus.
Arms wrapped around your waist from behind, trapping you against a warm body as Caleb's husky voice invaded your senses "Mornin' Pips"
God. You could climb him like a tree.
Reining in your horny thoughts, you nodded, afraid to face him or you'd actually end up jumping him "Morning"
"Good morning"
Head snapping up when you noticed Zayne in front of you, your pheromones stood up and applauded at his rolled-out-of-bed hair and morning wood that was apparent in his boxers.
"Morning" You repeated, trying not to look like you weren't undressing him first thing in the morning.
"You gon' do something stupid, Pips?"
Putting your glass down, you turned to look at Caleb over your shoulder "What do you mean?"
Cool fingers against your face, Zayne turned you to face him "Like pretend last night didn't happen?"
"Fuck no. I'd like a repeat.." You trailed off but Caleb's quiet huff of laughter reached your ears anyway, heat rising in your cheeks at Zayne's smirk as he stepped closer.
"Is that so?" He asked, stepping closer.
You nodded, pushing into Caleb's body as your fingers dipped below the waistband of Zayne's boxers.
"So, call out of work. Both of you. I still need cheering up"
