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❝𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲.❞ | 30yrs old | 🍎 affinity lvl 179.

[calebsbabyapple]

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— 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘴...

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[lalunanymph]

✧.* IN BLOOM

✧.* summary summer rains bring about the faint scent of asiatic apple blossoms wafting through the house from an open window in the kitchen. time stands still, fragments of moments leading you right to this very second. you take his hand and a deep breath. “anywhere you go, that’s where I want to be, caleb.” 

it’s all the permission he needs. 

✧.* warnings first time, mutual virginity loss, slightttt psuedo-cest if you squint, soft and smutty, size kink, spanking, oral sex, mating press, dirty talk, breeding, slight aftercare at the end, pillowtalk

✧.* dawn says something different from the dark content i usually write and tried my best to balance fluff and the feelings of losing your v-card for the first time (cue rose from titanic's voice: "it's been 84 yearsssss…")

It’s the middle of the night somewhere in Skyhaven. 

The street lights reflect puddles of rain left from a thunderstorm, and the air smells faintly of petrichor, reassuring weary strays and rain-soaked passersby alike that the worst is already over. 

While the world dries off from another raging tempest, inside Caleb’s home, you’re in his arms, warm and tipsy from the intimacy of shallow breaths gracing your parted lips. 

Smack. Huff. A caress. 

Slick and hot, the soft sounds of his kisses make you flush deeper, and you tighten your fingers in his hair. 

Caleb moans, unrestrained, as he feels you shift on his lap. Like a drug, he can’t get enough of you. The smell of wildflowers in your hair, how you taste like the strawberry balm he bought for you days ago when you complained of chapped lips. Slick fruitiness glides over his parched mouth, making his kisses glide effortlessly. 

He tangles his tongue with yours, sending a jolt of desire running up your spine. 

“Mhmph,” you moan against his mouth. “Oh… Caleb .” 

His name, sticky sweet with cadences of love, slips past your bruised lips, and he swears his heart chokes on a stutter.

Cool fingers push a stray lock of hair behind your ear, and he hums, those purple eyes vortexes of yearning. The maelstrom of emotion in them makes your chest squeeze, and you lean into his touch, breath coming out in a soft huff.

The unspoken tenuous line looms before the two of you, and you wonder if tonight is the night you’ll dare cross it. 

Flames from the digital fireplace flicker, synchronous with the temperature on the thermostat bumping up a notch, the one Caleb got installed because you grumbled that Skyhaven was colder than you remembered. Beads of sweat drip down his temples, but he doesn’t pay them any mind. 

You gently run the back of your hand against the muggy skin, wiping his perspiration away. 

This close, your breaths mingle and blend into one, the tips of your nose rubbing against each other. 

Inevitably, Caleb would pull back, sigh, and tell you to go to sleep while he takes a ridiculously long cold shower. You’d be left alone in your room, an ache blooming between your thighs, and frustration keeping you up all night.

That bastard. 

At your core, you understand your ex-older brother figure didn’t mean to edge you to the precipice of oblivion. His protective tendencies, while great in keeping danger away from you, are a hindrance to taking the next, natural step forward together.

As you feather another kiss to his jaw, you feel him pull back. 

Caleb’s cheeks are ruddy, not from the heat of the room, but from the one building between the two of you. 

He licks his lips, inadvertently drawing your attention to the puffy flesh which is still sticky from your errant smears of lip oil. With a huge sigh, he drags himself back from your orbit, as if he can’t bear to be within crashing distance of your surface. 

“Pipsqueak, it’s late,” Caleb whispers, the tenderness of his words brushing against your earlobe. 

You shiver when his teeth graze the sensitive flesh. 

“You need to sleep—”

Stubbornly, or perhaps, foolishly, you tighten your grip around his neck and drag him closer to you till his forehead bumps yours.

Your lips seek him with a newfound determination, and he almost stumbles back into the stuffed cushion, a moan of desperation slipping past his carefully crafted self-control. 

“Pip—”

“No,” you mumble heatedly, and drag your tongue across his lower lip, begging him for access into his mouth. 

Caleb reluctantly parts his lips and you tangle your tongue with his, tasting the sweetness of the apple soda he just drank half an hour ago. 

“Mhm,” he moans, and gives in to your momentary distraction, knotting his fingers into your already disheveled hair.

Something hard pokes your lower belly, and you whine into the heat of his kisses, running your tongue over the hard palate of his teeth. 

Caleb tightens his grip on your hips, and relents into the force of your yearning, feeling the contours of your body melting against the hard planes of his own muscular build. You shiver when he dips his fingers past the hemline of the tank top you’re wearing, your breasts pressed up to his chiseled pecs. He’s bare except for a low-slung pair of sweatpants, temptation right in the palm of your hand.

Your nipples pebble from the friction of his body slowly rubbing against yours, and the need he’s been stoking throbs warmly between your thighs, an aching thirst demanding to be quenched.

“ Caleb… ” 

The whispered moan feathers across his cheeks, grazing him with the warm softness that is entirely you.

In his arms, you’re sin waiting to be devoured—those doe-innocent eyes and warm, wet mouth that get him harder than steel. 

He whimpers when your lower body drags against his bulge, and winces when you giggle and gently nip his lower lip.

“Pipsqueak—”

Hoarse and ragged, the sound of your childhood nickname brings you up short.

“Caleb, why do you always insist on calling me that when I’m trying to… you know…” you trail off, equally as shy as him. 

It’s clear he doesn’t expect you to directly address the elephant in the room. But, after almost losing him once to the explosion and another time to his spiraling secrets, you desperately want to hold on to the man who had taught you what love was.

Caleb’s thumbs stroke the fleshy part of your hips, drawing tender circles on your skin. Those purple eyes flash like a doleful puppy’s and you resist the urge to pinch his cheek. He looks like he’s in pain—as if one touch from you could break him. 

“Are you sure?” 

His voice is hoarse. Uncertain.

“Once we do this, it’s…” he trails off. Years of knowing his ins and outs make you privy to the true meaning of his hesitation: 

Are you sure you want to cross this line with me? 

Your fingers tremble when they caress his jaw. Summer rains bring about the faint scent of Asiatic apple blossoms wafting through the house from an open window in the kitchen. 

Time stands still, fragments of moments leading you upright to this very second. 

You take his hand and a deep breath. Caleb sees your crystal clear eyes, free from the shadows of the doubt creeping into his mind. He tastes the first stirrings of hope, right in the center of his rib cage where his heart pounds valiantly, and tightens his grip on your hand.

You look at him like he’s something precious —gold and gems in the palm of your hand. Tenderly, you press a kiss to his forehead, tasting the salt of his skin, and murmur: 

“Anywhere you go, that’s where I want to be, Caleb. ” 

It’s all the permission he needs. 

Caleb snaps you up into his arms effortlessly, using his unbeatable strength to carry you back to his bedroom, his lips never leaving yours.

The heat of the moment is only broken when he sets you down on the bed, his lips detaching from yours for a moment to trail down your neck, nipping and sucking his marks all over the pristine canvas of your skin. You gasp, arching into his touch, when he nuzzles his face into the crook of your shoulder; biting down on the stretch of skin just begging to be marked by him.

He slides the strap of your tank top to the side, stamping more heated kisses down onto your shoulder, the jut of your arm. Every loving graze is punctuated by his devotion, those violet eyes brewing with the storm of his affection about to snap and break. 

Caleb… you whine, and he answers with a low grunt, his entire weight bearing down on you.

As kids, he’s always had the unfair advantage of his build and age to win at wrestling. Gran would often find the two of you entangled on the rug, you flushed and seething and him glowing with triumph when he’s won—yet again. 

But, the press of his body on yours is different this time. 

It carries a more intimate intention, all of which is far from the innocence of playfully fighting each other for the last hawthorn-flavored candy in the fridge, or the privilege of choosing what Saturday morning cartoons to watch. 

He sweeps your hair back, letting it drape over your other shoulder as he moves his lips to the delicate stretch of skin still untouched by the heat of his mouth. Caleb’s teeth graze your pulse point, and you jerk, as if electrocuted. 

“Nghm,” you moan, and he huffs a chuckle, his warm breath making goosebumps erupt across your arms. “ Fuc—”

“Uh-uh,” he chastises, the heat of his mouth swelling over your pulse point, gently sucking on your skin. Leaving another errant mark. “Don’t swear—good princesses never swear.”

Teeth sink into your lower lip. You feel dizzy and elated at the same time like you’re standing on the highest point of the earth, looking down at the swirling colors below.

“Ngh—C-Caleb. ” 

Oh, you sound so weak. Already driven to your knees, metaphorically, for this man who had as much power over you as you did over him. 

“Yeah, princess?” 

He moves his lips down to your sternum, hot puffs making your nipples perk up from her dormant slumber. They tent underneath the ratty, old t-shirt you’re wearing, the one that used to belong to him, demanding to be sucked and teased.

Caleb is careful to not push your boundaries, but you don’t want any of that.

Grabbing his head, you press it none-too-gently in between the valley of your tits, wordlessly signaling what you need.

His dog tag shines in the low light of his bedroom, the apple charm a glint of red that complements the fog of lust taking over you. Everywhere you look, you feel, is nothing but Caleb.

He presses you flat into the bed, the sheets bunching up under you and in your tight fists. 

“Don’t touch… not yet. Can you follow my orders, baby?” 

There’s no choice for you, but to nod. 

Slowly, like molasses dripping from the lip of a bottle, he wraps his mouth around your turgid, right nipple. The dampness of his saliva seeps past the thin fabric, and you cry out when he bites down on your bud, the brief flash of pain lighting up your nerves from head to toe.

 Slick need saturates the seat of your old sleep pants. You whimper when the head of his cock drives between the cleft of your pussy, digging against your clit. 

Sparks of pleasure ricochet from the tips of your fingers up to your hairline and you groan, mouth falling lax.

He takes his time, swirling his tongue over your tender peak, broad strokes of his tongue spreading more spit and heat, wetting the front of your shirt. It’s methodical, how every stroke of attention stacks up to a building heat throbbing at your core.

A supernova of desire, bulging and waiting to explode.

(And, he hasn’t even fucked you yet).

Caleb moves his attention to your other peak, and you cry out when he nibbles on it, your hands breaking formation from the bed where he’s ordered them to be stationed, and tangling disobediently in his dark hair.

But, he doesn’t chastise you. 

Caleb continues to purl swathes of his tongue over your tender nipple, flickering his darkened gaze up to the line of your jaw as the pleasure unfurls across your heated face.

You choke on another cry when he pries your thighs further apart, settling his bigger build between them. 

“Look at you.” Heated derision drips from his venomous lips, and you lap them up, tilting his head up to taste his lips. You’re not sure how you ended up in this position when it was you who wanted this. The last bit of control you have dissipates, and your body falls open for him like the spine of a well-read book. 

It scares you how much Caleb knows about your body. The small scar above your knee when you crashed your bike into the wide trunk of an oak tree. The grooves of your neck now bear his kisses and marks.

Despite staying true to his word about never getting a girlfriend, Caleb is mysteriously nimble and sure for a virgin. 

“Did you have another girl before me?”

You don’t mean to sound accusatory, but the words fly from your puffy lips and you can’t take them back.

Not when he glances up at you as if you had insulted thirteen generations of his family.

“Uh—no,” he mutters defensively, caustically pushing back his sweat-soaked bangs from his flushed face. “ Excuseeee me, princess. What’s with that tone? You know you’re the only woman I’d ever touch.”

You purse your lips and level him another glare, though it’s tempered by a glowing warmth in your chest. 

“R-really?” 

You hate how whiny you sound, like a psychotic girlfriend. But, Caleb does have a penchant for bringing out the crazy in you when you least expect it.

He brings your knuckles to his lips, feathering a soft kiss on them. “Yeah. Why do you think I took so many cold showers growing up? This little pipsqueak is far too tempting for me.” He punctuates his point with another kiss on the nape of your neck. 

His Adam's apple bobs from the admission, and your eyes widen. 

“Huh. I seeee .” 

You drag your words like him, playfully pinching his cheek. “That’s… kinda sweet.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” his gruffness reminds you of a ruffled puppy, and you laugh, tugging his silver chain with two fingers. 

The scene flickers. The man on top of you cracks, and a fragment of the boy you grew up with glimmers; the past merges with the present, and the essence of who Caleb is grins mischievously right in front of you. 

Like so many times before, he tackles you onto the bed, hands flying underneath your shirt to tickle your sides.

“No! Caleb! I yield! I yield—! ” 

Your infectious laughter bounces across the monochromatic walls of his room and fills his lungs with bubbles of joy. 

“Yeah, you better,” he threatens jokingly. While you’re still giggling, he grabs the hem of your shirt and gives it an experimental tug. When you don’t resist, Caleb pushes the envelope of your consent and lifts the shirt past the smooth terrain of your tummy, inching it up slowly… so slow… 

His fingers are trembling, and you take over, helping him with the last stretch, leaning up to tug your shirt completely off your body. 

Your chest squeezes with a mix of dread and anticipation when he eyes your bare breasts, a myriad of emotions flitting across those deep-set purple eyes.

Need, desire, shame, anger—tenderness.

His eyes speak the truth, even when he remains silent, and no matter how much he changes into the stoic Colonel you now have to coincide with your gentle older brother figure, those irises will always betray his true emotions for you. 

Now, they’re gooey with a feeling neither of you can name, as he peppers more kisses around the plush fat of your breast. Taking his time, he teases you with puffs of hot breath and grazes of his teeth.

Working you up to a crescendo of need before he gives you what you want. 

And god, do you want it.

Your body is arching tighter than a bow ready to strike, so keyed up from his few touches and the previous makeout session. 

“Caleb—”

“Yeah, gotcha.” 

He samples the flavor of your skin, closer now to your nipple. Your thoughts flat lines into a white-hot buzzing hum when he finally— finally —wraps his lips around your tender bud. 

Fuuucckkk. Your keening sigh sends a chill straight to his bones. 

Suckling tenderly, he pulls the taut flesh into the enticing vacuum of his mouth and releases it, forming a small ‘O’ with his puffy lips and moving on to your next breast. 

The twinge of unending sucking and nibbling rubs your tender flesh raw. 

Caleb… Caleb… 

You’re panting like you’re racing a marathon. He leaves a bunch of hickies down the pillowy fat of your tits, making his mark loud and clear on your body for the world to see.

A possessive hint curls on the edges of his smile and he braces himself on his forearms, juicy biceps glistening in the interplay of shadow and light in this muggy room. 

Peeling your glassy eyes at him, you huff, grumbling.

“Tease.”

He laughs heartily at your adorable accusation.

“Never said I wasn’t a right bastard, love,” he coos, cocky and sure. You want to wipe the smirk off his infuriatingly handsome face.

Leaning up, your spit-soaked nipples rub the hard planes of his broad chest, and you tangle your hand in his hair, drawing him down into the plush sin of your eager kisses.

“S-low down,” he huffs, smothered by your smacking little puckers. 

You giggle, a vixen on the loose, needing to rein her mate in. “Nuh-uh. Not until you finally fuck me senseless.”

Caleb cocks a brow. “S’that an invitation, darlin’?” 

Stuttering, you realize your mistake a second too late when he prowls over you, pressing you into the mattress, fluid like a panther locking sights on its prey.

“ Wait— ”

Caleb wastes no time hooking his thumbs under the frayed band of your shorts, tugging it down in staccato drags to mess with you. 

“ Caleb—! ” 

You whine, more turned on than annoyed by his teasing. It’s not until the sight of your mound appears, clinging to the edge of the band like the horizon of a new world beckoning to be explored does he stops, gaping at the sight with reddening ears.

It’s your turn to mess with him. “Cat got your tongue… gege?” 

He stares at the sliver of skin like a blind man feeling the sun on his face for the first time. 

“Shit,” he breathes. “You’re beautiful .” 

Tentatively, he drags the last remaining piece of clothing off your body, his breath lodging in the back of his throat. 

God… he groans. Pretty, little princess… gonna taste you so good.

Two worlds crash, sky to earth, and Caleb’s mouth meets the terrain of your pelvis. Traveling downward, he connects a path from hip to mound, and you feel his tongue sampling this uncharted territory. 

His broad back almost blocks out the light above and god—you’re already panting when the sharp jut of his shoulder blades creates an attractive silhouette sliding down the last few inches of your body, finding his haven in the juncture of your thighs. 

Caleb spreads' em’ nice and wide, making sure to run the tip of his tongue over the cushiony bounce of his lower lip. Shit, you murmur under your breath, before he dips his head and enjoys his meal. 

The tapered edge of his tongue touches your clit, and you lose the last semblance of control. 

You know Caleb’s always been a foodie, and the way he practically feasts on your pussy is no different.

Slick juices smear across his pretty mauve lips, and he slurps you up obscenely. The gloss of his spit lubes you up hotly from the inside, filling you with a pressing slick. 

Oh—mhmph… you groan, panting heavily. 

How was he so goddamn good with his tongue?

“Nghmm,” he moans, looking up at you with drunken purple eyes, lost in the sweetness of this sin he can’t stop devouring. “You taste heavenly.” 

Caleb presses into your pussy, treating her like an old lover he wants to French kiss till dawn. 

The high bridge of his nose bumps against your tender clitty, and he takes this chance to smear his lips all over your folds, rubbing your bundle of nerves raw. 

Your back lifts off from the bed and you can’t make sense of where you start and he ends.

“H-ahhh,” you moan, and twine your fingers in his hair, tugging.

“Easy,” he groans, lifting his wet, plump lips from where your core is inhaling him in. “Y’gonna make me bald in no time, princess…”

A senseless dribble of drool trickles past your lips, and you feel the thick toughness of his finger swiping it up, popping it into his mouth. Caleb grins, spreading your legs wider, and lifts your lower body off the bed. The sight of a dark spot seeping the front of his pants makes your breathing stutter, and you can’t keep your eyes away from such a lewd show. 

“See what’cha do to me, sweetness?” He moans and gingerly takes your hand with his right one to press it right on his crotch.

Holy shit. Your eyes bulge wide. 

He’s fucking huge.

You lick your lips in nerves, unable to tear your eyes away from the undulating mass of his rock-hard abs moving with every ragged breath he takes. 

“Is that…?” 

Caleb smirks, a dark look flitting in his eyes. “All for you?” he finishes. “Yeah, sweetness.” 

As if goading you to take the next step, he tips his head to the side, looking at you from under his thick lashes, his magnetic eyes pinning you to the bed.

“Wanna see it?” 

He guides your hand to rock against the hard bulge, and you swallow when you feel him twitch under your palm.

The reality of your position under him hits you, and you feel as if every breath you take might make you float up to the ceiling. Your mind is racing, a cacophony of thoughts that swirl and blend into one pulsing thrum of more, more, more. 

“Y-yeah.” 

He grunts at your admittance and steers your fingers to the edge of his band. “There you go—tug it down, princess…” 

You do as he says, and gasp when the crown of his cock comes into view. 

Girthy, thick. Veiny. 

A dark, almost violet-inky trail of hair leads down to the rise of his pubic bone, and you stare as the curve of his cock becomes more pronounced. Flaccid at 6 inches, he would rise to greater heights once released into the open air, and you panic, closing your fist around his still-clothed head as you beg him with your eyes to pause.

“Hold on…” you gasp. “Jus’ wait a minute.”

Caleb pauses, his eyes flashing. 

“You… don’t want this?” 

The implicit question hangs heavy in the air. 

You don't want me?

It pains you how quick he is to incriminate himself as undesirable when it's the furthest thing from the truth. 

“No!” you mumble and gently hook your fingers under his chin to get him to look at you. “I just… need a second to recalibrate cause… holy shit… you’re massive—”

He guffaws, shaking his head, boyish face lit up in joy. “S’that all? Aw, princess…” he coos and flicks your nose with his index finger. “Swear, you can be so adorable sometimes…” he teases, and you huff.

You take a deep breath and center yourself, before finding the courage to proceed with tugging down his boxers and sweatpants. 

“Okay…” you murmur, and un-fist the soft material, dragging it down with bated breath. 

There he is, in all his glory. 

He’s warm and alive in your hands, and you give the girthy base a generous pump. His smell hits you—musk, man, briny… 

Is this how a real man feels? You think your obvious lack of experience makes you faint with worry. 

Would Caleb notice? 

Would he hate how you don’t even know what to do with a cock? 

What if he doesn’t want you to touch him—deciding you’re too inexperienced for his tastes…? 

“Shit—” Caleb hisses, taken off guard by your sudden movement. “You’re killing me here, princess…” 

In such simple praise, you find your footing once more against the tidal wave of insecurity. 

Pushing aside your worries, you hum, taking your time to explore his body. 

The divots of his abs, the crinkles of his girth as it sits so pretty on his lower body like a pair of crown jewels. 

You run your thumb over the pulsing globes of his balls, feeling the soft, almost velvety skin dimpling under your touch. 

Caleb grunts, and you flicker your gaze to him. His brows are furrowed, and he looks a second away from busting a vein, his face a light shade of puce.

“Caleb?” You softly call out to him in worry. “Are you—?”

“Yeah,” he gasps, and shakes his head, closing his eyes. “Jus’... didn’t expect you to feel this good…”

Good? 

You feel… good? 

Licking your lips, you focus your concentration on the fleshy plump head of his cock. If he has sensitive balls, Caleb is practically a timebomb of nerves on the tip of his arousal. 

Flushed and sticky with pre, you swipe your thumb through the crease of his slit, gathering the milky white deposit and slowly bringing it to your mouth.

Salty. With a hint of bitterness.

Surprisingly, he tastes amazing—

Large hands yank your away from his cock. 

He doesn’t give you the luxury of time to enjoy him. 

Your world suddenly tilts and Caleb’s growl is loud in your ear. He has you pressed into the sheets, your face in the soft cotton, and his large palms kneading the doughy rise of your bare ass. 

Smack!

You gasp and jerk back, indignation at the tip of your tongue. But, it dissipates when he drivels a finger right into your core, sinking fully into the heat of your pussy. 

Your scream is muffled into the pillowy sheets, and he wastes no time in hooking his meaty digit up, hitting a spongy spot inside you that makes your toes curl.

With his other hand, he continues to spank you, little pert taps that grow in intensity as his frustration builds.

“Look - at - how - wet - you’re - getting,” he snarls, and withdraws his fingers to show you the trails webbing in between them, proof of your not-so-innocent reciprocation. Caleb taps his slick fingers to your lips, and you part them obediently, half-thrills of fear and lust curling up your spine.

The taste of you perforates your tongue. Sweet and musky, you've sampled your arousal before, but never from his hand. Gagging lightly on his digits, your eyes roll back into your head and you feel his fingers tickling your uvula.

Shit, he curses under his breath. You're too cute, Pipsqueak… too precious.

He moans as you gurgle his name. Cwaleb…

Throaty and sweet, you're the perfect symphony and he could listen to you all night. 

Caleb withdraws his sticky fingers from the back of your throat with a damp, little ‘pop’ as his spit-slicked digits tap your cheek.

“Fuck, you're too perfect .”

He sets you back on your back, your pouty, glossy lips twisting in a smirk. Caleb hooks your ankles around his shoulders, and—showing he's about as virginal as a town bicycle—smooths his thumb through the mess of your folds.

His pointer catches on the lip of your gaping, swollen pussy, and he hums when he smears your love juices all around, making sure to get it as messy and creamy as possible.

Inching his thumb past the loosened ring of muscle, he grins. 

The gooey, silky mess coats him to the knuckle. You're already pretty free and easy for him to slip his cock in.

“Just a little more, sweetness,” he coos, twisting his thumb, slipping it out only to replace it with his index finger. His now free thumb smears the cream of your arousal around, catching on the pearly mound of your clit as he deepens the pressure.

Nghh ahhh, Caleb! You cry out. 

Your cheeks are warm, eyes glossy with heat and Caleb can't get enough of the way you're panting and twisting on the sheets, writhing like a prey caught in his trap.

It's too much. Too fucking much.

Desire turns your thoughts hazy. There’s a swollen spot inside of you that he manipulates with ease, pressing down on it— “S’good girl,” he murmurs into your neck. “Taking my fingers so well. You make me so damn proud, darlin’.” 

You’re panting, lapping at the sweat beading on your upper lip.

It’s too hot. 

He feels like a fucking furnace above you.

Bigger than any man you ever imagined to take, Caleb is a beast trapped in the body of the boy you love. His scent drenches you—cedar wood body soap bleeding into your pores, marking you as his. The scent of his aftershave grazes your cheek as he leans in to give you a sloppy, full-tongued kiss. 

Mhmmph—you mewl, clinging onto him like ivy.

Your thighs wrap around his waist instinctively, and everything is primal when you finally give yourself up to him. 

His plump, weepy tip catches on your pulsing opening, and he groans at the briefest contact of slick mingling together. You’re so wet, your pussy juices web with his pre, silvery strands clinging to the lip of that little hole he wants so badly to sink into.

