it came to you as no surprise that you found caleb to be rather adorable, in the way you found a sad little puppy adorable. especially when he was clingy like this.
you both were on the couch all snuggled up, his large body pressing you down with its weight, head resting on your chest, strong arms wrapped around you with no intention of letting you go. you were practically suffocating, though you didn't particularly mind it, the warmth comforting you while your fingers lazily raked through his hair, messing them up.
your eyes lowered down to his face, the light from the television illuminating his features, highlighting the line of his nose and his long lashes. your right hand slowly trailed down, fingers caressing his cheek before they moved down to his lips, dry as expected.
"hm?" caleb perked up, purple eyes peering up at you, his soft gaze tugging at your heart. he was cute, too cute with those eyes and the way his head tilted ever so slightly in question, the slightly disheveled state of his hair making him look much more domestic. without a word, you pinched his cheek between your thumb and index hard.
"hey! what was that for?" he gasped at the sudden pinch, sitting up a bit, only to be met by your hands cupping his face, squishing his cheeks together. his brows were furrowed in curiousity, a sight oh so endearing.
"you are cute. i want to kick you." you huffed, catching the way his ears were quick to flush a bright hue of red, a goofy smile appearing on his face.
"am i?" he laughed, tugging you closer to him. "well, pips, in that case-"
zayne knew that it was only natural for you to crave sugar when you were on your period. it was simple biology; something he always adhered to when it was the time of the month. fresh sweets would be stacked up, your favourite chocolates always available to you when you needed them.
that also meant that zayne got the lower end of the sweets. not that he minded, he loved you more than anything sugary.
but on a particular night filled with reviewing some medical reports, zayne was utterly exhausted, a singular image playing in his over and over. chocolates. he craved them so badly, chewing on his bottom lip as he carefully adjusted his glasses, the light from his laptop illuminating his face.
you were asleep, too exhausted from the cramps. surely, if he were to grab a singular piece of chocolate, you wouldn't mind it.
he walked over to the kitchen, the moonlight being the sole light source in the otherwise dark area, pleasant as he carefully opened the box of chocolates, his mouth watering as the sweet scent hit his nose. sweets. he swallowed, grabbing a chocolate, just about to take a bite and properly savour the taste.
"zayne!" your incredulous gasp broke him out of his trance, the chocolate still between his index and thumb.
"my love…" he quickly put it away into the box, a sense of mourning blooming in his chest. "you are awake. is the pain bothering you?"
"nope!" you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "well, yes, but what's bothering me more is you trying to steal a chocolate from my box."
zayne chose his next words very, very carefully. "i know, i'm sorry. i just wanted some sugar to keep my mind going. just a little boost of serotonin before i could finish my medical reports up." he took a step closer. "i can get you more tomorrow, if you'd like?"
you were about to consider his words, before you saw his hand trying to sneakily reach for the box again.
the night ended with you sprawled out on the bed, peacefully asleep, with sweets banned for zayne for an entire week. he laid there awake, too afraid to sleep, lest his dreams were filled with chocolates mocking him.
(you ended up sharing your chocolates with him the following day.)
after seeing your attention fixed on a plushie that looks just like him, caleb comes to a conclusion; his birthday privileges should last a week, and your attention should be solely on him.
5.0k words. tags: fem!reader, smut, jealous caleb, i would classify this as typical caleb behaviour, cunnilingus, fingering, hickeys/marking, caleb’s a bit of a masochist and unapologetic, missionary -> mating press, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, some breeding kink, use of “pips”, “babe”, “honey”.
"You are still holding onto that?"
Caleb had just scanned his fingerprint at the panel outside to open his vast penthouse's front door, stepping inside after you, his eyes fixated not on his surroundings but onto the plush figure that was tenderly held by your hands, not having let go off it for the past hour or so. Both of you slid out of your jackets, your movements much clumsier with your attention elsewhere, the door closing behind him.
