Colonel's Girlie

22 🍎 me n drabbles abt caleb

[applesplane]

stargazing with caleb in the middle of nowhere 🍎✨

light smut. making out, light groping

It's not a new experience which you and Caleb will spend a day or two just exploring the outskirts out of the reach of society. With Caleb's survival instinct and your own tendency to over prepare for everything, let's say it is a good combination whenever you and him either end up on a mountain or somewhere near the beach.

Sometimes the journey results in random collections of rocks, multiple paper cranes, polaroids of bugs and flowers, or bottles of sand and shells.

"Where did you even find this spot?" You giggled, sitting at the back of the trunk of the car he rented this morning.

"There's nothing impossible with a little searching," he replied with a happy smile of his own, opening a can of soda before handing it to you. "Well, do you like it?"

With the stars scattered across the sky, painting the dark blue canvas in numerous sparkling dots, reaching the top of the mountain as far as the eyes can see. How can you say no?

"Not bad," you teased, sipping the soda while listening to him scoffs.

"Not bad?" He repeats, before ruffling your hair and lands a peck to your cheek. Not pulling away, he smirks, "should I make it better, then?"

When your eyes meet, it's like a silent cue when the soda is taken away from you, and your lips are pressed against his. A subtle, slow kiss, allowing you to listen to his faint whimper whenever the taste of soda reached the tip of his tongue. Surely, you noticed the way his eyes are dilated with nothing but you—reflected on his gaze, all loving and drowning in your expression.

One hand cupped your jaw, pulling you closer as the kiss deepens. Caleb's thumb parted your lips before he slipped his tongue inside, a low moan leaving his throat, making you swallow the sweet sound of his pleasure as you reciprocated. Once your hand tangled on the back of his head, everything in Caleb shivers in response.

Not a single catch for breathing, both of you exchanging soft moans and breaths, hazy gaze locked with each other. "Caleb..." You managed a whimper of his name, when he bit your lower lip ever so gently.

"Mm? Better?" His voice, low and tender, but heavy with nothing but his restrained desire.

"That's your plan on making it better?" you asked, panting after he lets you catch a break.

Caleb chuckled, pressing his forehead against yours, letting the tip of both of your noses brush against one another. "Is it a bad idea?"

There was silence before you giggled, "Not really." Then proceed to kiss him again, with a little more force, your tongue sliding deeper, tangling with his as you tasted every apple juice he drank all the way here.

And Caleb? He is a mess; cheeks blushed hot, hands exploring—slipping underneath your shirt and starts to grope your tit until you moan against his lips. Another hand moving down your thigh, fingers digging into the plush fat, before pulling you to straddle him.

Just like that, your arms wrapped around his neck—the kiss grew deeper, hotter—both of you whimpering into each other's mouth, both savoring the burning urge to devour each other.

"Backseat," he rasps, breaking the kiss before lifting you into his arms, "we'll continue backseat." Then off he goes to the backseat of the car, while the night is still long enough for the stars to shine across the midnight sky.

yime, 2026 - do not copy

[applesplane]

coming home after a long, long day at work... 🍎✨

just comfort

Caleb returned home with stiff and soreness all over his body, head spinning from endless workload and dealing with a bunch of basically underlings with daggers in their hands, ready to stab him whenever his back was exposed. It's taxing, yet either way, nothing beats the feeling of returning home to see you all cozy on the couch, lying on your back while reading your favorite comic book.

What was etched with exhaustion, slowly changing into something gentler, almost softer—the way he just approached you after removing his outer clothes. Without words exchanged, the bare-chested Caleb snuggled into your embrace. His arms wrapped around your body, his leg draped over yours—locking you into his arms.

His face rests where it belongs—into the warmth of your chest where he could smell your scent mixing with the softener's smell of your clothes. Caleb closed his eyes, just sinking into your embrace like it's his home, feeling you shift and your fingers began their exploration across his face.

Because you couldn't resist.

Carefully, you shifted lightly, just enough to see half of his face buried against your clothes. A smile, gentle and loving one, painted your face as your fingertip lands on the corner of his lips. It was a small gesture, just to feel how warm he was beneath your touch. And your fingertip slowly changed its course, tracing his cheekbone before your thumb carefully caressing his temple.

Just like that, your eyes are completely locked to his face, watching him resting against you like he's supposed to be there.

"Welcome home," you whispered, moving your fingers behind his ear, now gently massaging just out of affection as you hear him sighing against your chest.