Like the deepest tunnel in space, Caleb wants to venture where no man will ever go. He grasps the head of his cock and guides it right to where the blackhole of all his desires resides, rimming the opening where he swears nirvana throbs out his name.

Caleb… she calls out to him. Claim me. Come in me. 

He answers her signal, forehead smushed with yours, his sweat dripping into your slack mouth.

It’s a strange sensation.

Fingers. Tampons. The occasional vibrator. 

None of it can compare to the sheer volume and intensity of a real cock pushing past the envelope of your flesh. The ridges and bumps feel magnified as if there’s a forcefield of pleasure accompanying such penetration. Like it’s sucking you into a different dimension. 

Your head spins and your gasps sound far away, like someone has plunged you right into a swimming pool. 

The only anchor you have is Caleb’s broad shoulders.

You hold onto him as he rocks his hips forward, pleasure unfurling down your spine like a current. 

Fuck… Caleb… 

There’s nothing else in your mind but him.

The sound of his groans. The pinched furrow of ecstasy on his brow. His swollen lips hovering over yours. 

Even the dim lighting of the room makes you feel cocooned in his embrace, safe from the horrors of the world. 

It’s effortless, really, how he grasps your hips and opens you up to him like you’re a centerpiece dish all bared out and vulnerable. 

Nimble hands arrange you into the meanest mating press as your legs dangle above you uselessly, swaying with every hard roll of his thrusts. 

Caleb fucks like he wants to put you through the mattress. 

There’s nothing romantic about this—a man hellbent on making you his. His cockhead smushes with your cervix in a romantic dance of fleeting French kisses. Marking you for days. God, you whine. God, you’re—

So good.

So good.

Oh, Caleb. 

More. More. 

You don’t even notice the light schmear of blood coating his length. Or, how the pinch of pain is overridden by the messy plap plap plap of your bodies meeting together.

You’ve just given up your virginity to the boy you love—the man who’s been with you through hell and back. 

Caleb grabs your ankles and presses it down onto the pillows above your head, plunging his cock in and out, in and out. It’s sloppy and you’re making a mess everywhere.

Foamy white creams at the base of his cock, dribbling onto the dark sheets of his duvet.

Your body rocks with him, the bed creak creak creaking under the brunt of his thrusts. 

He dwarfs you, a mountain of a man bruising the same golden spot that makes your toes curl in your periphery.

“Fuck,” he drawls, purple eyes gouging on your every reaction. “You— mhm —’re squeezin’ down so good, princess.” He huffs, dew drops of sin splattering from his lips and lapped up by your tongue on his jaw. Caleb groans, his hips stuttering. “Can’t get enough of you,” he starts to babble, face flush and eyes heavy with intoxication. Your pussy is the perfect drug for him. 

He starts to whine, dog tags slicked with sweat and heavy with his body heat thudding against your jaw. You part your lips and bite down on the metal, tasting salt and tang. “You—ngmmm—feel too good… so good—ah, shit, sweetness—” Caleb curses, thick fingers dimpling into the flesh of your hips and tipping you up to be fuller of him. 

C-can’t hold back, darlin’, he almost whimpers. I-I can’t… you gotta come with me. Come on, sweetness, give it to me… give me your cum, baby. That’s it, baby. Ooohhh, yes. Yes. There she is. Atta girl. Goooddd girl. Stay with me, baby. Don’t—lift your hips, fuck. Lemme rub that pretty pearl, darlin’. You look so good cummin’ all over me—

Your screams pierce the night air, echoing with a clap of thunder outside the windows. But, you can’t pay attention to storms, not when the biggest one is wrecking you apart.

Caleb moves like a man possessed, greasin’ his thumb around your pebbled clit, changing the angle so he’s pushing even deeper—

“Caleb!” 

Your back arches off the bed, till only the crown of your head remains on the pillows. Caleb pushes back, drowning you back into the sheets, his whole body pressing down— “Shit, nghmmm! —” he grounds out in a low voice. 

Almost a growl. 

It makes your insides shiver around his cock. He doesn’t jackhammer you like those oiled-up studs do in pornos. 

He takes it intensely, grinding his hips, injecting his rhythm with a few punctuating thrusts. 

“Good —” you choke out. “—fuck me so good— ”

Yeah? He teases, dark bangs falling in his face, covering one of his magnetic violet irises. 

Your body tenses, abs clenching, and he groans.

Tipping you further down the precipice, Caleb ducks his head and engorges his wet, hot mouth around your swollen nipples. He pinches the other one with his free hand, the spare still frigging your clit with the intensity of a madman. 

Your eyes roll back into your head.

You clench—hard.

White hot paint splatters behind your closed eyes, imprinting on your lids and the world fades into hypersound as you scream:

Caaaleeeebbbb!

Oh, shit. 

Your walls massage him better than any fleshlight could. Definitely a thousand times better than his hand. 

He’s a goner right there and then. 

Thick, fat spurts of hot, sticky cum fill you up. Neither he nor you care about what this means, pumping you to the brim until wet, gummy dribbles splotch down onto the bed. Caleb shudders like a great beast, and with one last, heaving push, he breeds you. 

.

.

.

There’s nothing else in the ringing quiet but your ragged breath. 

The world slowly comes back—a flickering flash of thunder. Caleb’s soft groan. 

He pulls himself out, and the effect is a reverse weirdness of when he fucked himself in. 

It leaves you gaping. Empty. You whine and he chuckles tiredly, gathering you into his arms.

All's silent for a few moments until you hear the bed creak and his weight off the mattress. Your blurry eyes open to find his massive, muscular frame in all its naked glory ambling to the bathroom. In a few moments, a warm softness glides between your puffy, well-abused folds, and you moan, twitching away.

“I know, I know,” he soothes. “But, I gotta get you cleaned up. Stay still, sweets.”

He wipes you down until you’re clean again, and tosses the soiled rag to the floor. Your arms open on autopilot for him, and Caleb chuckles, sinking back into the ring of warmth your body gives him. 

Sighing into your hair, he tightens his grip around you. Outside, the eddies of raindrops swirl down the window panes, and another flash of thunderclaps. He slowly presses a kiss to your head, holding you tighter as a new storm rages unceasingly. 

Caleb yanks the blankets up to your waist, and uses himself as a weighted one, pressing you into the soft mattress, much to your bubbling giggles. He smiles, loving the sound, and gently flicks your chin with his index finger.

“I didn’t hurt you, didn’t I?” 

He moves to your side and you turn around, propping your head under your arm to gaze at him, a lovesick expression etched on your face.

Caleb mirrors your movement, also sliding his arm under his head, his other slung casually on your hip.

“Nah,” you admit after a beat of silence. “Didn’t even feel it.”

He pretends to pout. “Y’know, if you say that in a different context, I would get really, really hurt, Pipsqueak.”

You groan, and smack his chest. “Just like you to ruin the mood.”

He catches your hand, pressing your palm to his cheek with a boyish laugh. 

“I’m kiddin'! Kidding, darlin’. C’mere—” 

Yoinking you closer, he smears a kiss onto the nape of your neck. 

As you trace his arm, he hums.

“You… really blew my mind,” he admits sheepishly. 

“Huh. I did?” It’s your turn to tease him now. “Well… I guess so did you.”

You yelp when he pinches your ass playfully. 

“‘Oh, Calebbbb ’.” He mocks your earlier moans. “‘Ahhhh moreee moreee— ’” 

“Hey—!” 

He lets you smack his chest, snickering in glee like a stupid boy. 

“Juussstt kiddin’, sweets.” He kisses you right on your pouty lips. “Knew you’d be perfect. You’re always perfect.”

And, your heart melts.

“Really?” You whisper as a subtle flash of lightning illuminates one side of his grin. Warmth fills you up when he nods.

“Is it sad to say I’ve been dreamin’ about you like this for eons?” 

You shake your head, a smile playing on the corners of your lips. Slightly breathless, you respond: 

“I’ve been… thinking about you that way, too, baby.”

You expect him to make a stupid joke, or to diffuse the tender moment with his snark. 

But, Caleb doesn’t do that. He loves being in this delicate bubble with you—and only you. 

“Good,” he hums. “Because I’m not done with you yet, sweets—not by a lonnggg shot.”

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[lalunanymph]

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁

— one shots

stole my heart (and my panties) — your panties go missing whenever he's on laundry duty

snap and break — he teaches you a lesson

killshot — reuniting with colonel caleb

in bloom — losing your virginity with caleb

caught — he catches you jerking off

three's a home — taking both medic combat zayne and fighter pilot caleb. at the same time

P☆RNST☆R — you discover a familiar camboy indeed

on cloud nine — birthday sex fic

whatever our souls are made of (his and mine are the same) — wuthering heights/regency era au with admiral caleb

— drabbles

ex-husband caleb

furniture shopping with him (xxx version)

car sex with caleb

valentine's day food play

accidental pregnancy

priest caleb x succubus!reader

dad!caleb and his mini-me

a pretty girl flirts with him

dilf!caleb x babysitter reader

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

— one shots

unusual methods — he tries (and fails) to coerce your baby back to sleep

his own hands — dom!zayne forcing you to take better care of yourself

lose control — zayne loses control of his evol and hurts you

three's a home — taking both medic combat zayne and fighter pilot caleb. at the same time

moonlit dream — a budding jade aficionado receives a personal lesson from her lover

— mini series

darling in any life — dawnbreaker finally meets the woman from his dreams [part 1 / part 2 / part 3 (coming soon)]

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋

— one shots

her and the sea — you ask him how mermaids make babies... he shows you

her and the river — rafayel claims his bride under the most fertile moon

𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒

— one shots

when the hunter becomes the hunted — meeting him for the first time

kitten, behave — teasing your biker!bf comes with consequences...

payback — no one puts you back in your place like he does

toast to cliches in the dark past — ex bf!sylus doesn't care for another man's ring on your finger

the champion's prize — the crow claims you as his prize

master of me — he buys a hybrid pet kitten from the black market

where the daturas bloom — the dragon and the sorceress meet a different fate

grassland romance — the strongest tribal chieftain sets the stage to claim his most priceless reward

mon demon — my take on sylus's myth as a demon

i get those goosebumps everytime — bdsm with husband!sylus

11:49PM — your husband discovers your pregnancy before you

pleasure in pain — sylus captures a little kitten and interrogates you

— series

the making of a mrs — where surviving the n109 zone means faking a marriage with its leader [in progress]

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

— one shots

my baby here on earth — mornings are always blissful with xavier by your side

[lalunanymph]

︴ 夏以昼 ◞ BETWEEN COMFORT AND CHAOS ·

︴ summary marooned on rock island: 188, tensions simmer, innuendos ignite, and you and caleb spiral into something wild and untamable right in the heart of a nondescript cave

︴warnings caleb x fem!reader, based off 'clearwind glide', yandere!caleb, canon compliant, smut, fingering, oral sex, multiple orgasms, multiple sex positions, forced proximity, outdoor-ish smut, Dom/sub undertones, nipple play, praise, overstimulation, peak freak4freak, misuse of evol, anti-gravity sex (IM SORRY), needy!reader, animalistic smut, creampies, slightly angsty at the end, the writer tapped out halfway and is now a puddle of whornee, 18+, mdni

︴dawn says (taylor swift voice) it's been a long time coming... when the clearwind glide card hit, i knew i had to do something with it because caleb was driving me absolutely bonkers HOW IS HE SO SEXY EVEN WHEN THERE'S NO SEX INVOLVED

“We interrupt this program to inform that up ahead near the Cloudia axis—bzzz”

“We interrupt this program to—bzzz...” 

“... Impacted areas include XU-976… Rock Island: 188…” 

Static crackles, fizzing like the crystal bubbles nearly tipping past the lip of his champagne glass. A gloved hand grabs the delicate stem—Riedal, or something equally ostentatious—and brings it to his lips. 

“All boats—bzz—advised—bzzz—”

The fluorescent lights ahead intermiediately give glimpses of a perfect Cupid’s bow curved into a smirk. 

“... stay away from the waves—all civilians—do not venture out into the sea—bzz” 

“I repeat—bzz—do not venture out into sea—”

On his desk, hidden from plain sight sits two boat tickets for a rental, heading straight to Cloudia Island. The cartoon-ish caricatures of an animated coconut and a human-like sun on the admission slips are a stark contrast to the shadows creeping into the office; Skyhaven’s famous foggy evenings blocking what was left of the day’s sun rays from permeating past the Fleet’s standard, tinted windows. 

Static bursts from the radio again, a final push, and meticulous fingers dial back out from the taped frequency, his hum joining the last fizzles of the stuttering report as it dies into a feeble, final silence. 

Just the sight of his hands is enough to make a strange heat flood your entire body.

Calloused, nimble and so, so reliable. 

Caleb has always been a steady presence, embracing you in his safety net while you swam in wilder waters. Ever since the day you first took his hand, till now, when he had guided the two of you to safety from the eye of a literal storm meant to tear your boat apart. 

He’s always been there, through thick and thin. But, god why—why is the sight of him deboning fish now making want to cross the space and straddle his lap? 

You’ve seen him cook. It used to be nothing special. 

Now? 

It’s sexy. It’s devotion in the steadfastness of his hands. How he makes sure to pluck every unseen danger in the form of invisible fish bones before skewering it, always offering you the plumpest, juiciest piece. 

You find your cheeks warm, biting the inside of your mouth to keep from squirming. 

“The storm should let up tomorrow,” he hums, oblivious to your growing arousal. “We can lay low and see if the skies are good to take off tomorrow morning.” 

Caleb’s drenched from head to toe, the aftermath of a storm, seawater, and residual danger clinging onto his skin. He pushes his damp, dark hair out of his face, a look of utter concentration on his face as he focuses on the task at hand. The striking curve of his cheeks and nose cut a silhouette in the dim night that has your heart fluttering. 

Remembering how he handled the boat from capsizing in the middle of the sea; the way he told you to step back as he took over… really does a number on you. 

He stands for a moment, taking a gander at the cave walls. A faint radiance haloes the stony barriers protecting you from the storms, and you follow him towards the lip of the cave where bulbous, glowing fauna dangle, swaying in an imaginary breeze.

They seem harmless enough, and he doesn’t stop you from touching them, their seafoam green glow throwing the definition of his muscles and broad body into sharp focus. 

Caleb knows you’re staring at him, but he’s already used to it. 

Trying to regain a semblance of your dignity back, you scoff and tug lightly on his earlobe. 

“What’re you looking at?” You can’t resist poking fun at him. “Cave paintings?” 

“Pfft.”

Without missing a beat, he shakes you off and murmurs: “You should take off your clothes.”

The world screeches to a stop. Y/N.exe has stopped working.

“E-excuse me?” You splutter. “How about you take yours off first!” Realizing what you’ve just said, you backtrack, face flushing even hotter. “I-I meant—it’s not a competition of who goes first!” 

Caleb’s thick, dark brows furrow together when he turns back to look at you, the firelight catching the low slope of his deep V, held together by the flimsy strings of his swimming trunks around his abdomen. 

Oh. My. God. You try to keep your blush  and dirty thoughts in check.

Caleb snickers and shakes his head. “Is your brain as waterlogged as your shoes now? Wet clothes will make you colder. Here—”

He casually tosses the tarp at you, watching you catch it with a huff. “Get undressed in that and pass me your clothes so I can dry them by the fire.” 

You don’t argue with him, not when he’s right; removing your clothes and setting them down on the cave ground like an offering, it’s much warmer behind the thick material, and your shivers have somewhat subsided. 

“How about you?” 

You eye his thin trunks. “Are you gonna go commando here, too?” 

In retaliation at your cheeky question, he flicks your head. 

“Silly girl. Mine dry faster. And don’t worry, my shirt is still on the boat… somewhere.”

Provided the storm didn’t eat it up. 

But, hey—you’re not exactly complaining about the view in front of you. 

Caleb washes his hands clean of fish in a nearby pool of clear water. Luckily, he has some hand sanitizer on him and smears some on his hands in the absence of soap. He moves to air out your clothes on a log beside the makeshift fireplace, turning back for a moment to announce: “Dinner’s almost ready.”

Wrapping the tarp tighter around you, you peek at him past the hemline. He chuckles when he sees how silly you’re being, inching closer. 

“You’re awfully snug as a bug in there. At least leave your nose out so you can breathe, whittle penguin.” 

You glare at him and extend a hand from under the tarp, smacking his chest playfully. 

“Hey. I’m just trying to be water-proof, wind-proof and Caleb-proof.”

His expression is faint with curiosity, and he grabs your hand. “Caleb-proof, huh?” His thumb strokes your knuckles. “Are you afraid of what I’ll do?” 

No, you want to say, but decide to ham it up, pretending to pout like the brat you are and nod. 

“Yeah… afraid of what you’ll do once you have me trapped under you.” 

Your words don’t have the intended effect. Caleb chuckles and chucks your cheek like you’re the most precious thing he’s seen in this world. 

“Funny. Y’know I’d probably smother you with my weight.” 

His thumb moves down to your wrist, slowly rubbing circles on the soft skin. “You know, come to think of it, it’s nice staying here with you.” He brings your hand close to his lips, the warmth of his breath on your skin making you shiver. “No other boats pass on this island, and the signal is bad. No one will disturb us here.” 

His breathing trembles and something deep within you clenches. “After the storm passes, we can go diving during the day. At night, when the temperature drops, we can chat like this… be this close. And we can also do other things…”

Caleb’s tone drops an octave, and there’s a look in his eyes—part darkness, part curiosity that draws you in like a hook.

You’re no better than the fish who fell for his trap, caught in the stream of his allure. 

“What do you say, whittle penguin?” 

Tugging him closer, you surprise him by moving further into his orbit, almost threatening to crash land on his lap. 

“Hmm. But, Cloudia—”

“Will always be there for us to discover.” His voice is a low, rough rumble, making goosebumps dot your arms. The fire belches out a heat that has nothing to do with the current wave of desire that washes you from head to toe. “I don’t need to search for a paradise. Anywhere with you is where I can make a home.”

Oh.

Oh.

What is it about Caleb that makes him such a sinful trap? 

The curve of his shapely lips twitch into a gentle grin. “Cat got your tongue?” 

He teases, and cups your cheek, tilting your head up to gaze deeper into his eyes. The flecks of warm amber make his amethyst hues pop, and your chest squeezes.

God, he is so handsome.

“Oh? Thanks,” Caleb chuckles, and to your mortification, you realize you said that out loud. 

“Wh–I didn’t mean it!” 

You glower at how hard he’s laughing at you, the sound equal parts carefree and grating. 

“Hey, you said it,” he chortles and reaches out, as if to ruffle your hair like you’re a kid all over again. But, you deftly avoid his outstretched hand, only to trip on the tarp’s edge, falling backwards.

“Whoa—hey!” 

Caleb catches you in time, however, the sudden inertia jerk makes him slip forward, the damp earth loosening the grip of his sandals and he goes pitching forward, twisting his body in time to cushion your fall. 

Your twin echoes of pain bounce off the walls, all the air knocked out from your lungs. 

The tarp slides off your shoulders, exposing your entire bare midriff, and you straighten, coming to a realization that you’re currently straddling his thighs and looking down at him.

Half-naked.

“Crap,” you cover your bare breasts, face as hot as the sun. “I’m sorry—”

“No–ah,” he slaps a hand to his eyes, like it would help to erase these mortifying past few seconds, the tips of his ears a bright red. “It’s fine—”

Cringing hard, you clamber off his lap and move to slip the tarp back when you pause, your thoughts coming to a halt.

“C-Caleb…” 

He grunts. “Yeah?” Still not looking at you, hand covering his eyes.

“What the heck are we doing?” 

“Okay, now your brain really is water-logged—”

“No, I meant like, why’re we doing this?” Exasperation coats your tone. “We’re together, aren’t we? We’re alone… aren’t we?” 

He catches onto your drift quickly. Caleb’s always been a fast learner.

He drops his hand from his face, those pretty violets blinking up at you. “Yeah.” He swallows hard, and glances around the cave again. 

The air here is thick, not just with tension, but with an implicit awareness of a lack of electrical humming or civilization. Its nature condensed into one frozen moment, a natural cage locking the two of you inside its intimate brambles and weaves.

A trap neither of you wants to get out of. 

He makes the first move, gently brushing his fingers on your shoulder.

Your eyes travel across his visage, mapping the slopes of his features, so near and dear to you like your own. You think that even if you went blind in this lifetime, you’d know Caleb by the cadence of his breath, the warmth of his skin under your touch. Only he is as warm as a glowing ember for you, with an edge in his smile that reminds you of ice-cold sea foam crashing right into a ship’s stern, throwing it off-course.

Heart in your throat, you let him run his touch down your arm, the hesitation in his caress making your body tighten in anticipation. 

“Caleb…”

He shivers when you say his name. You touch his lips, dry from a lack of water around, but still soft and kissable. Leaning into your touch, Caleb purses his lips, kissing the tip of your fingers, tasting your flavor and the faint presence of seawater still clinging to your fingers.

“C’mere.” 

He hoists you closer to him, placing you on his lap as the tarp falls from your body. The water-proof plastic makes a dull thud when it crumples to the ground, and you shiver at the sight of his hungry, amethyst eyes raking over your entire body. 

You’re so much smaller when you’re bare for him.

Precious. 

Caleb’s mouth curves into a trembling smile, his breathing becoming jagged when he grazes his knuckles down the expanse of your back, mapping out your shoulder blades and feeling how you shiver from his teasing touch. 

He raises his head, tenderly pressing a kiss to the rise of your shoulder. 

The short contact sends a zing through your body, a thrill that makes you gasp softly.

It’s embarrassing how desperately eager you are for him. 

“Told you I could twist your words and catch you,” he breathes.

The reminder of what he said during his birthday night makes you curl back, flustered and plastering on a fake scowl to throw him off.

“Caleb, you—”

“Ssh,” he covers your mouth with one larger palm, pretty purple eyes twinkling. “Enough of that.” 

Rolling you over, he pins you to the damp ground, and on second thought, drags the tarp, spreading it out and then gently guiding you to lay back on it so your body wouldn’t be streaked with dirt. 

“I know what you really want. I know what you really need.” 

In the quiet of the cave, droplets of water splash onto the ground from cracks above the ceiling, filling in the blank spaces where your breaths mingle closely together. The fire throws more heat around the rocky walls, the orange hues setting streaks of sunset brilliance against his dark hair, making him burn like the flame of your desire. 

Close was never close enough when it comes to you and Caleb.

Just like that night when he kissed you senseless on his apartment floor during his 26th birthday, he grips your chin, angling your face closer for his lips to slot on yours.

Warmth. Even in the darkness of the cave, you still see specks of gold and orange behind your squeezed shut eyelids, like fireworks exploding.

“Mmh—”

The taste of him saturates your tastebuds.

Leaves you wanting more.

The brief flash of pain when you bite down on his lip is enough to make him moan.

Caleb loves it when you get rough with him, and he likes it now when there’s nothing holding you back.

Not a barrier of clothes or your reservations about crossing the line with him.

Nothing matters in this moment except how good he tastes coating your tongue, the heat of his mouth demanding on yours.

The heat of his back spreads underneath your palms. Radiator warmth quickly heats you up. He runs hotter, skin catching underneath your fingernails when you dig them into his shoulder.

Ngh—

His moans are like music, going straight to your core.

He’s looking at you through lust-blown eyes, staring at you like you hung the moon in the sky. 

And maybe you did, in another life. One where neither of you had to face a storm without the other and were twin streaks of light in the distance, dancing in celestial bliss.

The hard press of his body on yours is intoxicating. Firm lines and pecs, a sea of muscles all taut and demanding on your softer curves. 

“N-hahh—” 

Strings of spit connect your lips; dazed eyes look down at you. 

Boring into yours. 

Caleb licks his lips and breaks the silvery strands, his cheeks a delightful shade of warm pink. 

Like twin flames, his cheeks rub into your neck, his words a garbled mess of need. “C-can’t—need you.” 

He’s keening, bucking his hips into yours. Hard and insistent, there’s a wet spot forming in front of his beach trunks that have nothing to do with the salt water.

“Ghh-ahh,” you mewl, all dulcet and lovely when the weepy, clothed tip of him digs into the needy clutch between your thighs. 

A hunger unlike any other overtakes you. 

You press your hands into his clammy chest and push him back, rolling him onto the flimsy tarp. Caleb’s hands immediately latch on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles the plush flesh of your shapely body, memorizing the dips of them for future reference when he’s beating it alone in his Skyhaven apartment.

You look like a vision above him; perky nipples, puffy lips, warm cheeks. The plushness of your curves make him almost drool, wiping at his mouth like he’s a damn perv.

“Oh, princess,” he murmurs, heavy and sexy with his low voice. The same one he used when he was trying to seduce into this mess in the first place.

Caleb reaches a hand out to gently remove your teeth from sinking into your bottom lip. You only come to realize that you’re doing it when you taste blood.

“Easy.” 

He swipes his thumb over your plump lower lip, subconsciously popping it into his own mouth to lap up the tangy red and your excess spit. 

“No need for that. I’m all yours.”

