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i think caleb overstims both you and himself unintentionally. he feels so good he literally cannot stop himself until it becomes painful. he's wanted you for so long that whenever he finally does get to fuck you he can't hold himself back at all. so not only is he pushing himself past his own limits but then does the same to you without thinking. you'll be crying because it's too much and he'll whisper "it's okay baby just one more" and it will, in fact, not be just one more! and he's so apologetic not just afterwards but while it's happening. "i'm sorry baby i can't stop myself" and "im so sorry you just feel so good" etc. he's crying too by the end of it probably.
i need more alpha!caleb. like desperately. the thought of him doing everything he can to keep himself together, to be the dependable alpha you need, even if he's not technically yours, is delicious. the restraint, the yearning, ugh.
i keep thinking about ways he would scent you, keeping you in his clothes in order to scare off any other alpha, and you, his trusting meimei, take it at face value. you don't read into his actions, as your whole life, he's never given you reason to doubt his motivations. he tells you horror stories of predators that take any unscented omega they can find, and so you willingly accept his scent onto you and into your nest. you never find it odd or strange until your friends start planting the seeds of doubt.
they ask you when caleb is going to put his bond mark on you, and you stop in your tracks. huh? why would he? your friends look at you in bewilderment when you tell them you and caleb aren't even dating. it's then, after your friends explain just how strange this all is, do you start to realize that maybe what caleb was doing was for his own desires, rather than any benefit you'll get out of having his scent on you.
it's caleb's greed that he masks as altruistic protection that intrigues me the most, i think. caleb is selfish, but i don't think he would think so.
STONER!CALEB teaches you how to smoke and suck him off
cw. dubcon, recreational dr*g use, bsf!caleb is a lil mean, oral (m.receiving), some size/humiliation kink, throat training, v light impact play, facial â mdni 18+
the room reeks of a pungent aroma that comes from the joint that lays abandoned in the ashtray on his nightstand. the sounds of your coughing fits have been replaced by your melodic gags. caleb, your best friend, stands against his bed, you on your knees before him with your mouth stretched open to take the cock that thrusts in and out of your throat. itâs not⊠exactly what you thought would come of asking your best friend to teach you how to smoke, but youâre not complaining.
not like you actually can with his fat length occupying all the space in your mouth.Â
your fingers claw at his thighs as you finally pull away, breathless and wreckedâspit and drool slipping past your lips as you choke on air.
he coos softly, lashes heavy as his eyes flutter open. âaww, câmon, baby,â he murmurs. âyou can take it, canât you?â
the words echo something from just twenty minutes earlierâwhen youâd taken your first drag of the joint he rolled, all nerves and inexperience. the way the smoke hit your lungs too hard, how you spluttered and coughed, eyes watering. just like this. just like having your mouth wrapped around him, overwhelmed by his weight and heat.
heâd laughed thenâlazy, fond and devastatingly cute. âyou can take it, pips, canât you?â the drawl of it had gone straight to your core, molten and slow. and when you coughed again, throat burning from the weed, his laughter only deepened, warm and teasing, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.
caleb made it easier for you. he took the joint from your hands and murmured, âcâmereâcome closer.â
you did as you were told, scooting closer to him. you watched in awe, hypnotized by the way he brought the joint to his lips, inhaled, and held it there. his free thumb pulled at your plush bottom lip, and he parted your mouth as he leaned in.
your eyes widened in shock, a soft whimper slipping out when he blew a thick puff of smoke into your mouth, his lips a single millimeter away from yours.
âbreathe it in,â he whispered. and you didâthere was nothing you wouldnât do when caleb talked to you like that. nothing you wouldnât do for caleb in general.Â
âân out fâme.â
you blew the smoke out and watched the white puff fan across his pretty face.
