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Eyes On Me, Pips | Caleb x Reader

SYNOPSIS: The sequel to Part I - Watcha Thinkin' About, Pips? , where Caleb comes over to make good on his promise and is met with a pipsqueak with plans of her own.

TAGS: MDNI!! NSFW CONTENT!! Seriously, this contains explicit content, so minors please stop reading and scroll away. Perv!Caleb, Caleb using hidden cameras, smut, like very filthy and depraved smut, wholesome fluff, angst if you squint, both Caleb and Y/N are freaks and down bad for each other, allusion to voyeurism and exhibitionism, creampie, unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it), Caleb occasionally referred to as gege, seriously just very depraved stuff

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A/N: A little New Year's treat for you all, especially for you lovely readers who requested a part 2! Hoping this quenches your thirst for this delicious man, and as always, let me know your thoughts in the replies or my inbox so I know if you ever want more depraved Caleb content. Taglist is at the end, but do let me know if you wanna be added. Enjoy! ^^

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In the time it takes Caleb to get to your apartment, a list of several realisations has formed in your head.

One, that the man that you had been pining over your entire life actually wants you, too. In what capacity, you had yet to know. But he did.

Two, that the boy you had grown up with had planted devices in your apartment to spy on you, and had been watching you for a good, long while. Your face betrayed you and warmed at the idea of just how much he must have seen and heard. Deeper down, you hated that you liked it, and had to manually think about uncrossing your legs.

Three, that you were about to give him hell for it. Sure, you were going to confront him first and maybe get a gauge on what he feels for you, but that didn’t mean that you weren’t planning on making him beg.

Any and all nervousness had turned into dead calm by the half hour mark.

None of this was scary, not really. This was Caleb.

The same Caleb who taught you how to ride your first bike, and helped you with all your homework whenever you asked. The Caleb who cooked for you and went out of his way to make all your wishes come true. The one who brought you comfort and thought about you with every breath he took. Your Caleb.

There was no need to be anxious. A little angry, sure, but not nervous.

You’re lounging in the living room in your bathrobe, having decided to opt for it instead of getting fully dressed, when your train of thought is broken. You hear your front door click open, and a hesitant Caleb walks into your apartment, panting and obviously jittery.

He stills like a fawn in headlights, eyes slightly wide and Adam’s apple bobbing like the words are clawing at his throat. The door locks automatically, leaving the both of you in silence as he stares at you like he’s seeing you for the first time.

Caleb’s eyes linger at your mostly bare legs and he swallows thickly, and you see him force his eyes to trail upwards and look into yours like it took all the effort in the world to do so. You scoff.

It seems you were right in your assumption; forty minutes was plenty of time for a smug Caleb to turn into an overthinking one.

Before he can speak, you point at the couch across from yours. “Sit,” you command sternly, and you can visibly see his breath hitch as his body moves on autopilot and slumps onto the cushions.

“Pipsqueak,” he begins shakily, but the click of your tongue stops him dead in his tracks.

“Don’t you dare ‘pipsqueak’ me, Caleb,” comes your icy tone, and you see him flinch. “Did you think that you were just going to walk in here and get what you wanted? That I wouldn’t ask about the fact that you have been watching me all this time?”

He’s shaking his head in dissent before you’re even done, eyes pitiful as he stutters. “Y/N, no, I didn’t… I didn’t think that – ”

“Didn’t think, what? That I’d ever find out you’ve been spying on me like the perverted creep that you really are?” you throw right back at him, but he doesn’t flinch this time.

No. Instead, his hands grab a throw pillow nearby and slowly position it into his lap to hide his crotch. Your eyes widen.

“Wow, Caleb,” you say with a tone heavy with shocked laughter and disbelief. “You’re joking, right?”

Caleb looks slightly dazed, but he tries to blink the expression away when he answers you. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I’ve been imagining what you’d sound like when you call me that for years now.”

All the words you’d rehearsed in your head disappear, and he takes your silence as an invitation to continue.

“I… I have a confession to make,” he tells you in an anguished voice, as though what he’s saying has been tearing him apart from the inside for the longest time. “I’m terrible, pips. I have been all this time, and I’ve been trying so hard to pretend not to be.”

You study him for a moment, taking in the way his broad shoulders seem to shrink in on themselves, the way his eyes look anywhere but at you now, and how his fingers grip the pillow’s fabric so tightly that they’ve begun to turn white. With furrowed brows, you hum to allow him to continue.

“I’m in love with you,” he confesses in a rush, the words tumbling from his lips like they’ve been desperate to spill out his entire life. “I’ve been in love with you. For as long as I’ve known what love is, I have loved you. Everything I think of, everything I do, all of it leads me back to you. It’s like I don’t know how to exist if it’s not for you.”

