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untamed desires | sylus
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My Summer Disaster!
summ. for one whole summer you couldn’t find the man who changed your whole night, until one job interview…
pairing. sylus x f!reader cw. boss!sylus, office sex, p in v, creampie, needy sylus, hes masked, teasing, being loud, pwp HELP, tara mentioned, fingering, hes kinda sensitive, summer fling, 2.6k wc (sobs), not proofread a/n. haven't written for my husband in a hot minute i'm sorry also im so busy I mighhtttt not post for another two weeks :(
“Please…just tell me your name” You beg, riding yourself against the mysterious man in front of you.
But he only chuckled in response and continued to ram in you, subtly changing the topic as you were too dazed to comprehend what was going on.
“Come on.. if y-you’re wearing a mask…ngh..”
You brought your fingers to the light mask resting on his face, tracing the shine that reflected through the dim light and pulled away every strand of self control you had to just pull his stupid mask off.
But when a surprise thrust awakened you from your thoughts, you immediately wrapped your hands around his large arms, nails digging deep in his skin, sinking in the flesh as you were practically holding onto him for dear life.
“Stay focused, sweetie.” He warned, a short catch of a breath caught up seconds after he said that. And it was painfully obvious he was close, but for some reason you knew he was holding back but didn’t know why he wasn’t just finishing.
“Why do you have to wear a mask—hngh I-if we're never gonna see each other after this, huh?”
The question seemed to deflate his mood and he only responded with silence before continuing, “fine then, here.” he leaned in closer and tapped on his mask, indicating for you to take it off.
And so you do, sliding the material off of his face and eyes widen at the sight, the beautiful sight of him. Silverish locks falling against his sides, red ruby iris glaring at you with a hint of something laced in them, you were so starstruck that this man wanted to see you?
“Jus’ gonna stare?” he chuckled, hands sliding down your sides and raising you up as he started sliding himself out of you, and before you could answer, another powerful thrust was sent straight through your body.
You gasp in shock, back arching at the pleasure, you could only give back murmured responses. The thing was, this man was one you’ve never seen before and to think that he’s with you for the night made you feel something.
“Well...” you mumbled, sliding your fingers through his hair, playing with the lightly damp strands before directing your fingers lower. Warm fingertips, tracing every curve of his face, lingering on the bridge of his nose for a few moments before they soon reached his plump lips.
“I mean who could not look away?” confidence laced your voice which only made you want to push your limits, tease him further.
His eyes dart to your lower body, and you could feel him twitching inside you, silently trying to hold himself back, and as much as you wanted him to hold back and keep going, your legs were aching. This was probably the third round you both were at it for.
“Now, tell me your name.” you whisper, dragging your finger even lower, stopping at Adam's apple, lightly toying with it as you watch his reaction intently, and the sounds coming out of his mouth were nothing you expected.
He ducked his flushed face, trying to pry your hand away but it seemed like he was begging for more, nuzzling his face in your hands and groaning before responding, “Sylus. Happy?” the last word came out in a low whisper and he pulled away momentarily.
“You seem pretty confident now, huh? Watch where those fingers go.” he breathed, a low chuckle slipping away moments later, and you of course didn't listen to him and slid your fingers lower and lower, until you reached the right spot, his weak spot.
A surprised moan left his lips and his grip tightened on you, increasing the pace momentarily. You dance your fingers around his collarbone and then to his chest, toying with him like he was a puppet.
His sounds grew louder, vibrating and echoing through the room at every touch. You only grin in response and continue your antics until a menacing growl escaped his lips, he peered his eyes to you, a glow of red shined at you and before you could continue any further a jolt of shock washed through you.
“Wha-”
Sylus plopped his head on your shoulder and slowly pulled out of you, his hot breath ghosting over your skin as he tried to catch his breath, steadying it in a smooth rhythm before pulling away and staring at the mess pooling down you.
“That was…good.”
You chuckle in response and fall against the bed, breathing heavily. His hands clasps your knee and he slowly spreads your legs apart leaning in closer, fingers dancing over your leaking cunt. A low whimper escapes your lips and you wrap your hand around his neck, pulling him closer.
“Worry about that later…” you mumble, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck, not wanting to let go a second of this moment.
“Nope, let’s get cleaned first, then we can do whatever you want for the last night we have together.”
And that was the last time you saw Sylus.
Exactly one summer ago.
--
“I’m getting fired?! Seriously?”
Just when you thought your life was perfectly fine, it felt like a brick was thrown at you and luck was betraying you by the hour.
An angry sigh left your lips and you picked up your bag, walking out the building without getting an explanation as to why you got fired. But it was fine, all you had to do was get another job, it shouldn’t be hard…right?
When you get back to your house you immediately pull out your phone and call your only friend who actually put you onto that job you got fired from.
“Tara! I swear–”
“Hey, hey, calm down. What's up?” she asked, her voice filled with a hint of concern.
“I got fired,” you sigh, plopping your head on your desk as your phone rests on your ear, listening to the white noise echoing through your speakers. Tara was silent for a moment, a sound of hesitation slipped through her voice as she was trying to pick up the right words to make you feel better.
“Really?” she sighed, sadness laced over her bubbly voice and another exasperated sigh left her lips. You hum in response, about to speak but she interrupted again.
“Oh wait! I know someone you could try going to, hold on let me get his…” the rest of her words left in a haze and you weren’t sure if it was even worth going to the new job.
“Agh! I can’t find the boss's contact information but I found another person who you could ask to set an interview with.”
A text message alerted you through your phone and you decided to go along with this little experiment, only going for the interview–if you get it, and hoping you get the job.
“Thanks.”
Once the call ended momentarily, you sent over your resume and cover letter to the company and closed your laptop shut when you finished, waiting for a few days to pass.
And during those few days you were going insane by the second. You kept pacing around your room, checking your laptop every ten minutes, gripping onto your hair, the strands falling off if you pulled on it too hard, you were just going crazy.
But that feeling soon stopped when you were hanging out with Tara at a little cafe, drinking and talking about what not until a bzz vibrated through your pockets. You pulled out your phone and noticed you got an email back from the company, asking you for an interview.
“Finally!” you cheer, smashing your head against your palms as a tried, victorious groan left your lips.
“It’s only been a few days and you’ve been freaking out as if they rejected you.” Tara teased, hitting the end of her drink against your ducked head, making you flinch at the cold touch.
“Well how am i supposed to trust you after I got fired from my previous job?”
Tara only chuckled in response, biting the tip of her straw before shrugging, “I mean, why did you get fired?”
“Not sure, I left before they could explain.”
“Haha, okay. When's your interview? Wanna practice with me?” she suggested. Intrigued, you nod and get up from your seat, Tara following suit and the two of you headed back to your place.
And you practiced the hell out of those practice interviews. Tara acted like five different types of interviewers so you knew how to react with each one.
--
As you headed to your interview you couldn’t help but feel very nervous, despite practicing a bunch of times the nervous feeling kept sinking in you the closer you got to the building. And before you knew it, you were already parked in the lot.
Your fingers gripped on the wheel and you rushed out of your car, heading in the building.
Immediately you were met with a guard in a mask walking towards you, asking for your name and why you were here.
You give him your information and the eyes of his mask lit up before he nodded and started walking ahead, indicating for you to follow.
You follow the masked man and after a short walk the two of you stood in front of a fancy door, the edges of the frame tainted in a rusted gold, the doorknob shining at you as you inched your hand closer and closer to the material.
“Boss should be in there,” the masked man bowed and raised his head, nodding at the door letting you in. and the second you walked into the door you were met with a man sitting across the table with…a mask?
A mask that you swore you recognized.
You step towards the chair adjacent to the man and he waves his hand at the chair letting you take it.
A beat of silence echoed through the room before a cold chuckle vibrated through you. You peer your head up at the man and slowly tilt it to the right, there was something about the way he laughed that it was something you’ve heard before.
“Let’s get started shall we?”
And, fuck, there was no way this wasn’t the man you were with two summers ago. There was too much resemblance, the silver hair, the mask, and even the voice! It had to be Sylus, but you were way too scared to call him out.
“Okay.”
As the interview wrapped up Sylus sat back on his seat as he wrote the last few bits of information down. The silence started to grow louder, more suffocating and you were dreading for this moment to end so he could wrap up the interview and you could leave.
“Hm..”
You peered your head to the hum and stared at him with a confused look, waiting for his words to come out, and as time started to move slower, feeling like the minutes were turning to hours, and hours turning into–
“You’re hired.”
“Really Sy– I mean thank yo–”
“So you knew it was me this whole time?” he chuckled, slipping his mask off his face and got up from his seat, stepping towards you.
“You still remember me after a year?”
Sylus shrugged and stood in front of you, leaning in closer, his hot breath tickling against your skin, rosey lips ghosting over yours. Your breath hitches in response and you gulp the lump forming in your throat as you stare at his questioning gaze.
“I haven’t been with anyone after you.”
“Really?”
--
The next thing you knew, you were pinned against his desk, arms resting on the cold wood, nails digging deep in the stained material. Sylus has his hands all over you, acting like he hasn't seen you in forever, and that's exactly what was happening.
He slid his fingers along your pants, toying with the waistband before pulling them down, a light thud echoing through the room when your pants fell to your feet. He grabbed onto your waist, pulling you closer to him.
The fabric of his pants slid against your bare thighs, your legs quiver at the feeling and you instinctively rode yourself against him, pretty sounds leaving both yours and his lips and you soon felt his hand linger against your panties.
“I swear I haven't…” he mumbled, slipping your panties off and rubbing his finger against your clit, small circular motions in an unsynchronized pattern that you remembered from the last time you two were together.
“haven't–hngh what?” you tease, pushing yourself deeper on his fingers. Sylus hummed in response and slid his fingers in you, leaning in closer, sinking his teeth in your skin, making you moan in response.
“I said it already.” he mumbled against your skin, sucking on you like he was a vampire needing blood–your blood. His lips find their way creeping higher and higher on your body, soon planting them on your padded lips.
“I missed…you” he murmured against the kiss, sliding his tongue against your glossed, parted lips, his tongue soon sliding in your mouth, tongue intertwining with yours as he continued to eat you like a monster.
His hands stayed clasped around your hips and he raised you up the slightest, grinding himself against you again. One of his hands slipped away from your hips and rested on his belt, quickly unbuckling it in a quick movement before sliding his pants down.
You stare at his every move, watching as his rough, large fingers wrap around his cock, stroking himself in a quick movement as he stared into your eyes with desire.
He pulled his hand away, raising your legs above his shoulder and pressed his wet, hard tip against your leaking hole. Slowly, yet carefully sliding himself inside.
A surprised yelp escaped your lips and you could feel him twitch inside you as he continued to pound himself quicker, his thrusts filled with urgency, neediness, passion. Rather any emotion can explain the feeling of how you were getting fucked.
He continued to hold you with a steady grip, increasing and decreasing the pace, losing the pattern that was never there. He was so captivated by feeling you he couldn't help but feel addicted, way too addicted he could just…
“Fuck.” he moaned, yanking his head back as one more powerful thrust sent him to cum right inside you. Spurs of his pellucid mixture jolted through your body and it was like a wave of deja vu washing through you.
“That felt…familiar.” he chuckled, pulling out the slightest before looking back at you. You nod and he only chuckles in response.
“Wanna know why you got fired?” he asked, slowly sliding himself deeper inside you again. You moan in response and nod, and then it hit you– he had something to do with it?
“Wait– wha– ungh” you felt your whole body ripping to shreds when Sylus continued to quicken his pace on you. Your eyes peer down at the mess on the desk and you look back up at Sylus who chuckled in response.
“Of course I had something to do with it.” he laughed, making a moaning mess as he tried to find the right words to continue, but you felt too good, sputters of random nonsense started to pool out of his mouth.
You felt yourself reaching closer to release, walls flutter around his thick cock and a surprised noise escaped Sylus’ lips. He panted heavily, staring into your eyes as he watched your face twist in pleasure, looking down at the sticky mess gluing the two of you together before pulling away and plopping against your shoulder.
“Tell me everything from start to finish.” you say, tangling your fingers around his hair and lifting his head up to look down at him.
“It's nothing special except me doing a little deal with your company” he teased.
“Seriously?” you deadpan, pushing him away and attempting to lift yourself off the desk but almost collapsed.
Oh, fuck
part 10 of untamed desires | sylus -> next work
My Summer Disaster!
summ. for one whole summer you couldn’t find the man who changed your whole night, until one job interview…
pairing. sylus x f!reader cw. boss!sylus, office sex, p in v, creampie, needy sylus, hes masked, teasing, being loud, pwp HELP, tara mentioned, fingering, hes kinda sensitive, summer fling, 2.6k wc (sobs), not proofread a/n. haven't written for my husband in a hot minute i'm sorry also im so busy I mighhtttt not post for another two weeks :(
“Please…just tell me your name” You beg, riding yourself against the mysterious man in front of you.
But he only chuckled in response and continued to ram in you, subtly changing the topic as you were too dazed to comprehend what was going on.
“Come on.. if y-you’re wearing a mask…ngh..”
You brought your fingers to the light mask resting on his face, tracing the shine that reflected through the dim light and pulled away every strand of self control you had to just pull his stupid mask off.
But when a surprise thrust awakened you from your thoughts, you immediately wrapped your hands around his large arms, nails digging deep in his skin, sinking in the flesh as you were practically holding onto him for dear life.
“Stay focused, sweetie.” He warned, a short catch of a breath caught up seconds after he said that. And it was painfully obvious he was close, but for some reason you knew he was holding back but didn’t know why he wasn’t just finishing.
“Why do you have to wear a mask—hngh I-if we're never gonna see each other after this, huh?”
The question seemed to deflate his mood and he only responded with silence before continuing, “fine then, here.” he leaned in closer and tapped on his mask, indicating for you to take it off.
And so you do, sliding the material off of his face and eyes widen at the sight, the beautiful sight of him. Silverish locks falling against his sides, red ruby iris glaring at you with a hint of something laced in them, you were so starstruck that this man wanted to see you?
“Jus’ gonna stare?” he chuckled, hands sliding down your sides and raising you up as he started sliding himself out of you, and before you could answer, another powerful thrust was sent straight through your body.
You gasp in shock, back arching at the pleasure, you could only give back murmured responses. The thing was, this man was one you’ve never seen before and to think that he’s with you for the night made you feel something.
“Well...” you mumbled, sliding your fingers through his hair, playing with the lightly damp strands before directing your fingers lower. Warm fingertips, tracing every curve of his face, lingering on the bridge of his nose for a few moments before they soon reached his plump lips.
“I mean who could not look away?” confidence laced your voice which only made you want to push your limits, tease him further.
His eyes dart to your lower body, and you could feel him twitching inside you, silently trying to hold himself back, and as much as you wanted him to hold back and keep going, your legs were aching. This was probably the third round you both were at it for.
“Now, tell me your name.” you whisper, dragging your finger even lower, stopping at Adam's apple, lightly toying with it as you watch his reaction intently, and the sounds coming out of his mouth were nothing you expected.
He ducked his flushed face, trying to pry your hand away but it seemed like he was begging for more, nuzzling his face in your hands and groaning before responding, “Sylus. Happy?” the last word came out in a low whisper and he pulled away momentarily.
“You seem pretty confident now, huh? Watch where those fingers go.” he breathed, a low chuckle slipping away moments later, and you of course didn't listen to him and slid your fingers lower and lower, until you reached the right spot, his weak spot.
A surprised moan left his lips and his grip tightened on you, increasing the pace momentarily. You dance your fingers around his collarbone and then to his chest, toying with him like he was a puppet.
