Love and Deep-lace
A Love and Deepspace Caleb Fic
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NSFW! ADULTS ONLY!
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Author’s Note: (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) Hello, fellow men-in-lingerie enjoyers, this one is for you. You have good taste. This isn’t supposed to be canon or anything, just a silly moment I couldn’t stop thinking of. It took a couple of weeks to finish because writing it made me, ah, too distracted to keep writing for long periods of time… anyway, happy belated birthday Caleb, this whole month is yours as far as I’m concerned!!!
Content Tags: Smut, Caleb in a slutty little thong, what else can I say? IT’S CALEB IN A SLUTTY LITTLE THONG, fem-dommy MC, subby-puppyboy Caleb, use of ma’am, MC gets a lil' rough with Caleb
Length & Status: Roughly 6.9k words, completed one-shot
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“Okay, you have twenty minutes to get ready!” you chirped as you guided Caleb to his bedroom. “I picked out a new outfit for you already. It’s in the gift box in the closet—the one on top. Hurry up and get dressed, I don’t want to be late!”
“Yeah, yeah, because I’m famously the one that takes forever to get ready,” Caleb said with a snort as you shut the door to his room, leaving him alone to get dressed. You normally would’ve verbally sparred with him over that comment, especially since it was coming from the guy who spent a considerable amount of time combing his eyebrows each morning… but that probably really would make you late, so you went to wait in the living room instead.
Besides, it was Caleb’s birthday. As much as you wanted to tease him, you wanted even more for this day to be perfect. You wanted to spoil him, just as he had spoiled you all these years.
The outfit you got for him was tailor-made from the finest, silkiest fabrics; you’d customized it yourself with an airplane broach on the lapel, and even added delicate contrail embroidery flowing from the plane’s wings. You were a teeny bit concerned that it might be too tight after you’d heard his AI assistant make note of his increased chest circumference earlier, but… maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing? You were a sucker for the way Caleb’s muscles strained at the confines of his clothing.
No, a little tightness wouldn’t hurt, you thought smugly.
The gifts didn’t stop at just the outfit. You also got him a few model kits, some paper lanterns and string lights to brighten up his house in Skyhaven, tickets to one of his favorite bands playing back in Linkon, a new comfy sweatshirt to replace the one you’d stolen from him and had no intentions of giving back, and a signed deluxe set of his favorite mecha manga series. There were tins of his favorite hard candies, a variety of snacks from all over the world, a big pack of artisanal apple ciders, and even a cake that you’d baked yourself. You’d gone all out this year.
And most importantly… there was that gift that could technically be considered a gift for yourself, but it was still for him all the same. The thought of that one made you a little nervous to think about. You weren’t sure if he would like it, or if it would be too presumptuous.
But you had a long day of fun plans ahead of you before you would have to worry about that, so you opted not to think about it for now.
“Um… pips, there’s a lot of gift boxes in here—” you heard Caleb’s muffled and slightly confused voice call out from beyond the bedroom door.
“Just the top one, Caleb! The other ones are for later. No peeking!” you shouted back. You wondered if maybe you should’ve separated the birthday outfit from the rest of them to avoid tempting him into ruining the other surprises, but it was too late now.
“Uh. Well. Y/N, are you sure?” his voice had gone a little reedy, a little thin.
“Yes, I’m sure, Caleb. What happened to you being the one who gets ready quickly, huh? Hurry up!”
Little did you know…
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Does she really want me to wear… this?
Caleb stood before the closet, wide-eyed and mouth agape, a drop of perspiration starting to bead at his hairline. He’d stripped out of the colonel’s uniform and opened the box as instructed, expecting to find an outfit that would match the pretty blue dress you were wearing.
But the actual contents of the box left him choking on nothing but his own breath.
He could only assume that there was some kind of mix-up, that this was supposed to be for you. It was… small. Too small for his own hulking build, at least. Something so delicate surely wouldn’t last long on someone built like him. He recognized the size on the tags as your measurements—he'd stolen enough of your undergarments to know exactly which sizes you bought from different brands.