âgooood girl,â he murmured, and his tone made your stomach tighten. the thumb resting on your bottom lip tugged gently at the muscle, and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss youâbut instead, he spoke softly, âitâs easy once you get the hang of it, yeah?â
when you nodded dumbly, he pulled back and brought the joint to his lips again, inhaling before letting the smoke drift into the air, secretly wishing it had been in your mouth instead. he continued to guide you after that, watching your intake, teaching you how to take small, careful hits since you werenât used to it yet.
and once you got the hang of itâheâd been right. it was easy. you were both out of your minds, somewhere far, far away from earth. your eyes had fallen closed, but his⊠his stayed on you. he watched every small movement you made, his gaze constantly drifting back to your lips. he scooted closer, and his thumb found your mouth again.
âhmm?â you hummed lazily.
the sound made something in him tighten. he couldnât help himselfâhis thumb slipped past your lips, and your eyes flew open as wide as they could in your hazy state. still, instinct took over. you wrapped your lips around his digit and sucked, slow and thoughtless, like it was the joint all over again.
âlemme show you how to do something elseâŠâ he whispered, a gentle yet predatory glimmer shining in his high eyes.
and now youâre here. your bloodshot eyes peer up at him and he watches as the tears spill down your face. he looks hazy to you, partially because of your current cognitive state and partially because of the tears on your lash line. âca-caleb,â you slur out, dragging out the vowels in his name . ââs too bigâtoo much.âÂ
he just chuckles, âyeah? itâs too big?â he asks, a hint of condescension in his voice and you feel pathetic for the way it makes butterflies in your stomach erupt. âpoor baby doesnât know how to smoke or suck dickâŠâ he jokes, voice cooing.Â
âcaleb,â you pout. âyouâre being meanâŠâ
âyou havenât even seen me mean, pips,â he murmurs, the words honest and lowâbecause you havenât. youâve never met calebâs true self, never touched the depth of what coils inside him. you donât even know half of what he feels for you, and thatâs the most dangerous part. âopen your mouthâiâll teach you how to suck me off, too. thatâs what friends are for right?âÂ
the lopsided grin on his droopy face does nothing to soften the blow of his words. your pussy twitches needily as arousal soaks right through your underwear and begins to sodden your shorts.Â
you open your mouth and he laces his fingers through your hair, pushing you right on to his throbbing length. he moans prettily when your lips successfully meets the base of his cock. he holds you there for a secondâor fiveâfeeling your throat constrict around him. when he pulls you back youâre fully crying, strings of saliva connecting you to his spit soaked cock.Â
âso fuckinâ pretty,â he chokes out, his grip in your hair tightening. âlook at you, just so pretty like thisâall for me, hm?â
you feel the weight of his hands guiding your head, slow and insistent. your limbs are heavyâheavier than they should beâyour body humming as the weed sinks deeper into your bloodstream, blood thrumming hot beneath your skin. but the ache that usually lives in your pussy is sharper now, need curling tighter in your belly.
you want him on your tongue again. badly.
you slip from his grasp, your hand closing around his thick length as you draw him back to your mouth, lips parting around just the tip. your hips rock aimlessly and without thought, chasing frictionâchasing reliefâslick and desperate against nothing at all. your moans turn soft and broken around him, little whimpers that send a jolt through his body, and he throbs hard against your tongue in response.
âgod, you feel s-so good, pips.â he whimpers and your cunt gushes another wave of arousal. it only encourages you to take him further. you drop your hand and take him deeper into your mouth. you ignore the way your throat pushes him out, gagging in favor of releasing him. anything to hear the clipped moans coming from your best friend's mouth. âshitâugh, babyâbaby, please.â
you gag again and again, fighting for control, forcing yourself to breathe through your nose until caleb yanks you off him by your hair. your scalp burns at the sudden pullâyouâre coughing hard, chest heaving as you gasp for air. tears sting your eyes while he pumps himself furiously just inches from your face, the sight dizzying and all too overwhelming.