Pillowy soft lips that are slightly chapped around the edges press onto yours, and he threads his fingers into the hair right at the nape of your neck, drawing you closer.

Like the crashing waves to the shore outside of this cave, Caleb’s hips roll against yours persistently, using your sweet moans as fuel.

I love it when you make those pretty sounds, he grunts. You’re so precious. 

The pattering of rain hitting rock from the storm above doesn’t phase you, and neither does the clap of thunder.

You don’t notice it when you’re in his arms, safe from danger. 

Somewhere between comfort and chaos.

The world outside is a riot. But, in this cave, it’s as if a fuzzy blanket of safety has descended over the two of you. 

Warmed by the fire, protected by the stony walls that break the whistling wind.

The scent of petrichor stings your nostrils, bringing with it the earthy flavor of Caleb’s tongue in your mouth, tangling with yours. 

His calloused, roughened palms run down the curves of your body, mapping you out. 

A holy terrain he wants to memorize. 

His lips travel down a sinful path from your collarbone to your sternum, hot stamps that make you dizzy. 

“Ngh—mmm.” 

He chuckles throatily at your fucked out hum.

“Already needy, sweet girl?” His boyish grin cuts a familiar sight above you, making your chest squeeze and an old irritation slash desire bubbles up deep in you. “I haven’t even started yet and you’re already so eager.” 

That tongue of his. Oh, it would be the death of you.

Your flustered glare makes him throw his head back, handsome face scrunching into a delighted chuckle. 

“Now, don’t go being all pissy, baby,” he tenderly coos, placating you with a particularly rough thrust, grinding against your bare pussy. “You’re g’na ruin that pretty face of yours.” 

“Do you ever—nghh—shut up?” 

Part curiosity, part despair. Caleb chortles again and shakes his head, bangs brushing his prominent brows.

The festering annoyance makes you grab him by the neck and smash your lips to his.

You swallow his surprise moan, mewling and writhing against him. 

“Damn it,” he curses, pressed up on you, bigger body dwarfing yours. “You—nghh—are so spoiled.”

“I am,” you hum, teeth pressing into his lower lip, gently biting down on it. Tugging away and letting it slip back between yours for a brief, yet lewd suckle. “But, guess who spoiled me?” 

Caleb grunts, those pretty amethyst eyes narrowing even as he sucks in a sharp breath at your brazen teasing. 

“Huh. I supposed I did.” The broadness of his palm sweeps down to cup your ass cheek, squeezing it hard. “But, what you spoil, you can also tame.”

He turns you over in one smooth, fluid motion, placing you on your belly as a hearty spank lands right on your cheeks. 

Your cry reverberates across the dingy cave, but where once you would have to muffle your orgasmic reverie with pillows when touching yourself to the thought of him back in your old home, you now let them fall freely from your puffy lips.

“Ow—!” 

“Heh,” your lover looms over you, slotting himself above your thighs. Straddling you. 

“Try to escape this, you brat.” 

Another spank from his meaty palm. You howl.

Caleb massages your warm, reddened globes, not a hint of remorse on his charming, handsome face.

“Doing good, baby?” 

You shift under him, head spinning. Not sure what to say. 

Several things happen at once. He removes his swimming trunks and presses the blunt, fat head of his cock against your tight opening, lubing up with your slick.

“You’re so excited,” he murmurs, voice breaking into the edge of a whimper. “I could—hah—eat you alive.”

You mewl. “Please. Want it s’bad, Caleb.” 

He actually growls under his breath, hips snapping up. Untamed and crude. His thumb slides down the blushy pucker of your hole, rimming it, smearing a drop of his pre right against your glistening, oily little clit.

You cry out, louder this time, a sultry “hahhh!” as he slips his thumb right into your twitching, tight hole. 

A beastly groan unfurls from his chest and Caleb shoves it in deeper, compressing down on that spongy spot inside of you that makes your white-painted toenails curl in your beach sandals. 

Your hand flies back to steady yourself, wrapping around his wrist as an anchor.

But, he’s having none of that.

Your wrist is tackled back down onto the tarp, gravity growing dense around your fingers and knuckles to hold you in place.

“Ahh—” your cry makes a wolfish grin spread across his face. “You’re so unfair!”

You kick your feet from under him like a prissy child denied her right, and Caleb chortles. 

“Yeah. I am.” His mouth seeks your pulse point, the points of his teeth digging into your soft flesh, making his mark. “I’m just the worst, aren’t I?” 

His tongue slips out, tasting your warm flesh and specks of seawater still clinging to your neck. 

It’s delicious. 

He could lap you up all day, make you raw and as shiny as a popsicle. 

Nuzzling his cheek into your neck, he breathes in your scent—uniquely yours and tinged with the saltiness of the sea breeze.

Your eyes flutter shut at his tender ministrations, even as he slips another finger deep into your stretched out cunt. His digits squelch and your cheeks get warmer in embarrassment, your desire and eagerness apparent. 

His nostrils flare, and he flips you over, your hands still uselessly pinned above your head by his Evol. 

Your body stretches, tanned from your time under the sun and warm under his touch. 

Even in this damp cave, the way your eyes smolder with a glowing heat has messy droplets of his pre leaking onto your soft, inner thigh. 

There’s something about seeing the woman he’s loved all his life like this. Her breasts rising and falling, breath catching like a trapped dragonfly in the palm of his hand. He remembers how the innocent creature’s wings used to hum and beat, a frenzied rhythm calling for escape. But, you’re different.

Trusting. Desperate. Eager. 

You’re a vision just staring up at him with those dilated, innocent eyes, putting your entire wellbeing into the palm of his hands all in the hope he’d treat you right.

And, he will. 

Of course, he will. 

But first. He has to make you beg for it. 

“She’s so wet f’me,” his voice is a low, rough rumble. “It feels good to be touched, doesn’t it? It feels good to cross the line, yeah?” His index finger finds your clit, bearing down on it, and then eases up, tickling the sensitive nub like a little flame. 

“Oh, yes!” You cry out. “There! God—”

Caleb tuts and shushes you.

“Hush. You’re not in charge here, princess. This is between me and your pretty, achy pussy. You’re just here for the ride cause you’re attached to her, but I—” he moves in closer, and your legs spread wider to accommodate the girth of his body. “—I want to get to know her more on a personal level, yeah?” 

It’s lewd what he’s doing to you—having you all spread out under him like a feast waiting to be devoured, your arousal literally right in the palm of his hand.

“Please!” You cry out and twitch your hips. 

This Caleb is so different from the one you knew. 

He’s rougher. 

Meaner. 

There’s a dark edge to his eyes that make you shiver, and your nails dig into your palms. 

“Caleb,” your whine catches his attention. “Please. Kiss me?” 

It’s so cute the way you sound uncertain. 

As if you’re wondering if you’re even allowed to ask for his affection. 

The way you pose it like a shy question has his wolfish grin growing deeper. “Oh? You want me to give you a kiss? Make you feel all good with my mouth?” 

His fingers sink deeper into your pussy, finding that cushiony spot that gives under his touch that’s already pliant for him; sending jolts right up your spine as your face contorts into a grimace of pleasure.

“Ah—!” Peeling your glossy eyes to his, you nod. “Yes. Kiss me.” 

Such a brat, he chortles, but relents, sealing his mouth on yours. His fingers continue to curl inside the tight grip of your cunt, index finger curving and massaging your swollen G-spot while his thumb greases tight rings around your twitching clit.

The sounds you’re making—Caleb’s getting leakier just from them. His balls ache, a direct result of the sweet noises streaming past your swollen lips. 

Stuttered moans. Desperate whines.

“Can I taste those pretty tits, baby?” He whispers huskily. “Play around with those pert nipples using my tongue? Tell me. Use your words.” 

You nod, desire coursing through your veins, giving yourself up for him thoroughly. 

“Yes,” you stutter and he finds it so adorable how you’re shaking like a leaf, humping his hand.

Caleb grins, eye level with your chest and he lets his tongue run along the curves of your heaving breasts. He welcomes the tightening flesh grazing his teeth, how you squeak and writhe. 

You’re magnificent to him. 

He doesn’t have much experience with women, but from what he can tell, it’s always a thrill to discover a person’s hidden secrets and coax out the darkness in them. As a Colonel, exploiting weaknesses is what he does on a daily basis, and he’s partly ashamed to admit he finds it exciting to watch how your pupils dilate; your jaw hanging lax as you approach your first orgasm of the night. 

Caleb loosens the hold of his Evol on your wrists, allowing you to grab his shoulders. Your features are softened by a submissive sensuality, eyes wallowing in begging need.

“You want to have a look at what I’m doing to you? Go ahead—look.”

Licking your lips, your eyes dart to where his hand is slotted between your thighs, and you gasp.

“No—”

“Yes.” 

He presses his fingers inside deeper, making your hips stutter. His free hand tangles in your hair, holding you firmly in place for you to look at how your hips are pushed out and pumping lewdly on his fingers that are sliding in and out of your pussy. 

“This is what I can do to you. And you love it.” 

Caleb, you cry out his name, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes. I can’t—

“Look at me when you come,” he orders, a dark glint in his violet eyes. “Look at what I can do to you and hold onto me when you come.”

His orders are crisp and direct. Your hands tangle in his hair, grappling his shoulders as your legs spread further, your shriek of obscene pleasure ricocheting off the cave walls that Caleb almost slaps a hand on your mouth to muffle your ecstatic outburst. It’s insanely lascivious how you’re jerking and humping and coming all over him. Coming over and over and over—

Short gasps fill the quiet, the sound of the storm subsiding in the distance. 

Caleb slips his fingers out of your cunt, resisting the urge to suck on them as he pulls you onto his chest. 

He scents your shame before you can say a word, noting the flicker of horror passing through your gaze; the sudden tightening of your shoulders as the afterglow starts to fade and reality sets in. 

Instinctively, he moves to comfort you, taking your face in the palm of his hand and gently stroking your cheek.

“Hey, hey—ssh. You’re fine. I’m here.” 

Leaving you no room to let your thoughts spiral, Caleb presses a succession of sweet kisses on your face, silently reassuring you that you’re still his to cherish; that what you both had just done was nothing compared to the bond you two will always share. 

He could easily take you right now in your daze, pushing your thighs apart and sinking in. You’d be soft and slick, ready for him. But, he holds back his urges, gritting his teeth. 

Hurting you is the last thing he wants to do, and making you think that you’re nothing but a blip in his composure and self-control is not what he wants. 

He doesn’t just want you as a lover, but someone for life.

Caleb would never hurt the other half of his soul like this. 

You bury your face into his neck, breathing in his scent.

“Caleb?”

“Yeah, princess,” he rubs your shoulders. “Talk to me. If you want. I’m here.” 

“I..” you trail off. “I want more.”

He stiffens, not expecting you to be this forward. 

“More?” 

Uh-huh, your hazy murmur reaches his ears, and he feels your smaller hand gently tracing the dip of his pelvic bone, as if testing the waters. His cock gives an embarrassing twitch, and he has to fight back the urge to brush your hand away. 

“Princess—”

“All’s fair in love and war,” you suddenly grin, and he curses loudly when your soft, dainty hand forms a fist at the base of his cock, gently pumping.

“Why you—” he grits out. 

You little minx.

Caleb is putty to your touch, looking at you with nothing but exasperated resignation as you play with him like he’s your favorite toy.

The sight of your pretty fingers wrapped around him has his abdomen tensing, the veins leading down to his pelvic bone tightening, his breath caught in the back of his throat.

“Shit.”

You giggle, like you weren’t driving within an inch off the ledge into insanity. Your lashes flutter, brushing your cheekbones so sweetly as you bite your lower lip. 

See, you’re absolutely sin incarnate—using his weaknesses and turning it back on him, catching him off guard.

He hisses when you tighten your grip on him, smearing around a globe of pre with your thumb, catching it on his slit, your expression still deceptively innocent. You kiss him then, your tongue shooting into his mouth, sucking on his own, to show him what you wanted to do to him below. 

Caleb hisses, brows knitting together, his snarl making the muscles in your abdomen clench in anticipation. The dark glint in his eyes reminds you of a leopard spotting its prey and prowling through the jungle brake, eager for its jaws to sink past flesh like a hot knife to butter. You tip his chin with your free hand, leaving hot stamps and love bites down the flushed column of his throat.

Once you decide he’s suitably decorated, purpling marks blossoming on the pale canvas of his skin, you lift your wet lips off his neck, a lioness smug with her prey. 

Your wrist movements get faster, jerking him off like he’s a marionette to your string. Caleb lurches forward, a growl stuck in the back of his throat that melts into a groan when you push him back down on the tarp. 

Taking control, the innocent expression you wear gets him throbbing in your palm, more slick staining your wrist.

You can smell him; earthy, musky and all man.

Resisting the urge to bring your soiled fingers to your mouth for a taste, you settle on pumping his sticky rod through your firm grasp, more come gushing out of him like a leaky faucet. 

“Fuck,” he groans, head thrown back and his long lashes fluttering on his cheekbones. 

You lean in closer to kiss him and play with his cock, and in a matter of minutes, his teeth grit, his hips rolling and swaying in hungry seeking and barely restrained, trying to fuck your wrist back. He’s close—you can tell. But, he was fighting it. The man and beast waged a terrifying war inside of him, and you sensed what he wanted. Knew what he would choose.

“Let go. Let go and give it to me.”

The beast breaks free. 

He yanks you on top of him, crashing his lips to yours. Whimpers fill the sparse spaces where your breaths collide, and you swallow his desperate moan. 

Caleb grinds on you, viscous come seeping into your lower belly, the heat stoking into an inferno. You open your mouth for him, handing over your submission like a gift on a silver platter.

He kisses down your neck, your collarbone, and you don’t get what he’s doing until he has your knees hooked around his shoulders, bearing down on you. 

Caleb scoots his mouth down the slope of your bare body, landing somewhere between your pelvis and hip, biting down hard on the jut of your body. 

“Ah—!”

He grins, nostrils flaring, inhaling you greedily. “Goddamn,” he moans against your skin. “You get me so hot, baby. So. Fucking. Hot.”

He punctuates his every word with a kiss, digging his teeth in your soft skin. Pain overtakes you, and he finds joy in your yelps and twitches, your tits shaking as you tremble under him, helpless and needy. 

“You want this?” 

Caleb pinches your inner thigh, taking out his aggression on your willing body. It’s cute how you cry out and twitch, arching your back and tilting your hips up in a cheap show of desperation.

His mouth descends on your secret heat, diving straight into the muggy heat of your throbbing, puffy cunt. He rears his head back, gathering a globe of spit and letting it drip from his lips and onto your plush, swollen labia. 

You moan at the filthy sight, body clenching on air. Waiting. Waiting for him to finally eat you up. 

“I’m talking to you,” he murmurs, and grabs fistfuls of your tits in his large hands, squeezing them like they’re playdough. He loves how your skin easily bears the marks of his brunt treatment, from the indents of his fingernails to the imprint of his fingers around your soft, plush breasts. 

Almost like you were made to be marked by him.

“I said—do you want this?”

“Yes!”

Caleb grins at your eagerness, and without wasting a single moment, buries his face in your cunt. His tongue jabs through the layers of silky hot folds, your juices sluicing down his chin, hotly lapping everything your body gives him.

He loves how you can’t control your cries, your little feet kicking and hands sinking into his dark hair. The sight of him looking up at you from the line of your body is like a jolt of electricity, pumping more horny hormones into your bloodstream, your clit engorging against his tongue.

“Taste like sin,” he growls. “You drive me crazy.”

Pressing his tongue flat, he works it on your loose cunt, stimulating your sensitive bud and rocking it back and forth, letting you ride the pink muscle. Your hips tremble, grinding on his mouth, and a look of enraptured pleasure grimaces on your face.

Beautiful, he groans. If he died from suffocation while eating you out, he would die a happy man, indeed.

Your thighs all but clap around his ears, muffling any sound except his hungry slurping and sucking. 

He attacks your clit like a man strategizing your ultimate surrender; lashing at it with his tongue to imprint every stroke of his name on your throbbing, little bud. Running his twitching, hungry tongue through your folds, he laps at you like a thirsty dog licking its water bowl dry. 

Nghh! 

Your teary eyes peel on him, thighs twitching. He smirks, sinking his fingers harder  into the doughy, pliant flesh of your soft skin. 

“You turn me on so much.”

He swirls his tongue around your clit, hearing your ecstatic cry bounce around, piercing the last of his self-control into fragments.

“Please!”

Grinning, he eases up on his forearms. “Please, what? Use your words.”

Involuntarily, your thighs try to close and he smacks them—two quick, successive twacks that make you cry out and keep them apart.

“Did I say you could close your legs?”

“No—”

“No. And you did.”

It’s too late to play shy and modest now. He’s got you right where he wants you and the wolf is ready to strike. You whimper and try to shift away from under him, but he slaps your thighs again. He slides his finger against your naked cleft, and when he kisses you again, he tastes your shameful excitement and nervous arousal.

“Trust me,” he croons, pressing his thumb just a little bit harder into the melting crease of your body, watching the tip of it sink inside of you. “Don’t hide from me. I want to see you—all of you.” 

The one thing Caleb loves is how you don’t just give in to him, but your desires to be taken physically burst from you like an overripe fruit, coating his fingers and wrist. 

“Beautiful.” 

He glances up at you, and makes you scoot closer to him, a sturdy hand on your hip. His fingers curl inside of you in a come hither motion, forcing your hips to tick forward, a cheap show of your desire. Your pouty lips part in a cry and he has to resist the urge to smother you with his kisses.

Caleb rests his bigger bulk on top of you, pinning your smaller form onto the tarp. He’s had about enough with teasing you, but a voice in the back of his mind reminds him to take it easy.

It’s no secret that he’s bigger than you are.

Heftier, too.

One wrong move and he might accidentally break you apart.

“Please,” you hiccup. “No more teasing—”

It’s all the permission he needs. In one fluid move, he removes his pruny, slick-soaked fingers from your hungry gash and stuffs them in his mouth, moaning like a canine in heat when your flavor punches his tongue, his eyes rolling back into his head. The sight alone has your womb lurching, your thighs clenching hard together at how pussy drunk he looks right now. 

He pops his fingers from his mouth and breathes, “How’d you want it?”

You shoot him a quizzical look as he looms over you, puppy-like eagerness at war with his intuitive side. 

“Me, silly girl,” he chastises and your cheeks burn hotter.

“Oh, um.” 

Lust circles your eyes, staining it with an irredeemable darkness. The second you two crossed this line together, there’d be no going back. 

“Can I… be on top?” 

You don’t have to ask twice. His breathing stills, just for a second, before erupting into a low, deep growl that vibrates from his chest. His grip on you becomes iron. Claiming. Fused. His hand sinks into your hair, pulling it back just a fraction, gazing deeply into your eyes. 

“Get on me.”

You obey his orders with nothing left to lose, straddling his thighs. Caleb has to fight back a deep, yearning groan at the sight of your naked body spanning over his lap. The sumptuous feel of your skin, silky soft and with a delicate give, dimples under his touch, your hips the perfect handles for his larger hands.

Slowly, ever so slowly—he guides you down on him. 

While sex wasn’t something novel, it wasn’t something entirely familiar, as well.

Those rushed sessions before he had to leave for missions, the strain of your bodies reaching out to each other in peak orgasmic revelry before you had to leave for Linkon again, could never fill the hole of his bottomless desires for you. 

Maybe this shipwreck was a blessing in disguise. The soft glow of the cave’s vegetation blinks, as if agreeing with him. 

Inside this cavernous mouth, the outside world didn’t exist.

It was simply you and him on a remote island where nobody could interrupt this precious moment in time so generously given to him by the fates.

Caleb had already escaped the fog of death, and once you’ve sampled survival, even life’s lemons start to carry a hint of a silver lining.

And you were the sweetest bright spot a cursed man like him could ask in this lifetime.

“Ahh~” 

Your hands press on his chest, mouth falling open as he pushes into the hilt. Hips rocking, breaths tumbling from swollen lips—you’re a vision of pure perfection on top of him.

He takes his time. A kiss on your neck, his hands roaming along your curves, running down the length of your back. 

Caleb memorizes every ridge and dip of your body as if you’re the world’s most exclusive plane model suddenly in his prized possession. Hungry hands run down your body, over your belly and thighs. You remain static on top of him, enjoying this blissful reverie of finally having him all to yourself. 

No Fleet, no Hunters Association, no stupid reports, and definitely no danger that would threaten to rip him away from you.

“You—mm—you okay down there?” 

Your stuttered exhales catch his attention, his eyes latched onto the heavy rise and fall of your chest; how your suckable nipples dimpled and went all pert and pretty under his intense gaze, as if rising to attention and begging for his affection. 

“Yeah,” his tone wavers, pleasure sousing across his face when you shift your hips and dip a little forward to clumsily press a kiss onto his forehead. “Right as rain, princess.” 

His hands slid over your body, luxuriating in the feel of your submission—how it felt to have the body of the woman he loves right in his possession. 

Lust was a terrible thing and made a fool of many men, and as rational and level-headed he was on the battlefield, every single shred of training explodes into flames when you seal your body on top of his, barely leaving space for even a pocketful of air as you grind down on him. 

“Fuck.” 

It's like your bodies are melted together, fused into one. He doesn’t know where he begins and where you end. Honestly? He couldn't be bothered to figure it out.

Your lips are inches from his, and Caleb grips your chin, dragging your pretty mouth onto his, kissing you devoutly—deeply—while his cock continues to dimple your insides, the friction sparking between your melted bodies saturating him in blind, masculine need.

But, he bites down on the urge, focusing on your pleasure first.

Strong hands grip your hips, your flesh crinkling under his touch. A lusty murmur graces his ears, and he has to bite back on a shit-eating grin.

Your hair sticks to your forehead, clammy from the humidity in the cave. He buckles his hips, driving his cock harder into your gummy insides. You feel like hot velvet capturing him in ecstasy, and Caleb lets his inhibitions flow freely. 

Head tossed back, a dark growl is prised from his chest. 

“That’s it. Give me everything.”

He cups your face, precious like a bowl of elixir, and tips your lips onto his, drinking the moans from your puffy mouth.

There’s something electric about having a woman on top. The sight of her undulating body trapped in a sensuous dance of give and take. It enthralls him.

Caleb can’t keep his eyes off you.

How your breasts wobble with every slam of his hips, the sight of your incisors dimpling the plush flesh of your lower lip, flashing in the low light. 

He tightens his hands on your hips, feeling your softness. Your warmth. He slides his palms up your torso, cupping your swinging, naked breasts, indulging in this moment that belongs to only the two of you.

Though the tiny pebbles under the tarp dig into his back, and a faint stench of decaying moss reaches his nose, Caleb thinks this moment is perfect. The hard ground, this unorthodox location for sex—just makes the thrill even more real. 

How long had he been waiting for this moment? 

Burdens of real life and society shadowed this relationship, weighing it down like a ball and chain. The heaviness of judgemental eyes, words whispered behind closed palms. The world would tell him it was wrong for him to feel this way for someone who he grew up with—who once saw him as family. How twisted and lonely he felt, a monster in his own skin; how under you, he can finally set those fears free.

You are everything he could ever want. And, he needs to hear you say it, too.

“Tell me,” Caleb gasps, rocking harder into your supple body. “Tell me who makes you feel this good?” 

Parched for your praise, Caleb laps up your tiny whimpers, the faint scrunch of your brow. He runs his hand down your smooth back, mapping your soft skin. You arch into his touch like a cat. 

“Come on, tell me. Tell me who makes you feel this good.”

Your clit blooms into a budding shade of blush, begging for his touch. He obliges, bringing his thumb to the sensitive dome, your nub licking at his fingers like a tiny tongue.

“You!” 

Your cries rattle the cave walls. “You do—fuck!”

Shit, he groans, tipping his head back when your body squeezes down on him. “Yeah? It’s me, isn’t it? But, you love it. You’ve always loved it. Loved following me around, shadowing my footsteps, looking up to me.” In one smooth motion, he flips you over, your back smacking onto the rocky ground with a dull thump, his cock still pistoning furiously inside of you. 

“Because you’ve always longed for my love, didn’t you?” Caleb snarls. In the semi-darkness, his chromatic eyes seem to glow. “Longed to claim me—to call me yours. Didn’t you? You want my love. My heart. My fucking soul. Well, you have it. It’s all yours. Yours. You never have to share me with anyone ever again.” 

Something takes over him. A beast tearing through his skin and bones, itching to sink its claws and teeth into your vulnerable flesh, forcing you to bear his mark. This dark thrill swirls through him, heavy as a storm. A dense hand blankets both your bodies, sparks of orange and blue vibrating the particles of his body, making the rocks and debris float from the ground. 

But, he doesn’t notice any of it. Solely focused on you. 

“Caleb!” your thighs lock around his waist, begging him to go deeper. 

It’s savage. Rude. The violent smacks of your flesh meeting his own, skin sticking onto skin, sweat bulleting down your face and more smearing a path down his debris-covered chest. Your fingernails leave their trail, raw angry red lines blooming over his freckled back. 