His sounds grew louder, vibrating and echoing through the room at every touch. You only grin in response and continue your antics until a menacing growl escaped his lips, he peered his eyes to you, a glow of red shined at you and before you could continue any further a jolt of shock washed through you.
“Wha-”
Sylus plopped his head on your shoulder and slowly pulled out of you, his hot breath ghosting over your skin as he tried to catch his breath, steadying it in a smooth rhythm before pulling away and staring at the mess pooling down you.
“That was…good.”
You chuckle in response and fall against the bed, breathing heavily. His hands clasps your knee and he slowly spreads your legs apart leaning in closer, fingers dancing over your leaking cunt. A low whimper escapes your lips and you wrap your hand around his neck, pulling him closer.
“Worry about that later…” you mumble, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck, not wanting to let go a second of this moment.
“Nope, let’s get cleaned first, then we can do whatever you want for the last night we have together.”
And that was the last time you saw Sylus.
Exactly one summer ago.
--
“I’m getting fired?! Seriously?”
Just when you thought your life was perfectly fine, it felt like a brick was thrown at you and luck was betraying you by the hour.
An angry sigh left your lips and you picked up your bag, walking out the building without getting an explanation as to why you got fired. But it was fine, all you had to do was get another job, it shouldn’t be hard…right?
When you get back to your house you immediately pull out your phone and call your only friend who actually put you onto that job you got fired from.
“Tara! I swear–”
“Hey, hey, calm down. What's up?” she asked, her voice filled with a hint of concern.
“I got fired,” you sigh, plopping your head on your desk as your phone rests on your ear, listening to the white noise echoing through your speakers. Tara was silent for a moment, a sound of hesitation slipped through her voice as she was trying to pick up the right words to make you feel better.
“Really?” she sighed, sadness laced over her bubbly voice and another exasperated sigh left her lips. You hum in response, about to speak but she interrupted again.
“Oh wait! I know someone you could try going to, hold on let me get his…” the rest of her words left in a haze and you weren’t sure if it was even worth going to the new job.
“Agh! I can’t find the boss's contact information but I found another person who you could ask to set an interview with.”
A text message alerted you through your phone and you decided to go along with this little experiment, only going for the interview–if you get it, and hoping you get the job.
“Thanks.”
Once the call ended momentarily, you sent over your resume and cover letter to the company and closed your laptop shut when you finished, waiting for a few days to pass.
And during those few days you were going insane by the second. You kept pacing around your room, checking your laptop every ten minutes, gripping onto your hair, the strands falling off if you pulled on it too hard, you were just going crazy.
But that feeling soon stopped when you were hanging out with Tara at a little cafe, drinking and talking about what not until a bzz vibrated through your pockets. You pulled out your phone and noticed you got an email back from the company, asking you for an interview.
“Finally!” you cheer, smashing your head against your palms as a tried, victorious groan left your lips.
“It’s only been a few days and you’ve been freaking out as if they rejected you.” Tara teased, hitting the end of her drink against your ducked head, making you flinch at the cold touch.
“Well how am i supposed to trust you after I got fired from my previous job?”
Tara only chuckled in response, biting the tip of her straw before shrugging, “I mean, why did you get fired?”
“Not sure, I left before they could explain.”
“Haha, okay. When's your interview? Wanna practice with me?” she suggested. Intrigued, you nod and get up from your seat, Tara following suit and the two of you headed back to your place.
And you practiced the hell out of those practice interviews. Tara acted like five different types of interviewers so you knew how to react with each one.
--
As you headed to your interview you couldn’t help but feel very nervous, despite practicing a bunch of times the nervous feeling kept sinking in you the closer you got to the building. And before you knew it, you were already parked in the lot.
Your fingers gripped on the wheel and you rushed out of your car, heading in the building.
Immediately you were met with a guard in a mask walking towards you, asking for your name and why you were here.
You give him your information and the eyes of his mask lit up before he nodded and started walking ahead, indicating for you to follow.
You follow the masked man and after a short walk the two of you stood in front of a fancy door, the edges of the frame tainted in a rusted gold, the doorknob shining at you as you inched your hand closer and closer to the material.
“Boss should be in there,” the masked man bowed and raised his head, nodding at the door letting you in. and the second you walked into the door you were met with a man sitting across the table with…a mask?
A mask that you swore you recognized.
You step towards the chair adjacent to the man and he waves his hand at the chair letting you take it.
A beat of silence echoed through the room before a cold chuckle vibrated through you. You peer your head up at the man and slowly tilt it to the right, there was something about the way he laughed that it was something you’ve heard before.
“Let’s get started shall we?”
And, fuck, there was no way this wasn’t the man you were with two summers ago. There was too much resemblance, the silver hair, the mask, and even the voice! It had to be Sylus, but you were way too scared to call him out.
“Okay.”
As the interview wrapped up Sylus sat back on his seat as he wrote the last few bits of information down. The silence started to grow louder, more suffocating and you were dreading for this moment to end so he could wrap up the interview and you could leave.
“Hm..”
You peered your head to the hum and stared at him with a confused look, waiting for his words to come out, and as time started to move slower, feeling like the minutes were turning to hours, and hours turning into–
“You’re hired.”
“Really Sy– I mean thank yo–”
“So you knew it was me this whole time?” he chuckled, slipping his mask off his face and got up from his seat, stepping towards you.
“You still remember me after a year?”
Sylus shrugged and stood in front of you, leaning in closer, his hot breath tickling against your skin, rosey lips ghosting over yours. Your breath hitches in response and you gulp the lump forming in your throat as you stare at his questioning gaze.
“I haven’t been with anyone after you.”
“Really?”
--
The next thing you knew, you were pinned against his desk, arms resting on the cold wood, nails digging deep in the stained material. Sylus has his hands all over you, acting like he hasn't seen you in forever, and that's exactly what was happening.
He slid his fingers along your pants, toying with the waistband before pulling them down, a light thud echoing through the room when your pants fell to your feet. He grabbed onto your waist, pulling you closer to him.
The fabric of his pants slid against your bare thighs, your legs quiver at the feeling and you instinctively rode yourself against him, pretty sounds leaving both yours and his lips and you soon felt his hand linger against your panties.
“I swear I haven't…” he mumbled, slipping your panties off and rubbing his finger against your clit, small circular motions in an unsynchronized pattern that you remembered from the last time you two were together.
“haven't–hngh what?” you tease, pushing yourself deeper on his fingers. Sylus hummed in response and slid his fingers in you, leaning in closer, sinking his teeth in your skin, making you moan in response.
“I said it already.” he mumbled against your skin, sucking on you like he was a vampire needing blood–your blood. His lips find their way creeping higher and higher on your body, soon planting them on your padded lips.
“I missed…you” he murmured against the kiss, sliding his tongue against your glossed, parted lips, his tongue soon sliding in your mouth, tongue intertwining with yours as he continued to eat you like a monster.
His hands stayed clasped around your hips and he raised you up the slightest, grinding himself against you again. One of his hands slipped away from your hips and rested on his belt, quickly unbuckling it in a quick movement before sliding his pants down.
You stare at his every move, watching as his rough, large fingers wrap around his cock, stroking himself in a quick movement as he stared into your eyes with desire.
He pulled his hand away, raising your legs above his shoulder and pressed his wet, hard tip against your leaking hole. Slowly, yet carefully sliding himself inside.
A surprised yelp escaped your lips and you could feel him twitch inside you as he continued to pound himself quicker, his thrusts filled with urgency, neediness, passion. Rather any emotion can explain the feeling of how you were getting fucked.
He continued to hold you with a steady grip, increasing and decreasing the pace, losing the pattern that was never there. He was so captivated by feeling you he couldn't help but feel addicted, way too addicted he could just…
“Fuck.” he moaned, yanking his head back as one more powerful thrust sent him to cum right inside you. Spurs of his pellucid mixture jolted through your body and it was like a wave of deja vu washing through you.
“That felt…familiar.” he chuckled, pulling out the slightest before looking back at you. You nod and he only chuckles in response.
“Wanna know why you got fired?” he asked, slowly sliding himself deeper inside you again. You moan in response and nod, and then it hit you– he had something to do with it?
“Wait– wha– ungh” you felt your whole body ripping to shreds when Sylus continued to quicken his pace on you. Your eyes peer down at the mess on the desk and you look back up at Sylus who chuckled in response.
“Of course I had something to do with it.” he laughed, making a moaning mess as he tried to find the right words to continue, but you felt too good, sputters of random nonsense started to pool out of his mouth.
You felt yourself reaching closer to release, walls flutter around his thick cock and a surprised noise escaped Sylus’ lips. He panted heavily, staring into your eyes as he watched your face twist in pleasure, looking down at the sticky mess gluing the two of you together before pulling away and plopping against your shoulder.
“Tell me everything from start to finish.” you say, tangling your fingers around his hair and lifting his head up to look down at him.
“It's nothing special except me doing a little deal with your company” he teased.
“Seriously?” you deadpan, pushing him away and attempting to lift yourself off the desk but almost collapsed.
Oh, fuck
part 10 of untamed desires | sylus -> next work
VIDEO GAME FUCKER!
summ. in which, you fuck your gaming rival so he wouldn't win the championships!
pairing. caleb x f!reader cw. gamer!caleb, gamer!reader, caleb uses emoticons, flirting, fingering, hand jobs, p in v, rivals with benefits (again? lol), dirty talk, he has another stupid username, kind of mean Caleb, semi public, kissing, wall sex, zayne mentioned again lol wc. 3.9k a/n. we should :D :3 ^_^ with each other!!! fixing mistakes later, my apologies if there are any
“Ugh! Zayne! This person keeps winning every round and I literally got moved to second place!” Caleb angrily threw his controller across his desk and slumped down on his ragged gaming chair.
Zayne sighed, a tired sigh left his lips and he placed his hand on Caleb's trembling shoulder, he patted him a few times before strutting to Caleb’s bed and plopped on the soft mattress. “Well maybe if you don't angrily smash your fingers on your controller, then you could win.”
Caleb only rolled his eyes in response and slid back up on his chair, grabbing onto the controller and angrily clicked a few buttons to get the next round going.
Then a ding alerted him from his angry state and Caleb glanced at the bottom corner and noticed a red dot hovering over the chat bubble. Curious, he brought his cursor to the button and clicked it just to be met with no new reaction at all, just anger building up on anger.
Caleb skimmed at the message you sent, it wasn’t anything serious – matter of a fact, it wasn't even anything horrible. Just a little teasing with a little wink emoticon that totally distracted him and even forgot he was playing a serious game.
“Championships are soon and this idiot is annoying me…” Caleb muttered, thinking of a response, something flirty that might throw you off. But before he could even bring his fingers to his keyboard a sound effect of defeat blared through his computer.
“Shit!”
Caleb slammed his head against his desk, his fingers clutching on the keyboard as he panted heavily, trying to control his anger. Zayne sighed again, Caleb heard him lift off from his bed and head towards the door.
“Rather you be quiet and deal with the losses, or stop playing for a while to… calm yourself down.”
Caleb stared at Zayne's suggestion with a confused look and before he could strike back, the door closed shut. Caleb averted his gaze back to his screen which displayed several more messages from you.
“So annoying.”
calebexplodes: 1v1, in the practice room?
Caleb eagerly stared at the text bubbles appearing and disappearing as he anticipated your response. After an excruciating two minutes–yes he counted, exactly 120 seconds of the bubbles disappearing and reappearing, a response finally came in.
“okay?”
Caleb stared at the little ‘ok’ in disbelief, he scoffed and left the server to make a private one and invited you in. He patiently waited at the lobby and when your character finally loaded up he pulled out the chat and already started acting like he was better than you.
calebexplodes: get ready to lose!! :D
annoying idiot: whatever you say… vc?
Yes, he had already changed your nickname before he even found out your actual name–But Caleb stared at the screen with widened eyes, he hesitantly dragged his mouse to the mic in the top corner and in a click he was in. He awkwardly shifted around his seat before he heard another ding appear in the voice chat room, and noticed your profile right above his.
“Hello?” Caleb took the initiative to talk first, if he was going to be cocky on text he had to at least have some confidence when you were voice chatting, but the second your beautiful voice surged through Caleb’s headset he almost fell down his chair.
“Wha–”
Caleb shut his mouth and gulped the lump forming in his throat, he knew he was playing with a girl – I mean, it was obvious from the start. But the way your voice sounded was just too distracting if his goal was to win, right?
With the clear of his throat, he went back to his poker face – as if you could see him – he still wanted to try to act tough.
Caleb started the round and swiftly moved his fingers around his controller, his eyes only focusing on the game nothing el–
“So, you’re going to the championships?” you asked, a hint of seduction laced your voice and Caleb shut his eyes in embarrassment.
Shit.
---
You move your mouse around your desk as your other fingers work quick movements on your keyboard, the awkward silence before the round started was just as worse as not getting a response from ‘calebexplodes’, or Caleb perhaps.
“Caleb?” you ask, shooting several shots at him which caused him to die immediately. An annoyed sigh was heard from the other side of your headset and you chuckled in response. It was obvious he was angry, probably because you took his number one spot, but you also felt like there was more than that.
“Yeah?” his voice comes out in a groggy tone and you only scoff in response. But before you could ask your question again, Caleb interrupted you.
“And yes, I am going to the championships, once I get first place again.” The last few words came out in a mumble and you could just hear the challenge in his voice.
“Oh really? Join me in a real match then.” you say, flicking your cursor to the exit button, hovering your finger over your padded mouse, “Not sure what we needed a private room for, hmm?”
“Is that how you want to play, pipsqueak? Fine then.” Caleb shot a few shots at your character and soon left the room momentarily, waiting for you in the lobby at the supposedly ‘real match’.
“That isn't even my name..” you mumble and leave the practice room, heading over to the lobby where Caleb was patiently waiting.
calebexplodes: took u long enough ;) let's play now.
You sent a little ‘ok’ and joined the game.
The countdown flashed on your screen, the bright numbers illuminated your dark room and you sat up, getting ready for a real game. A game that will hopefully not bring Caleb back to number one.
But, shit. You thought he was just as bad as he was in the practice room, and the previous rounds you played before you reached number one. But now that Caleb’s number 1 spot was gone, he was actually dedicated to going back.
“This is crazy…” you mutter, countering a few more shots at him, and just before the last bullet could go through, he headshot you and a sound of defeat alarmed through your computer. You scoff in disbelief and check the leaderboard to notice Caleb was back at number 1?!
calebexplodes: told u i would get it back ;3
You don’t reply. Instead, you request to start another match, hoping to get your number one spot back.
But game after game, it felt like the two of you were playing for hours, and hours. You were too engraved in trying to win, you didn't even notice you went down on the leaderboard.
“Fucking idiot.” you seethe, requesting one more round, but Caleb declined the request and made up some lame excuse in the chat, saying he was tired, yada yada. You didn't care about anything except trying to get back to number one.
So when he left the lobby, sending a ‘see you later pips! <3’ you risked your sleep schedule to try to at least get back to second place.
And hours later, you finally were back in second place.
--
“Zayne, Wake up.” Caleb shook Zayne’s sleeping figure lying on his bed and patiently waited for him to wake up.
Zayne stirred in his place and in a groan he winked his eyes open, staring at Caleb’s impatient look plastered all over his face, “what is it?” he whispered, draping his blanket over his face as his breathing steadied to a rhythmic pace.
“When's the championship?”
“Shouldn’t you know this…ugh anyway, i’m pretty sure in a week or so.”
Caleb nodded, “Perfect, drop me off there, alright?”
Zayne only hummed in response and Caleb left the room eventually.
He grabbed a small snack and headed straight to his bedroom to play his game all day.