âgonna cum, pretty girl,â he grunts, the sound torn from somewhere deep in his chest all raw and strained. he slaps his cock against your cheek and you let off a desperate moan, âopen wide.â
you stick your tongue out and patiently await for his load, your body wound tight, aching for him.Â
he throws his head back and moans your name loud enough that thereâs an echo that rattles your entire body. then come the ribbons of cum, thick and hot and almost never ending as they dress your face, missing your mouth completely. his entire body shakes like crazy as his orgasm rocks him.Â
heâs breathless when his eyes finally crack open, and there you areâpretty, wrecked and painted like youâve stepped straight out of one of the countless dreams heâs had about you.
his cock doesnât soften. if anything, the sight of you high and covered in cum makes him harder. his breathing turns rough as his hand closes around your chin, forcing your gaze up. a low, almost manic chuckle slips from him when he sees the hunger still burning in your eyes. carnal desire behind hazy eyes.Â
âyouâre a quick learner, pips.â he whispers, grip tightening in a way that makes you whimper. âwhat do ya say you teach me how to make you feel good now? or should i roll another joint first?â
kit says⊠HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FUCKING BABY @stonedxia. i adore u to the moon and backâyou always have my back when i need u and i just lobe you so so much. ur one of my favorite people on this earth and i pray u never ever go bald and that happiness and caleb find u in every lifetime. i hope u have an amazing day!! pls cum over and cum on me <3 p.s. i really hope u like this i am genuinely so terrifiedâŠ. itâs not my finest work but i made it longer than usual just 4 u
ft: lane (big bad dogs)
reader: fem
wc: 2307
cw: SMUT 18+ & probably ooc! lane mb everypony & not beta read
i wrote this in one day aaaaaaaaaaaahashjkdlasdalsd and yes i believe in loverboy lane after he gets into a committed relationship what abt it
no i couldnt come up w a title
woah aark actually finished a fic how revolutionary
ladies ladies hold your applause
"I feel like I'm being used." Lane sits unimpressed at the opposite end of his couch, glaring at you from the corner of his eye while you settle yourself back into the worn cushions.
"You are," you grin cheekily, taking a swig from your half-finished Bud Light, and sighing as you stretch your legs across his lap, "but you love me."
"I guessâow! What the fuck?!"
The pillow you threw at him falls to the ground with a dull thud, and you stick your tongue out, softly blowing a raspberry as he tugs your legs in retaliation. He narrows his eyes in amusement and smirks as you shriek, murmuring under his breath something half-hearted about women you don't care enough to dignify. Instead, you turn your sights to Lane's small flatscreen, where the PS3's startup screen begins to play.
"Devil May Cry 4? Seriously?" He stares boredly at the screen, one arm propped on your calf to hold up his chin, while the other traces absent shapes on the skin of your thigh. He can't help but stare at the rim of your shorts, catching the smallest glimpse of your underwear before you shift your legs.
Damn.
He sighs through his nose, leaning over your legs to finish the rest of your beer in a single dramatic chug just because he can.
Silence falls over the two of you, broken only by the sounds of Nero's grunts and the quiet clack of buttons as you aggressively handle his controller.
It doesn't take long at all until his hands start to wander. It's innocent enough at first, just a few lingering touches ghosting across your exposed skin. But then he's skirting around the hem of your shorts, the tips of his fingers brushing beneath the lifted fabric, just barely low enough to be considered decent, but high enough to make his intentions clear.
"Lane."
He shudders at the tone of your voiceâthe exasperation entwined closely with affection, and how it drips from your lips like sin itself.
God, the way you say his name should be considered a crime with how much he's willing to do to get you to say it again.
He grins at your suspicion with a shrug of his shoulders, the edges of his smile holding the familiar traces of what you've come to pinpoint as desire.
Your eyes narrow when they clash with clouded blue, the undeniable heat behind them sending a shiver down your spine. Trying to close your legs proves fruitless as he slots himself between them like he belongs there, tossing your legs over his broad shoulders.