It was subtle, but you felt his muscles relaxing, his shoulders pliant under your arm, as you ran your fingers to the back of his head. Your fingers thread through his hair, massaging with your fingertips lightly, before you bury your face to the top of his head and give him a light kiss. A gentle motion, by keeping him close, letting him melt into your embrace.

The Farspace Fleet uniform was forgotten on the floor, but it doesn't matter.

A soft peck landed on your collarbone, while Caleb still has his eyes closed and murmurs, "You're my safe haven."

by yime, 2026 - do not copy

[kirayameestuff]

lmao what did gideo ever done to u sweetheart 😭

[kirayameestuff]

LMAO his reply bye-

[applesplane]

what is the price of having a perfect husband like caleb🍎 in your life?

mdni 18+ eventual smut, marriage life au (with children more than two), zayne making an appearance as your physician, smut in the end, mention of oral (f rec), creampie

Everyone always told you what a husband material Caleb is, how you're living the sweetest, most dreamy life any wife could hope. Sure, it's an exaggeration to some extent, but when most of your friends always express their jealousy to you, it's kind of hard to ignore. Well, looking at the man who is now walking in your house with a basket full of newly washed clothes, taking his chance to caress your hair on his way to the backyard.

"We're having soup tonight, I add some cherry tomatoes into combination," he dropped the information, fingers gently venturing to the under of your chin, tilting your head up so he could steal a kiss. "And don't forget to pick up Sean from his piano class."

Most of the time, Caleb was staying home; cleaning the house, taking care of the youngest—fyi, 3 years-old, cooking, gardening. Was it too much for him? Especially because he also had to manage time to teach at the Deepspace Academy Aviation, it's kinda a packed schedule. But what did he say when you mentioned to him last time?

"Don't be funny, teaching them is easy, nothing to be worried about." Caleb shrugged it off, poking your cheek after he put on his teaching suit. "While you, dealing with all of those jerks?" He chuckled lightly, placing a kiss then on that spot he poked. "Someone gotta deal with your exhausted mind, right?"

Yeah, he's an absolute delight as a husband. Honestly his presence made whatever hell you're dealing with at your current job way easier. But maybe... nothing really comes free, in this matter.

"So, Helen."

One day, you entered the headmaster's room of the elementary school where you just registered your fifth child into. There is Zayne, with his stubbles and glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, reading the files of your child in his hand, before paying attention to you. He called out your daughter's name and made you blink a few times.

"She's... your third child?"

"Fourth, actually," you corrected, and listening to Zayne sighed a little, before he leaned back against his leather chair.

The expression on his face made you feel somewhat scanned in this matter. "Seems like you're... still active, despite your age."

Because yes, you're past thirty now and Zayne was already in his forty. And the way he called you out like that made your ears redden a bit. He's once your personal physician, after all. "I'm pretty sure you told me to stay active despite growing older," you said with thumbs up, and he just shook his head in disbelief.

"Well, I guess I should be expecting the fifth?"

"You can, he's still a little one and often drool on his father's neck."

It was silence before both of you laughed, a shared past of knowing Caleb and the bond between the three of you. But it wasn't a secret, even the usual oblivious Zayne noticed how intense Caleb is when it comes to you. So, maybe he should've seen this coming.

Because when the night falls, the curtains are closed, the children are tucked away in their bedroom; secure and protected from the danger outside—you're pinned against the wall, legs spread apart with his arms flexing underneath your knees, his palms rest flat against the bare fat of your ass. With tears pooling in your eyes, mouth muffled with the panties soaked with your own essence, you looked into your husband's eyes with plea.

But, honestly? The perfect man image was slowly shifting into something more... feral.

"What's with that look?"

Caleb asked with a heavy panting, clearly condescending tone with the way he was smirking, hips pistoning in and out of you mercilessly. Your toes are curling, back arched, unable to escape as his chest pressed against yours, pinning your body against the wall behind you. The wicked gaze of love in his eyes made your walls flutter, making him groan and giving you yet again another mean, sharp thrust.

"Ahhnnn!"

It was hard not to claw on his back, leaving deep trails of red marks along his muscles, sending shivers down his spine. Caleb leaned down to kiss your neck, burying his face there as the pace increased, your walls fluttering in warning, and his pace already faltered from his own approaching orgasm. Your vision blurs when you feel his cock battering your spongy, sweet spot, dragging against your g-spot that made your world crumble behind your eyes.