His necklace clinks noisily with every thrust, apple charm dangling across your face, smacking your chin.

You bite down on the silver tag, metallic tang mixed with the sweat and heat of his body bursting onto your tongue, almost painful for your teeth. 

Gravity disengages, and the world leaves your back, floating, floating—

You don’t notice, too lost in the heat of the moment. 

His strong hands support your head, his Evol keeping your thighs pinned to his waist like a trapped dragonfly’s wings, trembling from the onslaught of his devastating thrusts. 

Caleb drinks in your every fucked out expression. How your tongue lolls past your lips, the heavy pants ripping their way through your heaving chest. His necklace clenched between your teeth. 

“Fuck,” he spits out. “You’re so good—”

He can’t control his need any longer. Your cunt swallows him whole, sucking his stiff pole and spitting it back out like a well-oiled ring of silky steel. The loss of gravity has your head dangling in midair, the perfect position for his mouth to attack the succulent skin where your jaw merges with your neck. He sucks and sucks, lapping at your flesh, staking his claim.

“Caleb!” You scream for him, and he can see your face—how your eyes fly open in shock when you realize you’re levitating, being fucked by him inches off the ground. You scream, close to breaking, the dam of your devotion held back by your fear. “Gege—”

At the sound of his honorific flinging past your defenses, he breaks.

Grabs fistfuls of your ass to drivel his hips deeper, pounding into you with a ferocity that would’ve broken a bed or two if he had you on anywhere else that wasn’t the thin air. “Fuck, fuck,” he chants, gritting his teeth, eyes flashing with a dark dominance you’ve never seen him wear.

All the smoke has dissipated, the mirrors broken. 

This was Caleb, your lover, your family, your soul in his purest form.

The sun turned carnivorous, sucking the galaxy dry of light only for it to concentrate in his eyes. He’s ferocious, snarling, gnashing his teeth.

A vein appears on his forehead, close to bursting, and you plough him down with your violent kisses. Teeth clash, nails gash, skin drowns in skin and you’re nothing but two writhing snakes locked in a deathly mating dance a few feet in the air.

Thrust.

Moan. 

Kiss. 

Repeat.

Your syrupy walls tremble around him, signalling your imminent climax. Smaller hands scramble to sink into his back and shoulders.

You can’t breathe. Everything is too hot; too intense all at once.

Caleb consumes you, your body and soul his manna to sustain his lust. His cock is aching, sore and raw, rutting inside of you like a deranged mutt. 

You swear you see the animal take over him, those kind eyes morphing into something wicked—something twisted. The wet slaps of his balls sloshing against your ass, prick drawing more slushy juices dripping onto the tarp a few feet below you mixes with the absolute cornucopia of fuck noises escaping both your mouths.

Caleb’s ears are bright red, lips flushed and shiny, eyes half-lidded.

The constant sounds and moans and groans are almost meditative in a sense. Karma sutra in midair. His face falls into your shoulder, and he grunts, long and drawn out—

“Come for me!” Come for me, and call me yours. 

His release draws from the depth of his balls, shooting inside of you like a geyser, a hot torrent of neverending come. Caleb scrambles to grip your hips, handles to bear the brunt of the uncontrollable jabs of his pole sinking deep inside of you. You were coming and writhing, breathless pleasure scribbled all over your face; back arching, sucking his seed in deeper.

The heat coming from your body makes him dizzy. Sweat bulleting from his forehead and falling onto your skin, sizzling like raindrops meeting molten steel.

Both of you fall back onto the cave floor, a heap of tangled limbs and stuttered breaths. Caleb rolls over, using the last of his energy to drag you onto his chest. He’s jelly, orgasm leaving him weaker than a newborn pup, eyes closed and breaths jagged. A small, hedonistic smile curves on your lips as you snuggle closer to him, as if you have a secret agreement with his body that he wasn’t privy to. His eyes flutter open and catch on the slope of your features.

You’re breathtakingly beautiful, down to whorl of your arms splayed over him, your eyes closed, heavy with peace.

“I didn’t hurt you, didn’t I?” 

His question pierces the quiet and your eyes flutter open, pinning him with a lazy smirk. Your nail spirals a random pattern on his slick chest and you hum.

“Nope.”

“Good.” 

You barely have time to catch your breath when he has you on your back again, legs crimped, wrists pinned down onto the sticky tarp. He grins, wolf-like and disarming.

“Because I still have more where that came from, princess.”

The rolling of waves crashing onto the shore hardly is enough to mask the languid, loud moans coming from a woman bent on her hands and knees, taking her lover from the back.

The massive hull of his chest curves her back, protective and smothering, hiding her from the rising sun while keeping her pinned under his sizable bulk. Droplets of ecstasy stain the soiled tarp, but neither of them care, their juices muddling in joint viscosity to drip down her thighs in thick, clear strings. 

Ahh! Your moans are non-stop, and Caleb is unable to hold himself back.

Once you’ve given him permission to take you however you wanted, he was a goner.

Pink-orange streaks fire through the sky, the world blinking awake after a destructive storm. But, amidst all the rubble and the debris, two bodies find solace, moving and rutting against each other.

His lips seek the hollow of your throat, teeth biting down in the already decorated flesh like you were the juiciest apple made for bruising. His hips rock, sloshing more of your love juices onto the smeared tarp, and your eyes roll heavenwards.

Caleb’s not one for being a believer, but with you on your hands and knees and his dick sluicing through your hot, drenched trap, he’s as close to the cornucopia of heaven as a sinner like him is allowed. 

“Caleb, Caleb.” 

Your muffled mewls get to him. Make his chest squeeze. He can’t keep his eyes off of you. The world is barely awake, but he’s been at this for hours—every second counts when his life’s wick is nearing the smoldering end. If having you like this makes him a greedy bastard, he would gladly succumb to this vice.

Your coquettish rolling of hips, swollen lower lip caught between your teeth makes his head spin. You’re so good for him, your soft moans and hums a tender, pleasurable chant as he takes you over and over again.

When he finally erupts inside of you for the nth time that night, he catches you in his arms, his tiny dragonfly. Except, you willingly let yourself be pinned under him; wet wings safely coddled in his embrace. He nuzzles your temple, kissing your cheeks like your precious treasure feeding off his unending worship.

There’s nothing to say because this moment is all fire—all yours and his. 

He holds you as the sun touches the horizon, spilling over the sea like a runny yolk. The golden light rises in his eyes, turning them molten chromatic, and you realize he’s not staring at the scenery, but at you.

When your gaze touches on his, you can’t help the tightening in your chest.

The adoration and desire overflows, an unspoken tender affection passing between your gazes.

Maybe having Caleb lock you down for life wasn’t such a bad idea, and maybe, just maybe—some traps are homes in disguise.

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[mageofmadness]

3.4k, tags: nsfw, caleb x reader, squirting, rough sex, edging, kinda mean caleb, mild gege kink, overstimulation, drunken sex, mentions of somno, crying

"fuck." caleb’s chest heaves as he stares, eyes black and blown wide. voice rough. "you think you need it? baby, you're about to find out exactly how mean i can be."

you search his eyes and can tell he means it. caleb grabs your wrist, pulls your hand away from his cock, and walks you backward. instead of pushing you down, he sits on the edge of the bed himself, and moves you to stand between his thighs.

"here's how this is going to work,” he says, voice commanding even though you’re warming from the want written in his eyes. “i'm going to touch you. play with you. make you feel so fucking good, but you don't get to come until i say so." his hands slide up the backs of your thighs, over your ass as he squeezes. "you come without permission…i stop and you don't get to come at all tonight." he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your underwear. "and when you beg, because you will beg, it better be the prettiest, most desperate begging i’ve ever heard. because every time it's not good enough, i’m starting over. from the beginning.”

you cant help but nod. caleb's eyes flash with dark satisfaction at your obedience. a slow, dangerous smirk spreads across his face as he slides your underwear down and tosses them aside.

"good girl." his hands grip your hips and he guides you onto the bed, positioning you on your back against the pillows. "keep being good for me and maybe i'll let you come eventually."

he stands, pulling his hoodie over his head. his joggers follow, leaving him in his briefs that do nothing to hide how hard he already is. he leans in and steals a kiss.

"spread your legs," he commands softly, climbing onto the bed between your thighs. "wider. i want to see all of you."

once you comply, he settles on his stomach, his face level with your cunt. his breath ghosts over the sensitive flesh, but he doesn't touch. you can’t help but squirm, still somehow a bit shy at being so exposed even though it’s just caleb. your caleb.

"already so wet." his voice is low and teasing. "from the wine? or from knowing what i'm about to do to you?"

his tongue drags through your cunt in one long, slow lick. you gasp and arch against the bed. then he stops, clearly expecting a response to his question if the expectant look he gives you is anything to go by. bordering on impatient, you swallow.

"f-from knowing what you're about to do...and the wine." 

caleb steals said wine bottle and takes a long sip. holding it as he stares at your cunt, thumbing at your pretty hole.

you mumble, "w-was drinking it and watching a show and...and was just thinking about you."

caleb's eyes darken further at your confession, his grip tightens on the wine bottle as he takes another slow sip, making you watch as his throat works. he sets the bottle aside on the nightstand, thumb still tracing torturously light patterns around your entrance.

"thinking about me?" he repeats, his voice rough. "look at you…your pussy’s dripping, baby, all over our sheets."

his mouth returns, tongue licking you over with precise movements. it's just enough to make pleasure spark before he switches to long, slow licks that barely register. then he stops completely, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh.

"tell me more." caleb grips your thighs to keep them spread. "what else were you thinking about?" he bites down on your hip, sucking a mark there. "and don't lie to me."

he circles your entrance again, pressing in just barely before retreating, over and over, never giving you enough. "were you thinking about me edging you? making you cry? were you already touching yourself…is that why you're so wet, baby?

"caleb..."

suddenly his hand comes down against your inner thigh in a sharp slap. not hard enough to truly hurt, but enough to make you gasp and focus.

"that's not an answer." his voice drops into something darker. "i asked you a question, baby. what. were. you. thinking. about."

he punctuates each word with a featherlight touch to your clit, just enough to tease. the wine has made him bolder. meaner. it’s what you had asked for, but you think…well, you think you might have bit off more than you can chew.

you manage to choke out, "a-alot of things...i don't—"

"a lot of things isn't good enough."

"drink. and then tell me specifically what made your pussy this fucking wet."

caleb finds the wine bottle and takes another sip before offering it to you.

"was it my cock? my tongue? my fingers? were you remembering how i fucked you against that window the other day?" his voice gets rougher with each question, as he nods towards the window to your left. "or were you thinking about something else? things you want me to do to you now?" caleb leans down, his breath hot against your cunt. "tell me, baby, or i'll keep you right here all night. what does my good girl want that she's being too shy to ask for?"

he watches your face carefully, his thumb on your cunt matching the pulse under his other hand when he moves it to rest against your throat.

"because whatever it is.” his voice drops impossibly lower. "i'll give it to you, but only if you're honest with me. i can only give it to you if you tell me what you want."

caleb's thumb finally slides inside you, just barely, curling against your front wall before pulling out. your pussy wets his thumb as you clench. you nod, trying to think of what had started all of this. what the goal had even been a few hours ago. 

"want you to…make me cry. edge me, like-like you said and play with me until i'm crying. w-was thinking about—hah—waking up with your cock in me and going to sleep with it in me too. just miss you so much.”

caleb's entire body goes rigid at your confession. a broken, desperate groan tears from his throat as his cock twitches in his boxers.

"fucking christ, baby. you want to wake up with my cock already inside you? want to fall asleep stuffed full of me?"

"need you now, though," you plead.

caleb’s fingers tighten slightly around your throat, his thumb pushing deeper inside your cunt. it’s still not enough, but more than before.

he seems to ignore your plea, though.

"that's...fuck, that's so hot." he hisses, taking another drink of wine. his movements are getting looser. a bit more desperate. "want me to fuck you to sleep? keep my cock warm inside you all night? wake you up by fucking into you until you're needy?" his other hand slides under your tank top, palming your breast roughly. "but you're so greedy, so you also want me to make you cry first. want me to edge you ‘til you’ve got tears running down this pretty face." he brushes a finger over your cheek.

he leans down, his lips against yours. you beg for a kiss and nod, eager for anything he wants to give you as long as you get to have him.

"i'm going to ruin you, baby. fucking ruin you. and then i'm going to hold you while we sleep with my cock buried so deep you cry again when i pull out in the morning."

his thumb pulls out of you, and you whimper at the loss. caleb slides off the bed, standing as he strips off his boxers, cock hard and flushed.

"on your stomach." he commands, and his voice leaves no room for argument. "ass up, face down. want you spread out for me."

he takes another long drink from the bottle before setting it aside, hands running up the backs of your thighs possessively.

"you look so fucking good like this." he murmurs, palms spreading you open so he can see your holes. "so desperate already and i've hardly touched you."

his to hue fucks into you from behind, but when your breathing picks up, when you start to feel something start to build, he stops.

"you want my cock?" caleb positions himself behind you, the head of his length pressed against your entrance, teasing just the tip. “want me to fill you up?" he pulls out. "too bad. you haven't earned it yet. and remember, baby." he shakes his head. "no coming without permission, and if you beg before i break you properly, it’s not gonna be good enough."

"i-i'll earn it, please...just a bit more."

he lets out a breathless laugh that sends a shiver down your spine. "what did i just say about begging? baby, it hasn't even been twenty minutes and that's nowhere near pretty enough. not desperate enough."

he pulls his fingers out again, leaving you empty and aching. his hands grip your hips, flipping you onto your back so he can see your face, your flushed cheeks, and the way your chest heaves with frustration but want.

"a bit more?" he repeats mockingly, settling between your thighs. "you think you can just ask nicely and i'll give you whatever you want? that's not how this works."

his hand push your tank top up to expose your breasts. his mouth closes around a nipple, sucking hard before biting down just enough to make you gasp.

"you don't get more right now. you’re gonna get exactly what i give you, when i give it to you." three fingers pushing inside you roughly, finally giving you something substantial, but the angle is all wrong, purposefully missing the spot you need. "now be good and take it.

you lay there and take his teasing as he works you up. your breathing growing faster, pussy the slick, slippery mess he's made it. your thighs are wet and spanked pink, too, after an hour passes. maybe more, or maybe less. time becomes meaningless as caleb edges you over and over. the wine bottle is nearly empty now, both of you drunk and sweaty and desperate in different ways. your thighs are trembling, your cunt swollen and sensitive from constant attention without an ounce of release.

finally, he pulls back.

"look at you." caleb slurs slightly, his inhibitions completely gone. his fingers lazily circle your clit. "so fucking wet. making such a mess."

he leans down again, but the second he feels you getting close, he stops, sitting back on his heels to watch you whimper and squirm.

"please—" you gasp, for the millionth time, and he laughs. it’s dark and cruel and so unlike his usual self.

"still not good enough. i want tears, baby."

his fingers slide back inside you, four now, and he finally, finally hits that spot. you find yourself right on the edge...and then he stops. caleb pulls out and pins your hips down when you try to grind against nothing.

"not. yet."

but you can see it’s all affecting him, too. when you meet his eyes through your bleary ones, his jaw clenches. his breathing is ragged, voice rough. caleb watches you hiccup and nod, helpless to what he wants and a mess beneath him.

"you need me to talk you through it? is that what you need? need me to tell you how swollen and red you are? how i can see you clenching around nothing, desperate for my cock? it’s such a pretty sight, baby."

his fingers return, making a mess in the obscene amount of wetness before he pushes them in, pumping slowly. "this pussy was made for me, you know that?"

his other hand wraps around his cock, stroking himself slowly as he watches his fingers disappear. "you're going to come so fucking hard when i finally let you." he promises, his voice filthy. "going to squirt all over my cock. going to soak these sheets. ruin them. don’t worry, though. we’ll toss them. buy new ones. "

you whimper, nearing a wail at this point. "ngh—i-i please—hah—"

"please what? use your words, baby. tell me what you need.” his hand moves up your body, gripping your jaw and forcing you to look at him. his eyes are wild. "you need to beg properly." his thumb brushes over your bottom lip. "want to hear you say, mmm… 'please caleb, please let me come on your cock. please fuck me. please make me yours.''

two fingers push inside you while his palm grinds against your swollen clit.

"say it." he commands. "beg like you mean it."

his fingers curl perfectly, his palm providing a pressure that doesn’t border on too much, it is too much, and this time he doesn't stop. caleb keeps going, watching your face as tears start to spill over.

"that's it." he groans. "fuck, that's so pretty, baby. cry for me. let me see those tears."

you beg, words slurred as you try to remember exactly what he wanted you to say or how to form words in the first place. "p-please 'leb, let me come. fuck me. please, i—"

"close, baby. so close." he murmurs, his fingers stilling inside you just as you're about to come. "but you forgot something. you didn't say make me yours."

"b-but i’m already yours."

caleb smiles. it’s a sudden contrast to how severe he’d been looking. he gives you a kiss. "indulge me baby." but then he’s mean. his eyes darken again. caleb pulls his fingers out slowly. torturously. more tears slide down your cheeks as he denies you endlessly. "and you called me 'leb. i told you, baby, when you're begging to come, you use my full name. say caleb. let me hear it."

“caleb,” you gasp.

"try again." he leans down and licks a tear from your cheek. "beg me properly. say please caleb, please let me come on your cock, please fuck me, please make me yours. say it exactly like that, and i'll finally give you what you need." fingers tease your entrance. "come on, baby. give me the prettiest begging i've ever heard. make me believe it."

you sob, pussy aching with your brain mushed up. it feels chewed up and spit out. still, you try to beg the way he’s asked. "c-c'leb i...i—ngh—p-please, gege. let me come on your cock, please. oh, fuck—fuck me. make m-me yours."

his hand tightens around your throat, holding you firmly in place. his cock is right there, pressing against your entrance, but he doesn't give in.

"wrong." he says, his voice dark. "i told you, when you're begging to come, you say caleb. nothing else, only my name. don’t tell me you're so fucked out that you've forgot whose fucking you? that won’t do." he laughs cruelly. “i have’t even actually fucked you, baby.”

he pulls back, and flips you onto your stomach again. his hand comes down on your ass in a sharp spank that makes you cry out.

"you're so close to getting what you want and you can't even follow some simple instructions? maybe you don't want it badly enough. maybe i should edge you for another hour or two until you learn how to listen."

fingers slide inside you, three of them, pumping hard and fast, hitting that spot perfectly while his other hand reaches around to work your clit.

"try. again." he demands against your ear. "say my full name. beg properly. or i swear to god, baby, i will keep you right here on this edge until the sun comes up."

he works you right back to that precipice, your tears soaking the pillows under you.

"come on, baby. you can do it. just say it right one more time."

"n-no—ngh—oh, g-gonna come…you—" you arch, trying to get away. fearful of coming before he allows because you can hardly cath your breath. it’s too much. "caleb! i-i—caleb. caleb, 'm sorry—ngh—ah!"

his fingers pull out just in time to deny. you're so close to the edge it physically hurts, your cunt clenching around nothing as tears stream down your face. your nose is stuffy and cheeks wet.

"oh, that's a good girl." he breathes, his voice shaking. "you stopped yourself. see? you can listen." his hands tremble as he grips your thighs, spreading them wider. "one more time, please baby." he says, tapping the tip of his cock against your cunt. your hips jump as you whimper. "want to fuck you so bad, you're killing me here. i'll give you everything. i'll fuck you so good, baby. i’ll make you come until you can't take it anymore." his thumb finds your clit. "please, caleb." he coaches. "say it with me: please, caleb, let me come on your cock." he pushes in an inch. "say it, baby." his hips flex, sinking even deeper but holding back still.

you’re beyond delirious with pleasure, unable to focus on anything other than the tip of his cock stretching you out. you whimper, more to yourself than anything, "c-caleb." you inhale sharply, correcting yourself. "caleb…wanna…lemme c-come on your cock."

something in him snaps at your delirious attempt. he's drunk and desperate and he's pushed you past the point of coherence.

"fuck it." his control finally breaks. "that's good enough. you're so fucking gone for me, baby. so good for me. so perfect."

he slams into you in one brutal thrust, bottoming out. the sound that tears from both your throats is desperate. fingers dig into your hips as he sets a punishing pace with hard, mean thrusts that have you seeing stars. 

"come." he commands. "come right now, baby. come on my cock. you earned it. fuck, you were so good. so good for me."

his thumb finds your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles that send you hurtling over the edge you've been denied for hours. his other hand wraps around your throat, holding you as he fucks you.

"that's it." he groans, feeling you clench around him. "fuck, that's it. come for me. soak my cock. show me how good you feel, baby." his movements turning messier and more desperate. "g-gonna come so deep. then i’m gonna keeping my cock inside you all night like you wanted. that's what you wanted right, baby?"

you sob as he fucks you through your orgasm, holding you down as your greedy cunt accepts every thrust. you try to nod, but can only feel how deep he is, how close he is, and how big he is. his entire body locks up as he feels you squirt around his cock, soaking his thighs and the sheets. your cunt clenches so tight it almost hurts. the sight of you shaking and falling apart on his cock after hours of edging, destroys him.

"fuck, fuck, fuck—" he chants, his rhythm faltering as his own orgasm slams into him. "sweetheart. baby, oh my god-"

he buries himself as deep as he can, grinding into you as he comes. caleb fills you with hot spurts of come, and his hand tightens on your throat as he rides it out, hips jerking and twitching with the aftershocks.

"so perfect." he gasps, his voice broken and wine-drunk. "so fucking perfect. you did so good, baby. so…s-so good for me." his hips flex involuntarily, pushing deeper, making both of you gasp. the combination of his come and yours is making everything slick and perfect. "you feel so good." he moans against your neck, his hands sliding up to your breasts when things start to slow down. "so warm and tight around me. so full of me…and you wanted to sleep with my cock inside you." his lips brushing your shoulder, but you can feel him grin. "so that's what we're gonna do.”

[xxx let me know if u want a part 2 with the somno xxx ty for reading!]

[imblee]

[alyceres]

— colonel!caleb x medic!reader: headcanon edition

a/n: i really love the forbidden love-esque/forbidden under professional ranks trope. let me know if you guys want a part two or even a full fic..... (i know i said i'd stop with the chunky headers but since this is a headcanon post i figured why not. also i love making moodboards hhhhh) —> sparkle gif by cursed-carmine!

wc: 2.2k (not proofread) — 🎧 so high - doja cat

tags: colonel!caleb x medic!reader, workaholic caleb, avoidant caleb (?), mutual pining, fluff, mature themes (implied sexual tension, drinking), content regarding real military setup and in-game lore may be inaccurate but fuck it we ball

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⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ — colonel!caleb, the man everyone on base fears, has a soft spot for one person, and one person only. he swears up and down that he doesn't, but everyone in the farspace fleet has witnessed the way he makes goo-goo eyes at the pretty nurse who works just down the hallway. you.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ — colonel!caleb has had eyes on you since you first began working in the farspace fleet. making it into the fleet was already a huge accomplishment by itself, but the fact that you were already highly accomplished was what caught his eye. you had previously worked as a combat medic in the military, both on and off-field. it wasn't until you were "honorably discharged" (a nicer way of saying you weren't needed anymore) that you were out of a job and realized you missed the thrill of working in dangerous situations.

your record was clean -- you simply completed your term at the highest level of perfection anyone had to offer. so when you asked your (former) superior for another position, he hesitated. how could a fragile thing like you actually enjoy this profession?

he says he'll see what he can do and suggests you to an allied branch of the military. needless to say, your application to join the farspace fleet was accepted and effective immediately.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ — colonel!caleb's first encounter with you is brief. a few recruits of his are injured during a recon mission in the deepspace tunnel, which leaves him to drag them back to base like a mother hen.

"three of my men were exposed to radiation during our recon mission in the deepspace tunnel," he informs you, his tone flat and professional as always. caleb has his arms crossed over his broad chest, watching you work with meticulous precision. "i apologize for the inconvenience -- we turned back as soon as we realized the protocore radiation was high."

your brows furrow slightly as you examine the men on the cots in front of you, all weakened and slightly pale. before turning to acknowledge caleb, you order one of your colleagues to prepare blood tests.