"What are you doing?"
Fuck, you look so good beneath him with your shirtâhis shirt, the possessive part of his brain preensâriding up to expose your stomach, your lips parted as your breaths get heavier, and your eyes beginning to glaze with a hunger only he has the power to satiate. He licks his lips, chuckling lowly when you imitate the action.
His palm travels over the newly revealed skin, resting just where your shorts meet your navel, while the corners of his grin sharpen into the cocky smirk you've grown to look forward to every shift. He leans down to kiss you, deceptively soft, but it's quick to devolve into a desperate clash of tongue and teeth, leaving you breathless when he pulls away suddenly, your lips connected by a thin string of spit that glimmers beneath his TV's blue light. You blink blearily as his other thumb swipes across your lips, eye twitching at his cocksure smile with an almost dejected scoff.
"I'm not doing anything, baby, just keep playing." The way he kisses the bend of your knee doesn't exactly feel like nothing, and the metal of his piercings is cold against your flushed skin, sending cold chills throughout the rest of your body. But still, you turn back to the TV, doing your best to focus as his thumb dips beneath the elastic of your shorts. He pulls experimentally, letting the band snap against your waist whilst he caresses your stomach.
His lips leave wet bruises along your inner thighs. "Tell me to stop, and I will," his voice an uncharacteristically soft murmur against the most recent of his love bites.
You don't look away from the screen once. "If you stop Lane, I'll smother you with a fucking pillow."
He snorts loudly, biting hard enough to draw a yelp from you. "Always violence with you women," he tuts, licking gently at the bruise in an attempt to soothe. You roll your eyes, trying to focus on your input commands while Lane works you out of your shorts and underwear in one smooth movement, tossing the garments haphazardly over his shoulder with little regard to whether you'd find them later.
Your legs try to close, more so out of instinct than insecurity, but Lane's hands pry them apart gently, exposing your glistening cunt to his greedy gaze.
He nearly groans at the sight, using his thumbs to part your folds. "Look at youâŠSo wet, and I haven't even touched you yet. Need me that bad, princess?"
"Fuck you." You hate how pitched your voice comes out, all breathless and needy, just the way he loves it. The controller in your hands nearly cracks in two when he laughs, the heat of his breath telling of just how close he's gotten.
He shifts slightly, settling against the couch when you spare him a heady glance. "Go on," he goads with that godforsaken smirk of his while he rests his cheek on your trembling thigh, "just keep playing. You suck ass, though."
You open your mouth to retort, but the only thing that comes out is a soft gasp of surprise when he licks a slow stripe up your pussy, his lips closing around your clit as he begins to suckle relentlessly. His hands hold you open, arms wound tightly around your thighs with a rare show of strength, leaving you at his mercy as you squirm in his grasp.
Still, you do your best to fight through the hordes of enemies, trying with little avail to ignore the wet squelches of Lane's tongue disappearing inside you. It only gets worse when he pushes his middle finger in, lapping at your swollen clit like a man depraved. The pace he sets is punishing, each flick of his wrist a silent promise of what's to come.
Blindly reaching down, you grab at his hair with a shaking hand, whether it's to pull him closer or push him away, neither of you cares.
"ShitâŠHow are you still so tight? Can barely fit two fingers in you, baby." He groans against you as he pushes in his ring finger right next to the middle one, a snug fit, but the burn hurts so good. You keen at the feeling, dropping the controller completely in favor of tangling your hands in his hair.
"LaneâŠ" The sound of your voice calling out to him so sweetly has him almost rutting pathetically into the couch cushions.
"That's right," he growls between obscene slurps, "say my name." He curls his fingers, deliberately hitting that soft little spot he's had mapped out since your first time sleeping together.
Your whines taper off into drawn-out moans with a vague similarity to his name, the warmth in your stomach spreading to the tips of your toes as your legs begin to close around his head.