Your breathing is suddenly uneven, and you feel a strange prickle of tears in your eyes. He goes on.

“I told myself I should just be thankful to be around you. That my feelings for you, my urges towards you, were wrong. But you’re you, and I couldn’t stop myself no matter how hard I tried. Your smile only turned more beautiful, the way you say my name more breathtaking, and being away from you felt like losing a piece of my soul until I had you back at my side again.”

“Caleb,” you begin, the syllables wobbly, but he continues.

“The year I spent without you was hell, Y/N,” he all but sobs out, his fingers leaving the pillow to rake through his brown locks in distress. “You have no idea how ecstatic I was to learn that you’d been looking for me, for any leads that would tell you what had happened to me. But it made me sick to be away from you, even sicker when I found out that you had so many new men to rely on in your life after I had been forced to leave your side.”

Your eyes squeeze shut as you attempt to will the tears away. “It’s not like that, Caleb.”

“They were all over you, just desperate to help. But that’s my role. Your gege’s, not theirs.” The fingers in his hair tug harder before he looks back up at you and meets your gaze, tone now eerily calm. “And then I found out that one of them lives here. Right upstairs.”

For a reason you can’t quite pinpoint, the sound raises the goosebumps on your arms.

“That’s when I put the cameras here. To watch over you. To make sure nobody took what was mine now that I was finally back,” he says a little breathlessly, the look in his eyes just a little far away.

“Nobody was going to take anything, Caleb,” you say gently, an odd urge to comfort him welling up inside you despite the situation.

His eyes soften when he looks at you, pleading, as though he yearned to touch you. “You don’t know that, pips. I see the way he looks at you. The way they all do. How couldn’t they? You’re perfect.”

You try to protest but he stops you, as though he refuses to have you disagree with whatever image he has of you in his head.

“You are, Y/N. I refuse, though. I refuse to let anyone else have you. The one who belongs by your side is me,” he interrupts brokenly, eyes gazing intently into yours.

You sigh, realising that he’s not willing to listen to any explanations regarding the others. Instead, you say, “I don’t even want anyone else, Caleb. Only you.”

You count eight seconds before he blinks at you, as though his brain had to have a soft reboot to begin to comprehend what you had just said to him.

In the gentlest tone, he asks, “What?”

You can’t help but laugh a little, the slight self-deprecation evident in your tone. “Wasted years pining over you when we could have done something about it sooner, huh? I want you, Caleb. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember.”

Before you can register his actions, Caleb is on his knees in front of you, hands wrapping around either of your ankles as he looks up at you like you’d just hung the stars in the sky.

Your breath hitches and he blinks back tears, the violet in his eyes shining in a way you’d never seen before. “Say it again,” he begs softly, “please.”

“I…” you start, but he’s already pulling you down by your robe to mould his lips to yours in the gentlest of kisses. He whimpers when his lips leave yours, then rises just enough to claim your lips again in a more passionate kiss, robbing you of your breath.

Your fingers make their way into the soft strands of his hair, drawing out a stuttered moan when your nails lightly graze his scalp. All this does is push him further, impatiently tugging on your lower lip with his teeth to make you gasp so his tongue could taste yours. When you part, the both of you are panting heavily, and he looks absolutely awestruck.

“You taste even better than I fantasised you would,” he admits in a hushed voice, expression already dazed. Your thighs twitch at his words, and he notices, sinking back down to his knees. “Won’t you let me taste more?”

It’s like your words have abandoned you, your breath stuttering and body on edge while you feel his hands trail up from your ankles to caress your knees. His eyes are desperate, begging for permission, and a single nod from you is all he needs before he gently pulls your thighs apart.

The action makes your bathrobe fall open, exposing the rest of you to Caleb’s ravenous gaze. He swallows thickly as his eyes wander, lingering on your chest, your stomach, and then down at your core. “Fuck, pips, you’re even more gorgeous in person.”

In person.

That’s right. You were supposed to be angry with him, and Caleb had managed to distract you from things that made you angry with him, just like he always did.

You snap out of your daze instantly and your hold on his locks tightens as you pull his head back to look down at him with mild irritation. “You know, you almost got away with making me forget why I was pissed at you.”

The tug on his hair only makes him moan, though, and Caleb looks up into your eyes knowingly while his lips tilt up into a lovesick smile. “You’re a dream.”

You don’t want him to know just how much you were also enjoying this, but he could see you get wetter. Of course he knew how equally depraved you were, he’d been watching you for months while you’d thought nobody could see the things you did to yourself in private. “You sick perv, you’re a terrible influence. I should be running away, kicking and screaming.”