Caleb checked the leaderboard and still noticed he was number one and you were number two just made him chuckle. He joined matched with random people, all of them he was beating in seconds, it just wasn't as fun as it was with you.
Out of curiosity after his most recent match–which he of course won–he checked out your profile, and fuck, it was the wrong–no, perfect time because you were online. Caleb instinctively brought his cursor to the chat bubble under your profile and clicked it.
calebexplodes: few rounds? i've been good today :p
annoying idiot: sure, vc me tho i don't feel like typing.
Caleb rolled his eyes and immediately joined the voice chat room, when a ding was heard seconds later, indicating you were in the room, Caleb immediately put on his nonchalant persona and started playing as if you were any other player.
“I checked out the rules and stuff for the championship and noticed it's only the top six people playing with each other.” Caleb mentioned, his shaky fingers sliding along his controller, clicking every button as he started to miss every shot.
God, why was he so nervous playing with you? Especially with voice chat?
“Yeah I heard, imagine we verse each other.” you chuckle, and Caleb swore that was the only thing he heard slip out of your lips. He nodded and grinned to himself, verse with you? As if he wasn’t doing that right now, but the thought of doing it in person sounded even better.
“Of course I'd win though, the cash prize looks really good too.” Caleb teased.
“Don't get too cocky now, watch, I'll win, jus’ like riiightt now!”
Before Caleb could even comprehend what you meant by that, his screen flickered to the big letters of ‘defeat’ written all over it. He moaned in agony and hit the corner of his controller on his forehead.
“That was just one game, pipsqueak. We still have a bunch more to go.”
“And I'll win all those other games!” you cheer, the only thing filled in your voice was confidence, and challenge. Caleb only let out a cold, mocking laugh and shook his head.
“Best to ten gets what the other person wants, alright?”
“Oh now we're going for rewards? Watch out.” you chuckle and snipe him in the head. Caleb’s mouth opened to an ‘o’ shape and he angrily clicked the buttons on his controller, his breath getting ragged by the second and as rounds kept going and going he eventually lost.
2-10.
Only two points. He only got two points.
If you two weren't playing with voice chat and he wasn’t hearing the sweet teases coming out of your mouth he could've been the one who got ten points.
“What do you want?”
“Actually, I'll give it to you on competition day.”
Caleb raised an eyebrow and hummed in response, then he definitely had to dress up nice if it's something you wanted to give, especially in person.
“See you next week, Caleb.”
Caleb muttered a quick goodbye and left the game. He sunk his face between his palms and groaned in annoyance.
Oh, he was so not ready for next week.
--
It felt like the week had gone by so fast, just a second ago you were playing several rounds with Caleb, but no. After that one game with him, both you and him avoided each other's paths and practiced alone.
Now, you were dolled up in a cute outfit, and sat in your car as you drove to the place where the championship would be taken. A wave of nervousness filled your body as you were already in the parking lot finding a spot.
You eventually parked at the corner of the lot and hopped out your car, walking inside the building. The first thing you were met with was people giving you a sticker and marker so you could write your own name tag.
“Watching or playing?” one of the guards asked, you told them you were playing and they let you through.
Now all you needed to do was find Caleb.
As you searched through the scatters of people all over the building, your gaze just stayed stuck on everyone's name tags stuck to their chest, and just as you were about to give up and ask people where Caleb was, you finally noticed a nametag from afar.
Which read ‘caleb’ with a little apple drawing next to it.
Now that had to be him.
And god, he was beautiful.
You push past the swarm of people and reach Caleb who was sitting on a chair on his phone, his bored eyes were glued on his screen and he didn't notice a presence near him. You tapped on his shoulder and Caleb finally glanced away from his phone and looked up at you.
“I..”
Caleb shakily put his phone in his pocket and crossed his arms in a mocking manner as he tried to compose himself near you.
“Ready to lose?” he mocked, lifting himself off his seat, glancing at the clock at the far end of the wall and back at you. You shook your head and leaned in closer, eyes darting at his violet iris before snaking down to his outfit.
“I’m going to win. Watch.”
“Oh? Now that's a confident pipsqueak.” Caleb chuckled and wrapped his fingers around your wrist, pulling you away from the large crowd and brought you to a secluded hallway, pinning you against the wall.
His fingers danced around the straps of your dress as he stared into your eyes, seeking for something you promised to give him. But a mocking scoff escaped your lips and you lightly shove Caleb away from you.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Well you..” Caleb glanced around the hall before leaning closer to your ear, “you had something to give me on this day, and I think I got an idea what it is…” he taunts, not moving an inch, and instead just lingers by your ear.
You could feel his breathing get heavier, ghosting intricate patterns along your warm skin which made your whole body shudder in fear. A menacing grin formed on your lips and before Caleb could ask you another question, you crashed your lips on his.
His rough padded lips, graze against your soft slightly parted ones, he slid his tongue through the opened entrance and collided his hot, wet tongue with yours. He was practically eating you alive, his mouth opened wider as he sunk himself deeper inside you, tasting every inch of you.
A low, broken moan left Caleb's lips, leaving a spark of vibration radiating through your body. Caleb pulled away to catch his breath, panting heavily at you with flushed rosy cheeks. A glint of something different appeared in his eyes and Caleb leaned in again.
“So this is what you were going to give me?” Caleb breathed, pressing his forehead against yours. You nod in response but there was–well, is moreyou could give. I mean, your game isn't even until an hour or so later so there is a bunch of time.
Which also means extra time to distract Caleb from winning the championships!
“There’s more I could give…” you whisper, sliding your hand down his outfit, toying with the tie dangling off his outfit.
“And a suit for a gaming competition?” you chuckle, tugging on his tie which caused Caleb to whimper in response.
“Thought I'd impress you and the audience when I win.” Caleb grinned and planted small kisses along your face as his fingers started drifting lower on your dress.
“Seriously think you’re going to win?” Your fingers slide to the bulge denting through his tight dress pants, you grabbed onto his boner and rubbed rhythmic movements on it.
“I-I will.. m-more please..” he whimpered, gripping onto the seams of your dress, practically threatening to rip it off if you continued to tease him further.
And so, you give him more. You slid your fingers under the rough, seamless fabric, slicking your thumb across his already wet boxers. You soon slid them down and his length sprung out with dribbles of pre sliding down.
Oh.
Without wasting another second you wrapped your fingers around his length, and pumped your wrist in quick, deliberate movements.
The rhythm started getting lost at every stroke, both you and him were too much in a daze to even comprehend the situation going on.
The man you were competing with every single day was now desperately clutching onto you as you had your hand wrapped around his cock.
“N-ngh stop.. enough, I-I’m gonna…” Caleb’s speech started to get broken, more ragged, he was practically in heat by the touch of your fingers.
“Can’t even hold it in? Is this your first time?” You tease, but the statement must’ve caused a different reaction to Caleb and spurs of his pellucid mixture coated your fingers.
“Your…” he panted, sliding his fingers under your dress and ghosted his fingers against your goosebumped skin. His rough fingers gripped on your thigh and he averted his glistening violet gaze at you.
“Your turn.” he mumbled.
“Huh? My turn?–ungh!” Before you could even process what was going on, Caleb had already flipped you over against the wall and lifted your dress, tugging at your panties before sliding them off.
“Caleb..” you whimper, turning your head to his direction to look at his state, and fuck.
His eyes gleamed with pleasure all over it, he kept his teary gaze locked on your bare, exposed skin beneath him. His fingers glide down to your soaking cunt and without wasting a second, he slid a finger in you.
And then another, he already had two fingers deep inside your drooling cunt and fucked it like it was the hunderth time he did this, but no. This was probably the first time he's touched a woman.
His fingers slide in and out of you, making you have to stuff the ends of your dress in your mouth to muffle your sounds. Now that he was the one practically pleasuring you there was no way he’s going to get distracted.
“Mmph m–”
“What was that?”
“Fuck.. fuck me” you breathed, hoping it was the slightest bit convincing and well, from the looks of it, he looked like he was about to crumble to pieces after hearing that.
Caleb listened to your request immediately, slicking his fingers out of you and pressed the tip of his leaking cock against your entrance. The feeling of him slowly sliidingg into you almost made you come on the spot.
You slowly rode your hips back, hitting a smooth rhythm against his hips and Caleb only moaned in response, following the same movements as you. One of his hands grabbed onto your hips as the other was placed on your lower back, slowly pushing you down so you could feel every inch of him.
“‘S it good? hngh” Caleb was the one who couldnt control his noises every time he tries asking you something, and fuck, you couldnt do the same either. You felt his cock slowly slide in and out of you before you could catch a break, he rammed his full length inside you.
“Hah.. Caught ya off guard didn't i?” Caleb taunted, nibbling on your earlobe as he slowly slid himself out of you, continuing that same slow rhythm on you again. But you only let out a shaky moan in response and started to grind yourself against him again.
“You think tha-that’ll catch me off guard? How p-pathetic..” you chuckle, tightening yourself around him and riding yourself even quicker and quicker. Caleb let out a surprised gasp, his breath hitching at the sight.
“Idiot..” he mumbled, grabbing onto your moving hips as he stopped you in place and continued to move himself against you, his tip kissing your cervix at every powerful thrust he gave you, and God, it felt like you were in heaven.
“Gonna…mmgh” he shakily slid his fingers lower and pressed against your pussy and spread it open to watch his mess pool out of you. You grit your teeth and turn your head to look at Caleb's eyes, pupils spiraling like it was the first time seeing something he loved.
“So pretty.” he muttered, slicking his tip out of you, a tiny pop sound echoed through the halls when he stared at the mixture dribbling on the ground and sliding down your legs. You shakily plop on your knees and continue to stare at Caleb with teary eyes.
“Went a little overboard, dontcha think?” you laugh, pressing your forehead against the wall as you catched your breath. But Caleb did not respond at all, he just continued to stare at your tired messed up figure on the ground.
“sorry..”
“It's fine, Caleb. Now, what's the time? we have a game to go to, yeah?”
--
Your plan should have worked by now, right? I mean as long as he was distracted from what happened in the hallway, you should be totally fine, just not think anything of it while you play. That's it.
And since Caleb went a little overboard, it would be normal for him to get severely messed up mid game when he thinks about it, so you were fine.
Literally.
“Now starring the top two players of the game versus each other!” The host introduced you and Caleb to the audience and glanced at the two of you before imitating a beep sound to indicate that the games were starting.
You stare at Caleb's half focused face on his screen, his hands working quick movements on his controller as he was getting almost every shot. You, on the other hand, focused as if this was the final game before you die.
And that's what it felt like.
You noticed Caleb sneaking small glances at you, and every time you tried to look he’d just look away and continue playing.
But there was one instance where you caught him, a light smile crept on your lips as you stared at his shocked face from afar. You take this as an advantage to shoot several shots at him and yes! he was head in an instant.
“Woo! Give it up for ‘er! Last few rounds left before we determine the winner!” The host dramatically announced your win and you glanced at Caleb who didn’t look back at you but instead just stared at his screen with clenched teeth and impatiently hit his fist against the desk.
And after a few rounds happened Caleb was winning, then losing, then winning and the pattern repeats.
And finally in the last game both you and him were competing like you were rivals again, he smashed his fingers against his controller, hard. Stood up from his seat and played like he was dedicated to this win.
And you did the exact same, slightly raising from your chair when the final hits went through and after the final countdown and shot…
You won!
You grin at your screen and stare at Caleb who just stood in the same spot and didn't move an inch.
“Give it up for the winner!”
As the award ceremony finished up Caleb walked towards you and dragged you to the hallway again.
“Congrats on your win, pipsqueak.”
“Told you I'd win.” you laugh, playfully hitting his chest and stare at his mockingly surprised expression staring down at you.
“Wanna 1v1 again? Let's see who wins this time.”
“Sure.. and you know i’m going to win” you proudly say, waving your gold medal across his face.
Caleb chuckled, “i didnt mean in the game.”
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
part 4 of fly into your heart | caleb -> next work
snowfall.
summ. winter break was approaching which meant having two of your polar opposite best friends help you warm u– i mean help with your project of course!
pairing. zayne x f!reader x caleb cw. nerd!zayne, jock!caleb (more like failing student), college au, threesome, p in v, oral, est. friend group, teasing, calebs a freak, reassurance, slightly sick reader, fingering, dirty talk, lil bit of fluff, wearing glasses while 👀, 2.7k wc (cries) a/n. IMHORNYIMHORN-
“It’s freezing. I can't believe they assigned a group project in this weather!” Caleb shivered, glancing at the pair next to him who were perfectly fine.
“Seriously guys? Are you not cold? Like at all?"
Zayne sighed and pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, slightly shaking his head as he eyed down Caleb’s outfit. “If you weren't wearing shorts and a light jacket you wouldn’t be cold.”
Caleb only rolled his eyes in response and lingered his gaze on you. You were wearing a comfortable winter jacket and a fluffy winter hat resting on your head. The strings dangling against your face at every step you took.
“Pips, look over there.” Caleb pointed at a random direction and when you turned your head, the hat that was once on your head was gone.
You stare at Caleb in disbelief and try to reach for your hat but he kept pulling away and soon placed the hat on his head.
“Seriously?” you groaned and tried grabbing onto it but Caleb already ran meters away from you. A stupid smirk was plastered on his lips as he mockingly waved at you, yelling something you couldn't hear from the gusts of snow flickering against your skin.
“Don’t worry about him, we’re almost at his dorm. I’ll make you something nice to warm up.” Zayne offered. You smile and nod at him before ducking your head down as the three of you continue your walk in the crazy snow.
And before you knew it, the three of you were already at Caleb’s fancy dorm. His room was surprisingly clean, spacious, and warm. The second you walk in and feel the heat surge through your body, you immediately head to the couch and plop on the soft mattress.
“Here's ya hat back.” Caleb threw your hat right at your face and you grumbled something incoherent under your breath before sitting up and noticing the two men making something in the kitchen.
“Coffee or hot chocolate?” Zayne asked, dangling the two packs of powder in front of him. You ponder for a moment and eventually choose hot chocolate. Zayne nodded and started making your drink.
“Damn…Want some marshmallows with that too?” Caleb asked, lightly banging closed the cabinet that he had opened, pulling out an ingredient that was most definitely not marshmallows.
“No it's okay..” you mutter, turning your body away from the angry tension between the two of you and reaching into your bag for the papers for the project. You slam the papers on the coffee table and slump against the edge of the couch, patiently waiting for your little group members to come back.
A few minutes pass and Zayne comes back with yours and his drink, carefully placing it on the table before sitting diagonally from you. And without even waiting for Caleb he started grabbing the papers and his pen–which was resting in his pocket–and started writing away.
You eventually did the same, grabbing one of the papers and your pencil and started working on the project.
Caleb comes back around five minutes later and sits in the opposite direction of Zayne, rocking himself back and forth against the ground as he watches you and Zayne work away.
“Caleb, are you going to do your part?” you ask, shifting the paper closer to him. But Caleb shrugged and picked up the paper, glancing at it before putting it back down seconds later. He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and stared at you and Zayne with a confused look.
“What do we even do?–Ow!” Caleb winced as he rubbed his arm, staring at Zayne with a mocking pout on his lips. A small thud of an eraser fell on the ground and Caleb soon picked it up and juggled it around his fingers.
“Read the instructions.” You say, pointing at the top of the paper with the end of your pen. But Caleb only grabbed the paper and leaned in closer towards you.
“Wanna read it for me? pleasee?"
You roll your eyes and grab his paper, putting the end of your pen against each word on the page.
“After. Writing. Your. Personal. Essay. Get. Wit–”
“I’m not that stupid.” he scoffed and looked at you as he waited for you to actually read the instructions properly.