"You're close, aren't you?" You can feel the smugness of his grin through the haze of pleasure, making the mistake of meeting eyes from between your legs. His face is flushed red, clear blue eyes crinkled at the edges with his trademark lazy arrogance, whilst you fall apart above him bit by bit. "Then cum."
The snap of pleasure inside of you has your back arching off the couch and away from him, Lane's shirt clinging to your sweat-soaked body like a second skin.
"L-Lane!" You pant, weakly grasping at his wrist, but barely slowing his movements as he cleans up the remnants of your orgasm with slow yet calculated strokes of his tongue. Only when you stop trembling does he pull his fingers out, whistling at the sheen of slick that coats his fingers as he slowly spreads them in front of you. His face fares no betterâcoated in cum that drips from his jaw onto his graphic tee.
The bastard doesn't even bother wiping his face, cleaning what he can with his tongue before capturing your lips in a disorienting kiss that you can't help but melt into. You feel the heat of him through his sweats as he grinds against you, the weight of his cock alone reigniting the need inside you once more.
He makes quick work of your shirt, shoving down the cups of your bra to palm at your tits. His fingers tweak at the perked nipples, tugging and twisting them in a way that has you arching into the touch, your head thrown back against the couch's armrest.
"You-you're so annoying, you know that?" Your eyes narrow at him, but your lip is caught between your teeth as you bite back another whimper.
"Yeah, yeah, tell me something I don't know, princess. Plus, you're the one who came over to my place," he rolls his eyes, tossing his shirt in the same forgotten pile as the rest of your other clothes, "condom or no condom."
"No condomâŠ"
"Sorry, what was that? You're gonna have to speak up, pretty girl."
You're going to kill him. Right now.
If only you knew how attractive Lane found you right now, maybe then you'd curb your judgment.
"Kidding, now turn around for me, yeah?" He kisses the crease between your brows, not giving you much of a choice as he manhandles you onto your knees, your forearms propped over the armrest. You hear the rustle of fabric behind you, followed swiftly by a familiar nudge against your clit. Lane's hand holds you steady by the hip as you jolt, slowly sliding through your folds before finally pushing in.
"Breathe, pretty." He presses kisses along your back, ghosting his hands up your sides, and down your arms to ground both you and himself. He's trying, really, he is, to let you adjust, but holy shit, you're tight, debilitatingly so. He can feel the control slipping with every passing moment.
An eternity had to have passed before you're calling out his name like a siren's call. Don't you know what that does to guys like him?
"You can move."
And like the love-blinded sailor he is, he answers, first with a shallow grind that makes you push against him, pleading for moreâfor harder, then he's pulling out and thrusting back into the hilt, tearing a scream from your throat loud enough to have the neighbors looking for new listings.
You feel your knees buckle as your feet kick up, brushing against his thighs as he pummels into you from behind. His hands hold you up, their grip nearly bruising to keep you from collapsing.
He watches you shudder with every thrust with an expression that can only be described as self-satisfactory.
Nobody on this planet could make you feel the way he did.
Especially not that punk ass biker who always acted like he had some sort of weird claim on you. Last he checked, it was his name that you moaned out, and his cock that turned your brain into a fucked-out mess.
"Shitâkeep clenching like that," he pants out, head hanging low as his pace becomes more erratic.
His name falls from your lips like it's the only word you've ever learned, woven between a slew of moans and whimpers that's making it substantially for Lane not to bust every second.
You feel the cold press of his nipple piercings against your back when his breath fans your ear, one of his hands falling from your hip to rub deep circles on your clit, which twitches from overstimulation.
"I'm gonna cum inside, alright?" He bites the lobe of your ear softly, pinning you to the couch with his weight. It creaks with every heavy thrust, clearly not built for someone of yours and Lane's libido.
You only nod frantically in response, your breath hitching at your own impending peak. "Lane, I'm closeâ!"
"I know, baby, I know. Let go for me, I've got you."