Then you moaned with a mouth stuffed with your panties, cumming on his cock, clamping down on his dick that the man growled into your neck, teeth sinking into the flesh and made you claw on his back even more. Pain mixed with pleasure, feeling the sharp pain on your shoulder, followed with the creamy, hot spills of load into your womb. Your legs were shaking, and your panties fell off your mouth but you no longer had the energy to make the slightest noise.

Caleb licked the bite wound on your neck before lifting you into his arms again, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. His chest rose and fell against yours, as he kissed your head once again. The loving husband returned, until...

"Round two," he announced while out of breath, but the satisfaction was clear in his tone when he lay you flat on the bed, changing position to get your legs over his shoulders while he kneels on the floor, eyes up to meet you between your legs. "But you get to do nothing except to take everything."

Yeah, the cost of a very perfect husband probably spending most of your night satisfying his pleasure which is actually by pleasing you. Was it good or bad?

Well, considering how much you cried out how much you love him... it's good?

by yime, 2026 - do not copy

[pastelourple]

More and More I feel like I understand why the MC made these seemingly dumb decisions like going on an island and near drowning or going to the N109 Zone and nearly dying or going to Skyhaven and literally impersonating an officer and nearly getting herself in trouble.

This is truly just a MASSIVE trauma induced crash out.

Cause like, when you think about it, this gal lost everything. Not including any of the memories, she lost her granny, lost her bestie and sure she has Zayne... in the sense that he is alive. He sure as shit ain't talking to her though. So now her closest friends are: Xavier, the boy that she barely sees, Rafayel, the boy she guards occasionally and Tara, the girl she doesn't know all that well.

Everyone that she has ever been close with is either dead, "dead", or not that responsive.

Of course the girl had a mental breakdown and did some reckless shit, she has no one. I would be tweaking too. But also girl, this is what we have therapists and anti-depressants for.

[applesplane]

mc:

[applesplane]

what's school life like with caleb🍎 and zayne❄️?

no evol au, 100% fluff.

"Caleeb! You will make us late!"

Without bothering to check on your brother—not by blood, by the way, because he's a menace—you immediately run towards the front door. It was 6:51 AM already, how did Caleb even plan to get you to school within 15 minutes? You're going to be late late, and Zayne will not help you with the study anymore.

That can't be happening, exams are approaching!

"I'm leaving, bye Grandma!" You waved your hand quickly at her, pretending not to see the grinning Caleb beside her who just put on his shoes. "Please tell Caleb I'm not going to wait for him!"

In a dash, you sprint freely along the sidewalk, passing by several neighbours who looked at you with surprise—of course they would, look at how fast you're running. You have to run as fast as you can, you can't afford to get any late, even if it's just for a minute. Somewhat Zayne's expression of exasperation becomes your motivation to run with all your strength, until—

"Whoa, have you been taking extra PE classes without me??"

Effortlessly, the brown-haired boy wrapped his arm around your waist, halting your run with force that makes you grunt. You turned at him with blown-wide eyes, before you turned your attention fast to the watch around your wrist. "Stop messing around! Look, it's 6:55 AM already! I can't miss another Zayne's tutor—"

"What are you talking about?"

Since your words were cut off mid-sentence, you turned to the source of voice coming from another side of you with your mouth hanging open. There, was Zayne with his glasses, wearing his usual jacket while carrying his lunch bag. He tilted his head to the side, before raising his hand, where his watch displaying the current time.

"It's... 6:15 AM."

Blink. Blink.

You blinked a few times at Zayne who had just walked out of his house, all neat and tidy. The coolness in his tone and the lack of hurry somewhat worked in calming your racing heart, and finally, your gaze fell to his watch. It is indeed, in fact, written there, 6:15 AM, then turned to 6:16 AM. A minute has passed.

Just as you were processing, a muffled sound was heard from your other side, followed with a shaky body who was pressed against your own. It's Caleb. Holding back his laugh.

In that instant, your cheeks turned red when you faced Caleb, ready to hit him before he quickly let go of you and escaped your reach. "Caleb! Did you just change all the clocks at home just to prank me?!"

Zayne who just walked out of the fence of his house sighed, yet unable to hold back the little smile before his composed expression returned. He watched you chase after Caleb for a moment, before the boy ran to him and wrapped his arm around Zayne's shoulders.

"Never seen you jump that fast from bed, pip-squeak, that might be worth breaking the world record."