"Come on, Caleb, it's so adorable! It looks just like you." You gleefully turned around to face him, hugging the mini Caleb against your chest. It was small, having the same hair as him, shade and all, having spent countless hours watching tutorials. You had even attempted to capture the gradient of his eyes, a little loose threads visible here and there, but none of it really mattered to him. The plush toy was supposed to be a birthday gift for Caleb, alongside the surprise from the evening a few days back where you had surprised him with a ride on the air jet he had always been so fascinated with. The T-93. The exhaustion was somewhat present in your movements, sluggish.
Alas, your heart had other plans. Your hands were refusing to stop clinging onto the plush, enamoured by it's softness and resemblance to Caleb. "Look at how round it is." You wiggled the mini Caleb's feet, a snort leaving him as he shook his head fondly and took a step towards you.
"I suppose it does look like me." Caleb's words trailed off as his finger traced the face of his miniature, wondering how many nights you must have secretly spent on crafting this. A familiar ache bloomed in his heart, the one he also felt once he had laid his eyes on you in his pilot's helmet yesterday. You had done so much for him, so much, when all Caleb ever wanted was simply your presence behind him. That, solely, would have been enough.
For this, Caleb was immensely grateful. The subtle exhaustion ran within him from the journey back to his place, but his attention had been diverted elsewhere at this point.
His eyes followed you, your face nuzzling into the mini Caleb's head while you cooed something to it, it's large eyes fixated on his face, almost mockingly. Caleb must have been imagining this, or had you held this plush toy longer than him today? He stared back at it, deep in though, his fingers absentmindedly toying with his necklace.
"It wasn't his birthday, was it?" His voice dipped a tone lower, hand finding your lower back as you both moved towards the large expanse of his living room, finding yourself on the couch.
Caleb's penthouse had been livelier lately, it's earlier monotonous environment and cold energy replaced by something much more warmer, like home, little trinkets and other belongings of yours found at every nook and corner of this place now. A proof of life. A place could only ever be his home if you were there, after all.
"What do you mean?" You asked, eyes watching him settle beside you, before your eyes brightened up in mirth. "Oh, don't tell me… The big, scary Colonel is jealous of a little him." You teased him, your knee bumping against his purposefully, before you added:
"Does this look like a threat to you, Caleb?"
He was quiet for a moment, jaw clenching as his smile tightened just a little. It felt odd to coin this feeling he was experiencing as jealousy but inevitably, that is what it was. Caleb couldn't stand the thought of someone else, or something, taking up the attention of his pipsqueak. It irritated him, frustrated and much more desperate. A turmoil of sorts brewed within him, the absurdity of being jealous of himself rendering even him conflicted.
"Is that so bad?" He chuckled a little, his left hand reaching over to touch that knee that had just bumped into him, thumb rubbing soft circles against the surface. "I'd like to have your eyes only on me tonight."
"Oh really? But as I recall, your birthday is over." You countered cheekily, only for him to chuckle.
"You must be forgetting, you silly girl," His hand reached up to ruffle your hair, earning a sound of protest from you. "Last year, you had proudly declared that the entire week following your birthday would still be dedicated solely to you. Don't I deserve to have the same birthday privileges?"
You stared at him, incredulous, no retort forming in your mind. After all, his words held a lot of truth, you indeed had declared all that and he had even obliged to follow your orders that week.
Not that he already didn't do that.
Caleb hadn't realised that you would notice it, but your eyes were quick to catch on the pout that was ever so present on his mouth, alongside the furrow of his brows. "Why cling onto something so small when you have the real thing here?" And suddenly, it all made sense. Your memory drifted to a morning two weeks ago, when you had caught him sneakily hiding one of the stuff toys you went to sleep with under your bed, just so he could hold you without anything between you both.
"Don't be silly," You laughed softly after setting the plush figure down onto your lap, fingers absentmindedly caressing its' head. "It is a gift for you. I just can't help it, it looks so sweet! It's like our baby. Do you not want to take care of him too?" The words came out of you with such ease, clearly a passing statement, but Caleb's irises darkened, unbeknownst to you.