Not only was it not his size, but it was, well… a lacy lingerie set, something that he had never expressed interest in wearing before, regardless of whether it was his size or not.
He gingerly picked up the sheer bralette first, taking in how exquisitely it had been made. It was all-black silk woven into the most beautiful lace, the pattern depicting blooming roses and their thorns in fine detail. It would give next to no coverage. There was no lining or padding, just the loosely woven lace that would allow more than just a glimpse of everything it was supposed to ‘cover’. The bottom edge was scalloped, and the back was an intricate weave of straps crisscrossing each other, adorned in little bows. There were even more crisscrossing straps hanging from underneath the bralette; Caleb wasn’t entirely sure where those were supposed to sit on the body. Was lingerie always so… complicated?
The bottoms—little more than a thong, really—were just as lacy and strappy. There was a series of hip cutouts on each side, as well as a v-shaped cutout where the underwear would rest on the pubic bone. That cutout framed additional crisscrossing straps and another little bow with a golden bell on it that made the most delicate twinkling sound when he flicked it.
Looking at the bell was giving Caleb far too many distracting thoughts.
Well, everything about the set was giving him distracting thoughts.
He cleared his throat, set the lingerie back in the box, and tried desperately to tame his racing mind.
You must have planned on putting this on for him as a birthday gift later and accidentally mixed it in with the other boxes. Caleb was absolutely enthralled at the thought, though perhaps a little worried that he wouldn’t be able to focus the rest of the day knowing what was in store for him. The right thing to do would be to put the lingerie back in the closet, find the correct box, and pretend he hadn’t seen anything at all. He would hate to make you feel like he’d ruined your surprise.
But what if the next box wasn’t the right one, either? You’d told him quite emphatically that there was no peeking allowed, and he’d already ruined one of the surprises…
Caleb picked up the lingerie again.
An impish smirk pulled at the corners of his lips as he decided on a course of action. He’d follow your instructions, verbatim, to a T. It might damage the gift you’d planned on giving him later, but… the best part of that gift came after taking it off anyway, right?
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“Caleb, seriously, how long does it take to put on a shirt and some pants—” you called, only for Caleb’s bedroom door to finally creak open.
“I’m all set!” he replied, perhaps a little too gleefully.
Ugh, finally, you thought as you reached for your purse on the coffee table. You had to leave, like, right now if you wanted to get there on time. You didn’t even spare a glance at Caleb as you made your way to the front door.
“Can you make sure to fly us, like, fast? We have to make up for lost time. But don't go too fast, because we’re about to eat and I don’t want to get sick,” you rambled, oblivious to Caleb’s shenanigans behind you. “And no little stunts like you pulled last time, that little loopty-loop made me sick for days—”
“Sure thing, pips. Hey, are you sure the dress code isn’t too strict where we’re going?”
“Uh, duh, Caleb, you’ve been there before. It’s not that fancy. Besides, isn’t what I picked out for you pretty formal anyway?” you asked as you reached for the doorknob.
“Ah, trends must have changed a bit while I’ve been away. Is this considered formal down in Linkon now?”
You furrowed your brows as you pushed the door open. Was that his subtle way of telling you he didn’t like the outfit you’d picked? Maybe being around all those suits and uniforms in the Farspace Fleet had elevated what he considered formal nowadays. Anything less than full military regalia must’ve felt casual to him at this point. “You’ll be fine, Caleb, just hurry up.”
“Brr!” Caleb made an exaggerated shivering noise as the wind from outside pushed through the open doorway. It was summer, but being so high up here in Skyhaven, it was always a little chilly. “Hold on a sec, I think I’ll need a coat to keep warm, I’ll be right back.”
“Caleb, there was a coat in that damn box, what were you doing that whole—”
And finally, you turned to look at him. Any further words promptly died on your lips.
“Fashion must’ve really changed if this is considered a coat now,” he said, flashing that devilish smile at you, all bright teeth and edges sharp enough to cut.
You were too stunned to speak. Too stunned to do anything but shut the front door you had partially opened. What Caleb was wearing now certainly could not be worn to the restaurant, nor anywhere in public.
He’d put your fucking lingerie set on.