What could have only been described as pure ecstasy explodes beneath your skin, setting each one of your nerves alight as you orgasm with a strangled cry of Lane's name. It's not long until tears of overstimulation well in your eyes and blur your vision at the corners as he chases his own high, his face buried in the crook of your neck, and breathing in the smell of you.
The hand that had been rubbing your clit finds one of your hands, intertwining your fingers together tightly when his peak finally crests, filling you with enough cum to leak onto the couch when he pulls out.
He lies back with you on his chest for a moment, allowing his nerves to settle before stalking off with a yawn. He returns with a soft towel and a glass of water, wiping you down with enough thoughtfulness for you to think someone replaced your boyfriend while he was out.
He does not appreciate that comment and deliberately gives a rough wipe to your oversensitive cunt with a blank stare.
You kick him in the chest lightly, and he staggers back like he's been shot. With a fond roll of your eyes, you bend down to pick up the fallen controller as "Abandon All Hope" flashes periodically on the screen. "You're actually the worst, you know that?"
You lose your virginity the night of Calebâs funeral to a boy a few years your senior who, under dim lighting and with your eyes shut, looks like your brother. You cover his mouth when he tries to speak during the act. His voice isnât right, but you can pretend it is if you can prevent him from talking.
When he makes you cum, you call him the wrong name, and he gets angry and storms out, but itâs not like you were actually going to remember the name he gave at the bar. Itâs his fault for assuming you werenât using him. Drifting off to sleep, you dream of your big brother spooned around you, pressing gentle kisses to the back of your neck and occasionally whispering sweet nothings into the crown of your head.
You wake up to a wet pillow and puffy eyes, with slick between your thighs. Your memories of the night before come rushing back to you, and you become sick to your stomach, especially as you realize that the only reason youâre still so wet is because of your dream.
You shouldnât be thinking of your brother like that. Not only is it wrong, but Caleb has just died, and here you are, acting like a complete and total pervert instead of mourning as a proper sister would. Youâre disgusted with yourself⊠but apparently not enough to stop because you go out again that night and find yourself another lookalike of your brother and take him to bed.
caleb begging you to let him stay inside, let him cum inside you, please please please, he wants to fill you up so bad, he needs to. panting and groaning in your ear telling you how good you feel and don't you want him to feel good too? don't you love him?
and even when you say no, he just keeps fucking you, making sure he can get as deep as possible before he's apologizing and holding onto your wrists, keeping you stuck underneath him and kissing your tears away. it'll be over soon, he'll clean you up, don't worry, he didn't mean to, he just couldn't stop himself.
heâs too anxious, needs that reassurance from time to time. more often than not, youâve caught the slight waver in his voice when he asks you the millionth question of the hour. you knew that he was a little inexperiencedâ he was saving himself. even outside of intimacy, caleb can be a nervous wreck at times. it takes the right person to pick it out of his usual charming facade. he could fool anyone, but never the one whoâs been by his side through the greatest highs and lowest lows.
itâs one thing to spew the filthy shit thatâs been brewing in his mind for endless years, itâs another to carry all of it out. he wants you on the sofa, on the wicker nightstand of your bedroom, on the balcony lining the outside porch. every inch of your shared childhood home has been defiled in his dreams and fantasies. to say this would be a long time coming would be the centuryâs understatement.
yet here he wasâ sweat lining his hairline, angry cock nestled against the warm mound of your cunt. itâs prettier than he had imagined, glossy and wet with a mix of arousal and his spit. even if youâre soaked enough to smear along your inner thighs, he still canât help but think that some lube would make this easier.
tunnel vision doesnât exactly give him a chance to consider that any further, in a trance as he sizes you up. the most forbidden area of your body, likely the only part of you that heâs never seen. sure, things have been inevitable throughout the time youâve spent but this is light years different than an accidental walk-in courtesy of his own negligence and an unlocked door.