And so you do. The project wasn’t hard at all. Before getting into groups you had to write a personal essay about your experience in the class or your experience with somebody in the class but Caleb hasn't even shown up for a week.
After you explained the project Caleb hummed and backed away from you, “I just have to write my personal experience first?” he asked, bringing out his laptop and placing it on the table. You nod and tell him the next steps.
“And once you're done with the essay, this is where the group stuff comes in…” you explain the rest of the project and Caleb absorbs every word spitting out your mouth as he types away on his computer.
“Experience with the class, huh?”
“Or somebody in the class.” you correct, jotting down a few more things on your paper.
“So can I write about any experience with you? Or thoughts I ha–”
Zayne cleared his throat and glanced at Caleb with a displeased and back at you with a concerned look. You shook your head at him and fanned your hands at Caleb, telling him he could do what he wanted.
“Just don't make it too weird, we have to make a presentation later, okay?”
“Mhmm…anyway ‘s a bit chilly in here dontcha think?” Caleb got up from the ground and headed over to turn the heaters on but before he could even flick the switch to the right temperature the lights flicker and shuts off momentarily.
“That wasn’t me!” he said, flicking the light switches up and down, and when the light wasn't turning on that was when you all realized…
“Power went off, must've been the snow…” Zayne pondered, glancing at the window and got up from his seat to raise the blinds up. A bright white light illuminated the room and Caleb sighed in relief.
“Since there's no heater, we will have to deal with the cold. But it should come ba–”
Before Caleb could finish his sentence an ‘achoo!’ left your lips and you sniffled your nose, staring at the two men who had a flash of concern filled in their eyes, mainly Zayne though.
“Got medicine, Caleb?” Zayne asked as he started opening every drawer near him.
“Ah, shit…I forgot to buy some more but don't worry she only sneezed once, she should be okay. right?"
You nodded and continued your work but not even another minute passed and you just kept sneezing and coughing.
“Cold? C’mere.” Caleb patted on his lap and, of course, since you were cold you immediately climbed on his lap, nuzzling your cold body against his warm skin, his arms wrapped around you as he pulled you closer, practically cuddling you on the ground.
“You’re also going to get sick.” Zayne muttered, staring at Caleb who had a light smile plastered on his lips as he rocked you back and forth.
“I don't even show up to classes so there's no difference if I do get sick…But…”
Caleb beckoned a finger at Zayne who just shook his head in response, “I'm not going to be the next person to get sick, Nope.”
“Let’s make it even, c’mon.”
Zayne rolled his eyes and stood up, walking the opposite direction from the two of you, to the bathroom. a displeased scoff was heard from Caleb and you eventually pulled yourself away from him, sitting at your seat next to him and rested your head against the edge of the couch.
“Already done?”
Zayne comes back and a relieved sigh left his lips when he noticed you weren't clinging onto Caleb like a koala, he had somehow found some medicine hiding somewhere in Caleb's bathroom and he walked towards you, holding the small liquid bottle in front of you.
You take the medicine from his hand and eye it before chugging down the liquid. Zayne patted your head and took the medicine back, heading over to the kitchen and propped the items on the counter.
“I feel a little better now,” you say, grabbing your papers and pen before writing away, “let's finish doing this before the power comes back.”
But as time passed it started to get colder, and colder in Caleb’s dorm. You shiver at every stroke your pen puts on the paper and try to press your knees closer to your chest as the only warmth you had was the soft fabric of your pants pressed against you.
“Pips you’re shivering like crazy, you sure you’re okay?”
“Do you seriously not have a blanket? Anything?” you ask through shivered teeth, but Caleb winces in response and shrugs.
“They’re kiindaa in the laundry…which isn’t working at the moment…”
You rolled your eyes at him and he chuckled in response.
“I mean, if you want…” Caleb’s voice had a hint of teasingness filled in it and you had a feeling where he was going.
When the three of you were younger Caleb made a rule where when it was freezing, freezing cold the three of you would huddle up together and hug each other until each person felt warm, nothing harmless, in fact, it was cute.
But after all of you started growing up, those little games weren't something you had time for, especially being in college and focusing on studies. But now that Caleb brought it up again you felt a wave of nostalgia rush through you and a cold laugh leaves your lips.
“Seriously? Aren’t we too old for that little rule?” You say.
Caleb laughed and Zayne only stared at him with a confused look.
“So since we’re older should we try a different way?” Caleb suggested.
And, oh.
Oh.
That’s what he meant.
“Uh…”
You glance at Zayne who was sipping on his hot chocolate as he looked away from the two of you, trying to not include himself in this conversation. But the second Caleb called out his name and offered the suggestion again, Zayne dramatically choked on his drink.
“She's sick, Caleb.”
“Come on, i have no blankets or anything to warm her up, just this once?”
---
You weren't sure how Zayne agreed either.
The second a sigh of defeat left Zayne’s lips, Caleb took it as a sign that they could actually try out that little method together.
Caleb slid his fingers along your back as he pulled you closer, pressing your plump cheeks against him. He slowly rode himself against you, fabrics of his and your pants meddling with each other as the room started to echo with whimpers and moans.
Caleb tucked a finger under your pants and slid the material off as if he was ripping a smooth piece of paper.
Caleb nodded to Zayne who was just standing in front of you, staring at your flushed face with a concerned look. His arms were crossed as he stepped closer, legs coming mere inches to your face.
“What if she gets even more sick, hm?” Zayne asked, resting his fingers on his belt as he started to unbuckle it.
“You’re concerned if she’s sick,” Caleb’s chest pressed against your back and a low whimper escaped your lips. Before you could turn around to look at Caleb, he already had his fingers sunk deep in you.
“But you’re undressing yourself?”
Zayne ignored his teasing remark and slid his fingers through your hair, yanking your head up and pressing your face against his soaked boxers. Your tongue darts to the wet fabric and you slick along the imprint of his boner before sucking on it.
“J-just.. wan’ her to be…ngh” Zayne pressed himself closer against you as he soon brought his other hand and sunk his fingers under his boxers, slowly sliding them down, letting his cock spring out.
“Warm. That's what you wanted–too Caleb?”
Caleb only grinned in response and curled his fingers, pressing against your weak spots. A loud moan escapes your lips and you clasp onto Zayne’s thigh. You soon felt those fingers slip out of you and another sticky thing pressed against your soaking entrance.
“This should get her, right?”
Without knowing what the two men were about to do, Caleb raised your hips at an angle and Zayne brushed your bottom lip, slightly parting them together before bobbing his leaking tip against your lips.
And before you could even process what was going on both of them thrusted into you at the same time.
Your eyes widened in shock when you felt Zayne’s length slice open your mouth by the second, he slowly pushed himself in and out of you, not letting you take his full length, not yet. Your eyes roll back at the ecstasy and you swirl your tongue around his veiny, hard length.
He held onto your hair with ease and slowly pushed your head back and forth, back and forthhh.
Broken, muffled moans left your lips at every thrust he was giving you. Your bottom half started to feel numb, your legs shaking in pleasure when you felt Caleb slide his cold fingers along your waist before clasping onto you like it was the last thing he needed in life.
He was practically pounding you, his hard tip hit every right spot and you felt your head bob back and forth at the impact of his brutal thrusts. Caleb moaned in pleasure as his pace started to quicken inside you.
“Y-you feel so w-warm and oh, so good…” he gulped, sliding his fingers down your bare, flushed, plump cheeks, giving them a squeeze. Your body jolts in pleasure and you grip on the floorboard, nails digging deep into the glossed wood that was breaking apart by the second.
Caleb pressed down your lower back, making your back arch, giving him more space to see the mess pooling down your roughed up pussy. You didn't even notice he had already came inside you and you couldn't even warn him about it because Zayne was still trapped inside your mouth.
You look up at Zayne with teary eyes, a quiet gasp escapes his lips as he starts pushing himself deeper and deeper inside you, glasses slowly sliding down his nose and—oh.
The metal frame fell right on your nose, the glass and heavy object left a sting flaring on your nose, you coughed up a moan as you picked up the wilted glasses on the ground trying to raise your arm up to give the glasses back.
But what does Zayne do? He shook his head and made you put on the glasses, and oh fuck.
You glance up at him, unable to recognize his face because of the prescription but also because of your teary eyes unable to disappear no matter how much you wipe them. As Zayne was getting close to release you felt his grip on the sides of your face grow tighter and tighter.
His fingertips dug on your neck and he soon pulled your head away, slick of his pre trailed along your lips and Zayne wrapped his fingers around his cock, slowly pumping his fist as he stared at your flushed, dumbfounded face.
“za-ngh”
Caleb thrusts himself into you one more time, your lower stomach felt like you were getting filled up by him at every thrust he gave you. His same large presence shadowed over you again and his fingers found their way to your clit, pinching and pulling on it.
The feeling of white, spurts of cum sprawled all over your face and dripped down your legs, your vision through the glasses gets clouded at every breath you took.
When Caleb slid out of your bruised, sensitive cunt you plopped on your knees, panting as if you were getting chased by murderers.
But one thing neither of you noticed during the time you had together was that the power was back on.
“Feeling warmed up, pips?” Caleb laughed ruffling your hair before helping you get up.
“Let’s get cleaned.” Zayne offered, also helping you up.
---
After you got cleaned and put into some comfortable clothing, all three of you sat at your table and started on work again.
“I finally know what I'm going to write about!” Caleb cheered and brought his laptop to his lap, already starting to type away.
“Please don’t.” you and Zayne say in unison.
“Don’t worry i won–” before Caleb could finish his sentence a loud sneeze echoed through the room.
Fuck.
a/n. this one was a lil random sorry if its not great lol... but need them SOOO bad.
so sorry its been two weeks and I haven't written shit. I will get back on my grind soon... TRUST.
snowfall.
summ. winter break was approaching which meant having two of your polar opposite best friends help you warm u– i mean help with your project of course!
pairing. zayne x f!reader x caleb cw. nerd!zayne, jock!caleb (more like failing student), college au, threesome, p in v, oral, est. friend group, teasing, calebs a freak, reassurance, slightly sick reader, fingering, dirty talk, lil bit of fluff, wearing glasses while 👀, 2.7k wc (cries) a/n. IMHORNYIMHORN-
“It’s freezing. I can't believe they assigned a group project in this weather!” Caleb shivered, glancing at the pair next to him who were perfectly fine.
“Seriously guys? Are you not cold? Like at all?"
Zayne sighed and pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, slightly shaking his head as he eyed down Caleb’s outfit. “If you weren't wearing shorts and a light jacket you wouldn’t be cold.”
Caleb only rolled his eyes in response and lingered his gaze on you. You were wearing a comfortable winter jacket and a fluffy winter hat resting on your head. The strings dangling against your face at every step you took.
“Pips, look over there.” Caleb pointed at a random direction and when you turned your head, the hat that was once on your head was gone.
You stare at Caleb in disbelief and try to reach for your hat but he kept pulling away and soon placed the hat on his head.
“Seriously?” you groaned and tried grabbing onto it but Caleb already ran meters away from you. A stupid smirk was plastered on his lips as he mockingly waved at you, yelling something you couldn't hear from the gusts of snow flickering against your skin.
“Don’t worry about him, we’re almost at his dorm. I’ll make you something nice to warm up.” Zayne offered. You smile and nod at him before ducking your head down as the three of you continue your walk in the crazy snow.
And before you knew it, the three of you were already at Caleb’s fancy dorm. His room was surprisingly clean, spacious, and warm. The second you walk in and feel the heat surge through your body, you immediately head to the couch and plop on the soft mattress.
“Here's ya hat back.” Caleb threw your hat right at your face and you grumbled something incoherent under your breath before sitting up and noticing the two men making something in the kitchen.
“Coffee or hot chocolate?” Zayne asked, dangling the two packs of powder in front of him. You ponder for a moment and eventually choose hot chocolate. Zayne nodded and started making your drink.
“Damn…Want some marshmallows with that too?” Caleb asked, lightly banging closed the cabinet that he had opened, pulling out an ingredient that was most definitely not marshmallows.
“No it's okay..” you mutter, turning your body away from the angry tension between the two of you and reaching into your bag for the papers for the project. You slam the papers on the coffee table and slump against the edge of the couch, patiently waiting for your little group members to come back.
A few minutes pass and Zayne comes back with yours and his drink, carefully placing it on the table before sitting diagonally from you. And without even waiting for Caleb he started grabbing the papers and his pen–which was resting in his pocket–and started writing away.
You eventually did the same, grabbing one of the papers and your pencil and started working on the project.
Caleb comes back around five minutes later and sits in the opposite direction of Zayne, rocking himself back and forth against the ground as he watches you and Zayne work away.
“Caleb, are you going to do your part?” you ask, shifting the paper closer to him. But Caleb shrugged and picked up the paper, glancing at it before putting it back down seconds later. He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and stared at you and Zayne with a confused look.
“What do we even do?–Ow!” Caleb winced as he rubbed his arm, staring at Zayne with a mocking pout on his lips. A small thud of an eraser fell on the ground and Caleb soon picked it up and juggled it around his fingers.
“Read the instructions.” You say, pointing at the top of the paper with the end of your pen. But Caleb only grabbed the paper and leaned in closer towards you.
“Wanna read it for me? pleasee?"
You roll your eyes and grab his paper, putting the end of your pen against each word on the page.
“After. Writing. Your. Personal. Essay. Get. Wit–”
“I’m not that stupid.” he scoffed and looked at you as he waited for you to actually read the instructions properly.
And so you do. The project wasn’t hard at all. Before getting into groups you had to write a personal essay about your experience in the class or your experience with somebody in the class but Caleb hasn't even shown up for a week.
After you explained the project Caleb hummed and backed away from you, “I just have to write my personal experience first?” he asked, bringing out his laptop and placing it on the table. You nod and tell him the next steps.
“And once you're done with the essay, this is where the group stuff comes in…” you explain the rest of the project and Caleb absorbs every word spitting out your mouth as he types away on his computer.
“Experience with the class, huh?”
“Or somebody in the class.” you correct, jotting down a few more things on your paper.
“So can I write about any experience with you? Or thoughts I ha–”
Zayne cleared his throat and glanced at Caleb with a displeased and back at you with a concerned look. You shook your head at him and fanned your hands at Caleb, telling him he could do what he wanted.
“Just don't make it too weird, we have to make a presentation later, okay?”
“Mhmm…anyway ‘s a bit chilly in here dontcha think?” Caleb got up from the ground and headed over to turn the heaters on but before he could even flick the switch to the right temperature the lights flicker and shuts off momentarily.
“That wasn’t me!” he said, flicking the light switches up and down, and when the light wasn't turning on that was when you all realized…
“Power went off, must've been the snow…” Zayne pondered, glancing at the window and got up from his seat to raise the blinds up. A bright white light illuminated the room and Caleb sighed in relief.
“Since there's no heater, we will have to deal with the cold. But it should come ba–”
Before Caleb could finish his sentence an ‘achoo!’ left your lips and you sniffled your nose, staring at the two men who had a flash of concern filled in their eyes, mainly Zayne though.
“Got medicine, Caleb?” Zayne asked as he started opening every drawer near him.
“Ah, shit…I forgot to buy some more but don't worry she only sneezed once, she should be okay. right?"
You nodded and continued your work but not even another minute passed and you just kept sneezing and coughing.
“Cold? C’mere.” Caleb patted on his lap and, of course, since you were cold you immediately climbed on his lap, nuzzling your cold body against his warm skin, his arms wrapped around you as he pulled you closer, practically cuddling you on the ground.
“You’re also going to get sick.” Zayne muttered, staring at Caleb who had a light smile plastered on his lips as he rocked you back and forth.