Why the fuck did he look even better in it than you did?
The bralette was stretched impossibly tight across the broad width of his chest, the swell of his pecs filling the cups quite nicely. The decorative straps that webbed out from the bottom of the bralette were pulled just as tight, wrapping around his torso and clinging to the valleys of his rib cage like ivy. Fuck, they framed and accentuated the hard contours of his abs so well. You were struck with the urge to pull each of those stretchy straps and snap them against his skin, to leave little red marks and soothe them with your tongue.
The intensity and fervor of those thoughts nearly knocked you off your feet.
Your eyes trailed lower, low enough to not notice that Caleb’s smile was starting to falter. He’d put it on as a joke—intending to tease you—but it was very clearly not having the effect he’d intended, and now he was wondering if he had made a mistake. The exact words running through his mind were, Is she mad at me for ruining her surprise? Or mad that I’m stretching out her lingerie…?
But that wasn’t what was on your mind. Not at all.
Sure, you were taking note of how tight the lingerie clung to him, but it definitely wasn’t making you angry. The warmth making your cheeks glow red and your core turn molten was a heat much more pleasant than anger.
You were focused on the frilly upper edge of the bottoms, admiring how the protrusion of his hip bones kept the too-tight lace from laying flush against his skin, leaving enough of a gap between the underwear and his skin for you to peak down into them—
Your eyes shot back up to his face as you finally realized that you had just been standing there silently ogling him. Caleb looked just as embarrassed as you did. His cheeks had grown to an effusive shade of red, and he looked about ready to bolt.
Caleb winced before scrambling to find that teasing smile once again. “You said the top box, right?” he offered with a half-hearted laugh. Please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad, he chanted internally.
When you didn’t respond for another long moment and only continued to stare at him wide-eyed and befuddled, the fragments of a smile that he had struggled to put together quickly shattered again.
Oops. Maybe I’m not as funny as I think I am… he thought, stepping back to head to the bedroom.
He cleared his throat and self-consciously lifted his hands to cover his crotch. “Ah, well, maybe you could help me find the actual outfit you got for me since the boxes clearly got mixed up.” Another step backward, and he turned partially around, too embarrassed to face you. The movement gave you a tantalizing glimpse of his muscular ass in the thong, forcing a choked sound from your throat that Caleb mistook for disgust. “Y/N… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, it was supposed to be a joke, but clearly, this was poor taste—”
It was his obvious shame that finally snapped you out of your entranced state, and you grabbed his wrist to stop him from going anywhere. “I don’t think anything has ever tasted better, Caleb.” The words came out in a messy rush, and you immediately covered your mouth with your hands as you processed your words. Did I really just say that?!
It was Caleb’s turn to be shocked into silence.
“Oh, fuck. Pretend I didn’t say anything,” you rushed to add, lifting your hands further to cover your eyes, too. Well, this was just humiliating.
The physical aspect of you and Caleb’s relationship had only just begun to heat up, and though you had planned on taking things to the next level tonight, you were worried you’d just ruined it by admitting you were turned on by him wearing your lingerie.
He was going to think you were weird.
“Um… here… sorry, Caleb, let me go find you the right box…”
You turned to escape the presence of the lace-adorned sex god before you, but it was Caleb’s turn to stop you this time. He grabbed your wrist, halting you in your tracks, and also used a touch of his evol to spin you back towards him.
You were much closer than you had been before.
“Uh-uh, no way, pipsqueak,” Caleb said, and fuck, that teasing, mocking, coquettish tone of voice was back in full force. You’d revealed your weakness, and there would be no stopping him now. “So this set really was for me, huh? You know, as much as I appreciate you letting me know your fantasies, I’m not sure if a restaurant is the right place to explore this particular fantasy.” He chuckled one of those deep, rumbling chuckles that you swore you could feel in your own chest. “Unless, of course, the voyeurism is part of the appeal for you—”
“Caleb!” Your cheeks were going to melt right off of your face. You refused to make eye contact with him and instead kept your gaze straight ahead. But unfortunately—or fortunately, really—that was the perfect height to take in all the floral details of the lacy design hugging his pecs and nipples. It only made you blush harder. “It was an accident, I swear! Ugh, you aren’t going to let this go, are you…”
He continued to laugh, the motion making his pecs jiggle underneath the bralette. His grip on your wrist traveled up your arm before moving to your waist. He took a couple of careful steps forward, using his other hand to protect the back of your head as he backed you into the wall.
