⋆｡°✩ bite me | caleb x reader (drabble)
Caleb walks around like an absolute slut—not an ounce of shame in his body—when he’s covered in love bites. He loves them.
Claw marks across his back and shoulders, lipstick stains along his abs, hickeys covering his neck, teeth indents around his nipples—
His late night activities were apparent to anyone.
“Are you sure you wanna go out like…that?” you almost cringed as Caleb exits the hotel bathroom dressed for the hot springs. Duh, he looked sexy as hell, but it wasn’t unreasonable to think he looked like he got mauled by a beast.
His pride multiplied at the—in his eyes—praise from you, yet he played dumb as he approached you, his grip finding your waist. “Hm? What’s wrong with it?”
When you explained your concerns over the markings littering his skin, he only hummed, head bowing so his lips could graze the curve of your ear.
“Now, after all this time…” he rasped, placing an open kiss below your ear, “after how long I waited to have you…” another kiss to your collarbone, “why would I possibly…” a final kiss, as he straightened, to your lips.
“…want to hide that I’m yours?”
So, when he returned to work the following week, of course he made no effort to conceal the hickeys along his jaw or Adam’s apple that his uniform couldn’t quite cover. Unasked questions prompted by prying eyes were silenced from a single glance from Colonel Caleb, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t proud of the bruises.
“Had a nice vacation, colonel?” Liam asked as the duo stood juxtaposed within a Farspace cruiser’s elevator.
“I suppose you could say that,” Caleb replied in a curt manner. However, his mind was racing.
A nice vacation? Any mention of it, any kind of reminder had lewd images of you flashing through his mind… it was the best vacation of his goddamn life. All he wanted to do was fly home and get marked up and fu—
‘Shit,’ he mentally cursed.
…Now with an uncomfortable ‘situation’ in his pants, he briskly hopped off the elevator, sped to his office, and locked the door before scrambling to call you.
Caleb fucking loves love bites.
a/n: the hot spring cards are actual insanity. infold, you have my soul. thank you.