“I don't even show up to classes so there's no difference if I do get sick…But…”
Caleb beckoned a finger at Zayne who just shook his head in response, “I'm not going to be the next person to get sick, Nope.”
“Let’s make it even, c’mon.”
Zayne rolled his eyes and stood up, walking the opposite direction from the two of you, to the bathroom. a displeased scoff was heard from Caleb and you eventually pulled yourself away from him, sitting at your seat next to him and rested your head against the edge of the couch.
“Already done?”
Zayne comes back and a relieved sigh left his lips when he noticed you weren't clinging onto Caleb like a koala, he had somehow found some medicine hiding somewhere in Caleb's bathroom and he walked towards you, holding the small liquid bottle in front of you.
You take the medicine from his hand and eye it before chugging down the liquid. Zayne patted your head and took the medicine back, heading over to the kitchen and propped the items on the counter.
“I feel a little better now,” you say, grabbing your papers and pen before writing away, “let's finish doing this before the power comes back.”
But as time passed it started to get colder, and colder in Caleb’s dorm. You shiver at every stroke your pen puts on the paper and try to press your knees closer to your chest as the only warmth you had was the soft fabric of your pants pressed against you.
“Pips you’re shivering like crazy, you sure you’re okay?”
“Do you seriously not have a blanket? Anything?” you ask through shivered teeth, but Caleb winces in response and shrugs.
“They’re kiindaa in the laundry…which isn’t working at the moment…”
You rolled your eyes at him and he chuckled in response.
“I mean, if you want…” Caleb’s voice had a hint of teasingness filled in it and you had a feeling where he was going.
When the three of you were younger Caleb made a rule where when it was freezing, freezing cold the three of you would huddle up together and hug each other until each person felt warm, nothing harmless, in fact, it was cute.
But after all of you started growing up, those little games weren't something you had time for, especially being in college and focusing on studies. But now that Caleb brought it up again you felt a wave of nostalgia rush through you and a cold laugh leaves your lips.
“Seriously? Aren’t we too old for that little rule?” You say.
Caleb laughed and Zayne only stared at him with a confused look.
“So since we’re older should we try a different way?” Caleb suggested.
And, oh.
Oh.
That’s what he meant.
“Uh…”
You glance at Zayne who was sipping on his hot chocolate as he looked away from the two of you, trying to not include himself in this conversation. But the second Caleb called out his name and offered the suggestion again, Zayne dramatically choked on his drink.
“She's sick, Caleb.”
“Come on, i have no blankets or anything to warm her up, just this once?”
---
You weren't sure how Zayne agreed either.
The second a sigh of defeat left Zayne’s lips, Caleb took it as a sign that they could actually try out that little method together.
Caleb slid his fingers along your back as he pulled you closer, pressing your plump cheeks against him. He slowly rode himself against you, fabrics of his and your pants meddling with each other as the room started to echo with whimpers and moans.
Caleb tucked a finger under your pants and slid the material off as if he was ripping a smooth piece of paper.
Caleb nodded to Zayne who was just standing in front of you, staring at your flushed face with a concerned look. His arms were crossed as he stepped closer, legs coming mere inches to your face.
“What if she gets even more sick, hm?” Zayne asked, resting his fingers on his belt as he started to unbuckle it.
“You’re concerned if she’s sick,” Caleb’s chest pressed against your back and a low whimper escaped your lips. Before you could turn around to look at Caleb, he already had his fingers sunk deep in you.
“But you’re undressing yourself?”
Zayne ignored his teasing remark and slid his fingers through your hair, yanking your head up and pressing your face against his soaked boxers. Your tongue darts to the wet fabric and you slick along the imprint of his boner before sucking on it.
“J-just.. wan’ her to be…ngh” Zayne pressed himself closer against you as he soon brought his other hand and sunk his fingers under his boxers, slowly sliding them down, letting his cock spring out.
“Warm. That's what you wanted–too Caleb?”
Caleb only grinned in response and curled his fingers, pressing against your weak spots. A loud moan escapes your lips and you clasp onto Zayne’s thigh. You soon felt those fingers slip out of you and another sticky thing pressed against your soaking entrance.
“This should get her, right?”
Without knowing what the two men were about to do, Caleb raised your hips at an angle and Zayne brushed your bottom lip, slightly parting them together before bobbing his leaking tip against your lips.
And before you could even process what was going on both of them thrusted into you at the same time.
Your eyes widened in shock when you felt Zayne’s length slice open your mouth by the second, he slowly pushed himself in and out of you, not letting you take his full length, not yet. Your eyes roll back at the ecstasy and you swirl your tongue around his veiny, hard length.
He held onto your hair with ease and slowly pushed your head back and forth, back and forthhh.
Broken, muffled moans left your lips at every thrust he was giving you. Your bottom half started to feel numb, your legs shaking in pleasure when you felt Caleb slide his cold fingers along your waist before clasping onto you like it was the last thing he needed in life.
He was practically pounding you, his hard tip hit every right spot and you felt your head bob back and forth at the impact of his brutal thrusts. Caleb moaned in pleasure as his pace started to quicken inside you.
“Y-you feel so w-warm and oh, so good…” he gulped, sliding his fingers down your bare, flushed, plump cheeks, giving them a squeeze. Your body jolts in pleasure and you grip on the floorboard, nails digging deep into the glossed wood that was breaking apart by the second.
Caleb pressed down your lower back, making your back arch, giving him more space to see the mess pooling down your roughed up pussy. You didn't even notice he had already came inside you and you couldn't even warn him about it because Zayne was still trapped inside your mouth.
You look up at Zayne with teary eyes, a quiet gasp escapes his lips as he starts pushing himself deeper and deeper inside you, glasses slowly sliding down his nose and—oh.
The metal frame fell right on your nose, the glass and heavy object left a sting flaring on your nose, you coughed up a moan as you picked up the wilted glasses on the ground trying to raise your arm up to give the glasses back.
But what does Zayne do? He shook his head and made you put on the glasses, and oh fuck.
You glance up at him, unable to recognize his face because of the prescription but also because of your teary eyes unable to disappear no matter how much you wipe them. As Zayne was getting close to release you felt his grip on the sides of your face grow tighter and tighter.
His fingertips dug on your neck and he soon pulled your head away, slick of his pre trailed along your lips and Zayne wrapped his fingers around his cock, slowly pumping his fist as he stared at your flushed, dumbfounded face.
“za-ngh”
Caleb thrusts himself into you one more time, your lower stomach felt like you were getting filled up by him at every thrust he gave you. His same large presence shadowed over you again and his fingers found their way to your clit, pinching and pulling on it.
The feeling of white, spurts of cum sprawled all over your face and dripped down your legs, your vision through the glasses gets clouded at every breath you took.
When Caleb slid out of your bruised, sensitive cunt you plopped on your knees, panting as if you were getting chased by murderers.
But one thing neither of you noticed during the time you had together was that the power was back on.
“Feeling warmed up, pips?” Caleb laughed ruffling your hair before helping you get up.
“Let’s get cleaned.” Zayne offered, also helping you up.
---
After you got cleaned and put into some comfortable clothing, all three of you sat at your table and started on work again.
“I finally know what I'm going to write about!” Caleb cheered and brought his laptop to his lap, already starting to type away.
“Please don’t.” you and Zayne say in unison.
“Don’t worry i won–” before Caleb could finish his sentence a loud sneeze echoed through the room.
Fuck.
a/n. this one was a lil random sorry if its not great lol... but need them SOOO bad.
OMG I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE THAT YOU'RE THE AUTHOR OF ONE OF MY FAVE CALEB FICS! (the recording one for project) AND I BINGE READ ALL OF IT AND PLS DON'T STOP WRITING ILYSM
AWW THANK YOU ANON HEHEHE i also personally liked that one too!!! THANK YOU READING LOVE YOUU 💕💕
sure caleb, sure.
VIDEO GAME FUCKER!
summ. in which, you fuck your gaming rival so he wouldn't win the championships!
pairing. caleb x f!reader cw. gamer!caleb, gamer!reader, caleb uses emoticons, flirting, fingering, hand jobs, p in v, rivals with benefits (again? lol), dirty talk, he has another stupid username, kind of mean Caleb, semi public, kissing, wall sex, zayne mentioned again lol wc. 3.9k a/n. we should :D :3 ^_^ with each other!!! fixing mistakes later, my apologies if there are any
“Ugh! Zayne! This person keeps winning every round and I literally got moved to second place!” Caleb angrily threw his controller across his desk and slumped down on his ragged gaming chair.
Zayne sighed, a tired sigh left his lips and he placed his hand on Caleb's trembling shoulder, he patted him a few times before strutting to Caleb’s bed and plopped on the soft mattress. “Well maybe if you don't angrily smash your fingers on your controller, then you could win.”
Caleb only rolled his eyes in response and slid back up on his chair, grabbing onto the controller and angrily clicked a few buttons to get the next round going.
Then a ding alerted him from his angry state and Caleb glanced at the bottom corner and noticed a red dot hovering over the chat bubble. Curious, he brought his cursor to the button and clicked it just to be met with no new reaction at all, just anger building up on anger.
Caleb skimmed at the message you sent, it wasn’t anything serious – matter of a fact, it wasn't even anything horrible. Just a little teasing with a little wink emoticon that totally distracted him and even forgot he was playing a serious game.
“Championships are soon and this idiot is annoying me…” Caleb muttered, thinking of a response, something flirty that might throw you off. But before he could even bring his fingers to his keyboard a sound effect of defeat blared through his computer.
“Shit!”
Caleb slammed his head against his desk, his fingers clutching on the keyboard as he panted heavily, trying to control his anger. Zayne sighed again, Caleb heard him lift off from his bed and head towards the door.
“Rather you be quiet and deal with the losses, or stop playing for a while to… calm yourself down.”
Caleb stared at Zayne's suggestion with a confused look and before he could strike back, the door closed shut. Caleb averted his gaze back to his screen which displayed several more messages from you.
“So annoying.”
calebexplodes: 1v1, in the practice room?
Caleb eagerly stared at the text bubbles appearing and disappearing as he anticipated your response. After an excruciating two minutes–yes he counted, exactly 120 seconds of the bubbles disappearing and reappearing, a response finally came in.
“okay?”
Caleb stared at the little ‘ok’ in disbelief, he scoffed and left the server to make a private one and invited you in. He patiently waited at the lobby and when your character finally loaded up he pulled out the chat and already started acting like he was better than you.
calebexplodes: get ready to lose!! :D
annoying idiot: whatever you say… vc?
Yes, he had already changed your nickname before he even found out your actual name–But Caleb stared at the screen with widened eyes, he hesitantly dragged his mouse to the mic in the top corner and in a click he was in. He awkwardly shifted around his seat before he heard another ding appear in the voice chat room, and noticed your profile right above his.
“Hello?” Caleb took the initiative to talk first, if he was going to be cocky on text he had to at least have some confidence when you were voice chatting, but the second your beautiful voice surged through Caleb’s headset he almost fell down his chair.
“Wha–”
Caleb shut his mouth and gulped the lump forming in his throat, he knew he was playing with a girl – I mean, it was obvious from the start. But the way your voice sounded was just too distracting if his goal was to win, right?
With the clear of his throat, he went back to his poker face – as if you could see him – he still wanted to try to act tough.
Caleb started the round and swiftly moved his fingers around his controller, his eyes only focusing on the game nothing el–
“So, you’re going to the championships?” you asked, a hint of seduction laced your voice and Caleb shut his eyes in embarrassment.
Shit.
---
You move your mouse around your desk as your other fingers work quick movements on your keyboard, the awkward silence before the round started was just as worse as not getting a response from ‘calebexplodes’, or Caleb perhaps.
“Caleb?” you ask, shooting several shots at him which caused him to die immediately. An annoyed sigh was heard from the other side of your headset and you chuckled in response. It was obvious he was angry, probably because you took his number one spot, but you also felt like there was more than that.
“Yeah?” his voice comes out in a groggy tone and you only scoff in response. But before you could ask your question again, Caleb interrupted you.
“And yes, I am going to the championships, once I get first place again.” The last few words came out in a mumble and you could just hear the challenge in his voice.
“Oh really? Join me in a real match then.” you say, flicking your cursor to the exit button, hovering your finger over your padded mouse, “Not sure what we needed a private room for, hmm?”
“Is that how you want to play, pipsqueak? Fine then.” Caleb shot a few shots at your character and soon left the room momentarily, waiting for you in the lobby at the supposedly ‘real match’.
“That isn't even my name..” you mumble and leave the practice room, heading over to the lobby where Caleb was patiently waiting.
calebexplodes: took u long enough ;) let's play now.
You sent a little ‘ok’ and joined the game.
The countdown flashed on your screen, the bright numbers illuminated your dark room and you sat up, getting ready for a real game. A game that will hopefully not bring Caleb back to number one.
But, shit. You thought he was just as bad as he was in the practice room, and the previous rounds you played before you reached number one. But now that Caleb’s number 1 spot was gone, he was actually dedicated to going back.
“This is crazy…” you mutter, countering a few more shots at him, and just before the last bullet could go through, he headshot you and a sound of defeat alarmed through your computer. You scoff in disbelief and check the leaderboard to notice Caleb was back at number 1?!
calebexplodes: told u i would get it back ;3
You don’t reply. Instead, you request to start another match, hoping to get your number one spot back.
But game after game, it felt like the two of you were playing for hours, and hours. You were too engraved in trying to win, you didn't even notice you went down on the leaderboard.
“Fucking idiot.” you seethe, requesting one more round, but Caleb declined the request and made up some lame excuse in the chat, saying he was tired, yada yada. You didn't care about anything except trying to get back to number one.
So when he left the lobby, sending a ‘see you later pips! <3’ you risked your sleep schedule to try to at least get back to second place.
And hours later, you finally were back in second place.
--
“Zayne, Wake up.” Caleb shook Zayne’s sleeping figure lying on his bed and patiently waited for him to wake up.
Zayne stirred in his place and in a groan he winked his eyes open, staring at Caleb’s impatient look plastered all over his face, “what is it?” he whispered, draping his blanket over his face as his breathing steadied to a rhythmic pace.
“When's the championship?”
“Shouldn’t you know this…ugh anyway, i’m pretty sure in a week or so.”
Caleb nodded, “Perfect, drop me off there, alright?”
Zayne only hummed in response and Caleb left the room eventually.
He grabbed a small snack and headed straight to his bedroom to play his game all day.
Caleb checked the leaderboard and still noticed he was number one and you were number two just made him chuckle. He joined matched with random people, all of them he was beating in seconds, it just wasn't as fun as it was with you.
Out of curiosity after his most recent match–which he of course won–he checked out your profile, and fuck, it was the wrong–no, perfect time because you were online. Caleb instinctively brought his cursor to the chat bubble under your profile and clicked it.
calebexplodes: few rounds? i've been good today :p
annoying idiot: sure, vc me tho i don't feel like typing.
Caleb rolled his eyes and immediately joined the voice chat room, when a ding was heard seconds later, indicating you were in the room, Caleb immediately put on his nonchalant persona and started playing as if you were any other player.
“I checked out the rules and stuff for the championship and noticed it's only the top six people playing with each other.” Caleb mentioned, his shaky fingers sliding along his controller, clicking every button as he started to miss every shot.
God, why was he so nervous playing with you? Especially with voice chat?
“Yeah I heard, imagine we verse each other.” you chuckle, and Caleb swore that was the only thing he heard slip out of your lips. He nodded and grinned to himself, verse with you? As if he wasn’t doing that right now, but the thought of doing it in person sounded even better.
“Of course I'd win though, the cash prize looks really good too.” Caleb teased.
“Don't get too cocky now, watch, I'll win, jus’ like riiightt now!”