And with another touch of evol, he guided your chin to look up at him. His cheeks were red—just as blazingly red as yours—but whatever pleasure he was getting out of seeing you so flustered was overriding the part of him that felt embarrassed. His smile was magnetic, his purple eyes twinkling with light like stars sparking to life during a sunset. “Okay, okay. I’ll let it go if you really want me to. But…” he leaned in close, his lips letting out a gentle ghost of a breath against your cheek. “I’ll be honest, I might have ruined the set by putting it on. It might rip when I take it off… are you sure you don’t want to make the most of it while it's still intact?”
There was a gentle chiming sound. You cocked your head to the side, wondering where the sound was coming from…
Caleb bucked his hips forward, just enough to get the bell to jingle again. Your eyes widened at the realization of what the sound was, and this time when your gaze fell away from him, it wasn’t out of embarrassment.
No, you looked down out of pure hunger to swallow down the sight of his hardening cock pushing against the lace. His cock bobbed like it could feel your gaze as a physical caress on his shaft, chiming that bell with every pulse.
And without much conscious thought, you reached forward, flicking the bell yourself. Caleb let out the smallest little sound, somewhere between a grunt and a whimper. A quick glance at his face revealed something like frustration taking over his expression, his eyebrows pulling together and his lips parting on a breath. Seeing your fingertips come so close to him without actually touching him was a devastating sort of torture.
You decided to ease some of that frustration for him, placing your entire palm over his lace-caged cock, cupping him gently as you leaned in to whisper a threat in his ear. “This set wasn’t cheap, Caleb. If you damage it before you’ve even gotten a chance to see it on me, I swear...”
And as if on cue, there was a telltale ripping sound as his cock bobbed once again beneath your hand. The force of his desire couldn’t be contained by the thin lace, an inch-long hole giving way along the petals of one of the lace flowers, just enough to reveal a throbbing vein wrapped along his shaft.
“Woopsie,” Caleb said with a huffing laugh. “Guess you’ll have to punish me then, huh?”
It felt like all the air had been sucked from the room, leaving you suspended in nothing but his gravitational pull. And before you knew what you were even doing, you were grabbing Caleb by the straps of the bralette, tugging him towards the bedroom and throwing him on top of the covers with a rough shove of your hands.
He collapsed onto the bed with an oomph. Sure, Caleb was much bigger and stronger than you; taller, wider, more muscular, his evol completely overwhelming. Even his personality was so big and bright that you always felt like it consistently outshone every other person in the room. But in that moment, he was completely at your mercy, letting you control him fully. You could tell from his pleading puppy dog eyes, parted lips, and the way he rag-dolled onto the bed with no effort to catch himself that he was ready for whatever you had to give him.
The sight of such a devastating weapon of a man splayed out before you… well. It was enough to burn up any and all hesitations.
Why was I worried that he would think I was weird? He’s always just wanted to please me… I should’ve known this would be no different.
You stepped forward, putting a knee on either side of him on the bed, spread far enough that you weren’t touching him; just hovering above him, tantalizingly close. “Oh, Caleb, you poor thing. It almost sounds like you want to be punished,” you said, trying to match that condescendingly sweet and mocking tone he always used with you. It didn’t come naturally at first, but the way his pupils dilated as he absorbed your words spurred you on. You ran a finger along the hem of the bralette, tracing the curve of one pectoral muscle. “Were you trying to provoke me?”
“Maybe,” he said through a panting breath, watching your finger with rapt attention. “What are you going to do about it?”
Your finger trailed lower, following the middle indent of his abs, trailing lower and lower… before finally halting at the bow perched above his erect cock. He tried to buck his hips in an attempt to make contact with that taunting finger, but you lifted your hand and pressed it flat against his rock-hard tummy to keep him pinned to the bed instead. He let out the most pathetic little whimper; and again, you were struck by just how empowering it felt to be given control over a man that absolutely could break free if he wanted to.