"they may need to go under radiation therapy," you reply. "we'll need to run some blood tests to see how severe the exposure was, but from the looks of it, it's good that you turned back as early as you did."

the polite smile you give him has caleb's heart doing something odd. he nods and lets you get back to work, but lingers a moment longer to watch the way you handle everything with such grace and care. you work like you actually enjoy your job, which is rare in the fleet. most days, not even he enjoys his job.

but he doesn't think much of it. not yet, at least.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ — colonel!caleb soon realizes that your enthusiasm is annoyingly contagious. even the most stubborn men can walk into the medical bay and come out significantly calmer after.

you're happy. too happy. and oddly enough, caleb hates it. hates the way you bring light to this otherwise dark environment. it reminds him that there's more to life outside of work, but he's buried himself in too deep. and he's terrified that if he digs himself out, he won't know what to do.

for a few weeks, he begins to avoid you like the plague. he's afraid of the way his heart beats faster when he looks in your direction, afraid of the way everyone in the fleet talks about you with enough praise that makes him feel like he's missing out. he can't afford distractions. not now, not ever.

he's a wreck. he's talked to you once and has already started to develop a small crush on you. which is exactly why he doesn't plan to talk to you.

that is, until, he's the one getting injured.

it was an accident. an engine malfunction. he's not entirely sure what happened, because he's cruising at a stable pace up until the engines start sputtering. in the blink of an eye, his whole plane is burning up, which forces him to make an emergency landing in the ocean.

caleb is fine for the most part. but as he sits in the ruined cockpit of his jet waiting for backup, he sighs internally. the blood dripping down his forehead is begging for attention from a certain someone.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ — colonel!caleb is rushed to the medical bay as soon as he's back on base. his heart beats erratically, both from the adrenaline and from staring at the worried look on your face as you wheel him to an isolated part of the wing.

the rest passes in a blur, his eyes never leaving your form as you rush to take care of one of the farspace fleet's most valued personnel. you soon return to his side with a tray and a bunch of tools he can barely make out.

gosh. even the way you talk to him is so dreamy.

"sir-- please refrain from sitting up. you've lost a lot of blood."

"tell me if it hurts, okay? i need to disinfect your wound before i wrap it up."

"no, your reports can wait. you need to recover first."

with little restraint after that, you begin to work your magic on the colonel. there isn't one inch of his body that isn't hurting, and yet all he can focus on is the way you touch him. your fingers lightly tap against the pulse point on the inside of his elbow before hooking him up to an iv, then moving to gently press a pad of gauze against his bleeding forehead.

caleb finds himself leaning into your touch without realizing. he silently wishes you could touch him without the damn gloves on.

by the time he's properly patched up (and has enough fluids in his body to think clearly again), the adrenaline has worn off. his whole body aches, even after taking a bunch of painkillers. but he acknowledges he's been through worse pain before and decides to suck it up, not wanting to bother you any longer.

you advise him to take it easy the next few days, and that he would most likely need to stay overnight for further observation. as you begin to lock up for the night, caleb suddenly finds the courage to speak up, his voice slightly hoarse from hours of unuse.

"thank you. for taking care of me."

you turn around, taken aback by his show of gratefulness. this man, who had done everything to avoid you since the day you stepped onto base, was thanking you for doing your job.

suddenly, you smile.

"it's my job to take care of you. no need to thank me."

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ — colonel!caleb stops trying to avoid you from that day on. in fact, he does the exact opposite. he stops trying to push your light away, and instead encourages it.

stopping by the medical bay for a "quick chat" has become part of his routine. some days, he'd stop by and bring you lunch, never asking if you've already eaten because he already knows the answer will be "no".

any second of free time you got was spent with each other. in the early mornings to the lunch breaks to the mere hours before curfew, you could always be seen by his side, and vice versa.

everyone's noticed. of course everyone has noticed. their stone-cold colonel doesn't laugh and "accidentally" brushes shoulders with just anyone. but nobody dares to say anything. they all know they'll get their head blown off if they do.

caleb finds himself relaxing around you in a way that he hasn't been in a long time. it's oddly refreshing, much like the way looking at you is like a breath of fresh air after a long day.

on late nights, you two drink whiskey in his office. on days you don't feel like drinking, it's apple cider instead. however, after a long day of dealing with an influx of patients, you decide that tonight it's going to be whiskey.

you sigh as you lean back into the cushions of the couch (because of course he has a couch in his office), your wrist swirling the cup that caleb usually reserves for polite drinks with other officials. you're not quite tipsy, but not quite sober, either. your cheeks are dusted a faint rose pink, a color barely noticeable under the bleak moonlight.

but caleb sees it all. he's learned enough about you to know that you have enough alcohol in your system to just relax and nothing else. he likes this side of you, and he likes knowing that he's the only person in the fleet to see you like this.

"you know," you murmur, pausing to down the rest of your beverage. he watches as your adam's apple bobs with the movement, and tries to ignore the way his whole body floods with heat. "i used to think you hated me."

his brows furrow slightly.

"yeah?" he questions, elbows resting on his desk as he sets his drink down, leaning forward on the surface. "why's that?"

you simply shrug, leaning forward to grab the bottle of whiskey from the coffee table to give yourself a refill.

"dunno. you just... were always avoiding me. i thought i did something wrong."

caleb pauses for a moment. he's not sure what he feels: guilt? shame? embarrassment? all of the above?

you're right. he had been avoiding you. but he also had his reasons. with a slightly amused smile, he decides to fess up and tell you the truth. the alcohol had made him a bit more bolder than he usually is.

"wanna know why i was always avoiding you?" he quips, waiting for your response. when you stay silent, waiting for an answer, he continues.

"you're just so... likable. i was afraid that if i started to like you, i wouldn't be able to think straight. maybe i would've driven myself crazy over you, or something."

he chuckles softly, looking down at his hardwood desk before looking back up at you. your eyes are tinted with something softer after hearing his confession, and his heart skips a beat.

without thinking, caleb glances at your plump lips. and for the first time since he's met you, he wonders what it would feel like to kiss you. to taste you.

the moment passes by as quickly as it came. he tears his gaze away from your lips before meeting your gaze again, adding:

"but now you're all i can think about."

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ — colonel!caleb walks you back to your quarters on the same night. the air between you two is charged with something neither of you can quite put your finger on, but it's not uncomfortable at all.

the barracks are quiet around this time. it's peaceful compared to the chaos that usually ensues in the morning, but your side of the living quarters are relatively calmer. you think know that you wouldn't mind living on base full time. it would give you an excuse to see caleb every day.

now, he's just caleb. not "colonel caleb", or "superior", just "caleb". your caleb.

your walking slows as you two approach a small, grey building to the far west of the residential areas. it's a bleak, two-story building, meant to hold up to six to eight residents. this was where the medical staff lived.

"well, this is me," you turn to face caleb, absentmindedly swaying on your feet. a force of habit you developed when you became awkward or nervous. he notices, but doesn't comment. "thanks for the drink."

he nods in response, hands in the pockets of his slacks.

"yeah, of course. any time."

neither of you make a move to leave, standing in front of each other under the flickering lamplight. you can smell him from here -- the expensive cologne he uses, the whiskey on his breath... it's intoxicating.

oddly enough, it's caleb who breaks the silence. he gives you a soft, teasing smile, one you've dubbed a "caleb special".

"alright, then. goodnight, doc."

you crack a smile yourself, and you look up to observe his soft expression. the smile on his face is new. rare, even, and it makes your heart flutter in your chest. he only smiles like that with you.

his violet eyes twinkle under the moonlight, which also serves to make his sharp features seem soft. you swallow the lump in your throat.

then, with a surge of confidence-- alcohol, or maybe both-- you lean closer and press your lips to his. caleb stiffens, but doesn't pull away, instead wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

you can taste the leftover alcohol on his lips, mingled with those tinned candies he always keeps at his desk. when you begin to pull away, he pulls you back, and the sensation is intoxicating.

finally, he relents, allowing you to pull away. the way he looks at you is softer now, and it makes warmth bloom in your chest. unable to help yourself, you lean in for one last quick kiss. this time, it's chaste and straight to the point.

"goodnight, colonel."

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"You need to pay more attention to what you buy," Caleb's smile doesn't quite reach his eyes anymore. He holds your hand gently, his touch warmer than your skin. His thumb rubs against the ring, it takes Caleb a second to look at you again. "This looks like an engagement ring. People might get the wrong idea." "I'm getting married," you finally manage to say it out loud. The world seems quieter now. "His family's here to meet you." Caleb hesitates, his smile doesn't falter. "No. No, no, they're not."

You decide to married. Caleb has something to say about it.

❛ ⟡. o 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: pseudocest, afab!reader, mutual pining, cheating (on a third part), use of meimei/gege, explicit sexual content ft. oral (f!receiving), fingering, spanking (very light), mating press, unprotected sex, coming untouched, dirty talk, multiple orgasms. (word count: 7K. bare with me.)

You don't remember ever being this anxious.

Maybe later you will, you know you've been anxious before. Sometimes you had a reason to be afraid, sometimes your brain was just messing with you. There were many times you shivered, cold sweat running down your back and ruining your clothes. But it never went on for so long.

You undressed because of the sweat, fearing this white fabric might stain. After you started ironing it on your bed that you remembered about the guests downstairs. You were quick to lock the bedroom door, breathless after just a couple steps.

Usually, you wouldn't wear something like this. There's nothing wrong with the dress, you just wouldn't buy something so… coy. Formal, almost. Expensive-looking fabric with a modest neckline, the hem ends halfway up your ankles. Now you know ice white is a real color. It's a good dress. A good bride costume.

Maybe when you finally tell Caleb this feeling deep inside you will disappear. Your meimei is getting married, you practiced once more inside your head. Aren't you happy, Caleb?

You put on the dress again, fixed the tight necklace, and unlocked the door. Downstairs, you smiled at those that soon will be part of your family. His mother told you to call her mom. You felt weird, you don't think you ever called someone that. Besides a teacher at middle school, but it was an accident.

His parents gossiped about a neighbor you met once or twice. You relaxed when they simply continued their conversation. You couldn't deal with being center of attention any longer.

Arms locked around you, stopping you from searching for your phone. "Did you iron your dress again?"

"He's late," you whispered. "I was supposed to pick him up at the station twenty minutes ago."

"He's fine," your fiancee placed a soft kiss on your shoulder. "Doesn't Caleb usually walk from the station when he comes visit you? He knows the way."

"But it's different," you hissed. Sparing a glance to your in-laws, you saw how little attention they paid to you. You turned around to face him. "I want to be alone when I tell him."

You plan on driving slowly on the way back home. You know him. Caleb will need the time to let it sink in.

It was a dumb idea to hide being in a relationship for months. Caleb felt betrayed when you finally told him. And then you were… stupid. It shouldn't have taken you so long to realize complaining to him about your relationship wasn't the best choice. That's to say, Caleb doesn't think highly of your boyfriend.

Fiancee, you corrected yourself.

It's his fault, too. Caleb is strict. Always has been. Maybe you wouldn't have been afraid of his reaction if he hadn't spent your teenage years scaring all the boys that glanced your way. Maybe you wouldn't put on so much effort to tell him everything if Caleb didn't talk about your boyfriend as if he was something temporary.

Or maybe you're thinking poorly of him. Caleb only wants the best for you. Even when he was strict, even when you thought he was the worst brother you could have, Caleb always made sure you'd be happy. At your worst, Caleb has always been dependable.

The doorbell rang twice.

A bitter taste spread inside your mouth. Fuck. There was no point in lying to yourself, you knew it was Caleb waiting by the door. Your fiancee squeezed your shoulders, sitting beside his mother to give you the space you need.

You stopped before the door, seeing how those stupid white heels were already untidy. Shaking fingers grabbed the handle. You breathed in, staring at the green apple key chain Caleb gave you when you first moved. You could feel cold sweat accumulating on the back of your dress.

"Gege," your voice failed. "You didn't call me."

Caleb smiles slightly. "You're already taking care of dinner. No need to make you drive, too."

You step back, leaning more of your weight on your left leg. Caleb brushed his feet on the entrance mat, you're almost sure you gave him this pair of boots. "But I wanted to," you manage to whisper.

His smile is wider now. Caleb raises his right hand, a paper bag from a bakery you have to force yourself to ignore on your way work. It smells like caramel and apple. You drool without meaning to.

"Sorry, pip," Caleb teases. He closes the door before you can. "But I got your favorite."

"I need to-" you hesitate when Caleb hands you the paper bag. Your fingers brush against his when you grab it. How warm. "Caleb, I need to tell you something."

You rub your sweaty hand against your waist, certain that this dress will never be worn again. When you look at him again, you see Caleb's eyes following your hand. Caleb quickly focus on your face again, eyes clenching as he begin to joke about being underdressed.

Caleb stops himself mid sentence, eyes bolting back to your hand.

"You need to pay more attention to what you buy," Caleb's smile doesn't quite reach his eyes anymore. He holds your hand gently, his touch warmer than your skin. His thumb rubs against the ring, it takes Caleb a second to look at you again. "This looks like an engagement ring. People might get the wrong idea."

"I'm getting married," you finally manage to say it out loud. The world seems quieter now. "His family's here to meet you."

Caleb hesitates, his smile doesn't falter. "No. No, no, they're not."

"It's not a prank," you squeeze his hand. Caleb looks at the ring again. You take a step forward, placing the paper bag on the entrance table—right beside a photo of Josephine. "Aren't you happy for me?"

Caleb let go of your hand. "You're saying," his voice starts loud but he decides to whisper the rest. Caleb scrubs his wrist against his forehead."That you want to marry that… that boy? When did this-"

"Shut it," you hiss. "They can hear us."

You grab his hand now, squeezing it so Caleb wouldn't move away from you. Staring at his fingers intertwined with yours, you couldn't force yourself to look into his eyes again. "Your baby sister is getting married. So put a smile on your face and say you're happy for me. I'm not asking for too much. It's okay if it's a lie."

As the seconds pass, you don't hear his voice again. You know better than to look at his face expecting to find a smile there. You're the one to put on a bright smile instead, so large it hurts your cheeks. So large the tears you're battling against will be seem as a sign of happiness by your guests.

You grab the paper bag and pull Caleb towards the living room. Caleb is too polite to cause a scene, that you know. He can pretend for a couple hours. If you can do it, so can him.

Caleb squeezes your hand. "I love you," he whispers.

That makes you stop. You close your eyes, repeating those three damned words inside your mind. Oh, how they haunt you. "I know."

You think you heard Caleb laugh under his breath. "I don't think you do."

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Waiting by the door, you wave goodbye and listen to the smooth purr of the car engine. It's late. You close your eyes, breathing easier now that you're enveloped by a cold breeze. Your in-law drives away. Once his car makes a turn by the end of the street, your fiancee walks out of your home with his keys.

"Are you sure you don't want to sleep here?" You're not sure if it was a genuine offer. Part of you wants to runaway from the conversation you're about to have, the other thinks it's better to just get over with it already.

"I have an early morning," he says. He touches your waist, bringing you closer to him. "Didn't I told you not to worry about your brother?"

Caleb was always good at playing pretend.

You kiss his cheek, forcing yourself to smile. It was just a dinner and still… you're exhausted. You take a step back. "Call me when you get home."

"You know I always forget to."

When he's gone, you get inside and lock the door. Leaning your forehead against it, you close your eyes and try to calm yourself. It doesn't work. You check if the door was really locked and goes upstairs to the guest room. You can hear the shower running.

Caleb's clothes are folded carefully over an armchair, the bedroom smell like soap. You get out of those heels, leaving them besides his boots, and collapse on the bed. This pillow will probably stain with your make-up. You don't really care about that. Caleb is the only one who sleeps here, anyway.

Those past couple hours didn't work to make Caleb any more happy about your engagement. You know when he forces a smile. It didn't help when all that talk about grandchildren started. They laughed when Caleb said you were too young to have kids.

You'll be a good uncle, Caleb. You saw his eyelids twitching at that. Don't be overprotective of her.

You're almost falling asleep when the bathroom door opens. The idea of pretending to be asleep is tempting. You face Caleb instead, his hair humid and face tense. He doesn't say a word.

"They liked you." Most people do. There's a certain charm about him, something that makes people gravitate towards Caleb. "How couldn't they?"

Watching Caleb hang the towel on the coat rack, you sit up and wait for a reaction. Caleb takes his time, his limbs almost mechanic in their movements. He sits by the end of the bed and stare at his own hands, too far away from you.

It feels wrong. When Caleb isn't close enough. Like something's missing.

His silence goes on. You crawl on the bed, sitting right besides him. You lean your head on his shoulder and waits quietly. This time, you'll allow Caleb all the time he needs. He deserves some patience.

You don't know how long you two had been in silence by the time Caleb clears his throat. Fixing your posture, you search for his eyes. He's staring at his hands, you reach out for them and stroke his knuckles.

"You don't love him," Caleb stated, without any room for doubt. "You won't be happy if you marry him."

That makes you scoff. "So I don't love him now?"

"He didn't go to her funeral," Caleb looks at you. His words make your mouth dry. You move your hand away from his but Caleb holds it in place. "Josephine wouldn't approve this."

"He said funerals make him feel bad," you lied. Although it's not exactly a lie, since he did say that. The lie is you making it sound like an acceptable excuse. But you can't agree with Caleb. If you do, he'll never change his mind about this.

"Funerals make everyone feel bad," Caleb doesn't let you have this one. You stand up, too uncomfortable to stay in place. "I was there. You were there. People that cared about our family were there. And he wasn't."

"That was one moment in our relationship. One mistake, a single wrong call." You taste something bitter on your mouth. "Why would you think I don't love him?"

Caleb rubs his neck. You know he had a long week, all his past flights were on the longer side. He always calls you after landing.

"He didn't stay with you on the hospital when that wanderer pierced your lung," Caleb sounds annoyed. Like he's doing his best not to lose his patience. It makes your blood boil. "When was the last time he showed up for you? Put on effort?"

"I'm also not perfect," you shouted. Time passes and you keep on being the first to escalate things when you two argue. It only makes you more enraged. "How can I expect him to be when I'm not?"

"You should expect him to be perfect." Caleb goes after you, his voice is almost as exacerbated as yours. Caleb reaches for your shoulders, you move away from him. "You will share a life with him. How can you be so easy to please when it comes about choosing a husband?"

"Then I guess he's easy to please when it comes about choosing a wife," you snap.

Caleb hesitates.

"What do you mean by that?"

You take a step back, hands running down your hair. This bedroom feels too hot. You try to calm down when you notice that your hands are shaking.

"That you shouldn't put me on a pedestal," you confess. "I wasn't the best girlfriend I could've been. I turned off my phone when I didn't want to be bothered. There were times he annoyed me when all he wanted was to spend some time together. I've pretended to be on business trips so many times just to escape talking to him when he was sad. If his grandma died right now I wouldn't be the bigger person. I simply wouldn't go to her funeral because I'm not as good as you think I am."

You cover you mouth when you realize what you said. What a petty person you are. Didn't you just claimed it was an excusable mistake of his part? You know how horrible it all sounds. You know you should've been better. You know you could've been better if only you wanted to. And now that you finally said it out loud… it sounds like you can't stand him.

"You don't think he's the best husband I could have?" You breath in, body growing hot from embarrassment. "Maybe you're right. But maybe he's exactly what I deserve."

There are things you'd never say out loud. Things that can't be forgiven, things that can't be accepted. Everyone has secrets, at some point in live you have to learn how to keep them to yourself. Thinking what you do, wanting what you do… would people call you heartless for that?

Caleb runs his thumb against your cheek and that's when you realize you've started crying. He pulls you closer, hugging you so tight you feel like he could crush you.

"Do you love him?" Caleb's voice is so soft you could've mistaken it for a lullaby. He rubs your back when you sob. "You can tell me the truth."

People say your wedding will be the happiest day of your life. That nothing will compare. People dream about this. About finding someone that will go down on one knee to declare how much you're loved. About finding someone you want to share you life with.

You want that, too.

"No," you whisper, melting into his touch. Your voice is so weak your mind barely register it. "I don't."

"Be greedy, then. Ask for more than what you think you deserve." Caleb caress your head, fingers massaging your scalp. He sounds relieved. "When did you start accepting less than what you want, pipsqueak?"

You shove him away. Caleb stumbles, taken back by your reaction.

"Who's going to marry me I'm insufferable as you want me to be?!" You poke at his chest, rough enough for him to take a step back. "Who am I going to share my life with if I ask for more? I can't be alone forever. So what if I have to pretend with him? At least I have someone to hold me when I cry."

The first to yell, the first to push away. You were always the one escalating things when you two were younger. Caleb never got mad at you. Not even when you hurt him on purpose. Maybe it's because you were always the first one to cry, too.

"I'll do it," Caleb grabbed your hand. "I'll hold you."

That makes you laugh. Your vision blurs as more tears begin to spill. Hand fisted in his shirt, you pull Caleb closer and continue to shout at him.

"And will you wash my back next time I break an arm?" You can smell his cologne. This is a new one. "Tell me, Caleb, are we going to share a home now that we're both adults? Do you want to split bills and reform the backyard and go out to buy new wallpapers with me?"

His grip gets tighter. Caleb grabs your other hand, something in his eyes make you shiver. He's closer now, you realize when his warm breath reaches your face. Too close.

"When haven't I given you what you wanted?"

"There are things you won't. Things you shouldn't," your voice breaks. There are no tears left for you to spill. "It's been a long time since I accepted that you're my bro-."

"I'll give it all to you," Caleb promises. His body against yours feel so good. How could this be bad? Why should this be so wrong? "Tell me how to take care of you and I will."

When Caleb promises something, it's because he'll make it happen. And for a second, you believe him. For a second, you want to ask Caleb for all the things you never dared before.

You open your mouth just to close it again.

It all needs to end. This conversation, this night. You can't do this anymore. All you want is to be alone. So you say something Caleb won't be able to argue. Something he knows better than to entertain, that will make him let go of you. You tell Caleb a secret. The dirtiest one you have.

How heartless of you.

"Will you give me a baby when I feel ready?" The shock on his face makes you want to puke. "You told me to be greedy, to ask for what I want. Will you give me a family then? I want to marry someone I love, I want a crystal wedding at a fancy restaurant, I want to be surprised at mother's day and I want someone that will fuck me to sleep. Will you do that, Caleb? Will you fuck your baby sister because that's what she wants? Or will you finally understand you can't give me everything I want?"

Caleb shuts you with his mouth.

It's rough, like waves crashing during a storm. Caleb pressed your lips together, so harsh it makes you stumble back. But he's holding your hands tightly, keeping you locked in place. Your bottom lip burns when Caleb bites down, just like the skin in your hands that gets marked by his nails.

Caleb hungrily invading your mouth. You don't kiss him back. You don't have the time to decide what to do, your eyes are still open when you feel his tongue brushing against yours. Caleb let go of your hands to cup your cheeks, his touch warm and gentle but firm as he brings you closer. It feels like he's trying to devour you.

His eyes are open, too. They never looked this dark. Caleb never looked this… relieved.

"I'll give you everything, anything, you want," Caleb whispers, lips close enough to touch yours. His thumbs stroke your cheeks. "Your big brother will keep you completely satisfied. So think only of me."

You forget to breath, waiting for him to take a step back. Caleb doesn't move away. His eyes keep staring into yours. You give him time but Caleb doesn't seem to regret his words. To regret wetting your lips.

You shiver at that. Eyes softening, Caleb presses a small, tentative kiss on your lips. Caleb leans his forehead on yours. "Just depend on me," he says.

You nod.

This time, you close your eyes when Caleb kisses you. He tastes like the apple pie you shared earlier. His hand is on your nape, keeping you as close as possible. The other lands around your waist. Caleb steps forward, forcing you to move. The wall is cold against your back.

There's no space for doubt or hesitation anymore. Not when all you want is for Caleb to touch you more. You hug his shoulders, not willing to let go of him. You want to glue yourself to Caleb, keep him right next to you for the rest of your lives.

"When did he-" Caleb decides he rather suck on lips rather than talk. He traces kisses on your cheeks and licks at your jaw. His mouth guides him to your neck, a whimper almost escapes you when he bites it lightly. "When did he propose?"

You pull on his hair, not to make him stop but because you need to fill your hands with something. "On my birthday."

Caleb bites hard now. It makes you whine loudly, browns furrowing as you complain. His hands go to your hips, holding you in place as he moves away. "Caleb, what are-"

Something in your belly burns when Caleb knelt in front of you. He grabs your hands and put them on the hem of your dress. "Hold it for me," he demands hoarsely.

You swallow hard, doing as he said. He laughs a little and makes you raise your hands. It's hard to breath when you know he's seeing the white thong and how it's already damped. Caleb inhales deeply.

"Keep it like that for me," Caleb kisses your knuckles. "Were you trying to dress-up like a bride, princess?"

"Yeah," you bite your tongue. Caleb squeezes your thighs, fingers stroking them. "Wanted to look cute."

His laugh is breathier now. You fear he's going insane. "We'll throw everything away, pips. I'll get you a better dress, better heels, better panties. Just-just put this away with the trash, okay?"

Caleb places wet kisses all over your thighs. He doesn't hurry, fingers rubbing against the edge of your thong. You spread your legs open a bit more. His eyes are closed as he sucks on your skin, bitting and lapping at it like some type of animal.

Your skin burns a little. The ache of fresh, still forming bruises.

You shiver when he stops. You look down, eyes meeting with his. Those purple eyes are wide open as Caleb brushes his nose against your clothed pussy. He breaths in and you feel your face hotter now. Caleb inhales once more, you see him swallow. Did his mouth watered at your smell?

He pulls the fabric down by the lace, so slow you want to let go of the dress and do it for him. But you decide to behave.