Before Caleb could even comprehend what you meant by that, his screen flickered to the big letters of ‘defeat’ written all over it. He moaned in agony and hit the corner of his controller on his forehead.
“That was just one game, pipsqueak. We still have a bunch more to go.”
“And I'll win all those other games!” you cheer, the only thing filled in your voice was confidence, and challenge. Caleb only let out a cold, mocking laugh and shook his head.
“Best to ten gets what the other person wants, alright?”
“Oh now we're going for rewards? Watch out.” you chuckle and snipe him in the head. Caleb’s mouth opened to an ‘o’ shape and he angrily clicked the buttons on his controller, his breath getting ragged by the second and as rounds kept going and going he eventually lost.
2-10.
Only two points. He only got two points.
If you two weren't playing with voice chat and he wasn’t hearing the sweet teases coming out of your mouth he could've been the one who got ten points.
“What do you want?”
“Actually, I'll give it to you on competition day.”
Caleb raised an eyebrow and hummed in response, then he definitely had to dress up nice if it's something you wanted to give, especially in person.
“See you next week, Caleb.”
Caleb muttered a quick goodbye and left the game. He sunk his face between his palms and groaned in annoyance.
Oh, he was so not ready for next week.
--
It felt like the week had gone by so fast, just a second ago you were playing several rounds with Caleb, but no. After that one game with him, both you and him avoided each other's paths and practiced alone.
Now, you were dolled up in a cute outfit, and sat in your car as you drove to the place where the championship would be taken. A wave of nervousness filled your body as you were already in the parking lot finding a spot.
You eventually parked at the corner of the lot and hopped out your car, walking inside the building. The first thing you were met with was people giving you a sticker and marker so you could write your own name tag.
“Watching or playing?” one of the guards asked, you told them you were playing and they let you through.
Now all you needed to do was find Caleb.
As you searched through the scatters of people all over the building, your gaze just stayed stuck on everyone's name tags stuck to their chest, and just as you were about to give up and ask people where Caleb was, you finally noticed a nametag from afar.
Which read ‘caleb’ with a little apple drawing next to it.
Now that had to be him.
And god, he was beautiful.
You push past the swarm of people and reach Caleb who was sitting on a chair on his phone, his bored eyes were glued on his screen and he didn't notice a presence near him. You tapped on his shoulder and Caleb finally glanced away from his phone and looked up at you.
“I..”
Caleb shakily put his phone in his pocket and crossed his arms in a mocking manner as he tried to compose himself near you.
“Ready to lose?” he mocked, lifting himself off his seat, glancing at the clock at the far end of the wall and back at you. You shook your head and leaned in closer, eyes darting at his violet iris before snaking down to his outfit.
“I’m going to win. Watch.”
“Oh? Now that's a confident pipsqueak.” Caleb chuckled and wrapped his fingers around your wrist, pulling you away from the large crowd and brought you to a secluded hallway, pinning you against the wall.
His fingers danced around the straps of your dress as he stared into your eyes, seeking for something you promised to give him. But a mocking scoff escaped your lips and you lightly shove Caleb away from you.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Well you..” Caleb glanced around the hall before leaning closer to your ear, “you had something to give me on this day, and I think I got an idea what it is…” he taunts, not moving an inch, and instead just lingers by your ear.
You could feel his breathing get heavier, ghosting intricate patterns along your warm skin which made your whole body shudder in fear. A menacing grin formed on your lips and before Caleb could ask you another question, you crashed your lips on his.
His rough padded lips, graze against your soft slightly parted ones, he slid his tongue through the opened entrance and collided his hot, wet tongue with yours. He was practically eating you alive, his mouth opened wider as he sunk himself deeper inside you, tasting every inch of you.
A low, broken moan left Caleb's lips, leaving a spark of vibration radiating through your body. Caleb pulled away to catch his breath, panting heavily at you with flushed rosy cheeks. A glint of something different appeared in his eyes and Caleb leaned in again.
“So this is what you were going to give me?” Caleb breathed, pressing his forehead against yours. You nod in response but there was–well, is moreyou could give. I mean, your game isn't even until an hour or so later so there is a bunch of time.
Which also means extra time to distract Caleb from winning the championships!
“There’s more I could give…” you whisper, sliding your hand down his outfit, toying with the tie dangling off his outfit.
“And a suit for a gaming competition?” you chuckle, tugging on his tie which caused Caleb to whimper in response.
“Thought I'd impress you and the audience when I win.” Caleb grinned and planted small kisses along your face as his fingers started drifting lower on your dress.
“Seriously think you’re going to win?” Your fingers slide to the bulge denting through his tight dress pants, you grabbed onto his boner and rubbed rhythmic movements on it.
“I-I will.. m-more please..” he whimpered, gripping onto the seams of your dress, practically threatening to rip it off if you continued to tease him further.
And so, you give him more. You slid your fingers under the rough, seamless fabric, slicking your thumb across his already wet boxers. You soon slid them down and his length sprung out with dribbles of pre sliding down.
Oh.
Without wasting another second you wrapped your fingers around his length, and pumped your wrist in quick, deliberate movements.
The rhythm started getting lost at every stroke, both you and him were too much in a daze to even comprehend the situation going on.
The man you were competing with every single day was now desperately clutching onto you as you had your hand wrapped around his cock.
“N-ngh stop.. enough, I-I’m gonna…” Caleb’s speech started to get broken, more ragged, he was practically in heat by the touch of your fingers.
“Can’t even hold it in? Is this your first time?” You tease, but the statement must’ve caused a different reaction to Caleb and spurs of his pellucid mixture coated your fingers.
“Your…” he panted, sliding his fingers under your dress and ghosted his fingers against your goosebumped skin. His rough fingers gripped on your thigh and he averted his glistening violet gaze at you.
“Your turn.” he mumbled.
“Huh? My turn?–ungh!” Before you could even process what was going on, Caleb had already flipped you over against the wall and lifted your dress, tugging at your panties before sliding them off.
“Caleb..” you whimper, turning your head to his direction to look at his state, and fuck.
His eyes gleamed with pleasure all over it, he kept his teary gaze locked on your bare, exposed skin beneath him. His fingers glide down to your soaking cunt and without wasting a second, he slid a finger in you.
And then another, he already had two fingers deep inside your drooling cunt and fucked it like it was the hunderth time he did this, but no. This was probably the first time he's touched a woman.
His fingers slide in and out of you, making you have to stuff the ends of your dress in your mouth to muffle your sounds. Now that he was the one practically pleasuring you there was no way he’s going to get distracted.
“Mmph m–”
“What was that?”
“Fuck.. fuck me” you breathed, hoping it was the slightest bit convincing and well, from the looks of it, he looked like he was about to crumble to pieces after hearing that.
Caleb listened to your request immediately, slicking his fingers out of you and pressed the tip of his leaking cock against your entrance. The feeling of him slowly sliidingg into you almost made you come on the spot.
You slowly rode your hips back, hitting a smooth rhythm against his hips and Caleb only moaned in response, following the same movements as you. One of his hands grabbed onto your hips as the other was placed on your lower back, slowly pushing you down so you could feel every inch of him.
“‘S it good? hngh” Caleb was the one who couldnt control his noises every time he tries asking you something, and fuck, you couldnt do the same either. You felt his cock slowly slide in and out of you before you could catch a break, he rammed his full length inside you.
“Hah.. Caught ya off guard didn't i?” Caleb taunted, nibbling on your earlobe as he slowly slid himself out of you, continuing that same slow rhythm on you again. But you only let out a shaky moan in response and started to grind yourself against him again.
“You think tha-that’ll catch me off guard? How p-pathetic..” you chuckle, tightening yourself around him and riding yourself even quicker and quicker. Caleb let out a surprised gasp, his breath hitching at the sight.
“Idiot..” he mumbled, grabbing onto your moving hips as he stopped you in place and continued to move himself against you, his tip kissing your cervix at every powerful thrust he gave you, and God, it felt like you were in heaven.
“Gonna…mmgh” he shakily slid his fingers lower and pressed against your pussy and spread it open to watch his mess pool out of you. You grit your teeth and turn your head to look at Caleb's eyes, pupils spiraling like it was the first time seeing something he loved.
“So pretty.” he muttered, slicking his tip out of you, a tiny pop sound echoed through the halls when he stared at the mixture dribbling on the ground and sliding down your legs. You shakily plop on your knees and continue to stare at Caleb with teary eyes.
“Went a little overboard, dontcha think?” you laugh, pressing your forehead against the wall as you catched your breath. But Caleb did not respond at all, he just continued to stare at your tired messed up figure on the ground.
“sorry..”
“It's fine, Caleb. Now, what's the time? we have a game to go to, yeah?”
--
Your plan should have worked by now, right? I mean as long as he was distracted from what happened in the hallway, you should be totally fine, just not think anything of it while you play. That's it.
And since Caleb went a little overboard, it would be normal for him to get severely messed up mid game when he thinks about it, so you were fine.
Literally.
“Now starring the top two players of the game versus each other!” The host introduced you and Caleb to the audience and glanced at the two of you before imitating a beep sound to indicate that the games were starting.
You stare at Caleb's half focused face on his screen, his hands working quick movements on his controller as he was getting almost every shot. You, on the other hand, focused as if this was the final game before you die.
And that's what it felt like.
You noticed Caleb sneaking small glances at you, and every time you tried to look he’d just look away and continue playing.
But there was one instance where you caught him, a light smile crept on your lips as you stared at his shocked face from afar. You take this as an advantage to shoot several shots at him and yes! he was head in an instant.
“Woo! Give it up for ‘er! Last few rounds left before we determine the winner!” The host dramatically announced your win and you glanced at Caleb who didn’t look back at you but instead just stared at his screen with clenched teeth and impatiently hit his fist against the desk.
And after a few rounds happened Caleb was winning, then losing, then winning and the pattern repeats.
And finally in the last game both you and him were competing like you were rivals again, he smashed his fingers against his controller, hard. Stood up from his seat and played like he was dedicated to this win.
And you did the exact same, slightly raising from your chair when the final hits went through and after the final countdown and shot…
You won!
You grin at your screen and stare at Caleb who just stood in the same spot and didn't move an inch.
“Give it up for the winner!”
As the award ceremony finished up Caleb walked towards you and dragged you to the hallway again.
“Congrats on your win, pipsqueak.”
“Told you I'd win.” you laugh, playfully hitting his chest and stare at his mockingly surprised expression staring down at you.
“Wanna 1v1 again? Let's see who wins this time.”
“Sure.. and you know i’m going to win” you proudly say, waving your gold medal across his face.
Caleb chuckled, “i didnt mean in the game.”
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
part 4 of fly into your heart | caleb -> next work
I GOT FUCKED BY TOP GIFTER?!
summ. you were once top 2 on your site, but luckily for you, a mysterious man suddenly brought you back to number 1. but the last thing you expected was for that man to be your coworker you hated!
pairing. caleb x f!reader cw. cam girl!reader, rivals with benefits, perv!caleb, zayne cameo, dirty talk, teasing, p in v, desk sex, Caleb has a stupid ass username, spoiling, one night stand, kissing semi public, I dont even think they hate each other, fucking on live stream, unrealistic numbers, 4k wc (ah, fuck.) a/n. this gotta be a kink atp. HELP also fixing any mistakes later.. sorry in advance !!
“A-are you sure this is safe?” Caleb stuttered, glancing back at Zayne who just pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
“It is safe. Relax. You’re the one who wanted to try something new, so I did my research and found this.”
“Are you sure I won't–”
But before he could finish his sentence another menacing look from Zayne darted past him. Caleb zipped his lips shut and hesitantly brought his shaky fingers to his mouse, dragging the cursor to the ‘sign up’ button and in a click he was in.
A display of explicit thumbnails filled his whole screen, Caleb’s eyes twisted in desire, a goop of drool dripped down his lips, and he didn’t even notice it yet.
He examined every pixel, his eyes darting from every angle he could capture. He scrolled through the page, his finger aimlessly clicking everywhere but before he could continue any further, Zayne cleared his throat from behind.
Caleb flinched, he removed his hand off his mouse and turned to Zayne who was just staring at him with his hand out in front of him. An annoyed sigh escaped his lips and he opened the drawers of his desk and pulled out a file, giving it to Zayne, but before he could grab it, Caleb pulled it back.
“Uh-uh,” he tuts, mockingly waving the paper in front of Zayne, “I’ll give you this if you give me some money, alright?”
“Money? Didn’t I give you this website?” Zayne mumbled, his eyes flickered on the file—of office work needed for next week—in Caleb’s hand and tried reaching for it, but accidentally stumbled on his foot and landed against Caleb.
But Zayne must’ve misclicked something when he used his hands for support, mistakenly smashing his large palm against the keyboard. The screen illuminated with the three dots chasing each other in a circle, and before Caleb could close it, a pre-recorded live stream of a beautiful girl was on display for him.
Caleb's hand ghosted over his mouse as he watched the video in awe. Since the streamer was faceless–well, had a mask, there wasn't much for him to depict from there, but Caleb felt like he hit the jackpot. He mumbled dirty words under his breath, scanned every crevice of his monitor, he was just so captivated by the video he didn't even notice Zayne slip the files away from his fingers.
“Zay–uh, the money? Please… I’m only going to try something, I promise I'll pay you back.” the rest of his speech left out in a mutter as his eyes stayed locked on the pretty girl on his screen.
Zayne sighed and shook his head in disbelief, “Fine, this is a one time thing though, don't ask me again.”
Caleb nodded and the door clicked shut behind him.
Oh he was so going to enjoy this.
—
Caleb knew he shouldn’t have watched practically every single one of your videos in one night. Though he did hold himself back and saved just a couple for the next day, he still wanted to see more of his faceless girl.
But after binging most of your videos he found out your schedule and thank god Zayne introduced him to this site a day before your next stream was going to happen.
Caleb draped his coat over his shoulder as he was texting Zayne about the payment, all he needed to do was spoil and support you.
There was a thing on the site where whoever has the most total donations from their streams gets to be on a leaderboard, you were just at the top 2, nearing to number one, and Caleb needed to change that immediately.
Eventually, Caleb made it to work. He got a small payment from Zayne and smiled at his phone, but was way too distracted to see where he was going and bumped into someone, his coat falling to the ground as he repeatedly apologized to the person he bumped into.
But when he peered his eyes up and noticed you standing there, staring down at him with a menacing look, Caleb rolled his eyes.
“Hey pipsqueak.” He mocked, throwing his coat over your head as he guided you to the elevator. Your hand swats his away as you both step in the elevator, clicking the button to your floor and stand in awkward silence.
“You look beat, what did you do last night?” A hint of teasingness laced your voice which only caused Caleb to glare at you in response.
The elevator doors slid open, Caleb grabbed his coat which was resting on your head, and walked out the elevator. He immediately headed over to his cubicle and rested his face in his palms, he already missed his faceless girl.
As he was resting, a tap on his shoulder jolted him from his daze, he sighed and turned his head to whoever interrupted him, but groaned in annoyance when he saw you. You were staring down at him with your arms crossed, acting like he already knew what you were going to ask–but no, he didn’t.
“What is it?” Caleb muttered, averting his gaze away from you as he suddenly put all his focus on his monitor in front of him. His fingers danced around his mouse as he scrolled through hundreds of emails.
“Do you have the file for next week?”
“Zayne got them, but i'll ask him to not give ‘em to you.” he grinned, leaning back on his chair as he peered his violet eyes at you. A scoff escaped your lips and you turned away and walked over to Zayne’s cubicle.
Caleb's eyes widened and he sprung off his chair, following you. When you reached him, Caleb immediately budded in and shook his head at Zayne who had the files resting on his desk. You gave Caleb a dirty look and pushed him aside, asking Zayne for the files.