“For starters… I don’t think we’ll be making it to your birthday dinner,” you said, leaning down to make sure he felt the breath of your words as well as heard them. “At least not until you can prove you can behave.”
‘Behave’ must’ve been a trigger word for him, because he bucked his hips up again, hard. It was enough that he was able to make contact with the apex of your thighs this time, the solid length of his cock brushing against your increasingly wet center. You gasped before stuffing down any visible signs of your arousal and replacing them with a look of anger; you flicked the tip of Caleb’s nose like you might’ve done to a poorly trained dog. “No, Caleb,” you scolded with a cluck of your tongue, using your other hand to press him back down to the bed. “You don’t move until I say so, got it?”
He nodded vigorously, his panting picking up with another little whimper. “Okay, I’m sorry, I’ll listen this time. I swear.”
“Mm. We’ll see about that,” you muttered back, and then much to Caleb’s dismay, you stood up from the bed to stand at his feet and look down at him.
You could tell he was fighting not to move. Even though you had just given the order to stay still, he was twitching like it took everything in him not to follow you, to force you to keep close. He bit his lip hard like it was the only thing tethering him to his self-control. You started to pace along the foot of the bed, enjoying the feeling of testing his patience while his throbbing cock tested the restraints of the lingerie.
A long moment passed, but he managed to keep on the bed, only his eyes moving as they followed your pacing steps. It was a good start, but you wanted to push him a little further.
You reached up, untying the bows that made up the straps of your dress slowly, one at a time. As the black ribbons fell down your body, you used your other hand to keep the dress held up. Caleb held his breath as he waited for the reveal.
But just as you dropped the dress, you turned away, only giving him a view of your bare back and the boyshorts that you’d had on underneath the dress. You weren’t wearing a bra since the dress had built-in padding, but Caleb hadn’t earned your tits. Not yet. So you wasted no time in picking up Caleb’s colonel’s coat that he’d discarded on the floor, slipping it on over your shoulders. It was comically large on you, but it did the job of covering most of your body, only revealing the valley between your breasts when you turned back around to face him.
“It’s only fair that I get to wear your clothes if you’re wearing mine, don’t you think?” you said with a smile, bending down to grab the colonel’s hat, too.
“Yeah, I think so, pips,” Caleb said breathlessly with a lick of his lips as he took in that sliver of your revealed body between the lapels of the coat.
“‘Ma’am.’”
“Huh?” His lusty-eyed gaze flickered back up to yours, startled by your harsh tone.
“‘Ma’am’, pretty boy. You’ll be calling me ‘ma’am’ for the duration of your punishment.”
He swallowed hard, pupils blowing out even more. “Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry, ma’am.”
You smiled sweetly at him, a little surprised at how instantly your core reacted to those words, pulsing a hot rhythm in between your thighs. “Good boy,” you said, trying to only appear mildly impressed by his behavior. “Now if I come back over there, can you keep your hands and hips to yourself this time?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Okay, then scooch up, pretty boy. I want you fully on the bed.”
He obeyed, splaying his big, strong body out like a playground for you to play on. With slow, calculated steps, you returned to kneeling on top of him; one knee pressed to either side of his, and this time, you didn’t just hover, but instead settled fully on top of him.
But you didn’t press down against his cock, as tempting as the thought was—instead, you sat on his upper thighs just beneath his cock, close enough to feel the heat of his erection but not close enough to touch. This was just as much a practice in restraint for you as it was for him.
“Now tell me you’re sorry for ruining my gift to you, pretty boy.”
He turned up the dial on the kicked-puppy look, his eyebrows coming together pathetically. “I’m sorry I ripped your lingerie, ma’am. I’ll get you a replacement, I promise. Anything you want.”
Ignoring his pleas for forgiveness, you tapped your finger against your lips. “It makes me wonder if you even want to see me in something like this. Did you not like the set I picked out, Caleb? Is that why you ripped it?” you asked.
“Yes, ma’am—er, I mean, no, ma’am! I love it, I swear, please. I want to see it on you. More than anything.”