His nose is hot against you. Caleb breathes again, he looks enamored by your scent. Caleb puts your leg over his shoulder, now giving him more space to see your bare pussy. You whine when he blows cold air against your clit.

There's no warning before he sucks, slow enough to make it feel torturous. Caleb's completely blissful. You can feel his spit running down your legs. Your clit throbs when his tongue latches onto it just the right way to make you close your eyes. Caleb seems so dedicated to make you feel good.

That idea alone makes you shiver. You imagine Caleb imagining you. What is he thinking about right now, with his mouth between your legs and your arousal palpable on his tongue? Does he think you smell good? Does Caleb like the way you sound? For how long will Caleb taste you on his tongue? You wonder what would he see if he just looked up at you. Will he remember this when you're not around?

Then you think about the past. Were there times he wanted to do this? Has Caleb ever looked at you and salivated? You imagine his self-control oscillating. You imagine Caleb wanting you so badly it hurts him. Caleb hard and leaking, never satisfied because he couldn't have you. You imagine him crying for you.

Your body leans forward as you cry out his name. It makes Caleb moan, tongue still discovering more of you. The vibration feels good. It's hard to breath now. Hard to imagine anything when you look down and see him lost on you.

"Caleb, Caleb," you chant. "I'm gonna- fuck, fuck, I'm gonna…"

It comes crashing down on you. Caleb holds you as you cum, your legs shaking and drool spilling from your mouth. You think Caleb says something but you can't understand the words. All you can do is drown on this feeling for as long as it lasts.

When you look down, his mouth is soaked. Caleb's face is flushed, eyes small as if he drank way too much. You can see his tongue, something drips from it. Catching your breath, you pat his hair. Caleb leans his head against your hand.

"I think," Caleb exhales. "I need to…"

His tongue is back on your lips. You whine, looking down at him. Caleb sucks, a wet sound echoing inside your eardrums. It makes your stomach burn. "Caleb, I already-"

"I'm not done with her yet," he says. Caleb kisses your clit so gently, hands groping your tights. "She loves kissing, huh? Don't worry, baby, I can hear you begging."

It makes you feel weak. Caleb gets rougher, tongue slipping inside of you. He curls it as his face rubs against you. It feels like you're not there anymore. Is just him and your pussy, the two of them getting along. It's too much, but you don't want Caleb to stop.

Caleb sink his teeth into your tight when you try to pull away from him. It burns. You see when your drool fall on his clothed back. You fist his blouse, eyes getting wetter as you rut against his mouth. Caleb moves away when you pull it, letting you take it off of him. The moment it's gone, he's back on tasting you.

Tasting her.

Back curling again, you almost lose your balance. Maybe you couldn't stand erect, maybe you didn't thought of doing that. You get your leg off his shoulder, you don't think Caleb notices it, and places your feet on the ground. Your hands find support on his shoulders.

"She tastes-I can't get enough, meimei," Caleb's moan against you. "Give me more, I need more."

"Stop, stop, Caleb," you moan. You feel your legs giving out. Caleb pins you against the wall, his evol making your body tremble. You can't think, can't breath, can't keep your eyes open. All you can do is let him have it his way. "Gege… hm, too much…"

When your mind calms down and starts working again, you realize his tongue is back on you. You push Caleb away before he can make your brain melt again. He falls on his back and it almost makes you feel bad for treating him so roughly. But you look at Caleb, at the smile on his face and the wet spot staining his pants, and you don't think he resents you.

Trying to make your way towards the bed, you take a step forward and loses your balance the moment your legs move. The words spins when your knees are about to hit the floor but Caleb uses his evol to make you land softly on his lap. His smile is closer to a smirk now.

"Karma," Caleb laughs. You do it, too. He pulls at the hem of your dress. "Feeling comfortable?"

Caleb holds you in place as he moves his hips to sit up. Forehead leaning on yours, his eyes are all you can focus on. His hands find the zipper on your dress, Caleb's fingers brush against your back as he opens it.

Wanting more than this, you grab the fabric to take it off. Caleb helps when your earrings get caught on the dress. You throw it away, now bare on top of him except by a necklace. Caleb paid for it.

You should've feel ashamed. What a mess you are. You're naked on top of your brother. Face wet with tears because of his tongue, pussy leaking on his sweat pants. Caleb stares at your chest and your pussy clenches around nothing.

All you feel is empty. You reach for his hands, guiding them to your tits. His fingers brush against your skin, you make Caleb squeeze them. Caleb bites your shoulder, hiding his face from you. There's no hiding of the boner you're sitting on top of.

"Caleb," you lean your head on his shoulder. Be greedy, he said. Fine. "I want you to fuck me to sleep. Make me dream of you."

"Are you trying to kill me?" Caleb groan, you can feel how feverish his face is. "Don't say things like that."

Caleb holds you jaw to make you face him. How disgusting you are. Kissing your brother, sucking on his tongue like no sister should. You taste yourself on him. A mess of arousal and spit make your pussy feel cold even though your body burns just like his. You think you'd beg for more if Caleb wanted you to.

"When have i ever said no to you?" Caleb bites your bottom lip. "But you need to do something for me first, pips."

You pout. "I want you inside. Now."

Caleb laughs deliriously. "What a spoiled girl," he sucks your lip. "You got used to gege always giving you what you want. Can you this one thing for me?"

The pout is still there when you nod. Caleb smiles. "Give me the ring."

You don't understand. When your eyes focus on him, you follow Caleb's gaze to your hand. You take the ring off, sweaty fingers making it more difficult than it should've. You put it on his open palm.

Caleb search in his pockets. He opens his wallet, placing the ring inside it. You hold his hand before he could move away. There's a photo of you there. You don't remember when it was taken. "What will you do?"

"I'll return it for you," Caleb throws it on the bed, you feel the pull of his evol. You kinda wish he would do the same to you, but you don't feel like moving away from him now. "Because you will never see him again, right?"

You agree because you want to get Caleb out of his pants. "Never again," you answer. "Will you fuck me now?"

Caleb kisses your cheek. "Until you fall sleep, right?" You nod, watching his fingers play with the waistband. "I got you. Will make you cum over and over until you calm down, baby. So let it all out."

You whine when Caleb doesn't get rid of his pants. His thumb is on your mouth before you can use words to complain. He presses down and you think about biting it but Caleb just said he's gonna make you cum more. You don't want him to change his mind.

Sucking on his thumb, you hold on to his biceps and look into his eyes. Caleb groans. His long fingers tease your clit. Those fingers appeared on your dreams sometimes. His palm is long enough to press on your clit as he spread your slicky folds.

He's slow now, maybe worried you're too sensitive from your before. You watch as he moves. There's something hypnotic about watching how patient Caleb is. He takes time to explore all your spots, observing how you react to his touch. It feel like he's trying to memorize everything about you.

His fingers reach your hole. You realize now they're thicker than you thought. The stretch makes you whimper, you accidentally bite the thumb on your mouth. Caleb doesn't mind. You suck on them again, this time not to tease but as an apology.

You're so wet that it doesn't hurt when Caleb pushes his finger deeper inside. Your own digits can reach that far. His cock is fully hard beneath you now. You moan around his thumb, rocking your hips against his touch. The friction of your clit on his palm feels addictive.

"You're taking it so well, stretching so nicely around me," Caleb's licks from your shoulder to your jaw. "All that crying and yelling and that cheap ring around your finger just because I wasn't giving you what you needed, huh. My poor, needy baby."

Caleb takes his fingers off your mouth when you squeeze his arm. The sound you let escape makes you shiver. "Don't be mean," you moan, trying to get your hair away from your eyes.

"Why would I be mean with you?" Caleb asks, face inches away from yours, his eyes so attentive it makes you want to look away. He thrusts inside of you in a relentless rhythm. "I love when you act like. So spoiled, so pampered that you can't help but demand for what you need. I want you to cry and make a scene when things don't go your way. Be selfish, be greedy. Your brother will give you anything you want."

You sigh, embarrassed to hear all that. "Then I want another finger, gege."

This finger is longer than the last one. Your nails are deep on his shoulders as you try to stay still. It hits in a place that makes your back arch. Caleb takes the opportunity to kiss your jaw.

"She's so soft, meimei," Caleb coos. You clench around his fingers at that, moving your face to find his lips. Your tongue meets his in an open mouth kiss. "You like when I talk to her?"

You bite his bottom lip. "You're saying embarrassing things."

Caleb adds another fingers. He thrusts them inside of you, devouring each moan and whimper you can't hold back anymore. Caleb has a talent at taking you apart. "Feeling shy now?"

You shake your head. "No… you're embarrassing yourself. You want me that much?"

"So much and for so long," Caleb laughs into the kiss. "I hope I don't wake up from this."

"It's not a dream. I'm here."

You shake when a forth finger make its way inside of you. Your hips rush after this sinful sensation. "Most of my dreams are about you," Caleb bites your shoulder.

That makes you laugh. You try to say something but nothing coherent comes out of your lips. Your forehead bumps against his as you ride his fingers. It's too much, too fast, and it's still not enough. You're almost there but you can't reach it.

Caleb sucks on your earlobe, curling his fingers inside of you. It makes such a wet sound.

"Stop," you whimper. Caleb doesn't. "Stop, gege, stop, stop, I…"

"To think I trusted your choice to be his," Caleb whispers on your ear. "Look at you, riding my fingers and saying you don't want this. I'll make the decisions from now on, meimei."

You stop breathing as he drives you over the edge. He's precise, digits brutally hitting your g-spot with an easiness you never had. Caleb doesn't move faster and it makes you feel like you're going insane.

You close your eyes, body growing tense when you finally cum. There's not a single thought at your brain besides how good this feeling is. It's stronger now, it lasts for a little longer. Caleb continues to thrust inside of your pussy, prolonging it for you.

"Too much," you whimper.

"You asked for more and now acts like a cry baby?" You know that tone. When he teases without believing on what he's saying. "We should stop then, if you're already so tired."

You whine when his fingers leave you. "If you don't fuck me right now I'll go after him."

The moment you close your mouth you knew it was too far. Before you can take it back, his hand — wet with your own arousal — hits you across your face. The sound his fingers make against your cheek is more impressive than the slight burning you feel. It still makes you flinch.

Caleb cups your jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes. "Apologize," he demands, that same unnerving mimic of a smile back on his face.

You feel something wet rush out of you. "I didn't mean it."

Caleb places his hands under your thighs, nail digging into your skin. He shifts beneath you, using his evol to help him get up from the floor with you hugging his neck. He doesn't need any evol to be able of doing this, you know he lifts much more than what you weight.

"What should I do?" Caleb seems to be talking to himself rather than to you. "Wouldn't it be easier to just lock you away? That way you won't get any funny ideas. Then you'll be all mine."

You wrap your legs around his waist. Caleb walked out of the guest room, the cold air making you groan. "Don't be mad at me, gege. I take it back. I swear I'll never think about him ever again."

Caleb opened the door to your bedroom. He laid you on the mattress, you tried to sit up but Caleb pushed your shoulder to keep you lying down. "Will you forget everything about him? Get rid of everything that reminds you of him?"

You got used to seeing Caleb wear his pilot uniform more often than in casual clothes. It only made more evident how large his shoulders are, how reliable your brother is. You haven't seem the dog tag in a long time but you knew I'd be there. Your eyes follow the happy trail leading you to what's hidden by his sweat pants.

"I only want you," you whisper. His silence made your stomach churn. "I'm yours, only yours, I promise you."

"Who's saying embarrassing things now," Caleb says, although you can see his red ears. So he can get shy, too?

Caleb hooks his thumb on the waistband. He sighs. "Guess I teased you too much, huh."

Your mouth waters when he tugs it all the down. Makes sense why he was so decided to stretch you open. His cock is bigger than his fingers. Throbbing, it was too heavy to stand on its one. So big and waiting to fill you up.

You spread your legs for him, fingers working to open up your folds. You smile when his eyes widen. "I want it here."

Caleb knelt between your legs once more, towering over you. A large hand forced your thighs a little bit further, exposing more of your cunt for him. He decides to lean on the mattress, forearm resting beside your head. You look down when you feel the weight of his cock on your belly.

"That's how deep I'll be," Caleb ruts against your soft skin. You moan when your belly button disappear behind his burly cock.

Caleb kneels again, jerking himself against your pussy. It's so wet, the sound it makes feels so depraved. He hits your clit with his leaking tip before sliding it all the way down to your clenching hole. Your eyes are locked on him, watching the way Caleb drives his tip inside of you.

You sobbed. Caleb places his arms beneath your legs, leaning down and forcing your body to move with his. He's slow, devouring every little sound you make as he thrusts deeper into your pussy. You can feel every vein of his cock.

Caleb's all breathless, so focused on sucking on your tongue. What pitiful sounds you made, now pliant and behaved on his throbbing cock. Inch by inch, he tortures you. You're drooling by the time he fills you completely.

"You should learn with her," Caleb grins. He moves all the way out. You don't have time to complain before he slams it all the way in. "See how greedy she is?"

There's no way you can keep up with him. Your pussy is empty but you can still feel his length inside. Caleb moves his arms, placing his hands behind your knees. He fucks into you, forcing his weight on top of you. Completely folded, you realize you can't feel your legs.

You can't pretend to care about them.

It would be a shame to live the rest of your life without seeing how hungry Caleb is for you. He's taking care of you so nicely. Giving you more whenever you ask for it.

"It's too big, Caleb," you cry out loud. Your neighbors will complain tomorrow. "I need you-I need you to-"

"I know, I know," Caleb presses his hand on your belly. Something incoherent comes out of your mouth. "Breath for me."

You felt it coming. At the back of your mind, building it’s way towards you. You shake, drooling as your mind turns off. It wasn't a explosion, it didn't came with full force. It wavered over you, and it simply didn't stop.

Caleb feels deeper now. "I love you, I love you, princess-"

Your vision goes white, and so does your womb.

Caleb collapses on top of you, arms shaking beside your head. You feel his body moving with every breath, a motion that hypnotizes your own. You open your eyes when you feel empty, a sticky pool beneath your ass, and it surprises you to see you almost feel asleep.

He turns you around, hard nipples brushing against the sheets. Caleb moves your hair away from your sweaty face. He kisses your neck, moving to your nape and back. Your eyes close on its own.

You blink slowly. Looking back, your eyes widen at the sight of Caleb jerking off his still soft cock.

"Let's put her to sleep," Caleb says like it's a promise. He leans on top of you, rubbing his face against yours. Your heart melt a little. "I wonder what will you dream about."

You laugh at that. "Most of my dreams are about you," you get cozy on the pillow.

Caleb kissed your smile and you felt perfectly, utterly, completely satisfied.

[xiayizhouuu]

what a loser ♡

caleb is lowkey a loser.

you've known this for a while, but it's never been more apparent than right now, with him sprawled on his bed, that infuriatingly cocky smirk plastered across his stupidly handsome face.

"come on," he says, voice dripping with condescension as he leans back against the headboard. "you really think you could take control? during a makeout?"

he laughs like the idea is absurd. "pips, you're way too soft for that. too sweet."

his eyes gleam with challenge, that teasing glint that's always gotten under your skin. he's so sure of himself, so convinced that he's the one who calls the shots. always has been. the way he towers over you, the way he pins you down, the way he makes you whimper his name. he thinks that's just how it is. how it'll always be.

"i dare you," he continues, leaning forward now, close enough that you can smell his cologne. "try to control me. i bet you couldn't even if you wanted to."

something snaps inside you.

"bet," you say simply.

his smirk widens. "yeah?"

"yeah."

before he can say anything else, you're on him. your lips crash against his, and for a moment, he responds eagerly, his hands coming up to grip your waist like he always does. but then you bite his lower lip.. hard enough to make him gasp and you pull back just slightly, your hand sliding up to grip his jaw.

"ground rules," you murmur against his mouth. "you don't touch me unless i say so. you don't cum unless i let you. and you definitely don't talk back. got it?"

his eyes widen slightly, surprise flickering across his features before that cocky mask slides back into place. "sure, whatever you say."

"good boy," you purr, and you feel him shudder beneath you.

♡ -

thirty minutes later, caleb is absolutely falling apart.

his cock is an angry, desperate red in your hand, the tip leaking steadily as you pump him with slow, deliberate strokes. your fresh manicure, pretty pink nails that you'd gotten done just yesterday it looks absolutely sinful wrapped around his length, and you can't help but admire the view as you work him over.

"please," he gasps, his voice cracking. "please, i can't- fuck, i need..”

"shh," you coo, tightening your grip at the base of his cock, holding him firmly as you lean down and drag your tongue along the underside of his shaft. slowly. agonisinglyy slowly. from base to tip, savoring the way he jerks and writhes beneath you.

"oh god," he moans, his hands fisting in the sheets. you'd told him not to touch you, and to his praise, he's obeyed. but it's clearly killing him. his knuckles are white, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding back.

you've been at this for half an hour now, and you haven't let him cum once. every time he gets closeand you can tell, from the way his breathing hitches, the way his thighs tense, the way his cock pulses in your hand. you stop and squeeze the base firmly, denying him that release, and then you start all over again.

his cock is so sensitive now, so irritated from your relentless teasing, that even the lightest touch makes him gasp. the head is flushed dark, almost purple, and there's a steady stream of precum leaking from the tip that you lap up with kitten licks, humming appreciatively at the taste.

"you're so mean," he whimpers, and there are actual tears gathering in his eyes now. "please, please let me cum. i'll do anything. anything."

you pull back, releasing his cock entirely, and he lets out a desperate, broken sound that goes straight between your legs. his hips buck up uselessly, seeking friction that isn't there, and you can't help but smile.

"anything?" you ask, tilting your head. "that's a big promise, caleb."

"i mean it," he sobs. "please. i need it so bad. it hurts."

you lean down again, your breath ghosting over his sensitive flesh, and he jerks violently, a strangled moan tearing from his throat. you haven't even touched him yet, and he's already losing it.

"remember what you said earlier?" you murmur, pressing a feather-light kiss to the tip of his cock. he shudders, his whole body going tense. "about how i was too pussy to control you?"

another kiss, this one to the side of his shaft. his legs are shaking now, trembling uncontrollably.

"i- i didn't- fuck, please-“

you pull back, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes, your lips forming a perfect pout. "am i still too pussy to control you, caleb?"

the tears spill over then, tracking down his flushed cheeks as he shakes his head frantically. "no. no, you're not. you're.. god, you're so good at this. so good. please."

his voice breaks on the last word, and you feel a surge of satisfaction so intense it's almost dizzying. this is caleb cocky, arrogant, always-in-control caleb. reduced to a sobbing, begging mess beneath you. all because of you.

you decide to have mercy on him. just a little.

"do you want it?" you ask softly, your hand hovering just above his cock. "do you want to cum, pipsqueak?”

"yes!" the word bursts out of him like a prayer. "yes, yes, yes, please. please let me cum. i need it. i need you. please."

he's sobbing openly now, his chest heaving with desperate breaths, and every time you so much as move your hand closer, his body jerks involuntarily. he's so wound up, so desperate, that you know it won't take much.

"okay," you whisper, and before he can process the word, you're on him.

your mouth engulfs his cock, taking him deep, and the sound he makes is so sweet it’s almost inhuman. your tongue works along his length as you bob your head, sucking hard, and his hips buck up involuntarily, driving himself deeper into your throat. you let him, relaxing your jaw, taking everything he has to give.

"oh fuck, oh fuck, oh-" his words dissolve into incoherent moans as you increase your pace, your hand pumping what your mouth can't reach. his legs jerk up, his thighs clamping around your head, and you know he's right there, right on the edge-

you pull back.

not completely, just enough that your lips are barely brushing the tip of his cock, and that's all it takes. caleb lets out a broken, desperate groan as he loses control completely, his cock pulsing as he cums hard, thick ropes of white painting his chest and stomach. it goes on and on, his whole body convulsing with the force of his orgasm, and you watch with satisfaction as he falls apart.

when he finally stops, he collapses back against the bed, his chest heaving, his eyes glazed and unfocused. there are still tear tracks on his cheeks, and his cock gives one last weak twitch before going soft.

you crawl up his body, careful not to smear the mess on his chest, and lean down to whisper in his ear.

"what a loser."

he lets out a weak, breathless laugh, and you grin, pressing a kiss to his temple.

yeah. caleb is lowkey a loser.

[yummidumplingss]

waking up caleb with a birthday surprise ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

you woke up with caleb’s bare chest pressed against your back, his arm slung around your waist underneath his your shirt.

you arched back into him, grinding on his morning bulge. you carefully pulled away, trying not to wake him, though his arm tightened around you, subconsciously pulling you back.

but you had a plan.

you had given caleb consent to do whatever he wanted to you while you were asleep because he often came home late at night, overworked at the fleet and desperately needing you.

caleb really took advantage of that.

some nights you would wake up to him on top of you, cock pulsing inside you with him shushing you, telling you to go back to sleep, and most mornings you would wake up with him in between your legs.

you loved it.

of course caleb had given you consent to do the same, though you never got the chance to because he was such a light sleeper.

not today though. last night you two had gone 6 rounds before he had to tap out. you knew he would be too exhausted to wake up at his usual time the next morning, making it perfect for you to execute your plan.

you slowly peeled his arm off you, shifting down the bed at the same time. his fingers twitching as you got down to his boxers, his breath still steady as you placed yourself in between his thighs.

you didn’t waste any time, fingers hooking at the top of his waistband, pulling low enough just so his cock could spring out.

you glanced up once more, watching his chest heave as he slept so peacefully. you licked your lips, tongue darting out to lick some of the precum spilling out at the tip.

no reaction.

you carefully brought your lips to his cock, giving it a slow, long lick from the base up to the tip before sealing it with your mouth, swirling your tongue around it inside the warm heat of your mouth.

he stirred in his sleep, making you halt your movements, his tip still occupying the space in your mouth.

when he stopped moving you continued, mouth going lower until you stopped halfway, knowing how much of him you could take before gagging. you wrapped a hand around what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, slowly stroking up and down.

you watched as his breathing got heavier, mouth slightly parting to grumble something quiet and incoherent.

you bobbed your head faster, desperate to make him cum before he woke up. you could taste more precum inside your mouth, hand slowing down as you peered up at him.

his brows furrowed, head slightly turning to the side. once he stopped, you took him out your mouth, giving kitten licks to the tip while you stroked him.

his cock started to twitch in your hand, letting you know that he was close. you swiftly took him back in your mouth, tears prodding at your eyes while you tried to take him all the way down without gagging.

you rested your hand on his thigh, feeling the muscle twitch underneath your palm. you could hear the sheets above you rustling but you were too focused on making him cum.

you looked up, only to find him slowly opening his eyes, small moans coming out of his mouth.

he peered down at you, the sight of your mouth stuffed full with his cock first thing in the morning had him twitching inside your mouth.

“mhmm… fuck, pips,” he groaned, hand coming up to rest at the top of your head— not pushing, just holding.

you kept your eyes on him, hollowing out your cheeks to suck harder.

his hips thrusted upwards once, making you gag a bit.

“hahh— w-what’re y-you…” he trialed off, voice laced with sleep.

his fingers twisted in your hair as your hand left his thigh, coming down to roll his balls in your palm.

“f-fuck! w-wait—“ he cut himself off, coming with a loud groan of your name, his warm cum spilling into your mouth while his eyes fluttered shut.

you kept him inside your mouth while he whined, head still fuzzy from just waking up.

once you swallowed it all up, you lifted off his cock with a loud pop! as he pulled you up, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss, tongue licking into your mouth as he tasted himself.

you pulled away, giggling to yourself, watching his heavy lidded eyes fixated on your face, his chest heaving heavily underneath you.

“happy birthday, caleb.”

special happy birthday to my caleb !! (˶>⩊<˶) + i’m extra happy cs i got his birthday card in 14 and his rerun ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)

[alyceres]

— colonel!caleb x medic!reader: headcanon edition

a/n: i really love the forbidden love-esque/forbidden under professional ranks trope. let me know if you guys want a part two or even a full fic..... (i know i said i'd stop with the chunky headers but since this is a headcanon post i figured why not. also i love making moodboards hhhhh) —> sparkle gif by cursed-carmine!

wc: 2.2k (not proofread) — 🎧 so high - doja cat

tags: colonel!caleb x medic!reader, workaholic caleb, avoidant caleb (?), mutual pining, fluff, mature themes (implied sexual tension, drinking), content regarding real military setup and in-game lore may be inaccurate but fuck it we ball

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ — colonel!caleb, the man everyone on base fears, has a soft spot for one person, and one person only. he swears up and down that he doesn't, but everyone in the farspace fleet has witnessed the way he makes goo-goo eyes at the pretty nurse who works just down the hallway. you.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ — colonel!caleb has had eyes on you since you first began working in the farspace fleet. making it into the fleet was already a huge accomplishment by itself, but the fact that you were already highly accomplished was what caught his eye. you had previously worked as a combat medic in the military, both on and off-field. it wasn't until you were "honorably discharged" (a nicer way of saying you weren't needed anymore) that you were out of a job and realized you missed the thrill of working in dangerous situations.

your record was clean -- you simply completed your term at the highest level of perfection anyone had to offer. so when you asked your (former) superior for another position, he hesitated. how could a fragile thing like you actually enjoy this profession?

he says he'll see what he can do and suggests you to an allied branch of the military. needless to say, your application to join the farspace fleet was accepted and effective immediately.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ — colonel!caleb's first encounter with you is brief. a few recruits of his are injured during a recon mission in the deepspace tunnel, which leaves him to drag them back to base like a mother hen.