“Why don't you do it yourself.” Caleb striked.
“Why did Zayne get your copy then?” you cross your arms and stare at him with a raised eyebrow, the look on your face was way too threatening for Caleb to disregard your words. He sighed in annoyance and pinched the bridge of his nose, glancing at Zayne then back at you.
“That's because he gave me something in return.”
“Ooh, that's why you were so beat this morning, hm? I wonder wha–”
“Watch your mouth, pips.”
“Whatever, just give me the file.”
“No.” Caleb reached for the file on Zayne’s desk and walked back to his cubicle with it. He heard your footsteps growing louder behind him and before Caleb could put it back in his drawer, a hand clasped onto it and took it away from him.
“Give it ba–” before he could finish his sentence he turned around to be met with nobody in front of him. He marched around the whole office to try to find you and when you were nowhere in sight, he started to ask the people around where you could've gone.
But after getting no answers from anybody, Caleb sighed in annoyance and headed to the bathroom. His walk there was just as worse as not finding you. Before he could place his hand on the doorknob, someone from behind hopped on him which caused Caleb to flinch dramatically.
“Finally.” He muttered, slowly snaking his hands along your arms which were wrapped around his waist and in a quick movement he flipped you over, pinning you to the wall. His face was just centimeters away from you, neither of you moved, just stared into each other's eyes.
But Caleb's eyes purposely snake down your figure, his eyes lingering on your cleavage for a second before averting his gaze even lower. There was just some familiar feeling he had when he looked at your body but he just couldn't pinpoint what it was.
“Caleb?” you whisper, your eyes stayed locked on his. Caleb shook his head and pulled away, his fingers still rested on your arm before tracing along it, your soft fabric meddled with his cold fingertips before his fingers stopped in place when he felt a bracelet seam imprinted through your sleeve.
Before he could slide his fingers under your sleeve, your eyes widened in panic and you gave the file back to him before running back to the office.
Weird.
—
Once work was over you immediately rushed back to your house, there was just an hour left before your stream and your worst nightmare happened.
You couldnt find your fucking mask.
You practically searched every crevice of your apartment, checking under the sofa, your bed, the blankets, practically everywhere. but the mask was nowhere to be found.
You sigh, clasping your palms on the edge of your desk as you stared at your monitor in disbelief. You glance around your room one more time and soon grab your coat resting on your chair and leave your apartment.
You walked over to the closest store nearby, skimming your eyes along the mask aisle and picked out the first nicest looking mask you saw. You rushed to the cashier and placed the mask on the table before reaching in your purse and grabbed your card.
You eventually paid for your things and left.
Once you got home you got your things ready and sat in your chair–with your new mask–and hover your cursor over the start stream button and eventually click it.
You sat back on your chair as you started to watch the chat roll in, a bunch of people were already asking where your old mask went but you shrugged and told everyone you couldn’t find it.
Once a decent amount of people joined, your fingers rested on the strap of your shirt and you rolled your fingers around it, “hundred dollars this is getting off” you tease, and not even a second later a man under the name ‘c.lovesapples’ sent the first hundred with a little message attached to the donation.
c.lovesapples: this is my first time on your stream i hope you enjoy :p
You chuckle at the message, but also the username, what a stupid username. But you gave your promise and slid your top off, immediately clasping your cold palm on your tit, sliding your fingers between your perked up nipple, pinching and teasing it.
A quiet whimper escaped your lips and you bit your lip to contain your noises, continuing to play with yourself when another donation brings you back to reality. You peer your head at the chat and the same man who sent the hundred dollars, sends another donation with a follow-up message.
c.lovesapples sent $200: touch yourself?
“Think it's that easy?” you grin, but still linger one of your hands down your body, ghosting your fingers along the waistband of your shorts, then a loud donation sound makes you flinch and you glance back at the screen with widened eyes.
c.lovesapples sent $1000: satisfied? i was gonna save the rest for later but i really want to see you :(
Your mouth opens in a small ‘o’ shape and you couldn’t even bring yourself to utter anything. Instead, you listen to the man's request and slide your fingers under your shorts, slowly pulling them down before you were left in just your panties on display for everybody.
You slid a finger under your panties, rubbing your clit in a slow motion, head jerking back before you sunk a finger in your soaking entrance, your fingers working in a quick movement, letting pleasure blind you from the situation going on. You eventually add another finger, your digits fucking your sensitive cunt soo well, a loud moan echoed through the room.
“F-fuck.. You really know how to get me to give in–ngh so easily?” you peered your eyes at the chat, and even though it was going way too quick you couldn't help but only notice c.lovesapples’s comment.
c.lovesapples: anything for you. now look at where you are now :)
Confused, you glance at your whole screen trying to see what he meant by ‘where you are now’ and couldn't notice anything until a gold badge next to your username sparked and you were number 1?!
“wha–hngh” you curl your finger, letting pleasure rush through you as you soon ride out your orgasm in pure shock. A loud whine escaped your lips and you slump down your chair, panting heavily as more donations and chats started to roll in.
“Thank you…” you mumble, adjusting the mask on your face as you slowly get up from your seat and lean in closer to the monitor.
When you finish the stream, out of curiosity you head over to c.lovesapples’s profile but were met with disappointment when it was a blank page, no profile picture, no bio, no name, nothing. You sigh and plop your head on your desk, trying to think of a way to thank him.
And then an idea clicked, why not he come over to your next stream?
Your fingers immediately rest on your keyboard and you start typing away, writing a slightly convincing message that you hope he would fall for. And not even five minutes passed and you already got a response from him.
c.lovesapples: really? :O
c.lovesapples: i mean, sure.. send your address and i’ll be there on wednesday ;)
You sent him a couple messages back which eventually led to you sending your address. You were surprised how quick he agreed to meeting up with you, especially since this was his first time even joining one of your streams.
You shut your computer, cleaned up, and went to bed, dreading the Wednesday that was about to come.
—
As Wednesday rolled along, Caleb was geeked the second he woke up, he got up extra early for work, and pampered himself like crazy in the morning. He just couldn't believe that his faceless girl reached out to him just like that.
And now that you were number one, that was one thing checked off of Caleb's list, now the second thing—which he just added—was to fuck you!
As Caleb walked into work he ignored everyone who greeted him and pretended to focus on his work so the time could go by quicker.
As he was drowned in emails upon emails a cling sound fell near him and Caleb glanced down at the ground when he saw a bracelet resting on the ground, he turned his chair and saw you come close to his desk.
“Dropped something, pips?” Caleb chuckled and picked up your bracelet. He swirled the material around his fingers and when he noticed the design his eyes widened.
“Caleb, give it back—ungh” before you could finish speaking, Caleb grabbed onto your wrists and dragged you to a secluded hallway, his fingers gripping tight on the bracelet before he shoved you against the wall.
A thud echoed through the hallway and you wink up at Caleb while scratching the back of your head, a look of confusion filled your eyes and you reached for the bracelet still dangling along his fingers.
But he pulled away before you could grab it, Caleb leaned in his lips inches–centimeters away from yours, your shaky breath ghosted against Caleb’s skin and he slid the bracelet along his wrist.
“So you it's you…” he breathed, sliding his fingers through your soft hair, pulling you closer. You gulp and flicker your gaze from his lips to his eyes, and before you could ask him something, Caleb crashed his lips on yours.
“Save it.” he mumbled against your mouth, slicking his tongue against your soft lips before sliding it in your mouth, meeting his tongue with yours. He worked himself against your lips, practically devoured you like he hasn't eaten for years.
Caleb pulled away, his cheeks burning up by the second, he leaned in for another kiss but you pressed your finger on his lips, pushing him back before you asked him the same question you've been trying to ask before.
Caleb chuckled and rested his forehead on your shoulder, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, the tension radiated off the two of you, leaving you to instinctively give in and hug him back.
“Why’d you waste your money on me?”
“I dont know..” he mumbled, pulling away and wrapped his fingers around your wrist. The grip was tightening and Caleb started dragging you out of the hallway, eventually leading you out of the office building.
“Cal–where are we going?” you chuckle awkwardly, turning your head as you look back at the building door then back at Caleb, who was already shoving you inside his car.
“To start your stream, just a little earlier.”
—
It wasn't even a second you stepped into the house, and Caleb already had you slammed against your desk, his needy lips found yours, devouring you like an animal. His hand reaches the bottom of your computer, clicking a button, making the computer flash on.
A bright white light illuminated the room and Caleb still had his mouth on yours, he winked open an eye and peered his gaze to the lockscreen, you noticed his violet iris glistening in the dark and Caleb soon pulled away, asking you for the password.
You give him your password and dart your tongue on his neck, sucking and nibbling on it. A shuddered breath escaped Caleb's lips and his grip grew tighter on you, the feeling of his fingertips digging deep against your plush hips made you squirm beneath him.
Caleb eventually logged into your computer, he grabbed onto your face and without warning, he smashed his lips on yours again, his bodyweight started to push against you, as he started devouring you again. You notice his other hand–still on the mouse, move around as he started to click random buttons and, fuck.
He already started the stream.
“Caleb! My mask–hngh”
Caleb ignored your words and slid you off the desk as his mouth was still on yours, you felt him slide his fingers up your shirt, the feeling of his rough, cold fingertips grazing against your warm skin, which made you shudder in pleasure.
He pulled away for a minute, just to stare into your eyes before the sound of a riipp echoed through the room and your shirt was already torn up, and thrown on the ground. Caleb's hands immediately wrap around your tits before he flipped you over in a quick movement, making you face the camera as he had his hands all over you.
“Mmph–” you felt his fingers lower down your body, playing with the waistband of your pants, but instead of pulling them down, you felt his large presence shadow over you before his bright, violet eyes glistened at the chat.
“Hundred dollars and this is getting off.” he smirked, tugging at the fabric which caused a yelp to leave your lips. You glance up at the screen and notice a bunch of people sending hundreds of dollars. This was unusual for you, you would usually get way less than that, maybe it's ‘cause Caleb was here?
A menacing chuckle left Caleb’s lips and he slid your pants down in a quick movement. You were now left bare n’ exposed in front of everyone and you slam your head on the desk to cover your face, in embarrassment.
Caleb traced his fingers down your body, those same fingers eventually found their way to your soaking cunt and Caleb rubbed a slow motion against your twitchy clit, you clenched your thighs between him and a grunt left his lips.
“Relax, pips.”
You moan in response and a loud ding brings you back to reality, you peer your eyes at the screen and your eyes widen in shock.
thebestartist sent $500: gotta do more than that ^^
“Yeah? What d’ya think?” Caleb leaned in, his hot breath ghosted over your skin, you mutter something incoherent under your breath and that just made Caleb chuckle.
His fingers curled inside you, a loud, broken moan left your lips and you grip onto the desk tighter. Caleb’s fingers slick out of you and he aligned himself against you.
You felt the feeling of his rough fabric play against your sensitive skin, he continued to grind himself against you, stimulating you in any way possible, and it clearly was working.
“Want it?”
“Y-Yes!” You gulped the lump that was creeping up your throat and Caleb nodded, pulling away and zipping his pants down, you glanced at the chat which was going crazy and also notice the unreasonable donations rolling in.
“Too much..” you mutter, catching your breath, but before you could finish what you were saying you felt Caleb’s hard, leaking tip slick inside your entrance.
“Wha-”
“Did you guys know she’s my coworker?” Caleb said, thrusting more inches deep inside you, you rolled your eyes back and plop your head against the desk when you felt him sink deeper and deeper inside you.
“I’m not—ngh sure if we hated each other, but we never g-got…fuck…”
Caleb grit his teeth and grabbed onto the sides of your body, ramming himself in you in an arrhythmic pattern, you felt your head bob back and forth, your moans started sounding ragged, broken, and real.
Caleb grinned as he lifted your hips, elevating you in a perfect angle so he could hit the perfect spots, and he did exactly that.
“But we never got along, r-right?”
You shook your head, not because you were disagreeing with what he said—well you completely forgot what he said—but because you realized you were already creeping close to release.
With the man you hated.
Well it wasn’t even hate anymore, was it? You didn’t expect Caleb to be hitting every right spot, making you feel this good.
“C-Caleb I’m ugh!”
Caleb only hummed in response, his large length stretched you out, sounds of him slicking in and out of you, and loud moans filled the room.
Your legs shake in pleasure and before you could warn Caleb that you were going to cum, you already felt the pleasure pooling out of you. A mocking chuckle escaped Caleb’s lips and he gulped at the sight.
“D-damn it…” he whimpered, glancing at the screen where the chat was going absolutely crazy and the donations were still stacking up by the second.
thecrow: nice.
imamfstarboy: U looks so pretty.
A groveling groan left Caleb's lips when he realized he was close, he muttered curses under his breath before leaning in and grabbing onto the mouse.
A loud clang of your bracelet hitting the table made you flinch and before you could ask what he was doing, Caleb pushed his full length inside you making you moan in shock, an expression he’s never seen before plastered all over your face and that caused a reaction out of Caleb.
“Y-you’re so beautifu—nghh” with a click of the mouse the stream ended and you pant heavily, catching your breath. Caleb was still trapped inside you, and you felt him slowly pull out of you, sounds of his and your slick drooled out of you and you plop on your knees when a small pop escaped out of you.
“Was that good?” Caleb chuckled, leaning in and planted small kisses across your face. You stare at him, the shock still sparked in your eyes and you couldn’t even bring yourself to say anything.
“Let’s get cleaned c’mon, baby.”
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Both you and Caleb walked into work at the same time the next day. He stood close behind you, ghosting his hand along your back as he followed you in the office.
And immediately everybody; especially Zayne, noticed what was going on. Caleb chuckled and walked over to his cubicle and gave Zayne the files back.
“I can’t believe that faceless girl was her.” He laughed and slammed the files on the table, resting against the wall with crossed arms.
“Yeah… I checked out her stream last night and didn’t expect you to be there..” Zayne mumbled, his finger resting on his chin as he rubbed circular motions on it.
“Wait you were in the stream wha-“
“Time to pay back the thousands of dollars you gave her, Caleb. And also—”
Caleb only rolled his eyes in response and lifted himself off the wall, walking away from Zayne before he could hear more of his rambling.
“These are the wrong files.” Zayne mumbled.
part 3 of fly into your heart | caleb -> next work
holy fucking shit, sylus i love you
SMILE FOR THE PICTURE <3
summ. you asked the best photographer in your school to help take pictures of you for your project, not take a video of you guys doing it!
pairing. Caleb x f!reader cw. nerd!caleb, p in v, fingering, masturbation, recording during sex, creampie, dirty thoughts, kissing, handjob, college au, petnames, dirty talk, kitchen sex, 3.7k wc (wtf omg) a/n. hello yes this is kiindaa based off this post ... I just added a tiny switch up hehe
“Is that all you need help with?” Caleb asked, his eyes darting around the library and back at you.
“Please Caleb?”
A tired sigh escaped his lips, he pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head in disbelief, “So what you’re saying is that you want me to take pictures of you for your project?”
You nod.
“I don’t believe it, why do you need me?”
An annoyed sigh escaped your lips and you leaned in closer, being just centimeters away from his face.
“I heard you’re the best photographer and editor, so I need someone to help me so I can pass the class… so, please, just help me this one time?”
Caleb lightly rolled his eyes and stared at you before agreeing, “fine I’ll do it—but I’ll need something in return.”
“I’ll give you anything, Alright? I’ll email you some of my photos and then we can move on from there.” You say, sliding over a scrap piece of paper with your email displayed on it and walked off.
You didn’t even let him speak the second you skipped away from him and headed over to your little friends, giggling and loudly walking yourself out the library, practically announcing to everyone that you’re leaving.