"Shut up." You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest as Caleb still chuckles between you and Zayne, his other hand ruffling your head from behind. "I should have seen this coming when I said I have a study session with Zayne."

"Woopsies," Caleb retorted, and Zayne could only manage a head shake.

Just another morning routine. This isn't new, ever since the three of you often pass with each other on the way home, friendship bonded just... right away. What started as a friendly after-school walk, turned out to be a routine of walking to school together.

"Just you wait," you threatened at Caleb, still walking beside him, eyes squinting in an attempt to assert the threat.

Zayne looked at the two of you from the corner of his eye, where Caleb grinned, his arm still wrapped around Zayne's shoulders. "Ooh, it seems I'm in trouble," Caleb replied, before tugging Zayne closer and somewhat pulling him into the conversation, "what if I use Zayne as my shield?"

"Don't put me into this." There was no bite in Zayne's answer, but even so, it seems you don't really listen to him talking.

"Then you're a coward," you scoffed.

"Me? Coward? No way," Caleb replied, now putting Zayne in the middle of you and him, "it's being strategic."

"Yeah, right."

That banter ended quickly and somehow, Zayne doesn't find himself surprised. He sighed just a little, the three of you still walking together until the school gate was appearing within sight. Just then, before Zayne could step into the school yard, suddenly Caleb turned him around to face the other way.

"Wait—"

He was cut off when Caleb spoke to you. "Hey, what if we buy that fried tofu from that stall beside the school?"

"What—"

Again, Zayne was cut off by your excited answer, and then lifted Zayne's hand to check the clock. "Perfect, 6:35 AM—we have a lot of time!"

Zayne frowned, disliking where this is going. "Okay, I'll let the two of you—hey!" And before he could say anything, Caleb already dragged him along, no room to escape because his arm was persistent around Zayne's shoulders.

The two of you yap about what seasoning you'll try today, Caleb adding with the special combination he tried once, you followed with how yucky his taste is, and Caleb ended with a bet that you'll love it. That left him groan internally, but...

...maybe fried tofu with teriyaki doesn't sound so bad.

by yime, 2026 - do not copy

[applesplane]

just finished the 10 hours sleep achievement

[kirayameestuff]

just got the canopy swing and apparently it's a swing version of loveseat

so freaking adorable

[applesplane]

finally finished the diary quest without knowing

[applesplane]

me: *taking pictures of caleb on glint, trying the dynamic poses*

caleb's chest:

[colonelpantysniffer]

does anyone wanna make a community with me where we just yap like a big ol' lads group chat

https://www.tumblr.com/communities/love-and-deepspace-cuties

^this is the link!!

[applesplane]

already requested!!

[calebified]

Can I have Caleb's 3rd myth already please 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[applesplane]

wait wait lemme recover from the expense i just did from the current event lmao 😭😭😭😭

[applesplane]

yayy happy 100 days to me and calebb 💕

current affinity: 81 lmao just got them level up last night

[applesplane]

getting drunk with fwb!caleb 🍎✨

mdni. 18+ lazy sex, drunk sex, cumplay, dirty talk, teasing, p in v

The bottles lie scattered on the floor, along with piles of clothes from you and Caleb's. None of you remembered to turn on the lights, so, the living room was dark and there were two bottles dropped onto its side and pouring red mess onto your carpet. But like you care, when you're now sprawled beneath Caleb, bare naked without anything separating both of your naked bodies.

Maybe it's the dizziness or the fact that none of you were in your right mind, that's why you're not stopping him, when Caleb dragged his cock over your cunt with slooow strokes. He was leaking, not to mention while he's at it—he's whining as well, cheeks flushed red as if he was flirting with your cunt. "Look at her~ so pretty, wet with me..."

Honestly, he's being filthy, playing with his precum like that on your cunt—smearing and coating your slit in his gooey pre. But again, it was hot, it was somewhat feeding to your aching senses—his teasing becomes much, much sweeter and better like this. Your clit throbbed in response, his persistent stroke of his tip against your sensitive bud earns him a glob of your own arousal trickling out of your entrance.

Caleb caught up with it, and fucking hiccup. "Woopsies, girl... you're wet."

"Hard to tell when you get your pre all over me," you replied drunkenly, thighs trembling and hips twitching, trying to buck up against his cock. But he stopped you with a drunken laugh.