"three of my men were exposed to radiation during our recon mission in the deepspace tunnel," he informs you, his tone flat and professional as always. caleb has his arms crossed over his broad chest, watching you work with meticulous precision. "i apologize for the inconvenience -- we turned back as soon as we realized the protocore radiation was high."

your brows furrow slightly as you examine the men on the cots in front of you, all weakened and slightly pale. before turning to acknowledge caleb, you order one of your colleagues to prepare blood tests.

"they may need to go under radiation therapy," you reply. "we'll need to run some blood tests to see how severe the exposure was, but from the looks of it, it's good that you turned back as early as you did."

the polite smile you give him has caleb's heart doing something odd. he nods and lets you get back to work, but lingers a moment longer to watch the way you handle everything with such grace and care. you work like you actually enjoy your job, which is rare in the fleet. most days, not even he enjoys his job.

but he doesn't think much of it. not yet, at least.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ — colonel!caleb soon realizes that your enthusiasm is annoyingly contagious. even the most stubborn men can walk into the medical bay and come out significantly calmer after.

you're happy. too happy. and oddly enough, caleb hates it. hates the way you bring light to this otherwise dark environment. it reminds him that there's more to life outside of work, but he's buried himself in too deep. and he's terrified that if he digs himself out, he won't know what to do.

for a few weeks, he begins to avoid you like the plague. he's afraid of the way his heart beats faster when he looks in your direction, afraid of the way everyone in the fleet talks about you with enough praise that makes him feel like he's missing out. he can't afford distractions. not now, not ever.

he's a wreck. he's talked to you once and has already started to develop a small crush on you. which is exactly why he doesn't plan to talk to you.

that is, until, he's the one getting injured.

it was an accident. an engine malfunction. he's not entirely sure what happened, because he's cruising at a stable pace up until the engines start sputtering. in the blink of an eye, his whole plane is burning up, which forces him to make an emergency landing in the ocean.

caleb is fine for the most part. but as he sits in the ruined cockpit of his jet waiting for backup, he sighs internally. the blood dripping down his forehead is begging for attention from a certain someone.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ — colonel!caleb is rushed to the medical bay as soon as he's back on base. his heart beats erratically, both from the adrenaline and from staring at the worried look on your face as you wheel him to an isolated part of the wing.

the rest passes in a blur, his eyes never leaving your form as you rush to take care of one of the farspace fleet's most valued personnel. you soon return to his side with a tray and a bunch of tools he can barely make out.

gosh. even the way you talk to him is so dreamy.

"sir-- please refrain from sitting up. you've lost a lot of blood."

"tell me if it hurts, okay? i need to disinfect your wound before i wrap it up."

"no, your reports can wait. you need to recover first."

with little restraint after that, you begin to work your magic on the colonel. there isn't one inch of his body that isn't hurting, and yet all he can focus on is the way you touch him. your fingers lightly tap against the pulse point on the inside of his elbow before hooking him up to an iv, then moving to gently press a pad of gauze against his bleeding forehead.

caleb finds himself leaning into your touch without realizing. he silently wishes you could touch him without the damn gloves on.

by the time he's properly patched up (and has enough fluids in his body to think clearly again), the adrenaline has worn off. his whole body aches, even after taking a bunch of painkillers. but he acknowledges he's been through worse pain before and decides to suck it up, not wanting to bother you any longer.

you advise him to take it easy the next few days, and that he would most likely need to stay overnight for further observation. as you begin to lock up for the night, caleb suddenly finds the courage to speak up, his voice slightly hoarse from hours of unuse.

"thank you. for taking care of me."

you turn around, taken aback by his show of gratefulness. this man, who had done everything to avoid you since the day you stepped onto base, was thanking you for doing your job.

suddenly, you smile.

"it's my job to take care of you. no need to thank me."

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ — colonel!caleb stops trying to avoid you from that day on. in fact, he does the exact opposite. he stops trying to push your light away, and instead encourages it.

stopping by the medical bay for a "quick chat" has become part of his routine. some days, he'd stop by and bring you lunch, never asking if you've already eaten because he already knows the answer will be "no".

any second of free time you got was spent with each other. in the early mornings to the lunch breaks to the mere hours before curfew, you could always be seen by his side, and vice versa.

everyone's noticed. of course everyone has noticed. their stone-cold colonel doesn't laugh and "accidentally" brushes shoulders with just anyone. but nobody dares to say anything. they all know they'll get their head blown off if they do.

caleb finds himself relaxing around you in a way that he hasn't been in a long time. it's oddly refreshing, much like the way looking at you is like a breath of fresh air after a long day.

on late nights, you two drink whiskey in his office. on days you don't feel like drinking, it's apple cider instead. however, after a long day of dealing with an influx of patients, you decide that tonight it's going to be whiskey.

you sigh as you lean back into the cushions of the couch (because of course he has a couch in his office), your wrist swirling the cup that caleb usually reserves for polite drinks with other officials. you're not quite tipsy, but not quite sober, either. your cheeks are dusted a faint rose pink, a color barely noticeable under the bleak moonlight.

but caleb sees it all. he's learned enough about you to know that you have enough alcohol in your system to just relax and nothing else. he likes this side of you, and he likes knowing that he's the only person in the fleet to see you like this.

"you know," you murmur, pausing to down the rest of your beverage. he watches as your adam's apple bobs with the movement, and tries to ignore the way his whole body floods with heat. "i used to think you hated me."

his brows furrow slightly.

"yeah?" he questions, elbows resting on his desk as he sets his drink down, leaning forward on the surface. "why's that?"

you simply shrug, leaning forward to grab the bottle of whiskey from the coffee table to give yourself a refill.

"dunno. you just... were always avoiding me. i thought i did something wrong."

caleb pauses for a moment. he's not sure what he feels: guilt? shame? embarrassment? all of the above?

you're right. he had been avoiding you. but he also had his reasons. with a slightly amused smile, he decides to fess up and tell you the truth. the alcohol had made him a bit more bolder than he usually is.

"wanna know why i was always avoiding you?" he quips, waiting for your response. when you stay silent, waiting for an answer, he continues.

"you're just so... likable. i was afraid that if i started to like you, i wouldn't be able to think straight. maybe i would've driven myself crazy over you, or something."

he chuckles softly, looking down at his hardwood desk before looking back up at you. your eyes are tinted with something softer after hearing his confession, and his heart skips a beat.

without thinking, caleb glances at your plump lips. and for the first time since he's met you, he wonders what it would feel like to kiss you. to taste you.

the moment passes by as quickly as it came. he tears his gaze away from your lips before meeting your gaze again, adding:

"but now you're all i can think about."

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ — colonel!caleb walks you back to your quarters on the same night. the air between you two is charged with something neither of you can quite put your finger on, but it's not uncomfortable at all.

the barracks are quiet around this time. it's peaceful compared to the chaos that usually ensues in the morning, but your side of the living quarters are relatively calmer. you think know that you wouldn't mind living on base full time. it would give you an excuse to see caleb every day.

now, he's just caleb. not "colonel caleb", or "superior", just "caleb". your caleb.

your walking slows as you two approach a small, grey building to the far west of the residential areas. it's a bleak, two-story building, meant to hold up to six to eight residents. this was where the medical staff lived.

"well, this is me," you turn to face caleb, absentmindedly swaying on your feet. a force of habit you developed when you became awkward or nervous. he notices, but doesn't comment. "thanks for the drink."

he nods in response, hands in the pockets of his slacks.

"yeah, of course. any time."

neither of you make a move to leave, standing in front of each other under the flickering lamplight. you can smell him from here -- the expensive cologne he uses, the whiskey on his breath... it's intoxicating.

oddly enough, it's caleb who breaks the silence. he gives you a soft, teasing smile, one you've dubbed a "caleb special".

"alright, then. goodnight, doc."

you crack a smile yourself, and you look up to observe his soft expression. the smile on his face is new. rare, even, and it makes your heart flutter in your chest. he only smiles like that with you.

his violet eyes twinkle under the moonlight, which also serves to make his sharp features seem soft. you swallow the lump in your throat.

then, with a surge of confidence-- alcohol, or maybe both-- you lean closer and press your lips to his. caleb stiffens, but doesn't pull away, instead wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

you can taste the leftover alcohol on his lips, mingled with those tinned candies he always keeps at his desk. when you begin to pull away, he pulls you back, and the sensation is intoxicating.

finally, he relents, allowing you to pull away. the way he looks at you is softer now, and it makes warmth bloom in your chest. unable to help yourself, you lean in for one last quick kiss. this time, it's chaste and straight to the point.

"goodnight, colonel."

really tempted to write a part 2...... i rushed it at the end but ugh omg my heart. they're so cute.

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@alyceres 2026

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[amaraenth1ne]

a snippet of a comcubine!caleb fic i’ve been cooking up since…forever. because feral dog caleb is everything to me

(mdni! puppy’s just hungry for a treat.)

Privacy is a luxury that even royalty cannot afford. In your bedchamber, you may be away from prying eyes, but the walls of the palace are thin, leaking rumors and secrets like a sieve. You know exactly what the nobility, guards, even the peasantry say about your relationship with the Commander; your most trusted advisor; your truest friend and fellow ward of the late queen. Your family.

Such fraternization is unbecoming of a ruler. It’s inappropriate; reckless, scandalous. Even dangerous.

Because where you come from, part of a queen’s value is her ability to strengthen the realm through carefully curated alliances, and everybody knows the easiest way to do that is through marriage. The promise of someone to warm their bed, another kingdom to rule, more power to amass. A legacy.

In your eyes, a cage.

Duty could not change who you are at your core: what you value above all is not more territory to claim — it’s your indepedence. You don’t need some stranger telling you how to run your kingdom, yet more than that, submitting yourself to becoming another man’s bride means giving up the one thing you hold even dearer than freedom.

The other illusion of royalty, of course, is choice.

“So what will you tell them?” Caleb leans against a bedpost, watching you tug at the clasps of the torture devices you call footwear before he takes pity, motioning for you to sit. Once you’re perched in the plush chair warmed by the hearth, he kneels to expertly unfasten your shoes and slip them off. “You won’t be able to delay this decision much longer, you know.”

Sighing, you chew on your lip, using a similar tactic to procrastinate your response. There’s a thin line between diplomacy and dishonesty.

“It seems I no longer have many options. I’ll have to give them what they want…or at least, make it appear so.”

His brow arches. “And how do you plan to do that?”

“I’ll meet with the king,” you begin, plotting as the words spill out. “And ensure he comes to the conclusion that this alliance will not benefit him or his kingdom. Then, the counsel will have no choice but to drop the matter for now.”

“But…you need this alliance. How else do you plan to end the war?”

“I don’t need anyone. We’ve survived this long, and with you commanding my armies, we’ll see victory eventually. We just have to last through the winter.”

You’re pleased at how self-assured you sound, since none of it is genuine. It’s a plan full of holes easily poked, and you know it, yet you insist on maintaining the stubborn delusion until it falls apart. The worst part is that he will let you.

“I appreciate your confidence in my skills, buuut… Do you really mean to say you don’t need anyone?” Caleb’s voice lowers. The velvety, slippery texture of every word reminds you of a snake’s hiss before striking.

“You know what I meant,” you sigh. “Obviously, I need your strategic mind and sword. It’s the rest of them I can do without.”

The fire ignites the gold in his eyes as he gazes up at you unflinchingly, resting an elbow on his thigh and staring up at you through his lashes — the very picture of a devoted subject.

“Is that all you need me for, your Majesty?” He purrs.

From beneath your skirts, he lifts your bare foot to his lips, kissing the bridge and up your calf. Higher and higher your hem is pushed up to expose your skin to his hot, dry lips.

“Caleb…”

You always start by saying his name like that, and end by screaming it instead. You pretend it’s a real attempt at stopping him, that you mean it, that you’ve done something to reprimand him for his technical insubordination, but you both know it’s nothing more than a bit of balm for your guilty conscience.

“I’ll support whatever choice you make — and not just as your subject. You know that,” Caleb breathes against your knee. By now, he’s bunched the folds of your gown up to your thighs. “But I want that choice to be yours. Not mine, not the king’s, and certainly not the council's.”

“I…I know…but –”

Whatever half-hearted protest you may have made dies in your throat, reborn as a soft gasp in response to the tickle of his lips on the inside of your thigh. Suddenly, diplomacy is the furthest thing from your mind. When his mouth is on your skin, there is no war, no world outside the walls; despite how horrible it makes you to forget, even for a moment.

But surely you deserve this. Both of you deserve to live in your own little world for a minute, don’t you?

“Don’t ever forget who you are. And don’t forget…”

Your hips, traitorous things that they are, lift by a silent command, allowing your general to slide your linen undergarments down your legs.

“...Who I am to you.”

You only have time for a single sharp intake of breath to brace yourself before his head dives between your legs, nuzzling the heated, soft flesh of your thighs, nosing at your dewy center and devouring its nectar until you’re forced to stifle your moans by biting into his hand. There’s still a faint ring of teeth marks from the last time.

Caleb makes a point of “helping you relax” after every stressful council meeting (which is all of them), but this time is more than routine. The imprint of his fingertips on you is a declaration; a reminder in plain sight – while you may belong to the kingdom in spirit, and someday; to another man in body, you will never stop being his.

Down to your soul.

[spacekittiesmeow]

YOUR HUSBAND IS C☆MING .ᐟ

SYNOPSIS :☆: it's your wedding day!

zayne ⋮ he's too overwhelmed seeing you in white .ᐟ caleb ⋮ you just cannot get your hair right .ᐟ xavier ⋮ your wedding is in 5 hours and you haven't slept a wink .ᐟ rafayel ⋮ he finally gets to fuck his bride .ᐟ sylus ⋮ he's not allowed to see you .ᐟ

CW :☆: MDNI! unprotected sex (p in v), semi-public sex, blindfolding, spit play, overstimulation, edging, dirty talk, thigh-fucking, creampie, rafayel nearly ebbing, LIs being mushy

ZAYNE LI ☆

It’s a modest wedding—just close friends and family gathered to bless the two of you. Still, you’re getting married. So here you are, dressing together, and Zayne—god, zayne, is overwhelmed at the sight of you in white. Ready to marry him.

And he doesn’t know what to do with it than to—

“y-yes, use me.” His hand comes up to your chin, grip trembling as he pulls you into a messy, desperate kiss, your lipstick smearing across his mouth. Your wedding dress is bunched at your waist, layers swallowing your husband-to-be as he pistons his hefty dick into you from below. You grind down into him, fingers tangled in his slicked-back hair, holding him there.

“hah—! how are you deeper than before?” you mewl, face in his neck, sucking marks into his heated skin. “can feel you s’deep…”

“you can, can’t you?” he bites back a sound only for it to rip through as a whimper. Your hot, gummy walls spasm around the whole of his length and his hand spreads across your back, holding you flush to him as his hips falter.

His cock twitches inside you before stilling. “on second thought, stay still.” he pulls away. “Let me move. We can’t have you getting too hot.”

He’s moving before you can nod. And all you can do is clutch him tight while his cock grinds into your cervix at each long stroke of his. Your knees dig into the strong muscles of his thighs.

“mmfuuck—!” you cry, eyes squeezing shut.

“spread your legs. We’ll ruin your dress.” His legs part, guiding you wider for him. and somehow, it gives him enough leverage to pull out of you alllll the way out and then bury himself to the hilt, dragging his thick cock over every sensitive inch of your walls in lewd schlick schlick schlicks despite the layers.

His hand disappears in your dress, fingers brushing over the lace garter around your thigh and then higher to part your soaked folds.

“w-wait I’m gonna cum.” You tell him. his pace grows desperate.

“mngh… don’t worry,” he pants, losing whatever composure he had left. “I am too.”

His thumb finds your clit, moving through your slick—down to your hole—where your puffy pussy lips are stretched around him to the limit—and back up to the throbbing bud.

waves of heat roll over your body as you cum with a silent cry. You feel him jump in you, balls tightening against your ass. “finish in me,” you tell him.

He lets out a strangled moan—unable to muster up the composure to protest—spurting jets of warmth in you, pumping you full of his load. Your spasming cunt wriiings out every last drop of release.

He pulls your face close to his, nose bumping with yours as you come down together. He places a small, shy kiss on the bridge of your nose.

“shall we go get married now?”

CALEB XIA ☆

It was supposed to be right. And it was—on paper. It was a wedding ripped right out of the cheesy dramas you binge. except. Your hair didn’t get the memo. Your bridesmaids sat helpless while you handled it in tears—only to toss the curling wand away.

“heyy, what’s wrong?” caleb invites himself in the room. The women step out immediately.  Screw the not-seeing-the-bride-before-the-wedding bad luck. This was bad enough.

You sniffle, pressing your face into his chest. “caleb it’s all falling apart…” you look up at him with teary eyes and before you can even stop yourself, your lips crash against his.

“fuck baby—you’re extra soft today, mm?” his long cock pummels into you. his hand reaches down, peeling away a layer of your dress. “hold it up f’me, pips.”

You’ve clutching the thick layers against your chest like your life depends on it while your fiancé absolutely obliterates your leaky cunt one thrust at a time. “s-slow down ‘leb…” you whimper, back arched like a bow for him.

“slow down? how do you plan on making it on time to our wedding?” he chuckles, leaning down to spread your swollen, slick coated pussy lips to reveal your pulsing little bud for him. he drools at the sight. And doesn’t let it go to waste. His warm spit lands on your aching bud, trickling down to mix with the juices you ooze out.

He watches the way your poor, overstretched cunny still manages to swallow him—and god he knows he’s too big for you but look at you. tears prickling at your eyes, whimpering under him dressed in white to be married to him. how on earth did he get so lucky?

“m’so clooose—!” you whine, thighs attempting to press together.

“good god, pips. Y’look so pretty round my cock…” he groans. His hand curls around your thighs hiking it up, letting his fat cockhead drill its way into your sinfully soft channel. His thumb brushes against your clit, rubbing it in tight circles, making you yelp beneath him.

it doesn’t take long for you to finish, clamping around him in wet pulses that his eyes rolling to the back of his skull. Still, he keeps moving. He keeps pounding you through that vision blanking orgasm, until you’re practically sobbing under him.

“mmf—please… s’too much—hic!” and still, you make no attempt to escape. You’re exactly where you want to be—your overstimmed pussy being bullied into another orgasm.

“jus’ like that, keep clamping baby. I’m right there…” he pants, leaning down to kiss a tear away. “you’ll let me cum in you, right? Let caleb stuff you full?”

“y-yes! yes please—oh?!” His dirty talk alone tips you over the edge again, milking him for his release. And he does. Ropes after ropes after ropes of hot, creamy cum pumping into your pussy.

And when you finally calm, he gathers your hair, fixing it into an elegant low bun—murmuring quiet “thank you”s through sniffles for marrying him.

XAVIER SHEN ☆

“I couldn’t sleep either.” You jolt at your fiancé’s voice behind you. You’re ecstatic. And in that excitement, you were dressed and ready before time. In 5 hours, the wedding you dreamed of begins. an early morning ceremony, walking the aisle under stars, sealing it with a kiss as sunlight finally breaks.

The venue lies hushed as you stand together on the balcony, gazing down at the flowered arch where you’ll soon be married.

“xav—ngh!” you grip the railing harder. Your pussy moulds so perfectly around your fiance’s cock, stretched obscenely wide.

His hand reaches around your throat to tip your chin up to have you watch the place you’d soon say vows at. “a-are you sure this will help you sleep?” his voice sounds too normal for his actions.

He’s nearly jackhammering into your velvety hole, causing it to squelch and ooze more of your love juices down your thighs. His foot nudges your legs farther apart, the need to drill deeper into you consuming him enough to bury his face in your hair and groan low.

“mmhm, mhm ye—ah!” you nod, hips pushing back to meet his deep pounding. “don’t want eye bags.”

By the pace at which he’s ramming into your pussy heat, you can already imagine it—imagine yourself walking toward him with shaky legs, his cum still leaking down your thighs. Fuck. There’s no way you were going to clean up after your session. Your legs are quivering at this point, held apart only by his knee.

“alright,” he murmurs, halting entirely. You bite back a whine. “keep them pressed if you want it that way.” He pulls out. His fingers find your gaping hole, two plunging in to coax out translucent strings of your arousal and his pre cum, smearing it between your thighs. And that’s when you feel the fat head of his cock again—pushing its way where your plush thighs press the tightest, and yet, making sure that your swollen clit isn’t left out.

“you keep looking at the arch,” he leans in, one of his hands guiding his cock between your syrupy slit. Your thighs press harder. You’re so close but there’s no way you’re cumming empty like this. He lets out a chuckle, soft enough to be mistaken as innocent. “are you going to cum to the thought of our wedding?”

He breaches your puffy lips again, sliding in with ease with the lewd amount of slick gathered there. “filthy girl… I’m right.” His hand presses down on your lower back, arching you for him as he buries himself balls-deep.

“oh! Hic—just… just let me cum, already!” you clamp around him, all the obscene ideas making your pussy walls stir.

Xavier’s fingers spread your ass cheeks for him and he sinks deeper than ever. You let out a choked sob—very close to rutting your needy clit against the glass if he keeps you on edge any longer. “it’s okay. I’m thinking of that too,”

He pinches your clit once and that has you creaming around his pulsing length. Your pussy clamping around him like heartbeat has him finishing too, keeping you plugged like that for a moment until you come down from the high.

“there’s no way I can sleep after this,” you pout. Xavior huffs out a fond laugh behind you.

“pfft okay, we’ll take a long nap together after the wedding,”

RAFAYEL QI ☆

You wanted to give him something unforgettable for your wedding—something truly special, because he’s been certain about marrying you for as long as you can remember. No exaggeration. And you knew simple nudes wouldn’t cut it.

Until an evil idea pops in your mind. You were no stranger to his “bride kink”. So why don’t you just play with that?

“fuckfuckfuck cutiieee,” he whines pathetically.

his eyes are snapped shut. All he can do is push his stuttering hips flush against yours, feeding your leaking cunt more of his stout inches—all while holding your dress as far away as he can from the mess. Your hole pulses, dribbling out a mixture of your cream and his pre cum that his angry red head can’t stop spilling.

“mngh you’re suuuch an angel—hah!” he grips your thighs, holding them apart as he destroys your overstimulated cunt. “such an angel for letting me fuck this pretty pussy in your wedding dress babymmff—”

He’s made you cum several times—on the pink muscle in his filthy mouth, his slender fingers and even on his pretty cock. And yet, he hasn’t finished once—holding back for lord knows what.

“ra-raf s’enough already!” you whine. It only spurs him more—he buries himself to the hilt, nudging your spongy spot, now swollen from his cruel overstimulation. “we’re gonna be late. Just cum!” your hips chase his as he pulls back and then with a lewd schliiick, slides back home.

“I know I know,” he rasps out too quickly. He’s flushed, dazed. Delirious. And god help you, it’s pushing you closer to that delicious edge. “wanna hold it out. Wanna tattoo the patterns of your pussy walls onto my dick,”

You let out a groan at that, walls fluttering around him in response. He starts moving once again. long brutal strokes, massaging you perfectly, warming you for yet another orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum…” you tell him, your hand coming down to rub your clit. He frowns before swatting your hand away with a pout, replacing it with his.

“me too,” he says fucking finally. “m’gonna fill my pretty little bride up.” he angles his cock to your sweet spot, making you cum so hard that you see stars.

“ohhh baby fuck—!” he groans deep, hips faltering as he spills into you. “take my cum, my pretty bride. Love feeding your womb…” he pumps his load into you, as deep as your body can take it. Until he begins to melt—

you nearly kick him away before he can start again.

“ow! What was that for?” he looks down, momentarily admiring the trail of white dribbling from your hole before he jumps to his feet.

“uh-oh uh-oh!” he grabs a rag and cleans you up in time.

And later, as you walk down the aisle toward him, you both can’t stop breaking into ugly, snotty laughter at the memory.

SYLUS QIN ☆

“boss lady!”

“boss-man’s back!”

The only downside to marrying the leader of Onychinus was the interruptions—even on your wedding day. You believed Sylus when he said you wouldn’t have to dirty your dress over “pests,” that he’d handle it himself. Still, that didn’t stop you from pacing, restless as you waited for him to return.

“how scandalous,” he lets out a rumble of laugh as you fuck yourself on his impossibly fat dick. “my fiancé ravaging her husband-to-be while our guests outside wait for us to be wed,”

“consummating our marriage before we’re even ma—"

“mmffuck! B-be quiet, sylus.” His cockhead brushes against your sweet spot and you keep him there, grinding.