"Baby, huh…" He hummed under his breath, chewing onto his inner cheek, releasing it with a pop. The idea of a baby, their baby, sent a jolt of heat towards his abdomen, rather irrational and impulsive. He briefly imagined it, pressing you down until you were a whiny mess, filling you up over and over until he was sure that you'd take it.
Did you, perhaps, want it? Or was this something plotted to gain a reaction from him?
"Our baby has had enough attention for the day then, right?" His smile slowly eased up, but not out of relief, something clearly brewing within his head as he finally grabbed the mini Caleb and pried it away from your grasp, not listening to your rather devastated gasp.
"How mean! Such a bad dad." You smacked onto his arm with playful gentleness, a disappointed huff leaving you as you watched mini Caleb topple over and landing onto the neighbouring couch, all alone and still smiling, once Caleb tossed it. You were nearly tempted to rush over and grab it again, just to see his composure crack, to bask in how much more you could push onto his nerves.
But Caleb didn't give you a chance to do it.
"I'm just saying, us parents need some privacy too, don't we?" He whispered, playing too well into the role you'd spontaneously threw over him. He got up for a second to put mini Caleb upside down so it's eyes were covered and not facing them before he got back.
"Do we?" You countered, allowing your hands to come up on his shoulders, feeling him pull you closer and onto his lap by your waist, legs straddling him.
"Mhm. My week is still in progress." He gestured at the physical calender you kept on the stand nearby. "I need only one thing. Your attention."
Caleb's lips pressed a soft, feather-like kiss against your jaw, brushing against your skin before he went up to press a kiss on your earlobe. You felt a familiar heat crawling over to your face, causing you to break into a smile, heart swelling with affection.
"I suppose I can give you that." Your attempt at keeping your tone neutral failed when his teeth lightly bit onto the skin behind your ear, your fingers tightening on his shoulder for a second, much harder than you had intended to, a pain he welcomed so eagerly. You tilted your head back so he could move more freely, breath hitching as his hands moved down to rub your thighs soothingly, moving up and down until they were back onto your hips.
"Come here." His voice was rougher now, strained, as his face moved slightly, mouth capturing yours. Kisses with Caleb when he was like this were always fervent, a scheme to make you think of nothing but him, greedy yet achingly passionate with the love that governed him. It always worked.
Your mouth was instantly captured by his, a soft noise escaping you, fingers tangling into his dark hair as he kissed you. Caleb was greedy, his teeth dragging against your bottom lip for a split second, just to feel you waver in his grasp, before his tongue slid into your mouth, caressing yours.
"Chocolate, huh?" He breathed out when he pulled back, his ears flushed red under the dim light of the living room, a pleased grin dancing on his lips when you huffed at his observation, avoiding his gaze. "That was the last piece, wasn't it? And you stole it from poor little me." He said in an exaggerated voice, his face moving down towards your neck, pressing an open mouthed kiss on the column of your throat.
"I must take my revenge now, shouldn't I?"
Caleb nibbled onto your skin, sucking firmly, but not hard enough to cause you any actual pain. His fingers dug into your sides, anchoring you closer, hot open-mouthed kisses traveling from your neck down to your collarbone, each bite and nibble leaving a notable purplish hickey, your skin being painted by him.
"All mine. My pipsqueak." He groaned against your neck, purple eyes peering up at your face, enamoured by the way your lips were parted, wet from his kiss.
Pressing another, quick kiss on your lips, Caleb gently settled you back down onto the couch, only get up, moving down to his knees in front of you. "There is still time for me to exploit my birthday privileges." He hummed, pushing your legs apart so he could settle in between them, his clothed knees pressed against the floor, his fingers moving over to the buttons of the shorts you were wearing; a cozy pair that had provided you comfort throughout the ride back to Skyhaven.