"No... I saw it," he hummed, one finger moved to push the tip of his finger inside, just the fucking tip, gathering your wetness and let you moan breathlessly from the teasing, "look, it's you..." He mumbled, before taking his finger up to lick it clean. "And yummy."

"Gross," you commented with an icky, mocking expression, but Caleb just laughed, moving his hand to his dick now.

"I am gross... with you," he continued, lathering his length in his precum and starting to stroke it fast, letting you hear him panting and whining while he jerks himself on top of you.

You are drunk anyway, so, not in-your-so-right-mind, you just watched. Even got wetter because of it, when he openly jerks himself on top of you—more and more precum leaking and dripping onto your clit. Shit, it was a lot now your pelvis also got messy with it... but hell, you're clearly not sober enough when your hand moved to your pelvis, a few tips of fingers dipping into the messy precum.

Caleb's hazy, drunken eyes blinked in processing what you were doing, whimpering each time his hand twisted around the head, getting off to the sight of your naked body. But when he sees you licking your fingers clean from his precum, he moans.

"Is it tasty?" Caleb asked with a hoarse, almost drunken tone, his strokes getting faster as he got more impatient. "Am I... tasty, pretty girl?"

Yet, instead of offering answer, you fucking giggle and made him pause mid-stroke; why? Because you sound so sweet he nearly bust.

"Yeah," you replied with your drunken smile, eyes hazy and lost but focused solely on him, "Caleb is the best."

Chills running down his spine at your words, more redness burning his cheeks at your words. He whined when his cock throb, threatening to explode at any moment. "Heheh, me? The best?" He repeated, gripping the base of his cock and let it throb, before smacking the head against your clit and watched you jolt. "And you're gorgeous, sweetheart."

Caleb just kept going—slapping your poor cunt with his cock, watching each slap redden your clit, his bulbous tip dripping more pre and nearly covering your pussy in his own essence. Damn, isn't he absolutely dumbfounded at the sight, nearly drooling himself as he admired you with his probably entire heart. Because look at you—you're not even angry, just whining and whining like a baby, clawing his hand on your thighs while keeping them spread.

Such a good girl for him, isn't it right?

"M'kay... 'kay... I'm in, I'm in..." He murmured, giving your cunt one more slap before he lined the tip against your entrance and push.

"Ahhhnn... Caleb... why are you getting bigger..."

"Am I?" He dumbly asked, tilting his head to the side, hiccuping again when he caught the tip struggled to get inside you. "Uh... don'tchu think it's you who gets tighter, lil' girl?"

"'m not little," you pouted, and he chuckled, now drawing slow circles around your clit instead, up and down from your entrance to your clit, leaving messy and sticky trail on your pussy. It gets you wetter and clenching around nothing, that your hips bucked up, chasing after him. "Caleeeeb... just get in..."

"Aight, aight," he cooed, slowly circling your entrance again before pressing his tip against your entrance.

Both of you moaned almost at the same time, Caleb kept pushing his dick until the head popped inside you, the stretch was sending a sting of pleasure through your body. You felt him throbbing inside you, and Caleb felt the way your walls practically tried to suck him in—more of him.

"Hngh, pretty girl, why're you so greedy..." He whines, moving his hips back and forth, barely even giving you all of his dick when he starts to thrust in and out of your pussy.

"That's on you for teasing me," you accused him with another pout while moaning sweetly, the sound mixing with your pants and making it sound so lewd, so dirty, so... sexy.

"Mee? Teasing?"

Caleb repeated again, still thrusting mid-way while his mind pondered for a second. Especially now his brain literally fogged up because of how many-bottles he had chugged down his throat. Then, he just grins, before pushing all the way inside, his cock just rests perfectly inside you like it was made for him.

"Maybe you're right," he said with that playful smirk, his cheeks still red when he leaned down to capture your lower lip before kissing you, "you're fun to tease..."

The sound of your moan when he kept grinding, rutting into you with the erratic thrust, was muffled by the kiss. After he gets your legs wrapped around his waist, he keeps on grinding, because he was too busy kissing you. And you're also busy moaning and whining into his mouth, chanting rambles of pleasure while Caleb gets to feel your walls squeezing and milking his shaft.

It was a drunken, lazy fucking, that ends with no orgasm because the two of you literally collapse into unconsciousness and fucking... sleep.