âwhatâs on your mind?â you breathe up at him and he almost misses it, heart pounding in his ears. he can hear the meekness of your words and it screams insecurity to him, purple eyes shaky as they dart back up to you. no, that was the very last thing you should ever feel.
the air in the room feels so much thicker, each passing second hitting him with that sense of realization. this was it, this was you spread out on his familiar navy blue sheets. babydoll eyes staring right up at him, looking for reassurance and comfort as your pussy drools a little puddle down your asscheeks.
âoh, baby,â he coos, faint and quiet despite the house being empty. a thumb slides along the wetness gathered at your slit, coating the pad before heâs using it to slide the pudgy hood of your clit up. itâs swollen, itâs hard and throbbing. heâs never seen anything like it and goddamn, is he feeling faint. âi think youâre so gorgeous. you already knew that, right? that youâre just so gorgeous to me.â
his words almost sound like they hurt as they leave his mouth, strained and breathless, conveying such strong emotion that it makes your chest hurt. as exposed as you are, as new as all of this is, it undeniably feels so good. the right move, the final piece to the annoying and complicated puzzle that the two of you have built.
the gentle pressure has your toes curling, a shudder punching from your kiss-bruised lips. it almost makes him jump and he moans in turn, the tips of his ears burning a crimson red. there was no chance that he could fake any of this, the raw and real reaction to seeing the love of his life so bare all for him.
âiâm getting cold, cal,â your voice whimpers in that sweet way heâs only heard once or twice before, a sound that makes his cock twitch against your cunt. his skin transfers so much heat that you canât help but squirm and seek some for yourself.
that protective nature that heâs always held for you comes full throttle, brain wired to respond to your every plea. when an issue arises, caleb always delivers. no need for question, no need for begging. heâs got his girl.
âshh, let me warm you up,â he leans forward, his chain colliding against your chin for a moment as he plants a kiss to your forehead. simultaneously, his fat tip presses into your tiny hole, soft exhales leaving the two of you at the mere feeling. he wants nothing more than to plug you full, the nonexistent selfish part of his brain begging to roll his hips forward until his balls clap your ass.
even then, he canât do that. caleb would rather let the world burn than inflict any pain on you. right now is the most vulnerable and open youâve ever been with him, with anyoneâ he wasnât going to make that a regret.
he reiterated time and time again leading up to this that tonight wouldnât be the full length, just the tip. as much as he wanted to indulge fully, he wanted to savor all of this. work up to it, earn it. stupid caleb being considerate and sentimental, per usual.
âshit, howâs that?â he chokes down a groan, desperate to gauge your every thought. sometimes he wished he could crawl into your brain, see for himself what those thoughts flying in your head have to say. he knows that you often hold back around him and in a way, connecting like this plays into an effort to get you to open up. speak your mind more, let him nurture you. âhow is it? donât go quiet on me, please. not right now.â
it was hard to put into words how meaningful this all felt. sure, it was bound to be an emotional milestone for the two of you considering all of the history behind your relationship. it was going to reach this point of intimacy and cross those platonic lines eventually but living in the moment was much easier said than done. your body welcomes him rather fast, very warm and needy in the way your hole swallows up his tip with greed.
âiâm workinâ on it, caleb,â you hiss quietly, mewls leaving your trembling lips as the tips of your nails dig into the flesh of his biceps. they were built and big, caleb was a big boyâ he could handle a little clawing. your mind was filled with fog, almost in shock that this was finally happening. âgive me a minute.â
the scent of his shampoo, the same kind he had been using since high school, wafts into your face with the rushed nods he gives you. it fills you with nostalgia and plenty of love, being surrounded by his scent and being warmed by his heat. âitâs no rush, honey. you tell me when youâre ready.â
typical caleb. selfless in ways that make you want to shake him by his shoulders, always looking out for the better interest of you. it used to be annoying but the older the two of you grow, the more you learn to appreciate his overbearing tendencies. all he ever wanted was the best. comfort, security, safety. the thought helped your body naturally relax, pussy tightening up before letting go of some resistance.