"Hey!" You weakly kicked his side with your feet, your lips quivering as he settled your legs on his shoulders. "You're acting rather greedy, especially after being mean to your gift." A teasing smile threatened to emerge onto your face, only to waver when he nipped onto the plush skin of your right thigh.
"Really? I distinctly remember just having put it to sleep." Caleb pondered dramatically, tapping his finger against his chin, gesturing at the lone plushie laying on the nearby couch. "Surely my memory is not serving me wrong."
"Ugh…" You found yourself at a loss of words, embarrassed at a lack of comeback, too focused on the way he looked between your legs; a hungry wreck.
"Well," Caleb chuckled, finally undoing the buttons of your shorts, pulling them down until they were pooled around your ankles, leaving you in your panties. "I know something that's far better than some chocolate."
Before you could call him out for his remark, Caleb moved forward to lick your crotch through your panties, his ears catching the sound of your breath hitching. He hummed, licking another stripe across your panties. He was shameless, uncaring if your panties got soiled. It was almost as if he wanted them to get soaked, already planning to sneak them into his pocket for later usage.
"Has my pips been wanting this?" He asked, not to you, his eyes eagerly fixated between your legs as his thumb presses down onto your panties, feeling the bump of your clit through the fabric. "She has been, hasn't she?" He cooed, though his voice wavered a little.
There were many things Caleb had perfected. He'd like to believe that self restraint was one of them but clearly, that wasn't the case.
Caleb hooked his fingers around the waistband of your panties and pulled them down, helping them off your feet, a stupidly huge grin breaking across his face as he stared at your pussy, swollen with arousal and slick. You couldn't even close your legs with how they were locked around his shoulders, giving him full access to you.
"Stop staring at me like that." You complained, biting down your bottom lip as your hips twitched a little, feeling the cool air brush against your sensitivity. "Just… get along with it."
Caleb's hands gave your thighs a firm, yet gentle squeeze, thumbs digging into the flesh as he leaned in to press a kiss on your folds, groaning in delight. "Fuck." He cursed, one hand reaching down to pull your folds apart, exposing your clit, twitching. "Look at you." He leaned in, pressing a kiss directly on your clit, earning a shaky whimper from you, your hands tightening by your sides.
Caleb licked a stripe over your pussy, feeling every bump and fold, almost as if he was savouring the taste, his mouth moving in sync with your hips, who were attempting to chase after the feeling, your mouth falling open. "Easy there." He teased you, though he wasn't feeling cruel enough to let you wait any longer, especially when he was aching to dive in himself.
"It was torture, you know. Seeing that," He gestured over at the mini Caleb plush, "steal your attention. You were doing it on purpose, weren't you?"
You shook your head, not trusting yourself to form words, not when he was looking so unbelievably delectable between your legs. Instead, you reached over to caress his hair with your fingers, messing them up a little, feeling the dark locks under your fingers. Caleb sighed at the sensation, pressing a tiny kiss in your inner thigh. That wasn't enough to sate the increasing hunger within him, his kisses turning into bites, nibbling onto the skin with the same precision as with your neck, pupils dilating at the sight of your thighs becoming marked by him. He licked one of the hickeys to soothe the sting, a soft sniffle escaping you as his attention eventually went over to your clit, aching with need.
It started with tiny licks on your clit, teasing enough to make your skin heat up, the ache only serving to heighten up much more. You exhaled out a breath you hadn't realised you were holding in, watching him as his licks become much more firmer, his tongue pressing flat against the sensitive bud before swirling around it, not bothering to hide the rather loud noises his mouth made as he worked on your pussy.
He was doing it on purpose, being loud, knowing how much it riled you up. His teeth scraped ever so lightly against your nub, making you gasp, hips bucking forward towards his mouth. "F-Fuck, Caleb…" You shuddered, vision blurring as you struggled to fully focused on him.
"I know, pips, I know." Caleb begin sucking on your clit, lips enclosed around it, tongue swirling around as a sharp jolt of pleasure coursed through you. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, his suction firm and unrelenting, making you squeeze around nothing, head falling back.