“More than you want to see it off of me?” you said, raising an eyebrow at him, thriving off his increasingly flustered demeanor. You cocked your head to the side, imitating the overbearing colonel persona that you knew Caleb to be quite practiced at.
“Ngh—no, that’s not what I meant… fuck, pips, I just want you, please.”
“‘Ma’am,’ pretty boy, don’t make me remind you again.”
“Fuck! I’m sorry, ma’am,” he groaned, throwing up a hand to cover his eyes in embarrassment. “You see what you do to me, pi—ma’am? I can’t think. Take pity on me, please.”
You gave him a dark chuckle in response. “Oh, I can see pretty well, Caleb… you’re hard as steel and I’ve barely even touched you. Are you sure you’re not going to cum on the spot if I give you what you want, my pretty birthday boy?”
“Ngh… I’m trying my best not to, I promise. Please, ma’am, just touch me.” His hips bucked again ever so slightly—almost like it was subconscious, instinctual, unable to be stopped.
God, he sounded so pathetic… you decided to give him a pass for that little slip-up of his hips, though, as he immediately stilled himself and corrected his behavior without being told to this time.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he added with a whisper, chest heaving with a shaky breath.
You leaned forward and wrapped your fingers around his wrist, tugging his arm. “Look me in the eyes when you talk to me,” you ordered. He obeyed, letting you reveal his face and amethyst eyes. His cheeks were flushed, his skin shiny with sweat. “How do you want me to touch you, Caleb? Because as far as I can tell, I already am touching you,” you said, nodding down to where your ass was pressed against his lower thighs.
He licked his lips again hungrily. “Please touch my cock, ma’am.” The words were desperate, a prayer for relief.
You didn’t oblige him right away. Instead, you let your eyes run down his body, watching the way the bralette heaved with his chest, the way his perked nipples pressed against the center of two roses in the lace pattern. You took in the way his cock was practically thrashing beneath the crotch of the panties, begging for release as it rung that little bell, before you ultimately shifted further down his legs and farther away from where he wanted you most.
“No,” he gasped out, breathless, only barely keeping himself from reaching out to you.
You raised one eyebrow at him again, as if to say ‘Are you really talking back to me right now?’ He quickly shut his mouth, eyes dropping in deference. “So impatient,” you said with another cluck of your tongue. “And to think I was only scooting down to give myself better access…”
You positioned yourself over his knees and calves, now at the perfect angle to lean down and run your hot, wet tongue along the silky lace adorning his crotch.
“Gah!” he cried out at the first touch, his whole body jolting from the contact before he quickly forced himself to still again. His attention was completely focused on you, eyes wide and unblinking. You intentionally gave the laziest, most languid stroke that you could; slow enough that the saliva on your tongue had time to drip down, coating his caged cock and seeping through the weave of the panties.
Once you’d made it up the full length with your tongue, you sat back up, giving him a questioning look. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it? Do you still want to talk back and tell me ‘no’, Caleb? Or do you want more, pretty boy?”
“More, please, ma’am, more,” he said, nearly all traces of control evaporated from his tone. Every few moments, his hips bucked up against the air as if it could deliver the release he needed, before he realized he was moving without permission and stilled himself again.
God, he begged so prettily. You were having so much fun, you wanted to tease him for hours, but maybe it was time to take a little more pity on the birthday boy.
You leaned back down, nothing slow about your tongue now as you lapped at his lacy cock. You took note of each and every little sound coming from his throat and chest; little grunts, moans, whimpers, and wordless pleas that had your own slick soaking through your panties and down your thighs. It was going to get all over Caleb’s uniform, but the thought of him ordering around all those subordinates at work while wearing your wetness on his body was too delectable to care about the mess. Let the stains be a reminder that you were the only one who got to order him around.
You ran the tip of your tongue inside the small rip he’d torn through the thong, tracing the shape of his pulsing vein spiderwebbing across his cock. In your exploration, you found that there was one spot on the head of his cock in particular that brought out the most delicious combination of his mewling and whining sounds, and you focused your tongue there until his whole body was as tense as a tree trunk, ready to split in half under the force of your attention.