he can feel it in real time, head falling forward to rest on the skin of your shoulder. nothing has ever felt so good and it almost winded him, the way you managed to surpass his years worth of fantasies and wet dreams. thereâs a voice in the back of his head begging him to go all of the way. heâs learned plenty of self control throughout the years and heâd be damned if he let it falter now, of all times.
as soon as he felt a love tap to his arm, he knew what you were asking for. all it ever took was an exchanged look between the two of you, minds connected deeper than words could convey. he reels his hips back, tip nearly sliding out of your slick just to press the faintest bit back in.
he can practically feel your hesitance. as big of a game as you talk, there was simply no fooling the man who has grown by your side. even the subtlest shift in energy is something he can pick up on and caleb smells the reluctance in you, reading your body language like he was fluent. you were overthinking again.
âweâll take baby steps, yeah?â he grunts quickly in reassurance, slowly gaining a rhythm, hands sliding down the length of your legs before curling around your ankles. heâs sweet in the way his thumb caresses your anklet, the gentlest of reminders that itâs just him. âyouâll fit me soon enough. just let it feel good. let me make you feel good like this.â
æ âź xavier won't cum in you, but he'd piss inside .á
you should've known this would happen sooner or later.
not that... this was what you were expecting.
maybe restricting xavier from cumming inside your warm, gummy walls had him all pent up to see you full of something that was from him.
to be honest, you were just being cautious since he didn't quite like the idea of going in with a plastic separating you from getting any closer. from his words, "there's no point of doing sex if you won't let me go raw..." paired with his wet, sad puppy dog eyes, you can almost see an imaginary dog ears laying flat on his silky hair and a tail that had curled into itself.
so now, with you on all fours and xavier going at a slow paceâhe speaks up with a low grunt, "baby... i wanna pee..."
"uh, uhâw-what...?" you reply, brows creasing from how slow he's going. is this what it was? why he was going so slow? "pee? but xav..." you whine, pulling all your muscle strength together as you clamp down on his still hard dick, not wanting to let him use the bathroom because that basically means he's gonna leave youâleave your pussy.
"ah shit," he hissed, hands locking on your hips as he surges forward, earning a surprised coo from your mouth, "oh!"
"i-i'll pee in you," he whispers, pressing his heaving chest on your back while peppering kisses on your marked up neck. "please baby, please, please, please, i wanna pee in you." like a worship, one of his hands leave your hip to circle around your body, down to your erected clit, and wet and sensitive from the constant rubbing a little earlier.
"ngh! i... dunno..." worry fuels your mind, but your lover eases it with his fingers as he rubs your raw, aching clit. "promise, hah, you won'tâfuck... get p-pregnant, my love." he says all while slowly builds up his trust again, feeling his bladder squeeze from how full he's feeling.
"are you sure?" you gasp a breath, feeling his tongue trace your skin. a faint nod was given to you before you spoke, "o-okay... let it out in me."
and that was all he needed.
he thrust and stroke a little more inside you, whispering filth, encouragement, and thank you's in your red ears. "cum for me baby," thrust "i'll piss inside you," thrust "fuck, fuck, fuck, you're so good to me," thrust "it's coming out, haaahâ"
and soon you were seeing stars as you throw your head back to his shoulder. your orgasm hitting you more than you could imagine as you felt warm liquids rush inside your already wet cunt. xavier pants, pushing all the accumulated piss he had in his bladder before passing out on your back.
caleb whining and bucking under your gentle, teasing touch, head thrown back and eyes rolling as he cums so hard some of it splatters against his chest. you hum, not stopping, using the cum as lube as you continue to work him through the high, and caleb's thick thighs flex as he murmurs something through the haze. "g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum-" he keens as he comes for the nth time that day, but you only chuckle as you keep pressing on. this is his punishment, after all.