His fingers slowly made there way between your legs, reaching your entrance, not leaving you empty for far longer. Your thighs unconsciously tightened around his head when you felt his index and middle finger slide in together at once, earning a pleased groan from him, your legs keeping his face as close as possible to you. His other hand held your hips down, keeping you from wriggling too much.
He begun thrusting his fingers inside your pussy, his mouth not losing its pace as he sucked and licked around your clit, feeling it pulsate under his tongue, peeking out from arousal. Caleb knew precisely what would bring you closer to your peak, his fingers curling inside at just the perfect angle to rub against your sweet spot, making your toes curl. He knew you, both inside and out.
"Mmh, I can't hold it in anymore. Don't stop, please…" You pleaded.
Heat pooled in your abdomen. Your fingers tightening as they tugged at his hair, the sting making his eyes roll back. He loved when you were like this, tugging at him too hard, scratching and all. He wanted to take any and all of the pain you could give him. It wasn't long until you came over his fingers, a pleased moan breaking out of you as waves of pleasure washed over you, his fingers not ceasing their thrusts, helping you ride your orgasm out
Caleb pulled his fingers out, a muffled laugh leaving him as he hungrily lapped your pussy up, wanting to taste you as much as he possibly could
"Fuck- My baby. My pips, so fucking good." He babbled nonsensically, hands holding your legs open as he devoured you up.
Caleb got up after a while, his hair messy and face wrecked, chin soaked in your essence. His cheeks were pleasantly flushed pink, a dopey smile adorning his face, drunk from your taste, quick to lung forward. He kissed you hungrily, tongue shoving into your mouth so you could taste yourself, catching you off guard, making you gasp before you melted.
You pulled back, a thin string of saliva still connecting your lips with his, panting softly, your skin tingling from the orgasm as your fingers tugged and pulled at his shirt, wanting him to take it off. He pressed himself into you, his erection, straining painfully against his pants, rubbing against your thigh, eager.
Caleb's fingers worked quick, taking your shirt off and unclasping your bra, causing you to giggle a little as you raised your arms to help him with his movements. A chocked noise as he stared at your breasts, pathetically lovesick, tenderly cupping them in his palms. His thumbs begin to gently circle around the nipples that had gone erect from the cool air caressing them, giving them a little squeeze by rolling them around between his thumb and index fingers, making you shiver.
"Come on…" You grumbled, as he finally raised his arms after your countless attempts at pulling on his shirt. You were eventually able to take his shirt off, sighing in delight at the sight that greeted you, his necklace looking much more enticing pressed against his bare skin like that. Your hands begin caressing his defined torso, coming to rest at his chest, a smile twitching on your own lips. He was unfairly handsome, one would wonder exactly who was more smitten in this relationship, if a comparison could even be made.
"Let's get you to the bedroom." He breathed out, his body vibrating with the need to just ravish you.
Caleb pulled you up in his arms ease once you nodded, one arm supporting you from below while the other wrapped itself tenderly around you as he got onto his feet, his arms flexing as he walked you both into the bedroom, your legs loosely wrapped around his waist. You took this time to press lazy kisses around his head, breathing in the scent of his hair, the scent endearing familiar.
Was that your shampoo? You didn't even attempt to say anything about his habits at this point.
He settles you down onto his bed, large and neatly made, the cold dark sheets meeting your skin as you both made yourself comfortable, the mattress sinking.
"Come here, honey." Caleb beckoned you forth sweetly, gathering you up in his arms as you both settled onto the bed, him on top of you. His eyes moved down to your breasts, his face leaning down as he pressed a kiss each on your breasts, marveling at their beauty. "So perfect." He captured your right nipple between his teeth gently, sucking onto them, his fingers playing with your left, rubbing it firmly.
As he sucked on your nipple, attempting to give equal attention to both of them, you took your time gently caressing his head, noticing the deep flush that painted his cheeks, turning redder at the tips of his ears. They were always the first to become flushed whenever he was flustered.