His dick was so hard that the flesh looked just as strained as the poor lingerie was. The tip of his swollen cock wasn’t just leaking precum anymore; ‘leak’ was too weak of a word. It was pooling forth from the tip, soaking through the undies, bubbling up through the holes of the lace. It was enough sticky fluid that you wondered if he was actually cumming already. But the moment you lifted your tongue off of him to assess the situation, he let out another desperate, whiny moan, decrying your decision to stop licking him. “Hnnng… please… I need you, please don’t stop.”
As much as you loved the taste of him, the wet heat between your thighs was now battling for your attention. So you didn’t listen to him; you pulled your tongue back into your mouth and sat up instead. Caleb’s eyebrows came together just enough to show his vexation, but he managed to keep quiet this time. That’s a good boy, you thought, smirking at him as you adjusted your position above him.
His look of frustration turned to one of awe in moments as he saw that you were bringing your sopping cunt closer to where he needed you most. And when you sat down fully, pressing your full weight on the shaft of his cock, that awe turned to rapture.
Your mouth dropped open for half of a moment before you regained composure; you were just as overwhelmed by the hot contact of your most sensitive parts as he was. The gentle rocking of your hips came naturally as you chased that pleasure, nothing but the two pairs of your underwear separating you.
The rhythm started slow. You didn’t want to chafe him. But fuck, between his precum and your nectar sliding down your cunt, the fabric was lubricated enough to slide pleasantly between you both. It was the most delicious friction, and that slow rhythm quickly turned to a more fervent, bouncing slide, punctuated with your moans as sparks of ecstasy spread up and down your spine, between your legs, to the tips of your toes, catching fire all over your body.
“Fuck, you’re so—ahh—so fucking wet, pips—”
You leaned down, gripping his face with one hand hard, squishing his cheeks together. “Ah, ah, ah, Caleb, that’s not how you address your superior,” you said, forcing the words through your raspy moans. With your free hand, you pointed at the colonel’s hat still perched upon your head, currently at risk of falling off from your bouncing movements over his thong-clad cock. “Did you forget you’re in trouble, pretty boy?”
He bit down on his lip, choking back something akin to a moan-laced sob as you gave him another punishing slide of your hips. “I’m sorry! Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, ma’am, please forgive me, I just want to be your good boy. Please!” His words were slightly muffled from the grip you had on his cheeks.
“Hmm…” you hummed, tilting your head to the side in thought as you released your grip on him. You slowed down the rhythm of your hips, as much as it pained you to do so, relishing in the starved sound he made at the loss of the motion. “Since you’re so good at damaging my underwear…” you said, flicking him on the nose again. “Why don’t you be a doll and put that skill to good use now that we actually need it? Maybe I’ll forgive you if you can impress me, Caleb.”
He didn’t waste any time at all.
The thing about provoking a man with complete control over gravity was that the entire axis of your world could shift in the time it took to blink.
With a predatory grace that spoke to Caleb’s absolute strength and mastery of his evol, he bucked you off of his lap and onto the bed. You landed on your back hard and had no time to recover or orient yourself before he pounced on top of you like a leopard on its prey. At some point during the commotion, he’d managed to pry the lapels of the colonel’s coat from your body, exposing your heaving breasts and perked nipples that jiggled with every rough movement of his body on yours. His eyes were fixated on the bouncing flesh like he was making up for all the lost time you had kept them covered.
He caged you in with those broad shoulders of his, his thighs forcing their way between yours and spreading them with a rough push. An inescapable weight pushed down on both of your hands, keeping them pinned to the bed above your head; he was using his evol, keeping one of his hands free so that he could tear your underwear clean off your body. They came off with a loud, gasp-inducing rip, followed by a second, quieter rip as he tore through the rest of his flimsy, half-torn thong. He tossed both pairs to the side, the bell of the lingerie jingling on the way down.
He didn’t give you a warning as he plowed his cock straight into you.