His fingers hook under the blindfold to see that fucked out expression on your face that only his dick manages to poke out of you. “do-don’t! keep it on.” You swat his hand away. He chuckles, holding his hands up in surrender.

“I can’t see you before the ceremony but you can fuck me? you’re only following rules that are conveni—” you silence him with a kiss, teeth sinking into his plump lower lip. He hisses, before kissing you fervently, holding you still as he pistons his cock into you, just where you want it. You sob into his mouth—all which he happily swallows.

He flips the two of you. “sylus don’t take it—”

“mm im hurt, kitten. do you truly think i need to see you to fuck you proper?” with that, he’s dragging you to his hips, sheathing himself back into you.

“sy o-oh!” your voice cracks as you let out a scream—too far gone to care about the people murmuring outside. “m’gonna cum,”

Sylus leans down, his hot breath fanning over your temple. “I know you were worried. But we are getting married.” He promises, his pace slowing to deep, long thrusts—still managing to knock the air out of your lungs. You sob out, nodding in agreement. “right after I make you cream,”

His hips slam into yours, each thrust punching out choked sounds out of you. his fingers find your clit, gathering all that syrup you’ve dribbled for him. and ohhh the way he touches you down there is nothing short of obscene. A stark contrast to your perfect, innocent white wedding dress you’re getting fucked in.

He massages your pussy lips, fingers moving from your wide-stretched hole, to your clit and back down. he parts your slit only to close your puffy pink lips back around his length as he spears into you with reckless abandon.

Your back feels like it snapped in two as you finish, chanting his name. one more thrust into your juicy, quivering hole has him pumping his thick load into you.

“am I to marry you in this?” he plays with the edge of the cloth over his eyes, still huffing.  

“touch it again and you will,”

[fxiryzxne]

Soul left my body each fackin time too I love this

[orchardjasmine]

Caleb x fem!reader CWs: heavy pseudo-incest, stomach bulge, Caleb's a meanie, dub-con if you squint but MC's into it, trust Please enjoy my 'fuck you' to the incessant censorship of Caleb's trope in EN.

"Caleeeeb!" You whine, digging your heels into Caleb's ass trying to get him to push deeper inside you. "Stop being mean! I'm your sister!"

"No, no, noo." He chuckles cruelly. "I’m just your friend remember. That was how you introduced me to your work friends, riiiight?"

"You-you know I don't want that!" You stutter.

His cock slips in the tiniest bit further, his tip notching inside your hole, before sliding back out again.

"What do you want then?" He drawls. "You want me to call you my baby sister while I’m fucking you?"

You nod, tears brimming in your eyes from the frustration of him refusing to fuck you like you need.

"You want me to talk about how much I looove being deep inside my sister's little pussy?" He goads.

"P-please." You whimper.

"Ooh, but I'm just your little childhood bestie." He gives a harsh thrust into your cunt, finally burying himself to the hilt. "The little boy you hung out with for playdates."

He's getting mean and he sounds genuinely disgusted at the idea of not being your brother.

His thrusts are slow but so incredibly deep. You peek down at your stomach and can see the hint of a bulge pressing through with each snap of his hips.

"Oh f-fuck." You moan, pussy clamping down around his cock.

"I'm not the brother who taught you everything you know." He says through gritted teeth. "Not the brother who practically raised you, who bandaged your knee and wiped your tears when you had a fall."

Your tits bounce every time he drives his cock into you and, god, somehow you can feel him in your throat.

"Caleb, please." You whimper again quietly.

"Noooo." He continues, paying you no mind. "I’m just your sweet, innocent friend who happened to live with you," He grunts, shoving his cock in your cunt to emphasise his point. "Be adopted by the same person as you," Another firm thrust. "Who called you his sister his whole entire life."

A tear rolls down the side of your face. You're so overwhelmed, not only by the feel of his cock deep inside your pussy but by the words spilling from his mouth.

"Definitely - hng -" His voice is strained. "Definitely not your big brother who fills your needy cunt every night."

Caleb's thrusts become frantic and his cock keeps slamming into your g-spot over and over again. You can feel the rise in your tummy building up, the one that signifies you're about to make a huge mess all over the sheets.

And then he stops. Holds himself impossibly deep inside you with a long groan.

"F-fuck you, Caleb!" You cry hoarsely. "I was about to come!"

"Say it." He enunciates with purpose, eyes piercing into yours. "Say I'm your brother."

"You know you are!" You pout, refusing to give in.

"Stop being stubborn." He presses down gently on your belly where his cock is peeking through.

"Oh god, Caaaleeeb!" You're keening underneath him, the tip of his cock rubbing up against your g-spot with every desperate roll of your hips up to him.

"Say. It." He leans down even closer to your face, breaths intermingling. "Or I won’t let you come."

You try to turn your head away from him but one of his hands comes up to grasp the back of your head, turning and pulling it up so your foreheads are pressed together and he stares deep into your eyes.

"C'mon." He coos softly. "Be a good little sister."

You let out a quiet sob.

"Y-you're," You sniffle. "You're my b-big brother."

"Mhmm." He moans loudly, fucking into you relentlessly once more. "That’s right, my sweet, baby sister."

The fist in your hair tightens and you feel his hot breath against your face.

"I’m not your fucking kid friend from your childhood." He snarls.

"I’m."

Thrust.

"Your."

Thrust.

"Brother."

Have any ideas you'd like me to write? Send me an ask and I just might!

[hunterxkat]

sleepy sex with caleb

caleb/reader (you)

tags: nipple play, slight asphyxiation, creampie

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It was already 1am, but you couldn't help yourself. Caleb was half asleep, but you were wide-eyed in the dark. Your imagination was getting the better of you and it was starting to consume you. Caleb told you before that it was alright to touch him when he slept, so your hands don't hesitate when they reach down to Caleb's softened member under his briefs, squeezing until he hardens under your ministrations.

"Pipsqueak," he mutters, eyes half shut. Even sleepy, you knew he wouldn't say no to you. "What are you doing? Do you want it?"

It. Of course you did. You nod back vehemently, and though he can't see you in the nighttime, you know he can hear the rustling of the sheets. He understands. He leans closer to you, leaving the domain of his side of the bed to invade into the space of your pillow. His lips find yours and the kiss is warm and wholehearted. His warm hand reaches out to you under the blankets. They slide under your shirt where his skin warms up your belly before he's reaching higher, up to your breasts, and squeezes the mounds of flesh. You relax as he massages you but suddenly tense when he grazes your nipple. He lightly pulls and rubs at one before moving onto the other. You help him by lifting your shirt up. When he spreads his fingers and grazes both of your nipples at the same time, you can't help the long, low moan you release into his mouth.

"You like that?" he says softly, eyes still shut. His breath is heavy against your lips. He feels soft and cozy next to you, but the movement of his fingers across your chest feels like sin. They spark pleasure up your spine and make it difficult to concentrate on kissing. He asked if you liked that, but you know answering is useless; it's rhetorical because he already knows the answer from the way you're shuddering, by how you're struggling to keep your lips on his since you can barely catch your breath. Your chest has always been your weak spot and Caleb loves to exploit it.

Not one to be selfish, you want Caleb to feel good too. So you stroke him again until you feel a bead of precum well up. You spread his precum across the entire head before stroking the shaft again. He swells under your hand, so erect that the foreskin stays peeled back. When he sharply pulls on one of your nipples, the cry he elicits from you seems to trigger something in him. His cock wells up with fluid again, and his breathing against your lips grows heavier. When you slip your tongue into his mouth, searching for his, his breathing roughens before he takes over to dominate the kiss.

Yes, you think. You've managed to rile him up and you moan to let him know of your receptivity.

Every time his fingers brush against both your nipples simultaneously, you feel yourself growing wetter in your underwear. Unable to take it any longer, you let go of his member only to slip your hand under your own waistband to furiously pleasure yourself. Caleb's disappointed by the loss of contact but hums in approval when he realizes what you're doing.

He detaches his lips from yours. Instead, he cups and squeezes one of your breasts before tilting his head down to suck on them. You whine when his teeth graze against the sensitive nub. They harden under his touch, even more so as his tongue laves against the skin, as he engulfs on them as if trying to draw milk out. He moves from one to the other before returning again. Your fingers are relentless where you're pleasuring yourself. The soft sounds Caleb makes as he has his way with you, the way electricity runs up your spine, it's all too much. Your toes curl into the sheets as your muscles tighten and you fall over the edge, your breath knocked out of your lungs.

Suddenly, you're much too sensitive. Each touch becomes almost painful and you push Caleb's mouth away.

"Please," you whisper. "I can't take it." He obliges, his head falling back against his own pillow again. Your body is still buzzing from your release, but you reach out for Caleb's cock again. This time, his entire member is soaked. Just from sucking on your breasts.

You coat his shaft with the fluids and listen to the gasps he makes. Without warning, you urge him to take off his briefs then rearrange yourself so you face where he's tumescent. You swallow him into your mouth and undulate your head. You can't see his expression, but you imagine it: eyebrows furrowed, mouth agape, face slack.

He runs fingers through your hair, trying to push back the strands so they're not in your face. He's salty and his body scent is slightly sweet. You bob your head as his sticky fluids coat your mouth. You even run your tongue over the wrinkled skin of his balls and feel them tighten up. Your hand caresses the shaft while you do this, even wrapping the palm of your hand over the slick head. Caleb practically curls in on himself when you do this, the tip too overstimulated. You only release him when he tugs harshly at your hair. Stars are swimming in his vision.

"C'mere," he says, breathless. He draws you back up and onto him so you're straddling his middle. He reaches under you, pulling aside your underwear and lining himself up. Slowly, you sink down. It's been awhile since you two have done this. His cock is stretching you open and you relish in the sensation of the intrusion. Once fully seated, you lean down for a quick kiss as you get used to his size. You rise up and start bouncing, feet planted firmly on the mattress, hands against his chest for leverage. When he tries to touch your breasts again, you whine in disapproval; your chest is too overstimulated now, nipples so stiff that it's bordering on pain. You redirect his hand down to your clit instead, and arch your back as he rubs your bud.

You never can manage to be in this position for long, so when he senses your tiredness, Caleb rolls you off him. Despite his drowsiness, he pulls you to the edge of the bed until your legs dangle off. He positions himself between your legs, aligns his member, and pushes in.

You don't make a sound as he starts thrusting, but your eyes are closed, savoring the movements and touch. You bite your lip so hard it leaves a bite-shaped indent.

Perhaps Caleb thinks your silentness is an inimical sign, so he lifts your legs until your ankles are on his shoulders. He pushes your thighs together and starts grinding deep into you, repeatedly pushing hips against hips until it feels like he's splitting you open. You can't help moaning at the pleasurable pain.

Relief washes over Caleb when sound finally leaves your lips. He wants to hear you coming apart for him, after all. For good measure, he grinds desperately into you unceasingly, angling his hips differently each time he presses in. You swear his tip is abusing the opening of your womb, pushing against your cervix like as if he's seeking entrance. He keeps it up until you're practically crying.

Finally, he draws your legs apart again and holds onto the back of your knees, bending your legs into your chest. He pistons his hips, dragging loud, sharp wails out of you. It's not enough for Caleb though. You got him all riled up and if he can't see your melting expressions in the dark, he at least wants to hear you and he wants to hear you loud. So he does what he knows you love.

His hands move away from your bent legs and reaches up to your throat. One hand on either side, fingers curling around you. He doesn't press down hard, just enough to put pressure on your windpipe, to show you who's boss. And you trust Caleb so wholly—trust that he'd never actually harm you—that the pressure cascades utter pleasure through you instead of fear. He holds you for leverage as he wildly jackhammers.

Your gasps are sharper and breathier from the lack of air and the occasional moans you emit are cut out each time he presses his fingers down a little harder. Every single sound you make is music to his ears.

At some point, it gets too much for you and you can't control how your cunt clamps down on him. Your muscles tighten around his cock so intensely that if you both weren't so wet and leaking for the other that Caleb wouldn't even be able to thrust any further. You squeeze around his cock until it feels like he's the one who's being choked.

Finally, his breath begins to stutter before his hips do. He lets go of your neck to grip your hips instead in a bruising hold, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your pelvis.

"Fuck," he swears, "I'm gonna cum."

You nod and whine in approval. Your hand moves down to rub against your own clit.

"Shit," he wheezes. "Are you touching yourself?"

You don't answer him because soon after, he lets out a choked sound and stills. His cock pulses against your walls as he releases ropes inside you. Even in his daze, he takes over for you. His thumb rubs against your clit over and over, and when you reach your second climax, you wrap your legs around him to pull him hither as your walls constrict his member. This movement collapses him over you, his body completely spent. When his cock softens and slips out, you feel his fingers push his release back into you, so a part of him remains inside you always. It's perverse, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

[feelthemadnessinside]

Recon (Caleb Xia x fem!reader, 18+)

Plot: You are oddly suspicious when Caleb, Fleet Colonel and your wonderfully unhinged husband of several years, doesn't whine about you leaving him alone when you tell him that you'll be away for a conference (he hates those damn things), only to realise he has bugged your hotel room with cameras- again.

Notes: Explicit. Mutual Masturbation through surveillance cameras. Gentle Dom!Caleb. Warning not to romanticise this behaviour irl obvs.

P.S. Happy Birthday Caleb!! Please become real and then drag me to the altar thanks 😩🙏

You are away for a conference abroad, your schedule jam-packed. You know Caleb hates letting you leave- even though he has become better at dealing with it as years have gone by. Now you just have call daily and always respond to his messages promptly before he sends his soldiers to come extract you from some perceived danger rather than him trying to actually lock you away, thinking that you were trying to run away from him.

You return to the hotel room- a presidential suite that Caleb himself has booked for you- neck stiff and eyes tired. You take a quick shower and change into your sleep clothes before picking up your phone to call Caleb, not really caring about the time-zone since you know he's going to pick up no matter what.

"Pipsqueak!" his eager voice rings in your ears, making a smile curve on your lips.

Gosh, you hated being away from him too.

"Hey handsome, hope you didn't miss me too much," you say as you slump onto the bed with a tired sigh "or skip your meals."

"I didn't...you know I wouldn't disobey you." he says sweetly "But you have been walking around barefoot. I told them to put slippers from that brand you like. Please put them on, you will get cold."

You freeze.

“Caleb…are you watching me right now?” You ask blankly, doing your unimpressed and annoyed voice.

There is a moment of silence on the other side before he huffs a laugh.

"My beautiful, intelligent wife... I can never fool you, can I?"

"You're impossible," you say, but your voice has gone soft around the edges. After all these years, it doesn’t really shock you- your husband's idea of protection and love was rather twisted.

"And you're tired. You keep rubbing the back of your neck the same way you do when those conference chairs wreck your spine. Did you eat dinner?"

"I did."

"Good girl."

You close your eyes. The ceiling stretches above you, and somewhere in that ceiling, hidden so seamlessly you'd never spot it without knowing to look, is the small red blinking dot that has become a familiar sight over the years.

Your husband is watching you.

You know it was outrageous. A huge violation of privacy, and you should be angry on principle. Probably should have run away years ago and put out a restraining order on him.

But you feel yourself relaxing instead. It’s a strange comfort now, being watched by him, knowing that he would act promptly the moment you were in danger simply because his eyes were always on you.

It was twisted, very ethically-questionable, but you never did anything to really stop him. Not like you had anything to hide- he was your husband. He had seen more of you than any other person. He could plant bugs wherever he wanted that would put his anxious mind at ease.

"I miss you." you say softly.

"Hmm I can see... you are needy aren't you?"

Your breath hitches.

"Lay back... and take everything off except your panties."

"Not wearing any." you say as you strip off your clothes, leaving you bare on the soft sheets.

You hear a loud, ragged inhale through the reciever "You are killing me..." he grunts "Spread your legs. Let me look at my pussy."

You obey, spreading your thighs wide and shivering a little as the cool AC air hits your glistening mound.

"You are wet already? Looks like my pussy knows when it should be ready for her owner." he grunts, and you hear the rustling of a belt "Now touch yourself. Two fingers."

You whimper as you slick two of your fingers with your spit and rub them on your pussy lips, before entering yourself with a needy moan, head tilting sideways to burrow in the pillow. Your finger move slow but firm, drawing out the pleasure till you hear his tutt from the receiver.

"Is this how I fuck you, pipsqueak? Hmm?"

You shudder "Caleb-"

"Move the way my cock moves in you, pipsqueak. Go on... be good"

You bite your lips before you start thrust your fingers in faster, your back arching as the familiar pressure starts to build up in your belly.

"Calebcalebcalebcalebcaleb"

"Hmmm you're doing so well...but this isn't enough" he grunts, breathing heavily as the shlick shlick of him stroking his cock burns in your ears, "Put another finger in. I forget sometimes how tiny you are."

You whimper as you put another finger in, the added thickness stretching you almost as obscenely as his cock does, and he moans seeing you buck through the cameras.

"Just like that. Yes...fuck, look at you," he grunts as you moan loudly and unashamed "Look at my pussy stretching open for me. I don't even need to be there, and she obeys."

Your core quivers at his words as you crook your fingers to rub your g-spot.

"Yes, yes she is so obedient. She will be so good Caleb."

"Fuck," he whimpers as his cock throbs painfully, close to the edge as he watches you bring yourself to the brink.

The call dissolves into heavy breath and broken moans as you both cum together, the distance between you collapsing into something almost tangible, the red light of the camera blinking steadily overhead.

You pulse slows as the orgasm subsides, the tension bleeding out of your body as you slump back on the bed, wetness coating your core, your thighs and wrinkling your fingers as you pull them out.

"There," he murmurs thickly, and you can picture the way his jaw would unclench, the way his shoulders would drop at having satisfied you. "That's better. You were wound so tight I could see it from here."

You giggle. “Did I do that right?”

“Yes…so good.” He rasps “Such a good girl. My good girl.”

You preen happily at the praise, sighing contently as your body hums.

The silence that follows isn't empty- it's full of the thousand little things you'd say if you were in the same room. The way he'd pull you against his chest. The kiss he'd press to your hairline that would then travel down to your lips and the pulse in your throat. The impossible warmth of him, always running hotter than any normal person.

"Drink some water," he says eventually. "Then sleep. You have the panel tomorrow at nine."

You stretch, already reaching for the bottle on the nightstand. "You memorized my itinerary."

"Of course I did."

Of course he did. Because this is who he is- the man who would move heaven and earth and several international privacy laws just to catch a single glimpse of you. The man whose love came wrapped in military-grade surveillance equipment and unhinged devotion.

You settle back against the pillows, phone pressed to your ear, and watch that small red light blink in the darkness above you. Once. Twice. Steady and constant.

"Bye, baby." you hum sleepily before cutting the call, knowing that Caleb would still watching as you doze off into a blissful sleep.

[thewrldx]

caleb comes home to a surprise...

CW: rough sex, unprotected sex, light edging, use of toys (dildo), use of pet name slut, jealousy and possession

omg hi. its been a while. happy late birthday caleb and i hope everyone enjoy this. i forgot how to write.

It's quiet in your bedroom, a candle flickering against the wall, a seductive addition to the slick, wet noise of the silicone moving in and out of you.

The toy you had bought last week was an impulsive purchase, something to ease the ache your poor pussy felt after weeks of Caleb being gone. A secret thrill runs through you every time you use it—it's a poor substitute, but a substitute nonetheless.

You whimper and squirm against the sheets, teasing your entrance before shoving it back inside, pumping your wrist and hoping it eases the ache that Caleb's cock left you craving.

Then the door creaks open, and you freeze, the toy still buried deep inside you. Mortification covers your body faster then the sheets could.

Caleb stands in the doorway, still in uniform. He doesn't look angry, but there's a possessive glint in his eyes that tell you exactly how he feels about seeing something else inside you.

"What's this?"

"Caleb!" you choke, face flushing red. "Oh my god… I thought you—you were still on the trip!"

He doesn't move at first. He just lets the strap of his travel bag slide from his shoulder and hit the ground with a heavy thud. With his gaze fixed on you, he finally takes a step closer to the bed.

"I finished early. Thought I'd surprise you." He unzips his jacket slowly. "Seems I'm the one who's surprised."

You remain frozen, eyes tracking every movement he makes until he tosses the jacket onto a chair, and steps toward the edge of the bed. His voice drops to a husky whisper.

"Did you miss me that much, baby? Had to find a replacement?"

"I'm so sorry," you stammer. "I was just… craving something inside me, you know? It's been so long and…"

You cut off your rambling as he climbs onto the bed. The mattress dips beneath his weight as he kneels before you, one hand braced near your hip. The other hand reaches for the sheet you're clutching.

"Sorry?" Caleb's fingers curl into the fabric, holding it taut. "Don't be sorry for wanting that pretty pussy to be filled.” He smirks, but it’s tight. “But you should be sorry for using a piece of plastic for that. You have me."

You whimper, pressing your legs together as though somehow you could hide the toy.

"But… you weren't here. I had to do something."

Caleb tsks softly.

"That's not an excuse. You should've waited for me."

Before you can react, he yanks the sheet away, exposing you completely. Cool air rushes across your skin, and despite your best efforts, the toy is only hidden by the way it's nestled inside you. Caleb's eyes lock onto it, and a muscle ticks in his jaw.

Instinctively, you reach down, only for Caleb to swat your hand away. His own fingers wrap around the base of the dildo as he slowly pulls it from you. The slick, pink silicone glistens in the dim light.

A shaky breath leaves you as he holds it up—to your further embarrassment—examining it with a dark, unreadable expression.

"You went out and bought this?" His voice is a low, disapproving rumble. "Got yourself all worked up for a fake dick?"

You don't reply, too ashamed to meet his gaze as it flicks down to the mess between your thighs.

"It got you nice and wet, didn't it?"

He taps the toy on your clit, making you jolt.

"I'm talking to you."

"I was thinking of you!" you protest, squirming as he rubs the tip through your swollen folds. "I swear, Caleb. I want you—want you so much more."

Caleb doesn't look convinced, especially not when he pushes the toy back inside you and watches your pussy flutter around the length.

"Oh yeah?" he growls, drawing it out before pushing it back in again. "Then why are you making those sweet noises for it, huh?"

You writhe against the sheets, pleasure curling through your body. It's not just the toy—it's Caleb. The way he's looking at you. The way he's talking to you. The way each thrust forces you to feel every inch of a dick that isn't his.

A moan slips from your lips. You can’t help it. You’ve missed him… any attention from him.

Caleb presses a firm hand against your thigh, ensuring your legs stay draped wide and trembling as he increases the pace.

"Fuck," he groans. "Look at you."

He shoves the dildo deep.

"Is it better than me? Is that why you bought it?"

You shake your head immediately, trying to catch your breath.

"Oh fuck… it's not b-better… it's not—"

"Then why are you soaking wet for it?" His stare doesn't leave your face. "Why are you moaning like a slut for it?"

The question leaves you with no answer beyond another helpless sound. Your lips part, but nothing coherent comes out.

Caleb's jaw tightens as he drives the toy in once more, deep and hard before suddenly ripping it out of you. The sudden emptiness is cruel and leaves you cold, your pussy throbbing around nothing.

Caleb scoffs at your needy whine and tosses the toy across the room where it lands with a dull thud. Your pulse pounds in your ears as he crowds into your space, leaving no room for anything except him.

His hands are quick as they work his belt open, shoving down his pants and boxers until his cock is free.

You barely have a moment to admire the length you've missed so much before he’s tugging you towards him, and folding you in half. Your legs dangle from his shoulder as he positions himself between your thighs.

The tip of his cock brushes your entrance, a gentle warning that contradicts the harsh way he slams inside you. Your eyes squeeze shut from the stretch, your mouth parting in a gasp of pleasure.

His mouth crashes onto yours, swallowing the rest of your moan in a messy kiss as he begins to give you rough thrusts. His thick tip bullies your cervix, making up for everyday he's been gone.

He's so much bigger than the toy.

Warmer and real. It's making you fall apart.

"Oh s-shit…. oh Caleb… Caleb—!"

Your words dissolve into broken sounds, giving you no chance to recover between each pump of his hips. The room is getting stuffy, his balls smacking your ass with enough force to erase the memory of that silicone he'd found buried inside you.

When he finally pulls back to look at you, his eyes are dark and possessive. Sweat drips from his temple as his hands snake beneath your thighs, pushing them towards your chest as he fucks you harder.

"Missed you so much…"

Thrust.

"And this is what I come home to?"

Thrust.

The headboard knocks softly against the wall.

"Tell me I'm better."

Thrust.

"Now."

You gasp, fingers clawing at his biceps. The muscles in your thighs twitch and burn from the position.

"You're s'much better, 'Leb… mmmghhh—!"

"That's fucking right."

One hand leaves your thigh to grab your cheeks, forcing your glazed eyes back onto him. Your face is squished and hot beneath his palm.

"I catch you using it again," shivers run down your spine at his tone, "and it's going down your throat, understood?"

2026 © thewrldx

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