The adoration in his eyes only seems to deepen, and the rasp in his voice only gets more and more desperate. “We’re a perfect match. Won’t you let me prove it to you, Y/N?”

“Beg for it,” you hum, and he whimpers without any shame.

“Please, pips, I’m on my knees for you. Please let me make up for spying on you all this time, hm? Won’t you please let gege make you feel good?” he pleads earnestly, fingers beginning to massage your twitching thighs as his pathetic state only made your arousal grow.

“Think you deserve it after what you did?” you ask sternly, but you hook your legs over either of his shoulders and slide down in your seat just enough for him, anyway.

“No,” he replies sincerely, nuzzling into your thigh and inhaling your scent like a desperate dog in heat. “Won’t you let me anyway? Please?”

You reach out to tangle your fingers in his soft brown hair again, pulling him closer so that his warm breath fanned over your wetness and made you whimper and squirm. It was all the instruction Caleb needed before leaning all the way in and making your back arch as his tongue met your folds.

The way Caleb ate you out was messy and obviously inexperienced, and you loved it. His nose nudged your clit with every lewd lick and suck, effectively making out with your pussy like a man starved while doing his hardest to shove his tongue as deep inside you as it would go.

It was overwhelming, making your thighs shake and your fists clench in his hair as you struggled to decide between pulling him even closer or pushing him away. You couldn’t tell what was making you feel so hot and flushed – the borderline pornographic moans he was drawing out of you in sheer bliss, or his own moans that desperately vibrated against your folds while he ate you out and humped the air.

Your eyes were rolled halfway into the back of your head when the sound of something akin to the shattering of a glass mug came from the apartment above yours, pulling the both of you back from your trance as you panted for air and stopped for a second.

A look of mortification crept onto your face as you realised that you’d probably been loud enough for your neighbours to hear.

For Xavier, of all people, to hear.

With a shit-eating grin and a smug look in his eyes, Caleb laughed loudly, his deep tone carrying easily to ensure that the other man could hear.

“Caleb,” you hiss, your legs back on the ground immediately as you stand up and hide yourself in your bathrobe again.

Caleb remains intentionally loud and smug, standing with you and hoisting you up princess style with one arm. “Yes, honey? I promised I’ll make you feel good, and I intend to deliver.”

You’re naked and sprawled out on your mattress within seconds, the desperation returning to Caleb’s eyes as he practically rips his clothes off of his skin. Your throat dries up immediately at the delicious sight of him, finally bare before you.

Every hour he had spent in training showed, and your mind quickly began to spiral down into depraved filth. Everything you had imagined him to be in the moments you touched yourself paled in comparison to the man now finally in front of you.

He approaches the bed and you instantly crawl forward, now equally dazed as your gaze zeroes in on his hard, leaking cock. “Gege, you won’t fit.”

A strangled moan leaves him when you say that, your mouth watering when you see it twitch in response to your words. Without any hesitation, your hand reaches out to wrap around his aching cock and stroke it languidly.

The shiver and gasp that leave him surprise you, and his hand immediately wraps around your wrist to stop your movement. “Don’t! Please Y/N, you can’t. I won’t last, I’ll – ”

Your fingers squeeze just a little harder, and his cum is already coating your chest and abdomen before his sentence is over. You look at how his eyes squeeze shut and his body shudders, biting your lip at the way his chest heaves and his head leans forward when he whimpers.

He opens his eyes to look at you, cheeks tinged pink and embarrassed at what had just happened, and you have the audacity to giggle at him.

You feel him twitch in your hand, giving away just how much he truly enjoyed this strange feeling of being laughed at by you so intimately, but something changes in Caleb’s eyes. He retracts the hand that had wrapped around your wrist, and you suddenly feel an invisible force pull you back and down onto your mattress, exposed and vulnerable as he looked at you with a sadistic smile.

“Had a good laugh, pipsqueak?” he asks in an eerie tone, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. You try to speak, but your lips won’t move.

The bastard was using his evol to keep you pliant.

A most indignant sound escapes your throat, and now it’s his turn to laugh at you. “You had your fun, didn’t you? I begged for you like a good boy, made you feel good enough to traumatise my competition, and what do you do, hm?”

The tenor in his voice makes your blood run cold, and you whimper softly. Despite that, your traitorous folds only seem to drool even more. Caleb sees that, of course, and his sadistic smile turns wolfish. “Tell me, Y/N, do you have anything else to laugh at me for?”

He knows you can’t speak. Can’t move. That you’re enjoying being completely at his mercy.

“I’ll tell you what,” he muses, eyes glinting as he crawls over you. “How about we make a deal? I amp down the gravity back to normal, and you make sure to moan the right name this time. Isn’t your gege generous?”