He moved over to your left nipple, sucking onto it with greed, an act to sate his own urges, a little spark of selfishness flaring within him. It was momentary, because even on his birthday, his sole focus was making you feel good, and steering clear of anything that would take your attention from him, even it happened to look like himself.
He pulled back, licking his lips, the sight almost too perverse, making your insides tighten with a sense of satisfaction. You took this opportunity to reach over, fingers traveling down to his pants with a sense of urgency, wanting to take it off yourself, undoing the buttons, causing your actions to be clumsier than you had intended to.
"So eager." Caleb's words came out strained as you pulled his pants down, revealing his boxers, visibly soaked and stained with his precum, clear sign of the arousal he had been suffering with for who knows how long. There was no telling with him.
"Did you-?" You weren't able to finish your sentence as he pulled you in for a quick kiss, feeling you laugh a little when he pulled back, a sound that was more than enough to make his heart squeeze. He allowed you to take his boxers off, his cock springing out, evidently flushed with arousal, a bead of precum already forming on the tip.
"Look at what you do to me."
"You're always hard." You retorted, your face all heated up, to which he just nodded.
"Exactly." See.
You snorted at the goof, leaning back while your arms wrapped around his neck lazily, watching him position himself on top of you. Caleb pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, your legs opening up, as the head of his cock nudged at your entrance, your eyes watching in wonder as his abdomen tightened. You gave his necklace a light tug, urging him forward.
"You have done so much for me. Let me make you feel good too." He spoke, voice dripping with the affection he could barely contain within himself.
Caleb pushed his cock in, a moan leaving you both in unison, your walls stretching around his obscene size. It still took you some time to adjust to his girth, much to your belief of being used to him, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as your legs trembled a little.
"Is that okay?" He asked quietly, watching you nod. "Need your words, pips."
"Yes," You breathed out. "Please, I want you so bad." Desperation clawed at your voice, your hips bucking as he started to thrust inside you, feeling you cling tightly around his length, your wetness coating him.
As Caleb continued thrusting inside you, his hands found themselves gently traveling and mapping out the way your body jostled, fingers caressing your sides, feeling as your skin becoming moist with the humidity that had started to fill the bedroom up, a shared heat between you two.
"Mmf-" You weren't sure what you were voicing out, consumed by how overwhelmingly good the stretch felt, his cock meeting your sweet spot at the perfect angle. His hand reached between your legs, rubbing firm circles on your clit, on serving to intensify the pleasure as he felt it pulsate eagerly between his fingers, earning a pleased twitch from his own cock, clung on by your insides. His necklace dangled with each movement, your right hand gently tracing the cool chain out.
"Remember when you were talking about that plush being our baby?" Caleb spoke, the tip rubbing inside you deliciously so, making your brows furrow as you attempted to focus on his words.
"Yeah,” You nodded, followed by a little noise, looking up at him, watching his smile widen up. "I do."
"Why don't we go for the real thing?" He chuckled, his thrusts slowing down slightly as he shifted, making you whimper at the sudden change when his hands reached under your knees, pulling your legs impossibly up, until your feet were right at his shoulders, his body becoming as close to you as possible.
"You're so filthy." You spoke despite a smile beginning to bloom on your face, trying to catch your breath, your chest feeling a little tight due to the sheer lack of distance between you two. "All this because you were jealous of the gift I made you? Ouch." Your attempt at dramatics were cut short when he thrusted inside you once again, earning a sharp gasp from you.
So deep. So fucking deep.
Something in Caleb had shifted, undeniably so. With his hair clinging to his forehead and eyes appearing much darker than they were, he looked like someone determined, someone who wanted your eyes solely on him.
"I guess I get jealous of myself too, sometimes." He huffed, hands pressed at both sides beside your head, his thrusts becoming much more firmer, your entire body feeling as if it was being devoured. It technically was.