“Ah!” you cried out, all pretenses of you being in control flying out the window as his cock filled you to the brim, stretching you completely with one movement. Your cunt gave practically no resistance with how thoroughly it was soaked. Even with as long, thick, and overwhelming as his cock was, it slid into you to the hilt like there was nowhere else in this universe that it belonged.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” he panted through the ferocious pounding of his hips. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I couldn’t take it anymore… please forgive me! I promise I’ll make you feel good, I swear, I promise, I promise, please forgive me, I just need you so fucking bad, I can't help myself…”
And maybe you would’ve tried to regain control of the situation, to scold him for acting out so boldly, if you weren’t so utterly and instantly cock-drunk on the way he thrust in and out of you like a demon had possessed him.
The only sounds leaving your lips were ones of primal, feral need. He leaned down to lick those sounds of pleasure off your lips like a puppy lapping up a meal.
The combination of all those hot, wet places meeting was too much—his cock in your cunt, his tongue on yours, his sweat-slicked skin pressing you down into the mattress, his pelvis grinding into your clit each time he bottomed out inside of you, the tingling warmth of his evol pinning your hands above your head—
“Please cum on me,” he begged the words directly between your lips. His pleas tasted so sweet, sweeter than the ripest fruit. “Please, ma’am, I want to feel you cum on me, cum on me, please—”
And this time, you were the one to obey, though you didn’t have much choice in the matter with the way he drove into you so relentlessly. You couldn’t have held that orgasm back even if you tried.
“Ngh—oh, baby, fuck, Caleb, ah!”
Your words came out in a jumbled mess as your body seized up around him. It was a flood, a storm, a tsunami of ecstasy that churned in your belly and raced to your core, throbbing and pulsing and devastating as it crashed against the shores where your bodies met. You went cross-eyed with the intensity of it, your mouth falling open, your back arching, your toes squeezing and curling like there was anything they could hold onto to keep you from falling off this sheer mountain of pleasure.
Caleb took your open mouth as an invitation, plunging his tongue deep to drink up every orgasm-infused breath that you panted out. He moaned into your mouth, loud and filthy and unashamed as your orgasming pussy squeezed out his own climax.
"Yes, yes, yes," he chanted, words going high in pitch, body shuddering. "Ngh... oh fuck, fuck, fuck...."
You could feel every spurt of cum against your inner walls. Every twitching throb, every heated pulse, every little thrust of his hips as he powered your orgasms… dear god, how did he have so much cum in him? It just kept coming; hot, thick, gooey ropes plugging you up, filling you, making you feel heavier, like it was altering the gravity in this room. It was lasting an eternity, a damn waterfall of cum plunging into you, and you never wanted it to stop.
An era had passed when his cock finally started to slow its pulsing climax. But you weren’t done, addicted to the feeling; you bucked your core up against him to take over his faltering thrusts, trying to eke out every last bit of pleasure that you could. That motion alone was enough to trigger an aftershock orgasm in both of you, something you weren’t even sure could happen before this moment. Caleb was crying out your name in between strained, pathetic whimpering sounds like you were draining the damn life from him along with his cum, and your pussy clenched its hardest pulse of pleasure that it had yet, almost painful in its intensity.
When there was not a single drop left of cum in his body, he collapsed atop you, burying his face in your neck. He was so heavy, but you loved it, loved the feeling of him practically suffocating you with all that muscle mass. He lapped up some of the sweat as it dripped down your throat like it would quench his thirst. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he chanted in between panting breaths. “You’re so perfect. Thank you, Y/N, I need this forever…”
You couldn’t help but let out a breathless chuckle at how pleading and desperate he still sounded, even after what you could only assume was the longest orgasm he’d ever had in his life. You reached up, one hand stroking through his hair while the other traced the hem of the sweat-slicked bralette that was still hanging on for dear life around his torso. It took a long moment to regain your ability to speak.
“You’re going to be spending a lot of money replacing my underwear if you really need this forever, Caleb,” you teased, knowing that wasn’t exactly what he meant.
He leaned back enough to flash you a bright smile, his cheeks still flushed so prettily and his sunset eyes blinking sleepily with exhaustion.
“Maybe next time you can help me pick my own lingerie that fits, then, pips,” he said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your swollen lips.
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