Yes, with him balls deep inside you.

by yime, 2026 - do not copy

[earthtohoney]

keeping my fucking peace as a caleb main; YES i dabble in the cn trope with calebmc, NO i do not condone incest in real life that shit ruins people, i fw with you only if you can differentiate between real life and fiction. fucking get out my face if you don't like caleb like at all. like i love every li, but if your a toxic main for any of the others get out my face♡

[applesplane]

content of the day: caleb's eyes appreciation

[applesplane]

DONT EVEN ASK- eyes so pretty i gotta frame them yknow

[applesplane]

secret rendezvous with the basketball player!caleb in the changing room 🍎✨

cw. making out, dry humping

When the game is over, Caleb's team celebrates their win by cheering and hugging each other, rambling about hotpot for dinner with plenty of meat; Caleb's eyes locked on you among the crowd. Your smile was the only thing he focused on while wiping away his sweat, his body still hot and steamy from the game. Right now, he wanted nothing more but to celebrate his win with you.

In the changing room, his teammates were still chatting over minor things, scheduling more practice or hanging out, unaware of the scene unfolding on the other side of the wall. It was hard to suppress your noises when Caleb kissed you this hard, head tilting to the side to let his tongue slip inside your mouth. Your fingers gripped the sweaty jersey on his back; tugging, gripping—trying to hold onto something when he lifted you against the wall.

"This is the best reward I ever wanted," he whispered with that smirk of his, making you feel tingly inside, something switched on, when you inhaled the scent of his sweat and fragrance mixing together.

"Ugh, you're so silly," you replied and he chuckled, capturing your lips again, his hand moved to cup your jaw and angling your head to better kiss you deeper. "Hahh—Caleb..."

"Sssh, don't be too loud," he said in a low tone, but what he was doing was clearly not helpful to keep you quiet.

His hand moved to wrap your leg around his waist, rolling his hips purposely against yours, letting you feel the growing bulge beneath the slacks. You gasped, eyes widened when he teased you like this, in the changing room, no less. What if someone caught the two of you? It'll be such a huge problem.

"Mm, what is it?"

Oh, Caleb clearly knew what he was doing, that's why you shot him a glare while holding back a moan. "You're a tease."

"I don't think that's a secret anymore," he answered with a small laugh, continuing to grind his bulge against your crotch, knowing where to rub and touch.

He watched when your body jolted, your hips seemed like they were moving on their own as he kept you pinned against the wall. Every friction sends shivers down your spine, his bulge; the growing erection under his pants successfully rubbing against the puffy bud beneath your panties. It was so hard to stay quiet, that you landed your head to his shoulder, muffling your little noises against his jersey.

Caleb couldn't help but feel so, so damn good about this. "Is my girl can't handle this? Hm?" he whispered, listening to your weak whimpers when the laughter of his teammates echoed from the other side of the wall.

"It's hard when you're teasing me like this," you answered, wrapping your legs around his waist in return, locking yourself around his body, as if you were telling him to keep going nonetheless.

But, of course, he caught on quickly and was not going to disappoint you. With his hands cupping your ass, kneading them like a toy, he started to rut into you through the layers of clothing, making you jolt from the friction. It makes you dig your nails deeper into his jersey, muffling louder moans as he continues to stimulate your clit.

"Hahh—hnghh—Ca—Caleb—"

You were panting heavily, and Caleb listened to every noise you make, wanting to make you feel good. "Mhm, I'm here," he whispered into your ear, moving your body with his hands on your ass, grinding against your clit with steady, rapid thrust that makes your legs quiver.

Every friction makes your pussy dripping more and more, as if trying to lubricate whatever further will enter you. "Hnghh—need you, p-please—"

"Really? I think you're good like this," Caleb answered, and you whined when he increased his pace, keeping you still against the wall and making your clit feel that familiar tingles. "Ah, that's the expression, come on now, baby, come for me."

Knowing how loud you could be when orgasm hits, you end up biting Caleb's shoulder when cumming, the sheer force causing a deep mark to etch on his skin. But, it's only turning him on further, as his breath hitched, then he continued to rut his hips against yours, letting you ride out your orgasm until your body melted in his arms.

"That's it, you're doing great—"

"Anyway, it's been ten minutes, where's Caleb?"

"What? I thought he was with you earlier?"

"I literally just went outside to stretch, I didn't see him either."

Both of you began to catch up to the conversation on the other side of the wall, as they realized the disappearance of the star of the team. Yet, instead of pulling away, Caleb turned to look at you with a smirk. "Ready for round two?"

by yime, 2026 - do not copy

[applesplane]

butler au, anyone??