Your arms uselessly scrambled for a second before clinging to his shoulders once more, only this time with much more desperation, your hips bucking with the intense pleasure that was plunging within you with each snap of his hips. Caleb was a menace whenever he got like this.
"Want to fill you up so bad, pips. It's driving me insane, fuck-" He broke off with a whimper, holding onto the thin thread of control that was threatening to break with the way you squeezed around his cock, making his insides burn up, his thoughts becoming incomprehensible. All Caleb could currently think about was his seed filling you up, marking you as his, his pipsqueak forever. All his.
Consequences were a thing for tomorrow, and in the present, you nodded, feeling him press a soft kiss on the top of your head. "Yes, yes, yes, Caleb…" You rambled, fingers unconsciously scratching down his shoulders. His pelvis rubbed against your clit ever so often, his pubic hair tickling your sensitive bundle of nerves. You moved your head slightly, biting down onto his shoulder hard, not holding back, earning a sweet sound from him you didn't hear often. It made your heart swell.
"Do it again, please." He gasped out, feeling your teeth sink into his shoulder as he continued to ram his cock inside you, feeling your body twitch. "Are you close, pips?" His thrust stuttered for a split second when you bit onto him a little too hard, his cock pulsating, savouring the pain, wanting to imprint it into his memory forever.
"Mhm." You nodded clumsily, fingers tugging at his necklace, reveling at the cool sensation amidst the heat and sweat. The knot that had been building inside you was on the brink of exploding, the heat intensifying.
It was only a few seconds later when you came, a final plunge of his cock driving you over your peak, your body convulsing and twitching as the orgasm washed over you, much more intense than before, your mind nearly going numb. You choked out a whimper, your hold tightening over him, the sensation of your walls tightening around him throughout your orgasm making him lose his edge too.
Caleb followed after you, thick white ropes spurting out from his cock and painting your insides as he bottomed out, his body twitching. He came so much, a breathy chuckle leaving him as he looked down at where your bodies met, sticky white already seeping out.
As you both panted heavily, Caleb gently pulled himself out, carefully pulling your legs away and easing your position, hearing you groan from the sudden ache in your legs. "Aw, my pips." He breathed out as he took in the sight of you, disheveled and utterly, blissfully fucked, neck covered and thighs adorned in marks made by him. Though what caught his attention most was how his come was drooling out from you, a sight that made him afraid that he would get hard again, blood already rushing south.
He was insatiable, but you were sore.
"The most beautiful. My sweet apple." He was quick to grab your face into his hands, peppering your face with a barrage of kisses that you couldn't possibly count, not letting an inch of your face have some mercy.
"Caleb!" You laughed, voice a little hoarse as you surrendered yourself to his sudden burst of affection. A tender, almost sweet ache was present in your muscles, one you didn't quite mind, your eyes finding the indents of your teeth still present on his skin. "Oops."
Once he pulls apart after, you had lost the track of time truth be told, he got off the bed, his hand reaching out for you. "Come on. Let's take a bath now, clean ourselves up."
And you desperately wanted to, but your body refused to move, quickly noticed by him. "Sounds like too much work right now." You plopped back onto the pillow, arms all spread, only to be scooped up by his arms.
"Then let me do it for you." He smiled, because in the end that's what mattered. Taking care of you.
You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck as he carried you into the bathroom, listening to the sounds of the tap turning on, the water beginning to fill the tub up. Caleb watched your eyes struggling to stay open, not minding it at all as he settled you down into the warm water, gently washing you up.
It was quick, doing a simple cleanse of himself, and soon he found himself drying both of you, dressing you up in one of his shirts, carrying your half asleep form back towards his bed.
"Sweet dreams, pips." Caleb whispered quietly, fully content, your body nestled cozily into his. The best birthday week he could ever ask for.
a/n: hi :] honestly it’s been so long since i’ve written smut. this was purely out of pure horniness (have i made this word up?) over caleb. the caleb effect!
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