You whimper again, the slick between your thighs becoming uncomfortable. You try to struggle against his evol, desperate for some friction, and he chuckles in a way that makes your skin feel like it’s on fire.

His fingers draw patterns atop your stomach, admiring the drying remains of his orgasm with a hum, then slowly trail down to your core. He pushes a finger into you, making your walls clamp down immediately while he moans and you whimper in response.

“You’re so warm and tight, pips,” he almost whines, pumping inside your drenched pussy and adding another finger soon enough. Somehow, he managed to sound both desperate and smug at once. “I’ve seen what you do to yourself. Drove myself insane imagining that the dildos you used were me, instead. Though none of them were ever the right size, were they?”

You feel his evol leave you and you can finally move, your back instantly arching as a debauched moan falls from your parted lips. You now sound just as desperate as he feels, and it ignites something primal within him when you say, “Always thought about gege when I used them.”

“That’s my good girl,” he purrs, the lovestruck expression returning as his now lubed up fingers leave you to stroke his still-twitching cock. “I knew I was right to save myself for you. No matter what anyone said, it would only ever be you in my eyes.”

This new bit of information makes you moan, your legs wrapping around his hips and pulling him closer as he finally lined himself up with your entrance. A part of you could hardly believe that this was finally happening.

“Only yours,” you promise him shakily, letting him know that it was mutual while his tip teases your folds.

The look in his eyes is borderline delirious with pleasure and devotion, and he leans down to capture your lips in another passionate kiss as he finally pushes inside, swallowing your moans and soothing your cries while his cock stretched you out to fit all of him.

Your nails rake down Caleb’s back and you can feel him tremble as he tries to hold himself still, his whimpers melting against your tongue. When he could no longer wait, Caleb finally begins to move, remaining gentle at first and allowing you to get accustomed to his size.

“I love you,” he pants shakily, kissing along your jawline when you finally begin to moan with pleasure into his ear. “I love you, I love you, I love you…”

The words make you clench around him and he groans, hips snapping sharply and making your breath hitch. “Fuck, Caleb… more,” you whine, and he all but loses himself.

Knowing that you’ve finally adjusted, Caleb’s pace changes. His thrusts are unhurried but deep, hitting just the right spot with every plunge of his cock into your quivering walls. The sounds of both of your moans combined with the lewd squelching of where the two of you met made you feel even filthier, and you loved it.

It’s not long before you feel a familiar sensation begin to coil within you, and your voice trembles by his ear. “Ahh… Nngh, fuck, I’m… Gege, I’m going to…”

That dazed, lovestruck look returns to his face, his hair slick with sweat and sticking slightly to his forehead as that necklace you’d gifted him so long ago swayed sinfully with every perfect thrust inside you. “That’s it, honey, need you to cum for me.”

You whine and dig your nails deeper into his back, making him flex and moan even louder. The pleasure keeps building, making your body sing with desire in ways you’d never known were possible, and your eyes squeeze shut as you feel yourself approaching your orgasm.

Caleb’s fingers tilt your chin up, forcing you to blink and meet his gaze while his thrusts turned more erratic. “Eyes on me, pips. I wanna look at my beautiful girl when you cum for me.”

His words give you the final push you need, your orgasm ripping through you with an intensity that had you seeing stars and your back arching oh so prettily.

Your blissed out expression and the way your walls choke his cock have him tumbling into his own orgasm with you, painting your insides until your combined releases squelched and spilled with every thrust he continued to overstimulate you both with.

He almost collapses on top of you, catching himself at the last moment and holding you in his arms so he was now laying down with you on top of him, cock still inside and slowly softening as more of your shared filth dribbled down onto the sheets.

It takes you both a few minutes to catch your breath, limbs all but useless and your insides feeling warm and full.

Caleb absently draws patterns along your back with one hand and caresses your hair with the other, an adoring expression now permanently etched onto his features. “This is quite possibly the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.”

You nuzzle against his chest shyly, ignoring the sweatiness. “You’re just saying that.”

The hand playing with your hair moves to now tilt your face towards his. “You’re the best part of every day, Y/N. Be mine.”

You place a soft kiss on his jawline, “I am.”

Neither of you makes an attempt to move, basking in the intimacy and subsequent lewdness you both now shared.

“We should probably get cleaned up,” you say sleepily, nuzzling into him again, and Caleb chuckles.

“I did not wait my entire life to have you, just so I could finish up in one round. Besides, what would your neighbour think of me?” he asks smugly, making you smack his chest half playfully and half in absolute horror at the reminder that you both had an upstairs audience.

He rolls you onto your back again, and you feel him begin to harden inside you once more as his shit-eating grin returns. “C’mon, pipsqueak. I bet I can get you to be even louder, this time.”

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Link to Part I here.

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