i take my tomestone to ishgard and show it to a sickly brume child and i say theres this band called imagine dragons do u wanna listen and he stares shellshocked off into the distance and says i dont have to imagine them
This is inspired by post and post by @/mwphisto. I wrote this at the same time as my first drabble, a version of this for Zayne.
~1k words • AO3 • 18+ MDNI
You are well aware of Caleb’s fixation on your bush. He gives it nearly as much attention as he does your pussy, and you’re sure it’s overwhelmingly for his pleasure rather than your own. At first, you would squirm away from him, blushing at his attention, but now you’re resigned to it, if not turned on by his curious fixation.
When Caleb has a bad day, he’ll immediately go to cuddle you on the couch upon returning home. He lifts your shirt and bra just enough to latch on to your breast, then he’ll shove his hand down your panties to card his fingers through your bush. All you can do is cradle him to your chest as he takes his comfort from you, letting out little grumbles as he settles into your body. You stay like this until he feels your wetness and he moans in earnest, slipping his index and middle fingers into your grudging arousal while his thumb strokes through your bush, intent on slowly working you to a climax.
You’ve woken up in the middle of the night to find your panties down to your knees and a half-asleep Caleb rubbing the pads of his fingers against your soft bush. When he’s like this, worrying his hand against your mons and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, you almost feel like a perverted plushie. Caleb never had such a cherished toy or blanket, did he? When you ask him, he’s confused. “I didn’t need one. You were always my greatest comfort.” You desperately want to ask where your bush comes into play in his comfort, but you decide to let it go. Some things are best left unknown.
When Caleb’s not chasing comfort from your bush, he’s chasing his arousal. He makes a point to spread your arousal through your bush whenever he’s fingering you or eating you out. This sometimes leads him to grinding his cock into your slick mons until he comes. More often, he can’t help but fuck you, but even then, he enjoys pulling out and coming on your mons. It’s his favorite place to come, aside from coming inside you. He smirks as he swirls his finger in the mess, mixing his come with your arousal and rubs it into your hair and skin. Every time you move to clean up, he whines, “Please, pips, just let it dry, then we can go out for dinner. Please?” On the rare occasion you give in, he is stuck to you like velcro, whispering in your ear while pressing his bulge into the small of your back as you wait for a table at the restaurant. It was all indecent. Why did he even want to go out if this was how he’d act? You both knew his cooking was better than what you could get at a restaurant. Besides, if he wanted to fuck you again so badly, why leave the house at all?
Caleb even grooms your bush. In the shower, he lathers the soap and massages it onto your mons, attending to it with as much gentle care as he does your scalp. When he’s pulling up your panties after fucking you in his office, he uses his fingers to tenderly brush down your bush. You find it strange, if not surprising, when in the middle of fucking you stupid, Caleb sweetly asks to trim your bush. Not shave it. Trim it. You ask him why, the question coming out as a high-pitched squeal as he fucks into you, pushing you up the bed inch by inch. You feel embarrassed, shy, and so full. It’s distracting. “I wanna take care of you,” he coos. Whatever that implies. Later, when he’s cuddling you close, you try to press him. Caleb, as usual, doesn’t have a satisfying answer for you. You can’t come up with a good reason why he shouldn’t, so you say yes and feel immediate regret upon his answering grin.
You almost forget about your promise until Caleb approaches you on your next visit to Skyhaven, eager and with his grooming kit in hand. You soon find yourself sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter, legs spread as he kneels in front of you. You cover your face with your hands, peeking at him out of morbid curiosity. From what you can feel, he mostly runs his fingers through your mons and spreads your labia, spending little time doing what he said he would do. His movements are slow and deliberate as he stares at your core for what feels like an age. Without warning, he drops his tools and buries his face in your pussy. You can barely hear him when he speaks. “Keep your legs spread for me. That’s it. Good girl.” He eats you out with the same passion as he did the first time. That night, you stare in his floor-length mirror at your imperceptibly shorter bush and wonder what it was all for.
Over time, Caleb’s fascination with your bush has made you hyperaware of it and led you to begin taking special care of it. You tried grooming it into a heart shape, which he hated compared to your natural state, but he kindly tried not to show it. Conversely, the oil you started applying at night was a big hit for him. It provided him with an opportunity to apply it himself, as though he ever needed an excuse before. Sometimes you’ll send him a goodnight video of you applying the oil, slowly rubbing it into your bush with little motions like you’re rubbing your clit. As soon as he sees it, he calls you. You can hear him masturbating to the video as he begs you to talk to him through it, to touch yourself, to come to Skyhaven right now.
Caleb never adequately reveals why he’s so enamored with your bush, and you learn to accept it. It’s just another dirty quirk of Caleb’s that you indulge but would never have anticipated while growing up with the golden boy.
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