Caleb glared at your figure already leaving the library and sighed against his seat, at least he’ll have something to do for the night.
As the day progressed Caleb was already in his dorm, studying for his other subjects. It was late in the evening and he had totally forgotten about the little deal you made with him, until he heard a crackle sound beneath him.
An exasperated sigh left his lips and he reached in his pocket for the tiny piece of paper with your email on it, he rested it in front of him as his fingers instinctively started typing away on his laptop.
Without realizing or reading over what he had written, the email had already been sent to you. Caleb panicked and tried to find out how to edit, or even delete to send it again, but when nothing was popping up he closed his laptop and attempted to distract himself before you responded.
A few minutes passed and a ding blared through Caleb's laptop. A shaky sigh escaped his lips before he carefully opened up his laptop and checked his emails. He refreshed countless times until, finally your response loaded up.
Caleb read the reply out loud and hovered his cursor over the pdf files of multiple photos you sent, “‘hey these are the photos’, yada yada…mmh alright.” After a second of hesitating he finally brought the courage to click on the photos.
And they were…beautiful.
Caleb was starstruck. He scrolled through the five photos you sent and inspected every single one, eyeing every perfect curve, your pretty eyes, practically just admiring you.
He never really talked to you, mainly because he thought you wouldn't talk to him if he tried talking to you first, but when you stepped up and spoke to him first, Caleb felt like it had to be a prank. Whether it was for the project or not, he didn't mind it, in fact, he’d probably want to work with you again, if he could.
He exited out of the pictures, getting ready to write his reply when he noticed you sent something else. Only captioning the file with ‘and a little surprise for you <3 you look like you’d be into this so i hope this gives you a little motivation !!’
Curious, Caleb clicked on the file without thinking and immediately regretted it. Well, was it regret? Definitely not. Caleb’s perverted eyes scanned at every part of the scandalous photo you sent. He brought his shaky hands to his mouse and instinctively started zooming in on every part.
“Damn it.” he murmured, squirming around his chair as he tried to hold himself back from touching himself, even though the last time he actually masturbated to someone was years before his third year in college, he didn't want to just break the streak when he knows damn well you will leave him once this project was over.
But one time wouldn't hurt, right? I mean, he was practically aching down there.
Caleb brought his fingers to the waistband of his shorts and played with it as he imagined different dirty scenarios with you. He eventually slid his fingers under his shorts, grabbing onto his hard, searing length, wrapping his cold fingers around it. He pumped his fist in a quick motion, staring at your picture through his already teary eyes, captivating every pixel he could see through his blurry vision.
“Ah-shit..” he whined, bucking his hips forward and soon brought his other hand to his cock, pretending it was yours. That thought just turned him on even more and he was practically trying everything to hold himself back from coming too early.
He glanced back at the picture, his glasses were slightly slipping off his nose but he didnt care. He yanked his head back, his pace going even quicker on himself and he was so, soo, clo–
“Fuck..”
Spurs of white pellucid mixture dripped out of Caleb, most of it getting on his desk and papers all over the desk. He breathed heavily as his violet eyes stared into in the ceiling, rethinking his fucking choices.
A few minutes passed and Caleb took a cold shower and eventually cleaned up himself, and the desk. He sat back on desk, reopening his laptop and quickly went to reply to your email. God, he was worried how he was going to face you the next day.
His fingers hovered over the light keys illuminating through his laptop, a response was stuck somewhere in the back of his head but he couldn't bring it back to him. He pondered for a moment, his mind spiraling with many, many thoughts, none of them were recollecting what he was going to say.
Caleb let out an annoyed groan and hit his head on his desk repeatedly. He’ll just respond tomorrow, when his mind was cleared out.
The next day after his classes were over, Caleb headed to the library to study for a bit. He put his ear buds in and started reading his book. But as he was too distracted by the gibberish of numbers and letters that somehow keeps him captivated the whole time he's studying, he didn't notice a presence in front of him.
A minute passed, and he still didn't notice. That was until someone yanked his earbuds off which caused Caleb to flinch dramatically. He looked up to see who disturbed his peace, about to stand up for himself until he realized it was you.
“What..”
“Why’d you not respond last night?”
Caleb's face flushed in a light pink tone, but he remained calm, a small smirk rested on his lips as he was trying to think of an excuse on the spot. He couldn't just tell you that he got off at the seductive picture you totally sent to rile him up with.
“I was too tired to, sorry. But I saw everything you sent.”
“You did?” you grin, leaning in closer as you stared into his eyes.
“Mhm, everything.”
“Did you like the surprise picture?” you said, a hint of teasing laced in your voice as you watched for Caleb's reaction. He was trying to act tough so badly, but you noticed how difficult it was for him to keep up the tough act and that just made you want to push his limits even further.
“Caleb?” you whisper.
Caleb’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down the second you whispered his name and he avoided your gaze, “..yeah.” he mumbled, his voice dropping five octaves deeper. You smile and pull away from him, looking down at him before shrugging.
“If you read the email–which I doubt you did–I told you to come over to my place tonight to take some practice pictures.”
“Practice? Wait, when did you even say that?” Caleb frantically started typing on his computer and pulled out the email. Embarrassment washed through his whole face when he read the first email which he totally ignored.
“I see…”
“Uh huh, the pictures I sent you last night were for reference, you know? How you’re going to take them and etcetera.” you fan your hands at him and Caleb stared at you for a good minute before nodding and closing his laptop, notebook, everything lying on the desk.
“Why’re you packing up right now?”
“Well? Why don’t we start early? I have studying to do and I don't want to spend the whole night taking pictures of you.”
You open your mouth, hesitant to say something but when no words could get out, you zipped your lips shut and turned around, walking yourself out of the library. You took small glances to see if Caleb was actually following you, when you noticed he was just a few meters away, you nodded to yourself and continued to walk to your place.
A ten minute walk later both you and Caleb end up at the front door of your apartment. You grab the keys from your purse and turn around, looking at Caleb while the key is shoved deep in the keyhole.
“Wait here, and do you have your camera?”
Caleb nods and rests his shoulder against the wall next to him. You nod and head inside your place. Caleb assumed you were cleaning it up so he leaned back and patiently waited as the sounds of shuffling and stuff moving around were getting louder and louder by the second.
A few minutes pass and you open the door letting Caleb in. Caleb looked around your whole place, his eyes darting on every piece of furniture that was definitely your style, and soon averting his gaze to the large window that showed off the view from outside.
It was already close to sunset and the lighting looked amazing to take pictures with. Caleb brought out his camera and tried turning it on when his worst nightmare happened.
“Dead?”
“Dead.”
A minute of silence echoed through the room, you and Caleb looked at each other before awkwardly chuckling at each other.
“I have a charger, be right back.” you say.
Caleb nodded and sat against your kitchen counter, fidgeting the camera around his fingers before you came back and slid the charger to him. He nodded in appreciation and quickly went to put his camera to charge.
“What should we do now?” Caleb asked, glancing at you then back at his camera.
You ponder for a moment then an idea lights up in your head, “Come, i’ll show you more of my photos so you can get an idea on what to do.” you unwillingly grab onto Caleb's wrist and drag him to your bedroom.
Which looked fairly normal, a little basic. Just a desk consisting of two monitors lying on it, a bookshelf, and your bed. You drag Caleb to your desk and you plop on the chair, unlocking your monitor in a quick movement and pulling out your camera roll.
“Some pictures may be weird so don't mind it, okay?”
Caleb nodded and glued his eyes to your monitor.
As the time went on and you were showing dozens upon dozens of photos to him, that's when your camera roll started to look a little too explicit and Caleb swore you were doing it on purpose.
“Oh whoops!” you giggle, letting Caleb quickly look at the explicit pictures of you, and at this point he wasn’t complaining. He wasn’t going to show that he liked it, but something else was about to shatter him from this nonchalant persona.
He watched you scroll through the pictures as his bottom half felt numb. Caleb looked at the bottom of the camera roll and noticed you were almost at the end of it, just a few more pictures to go and he could go to the bathroom to fix the problem down there.
When you finally showed the last picture Caleb nodded and enthusiastically told you how he knew exactly what he was doing and started backing away from your desk. You raise an eyebrow and get up from your seat walking behind him.
“Where's the bathroom?” Caleb asked, looking left and right at the two different hallways that could lead to anywhere. You peered your head up and brushed past him, but mistakenly stumbled over his shoelace and grabbed onto his thigh to catch yourself.
“Cal–uh..”
Your eyes widened and you looked up at Caleb's flushed look and down to your hand which was not on his thigh.
“Don’t move, please…” he mumbled, covering half his face with his hand as he carefully stepped back, but he was too much in a haze to even focus. He tripped on himself and stumbled against you again, making your hand practically rub on his boner.
“Shit…”
“You said you wanted something in return, why don’t I give you the favor right now and then you could take my pictures, how’s that?” you say, looking up at caleb who was still flushed bright red at the situation happening at the moment.
“I- fine..” he nodded and you smiled, sliding your fingers under his pants, slowly pulling them down and stare at his leaking bulge imprinting his boxers. Eventually, you pull his boxers down and let his cock spring out and, Fuck.
You wrap your fingers around his length and pump your fist in a slow, rhythmic movement, letting Caleb savour the time. Loud whines filled the room and you continued the same pace as you watched his reaction.
“Mo–ngh”
“Hmm?”
“More..” he breathed, Caleb's fingers slid in your hair and he pulled your head up so you could look at him. “Please.”
You smirk and fasten the pace on him, after one hand starts getting tired, you bring your other one and do the same movements to his cock. Both your hands were on his hard, sticky length. With one hand circling around the tip and the other pumping his full length Caleb was practically moaning like a virgin.
You slick your thumb on his tip and leaned in closer, about to make your mouth get put to use but Caleb stopped you and shook his head, “not yet..,‘m close” he groaned, his voice echoed through the room which sent shivers down your spine.
“You’re close? Then why don’t you hold it in.” you challenge, pulling your hands away from his cock and staring up at caleb who looked like he was going to die without the feeling of your hands on his.
“Hold it in, can you do that?” you whisper, getting up from your knees and leaned in closer, your hot breath ghosted against Caleb's skin. But Caleb couldnt even spit out any words, his eyes flicker on yours and before you could tease him further he crashed his lips on yours.
Caught off guard, you reciprocate the kiss and push him further against the wall, grabbing onto the sides of his face as you push yourself closer against him. Your bodies were practically molded together and Caleb lightly bit on your lip when he felt you grinding yourself against him.
His fingers made their way to your waist and soon snaked down to your pants, toying with the edges of it before pulling them down. His fingers slid lower on your body and soon reached your soaking, dripping cunt.
He slid a finger inside you and stroked a slow, deliberate pattern, stimulating and stretching you out before he put his cock inside you. He was holding himself back so bad but he lets the last drops of self control drip down him before he rams his cock inside you.
“Let me…” Caleb whispered, pulling his fingers out of you and stared at the mess coated on his fingers. You grunt and press yourself against him, he takes it as an indication that he can put himself inside you and without thinking he does it right away.
“urgh w-wait–” before you could tell Caleb to go to your bed or another room he lifted you up and pressed his tip against your soaking entrance, slowly pushing himself inside. He wasn't even a quarter in and you felt like you were full, you cling onto him as he lifts your body up and down on his cock.
“K-kitchen” you moan, burying your head on his shoulder. Caleb nods and effortlessly walks towards the kitchen with half his length inside you. You felt him press you against the counter and slightly pull himself away so he could see your face.
Caleb stared at you with love and lust filled in his eyes, his glasses were barely on him, his eyes were teary, and fuck he still looked like a beauty. You yanked your head back when you felt him sink deeper inside you, his tip practically hitting every right spot, and you felt like you were in heaven.
You wink your eyes open and get used to your surroundings again and notice the camera was still charging next to you. Caleb watched your every move as you picked up the camera and flicked it on. It beeped for a moment and flashed unlocked.
When the camera was on you smiled and glanced at Caleb who was too much in a daze to know what you were doing and angle the camera directly at his beautiful face. You coo his name and he averted his gaze to the camera that was in your hands.
“Smile.” you manage to get out and notice Caleb smirk before you flash a picture. Your eyes widened as you clicked the picture and he looked heavenly. Caleb chuckled as he continued to ram himself in and out of you, using one of his hands to grab the camera.
“Let me see.” he murmured, resting his fingers on yours which were still on the camera. You carefully gave him the camera and he examined the photo, a menacing chuckle escaped his lips and he shook his head, “don’t I look great?” he chuckled.
“Mhm”
“Yeah?”
You nod again and Caleb angled the camera to you, his hands, which were once shaky weren't shaky anymore and he looked at you before looking back into the camera screen.
“Smile for the picture.”
Before you could let out a smile you felt Caleb shove his full length deep, deep inside you. A wave of shock went through you and you heard the camera shutter when you noticed he took a picture of an expression you made that was most definitely not a smile.
“That’s a good–mmph e-expression! Shit, do it again.” he whined, continuing to ram himself deep inside you, the impact of his hard tip abusing your cervix sent you to a spiral, you stared at Caleb through teary eyes and shook your head.
“Come on, baby.” he begged, still having the camera aimed at you. A loud moan escapes your lips and you roll your hips against Caleb’s. Caleb let out a low whistle and lowered the camera to the view of his cock buried balls deep inside you.
“Look at t-that..” he chuckled, slowing the pace down. He was already close to release and he didn't want to pull away. Caleb kept the camera at the same angle it was at before and brought his other hand to your stretched out cunt, placing his thumb against the clit as he stretched it out and watched the mess pool out of you.
“You’re recording? A-and you-?!” you couldn't even get any more words out. Caleb nodded and apologized repeatedly.
“I'm sorry.. It was on a-accident” he coughed, shaking the camera around as he slowly started pulling himself out of you. The sounds of the slick seeping out of you filled the room and it just turned Caleb on even more, when he was just almost the tip out of you, Caleb angled the camera from your lower half to your face and thrusted himself back into you.
His pace was quick and his moans grew louder at every thrust he gave. Caleb was practically over the moon and the feeling was just something he wished to experience again. Caleb placed the camera down on the counter and aimed it where you both were in frame.
“Can you handle one more–y-yes? Or no?” he asked, leaning in closer to your face, his breath tickling on your warm skin, you nod and Caleb chuckled, lifting your legs over his shoulders and thrusted himself one more time.
“That's good, might as well go until the camera dies again, should we, baby?”
You didn't know how many rounds you both did, you were almost going to pass out midway through sex but Caleb somehow calmed you down and you stayed awake, didn’t pass out once no matter how many times he filled you up, it was like he was magic.
Both you and Caleb just finished getting cleaned up and you both were back at the kitchen. He held onto his camera as he went through the multiple photos and videos he took, the longest video being about an hour and a half long, which resulted in the camera dying just the second before you were going to cum.
Caleb smirked as he looked through the photos and one photo caught him by surprise, he inspected the photo and flipped the camera towards you. “You look good in this.” he said, as a death piercing gaze was locked on you.
“I’m practically clothless in that, what's so special about it?”
“You can keep it for your album of those types of photos…” he shrugged, turning the camera back towards him and looking at the photo again. You shrug and that's when you realized.
“We haven't taken my practice pictures yet!”
“Well, can you still do it, or should I come back tomorrow?” Caleb grinned, stepping towards you and stared into your eyes with a teasing look.
“Let's get it over with, today.”
Caleb frowned, “Okay one second,” He said, angling the camera at you again.
“Smile.”
part 2 of fly into your heart -> next work
fly into your heart | caleb
ride like a pony
smile for the picture <3
I got fucked by my top gifter?!
video game fucker!
new writing whenever I can around 7-8pm
RIDE LIKE A PONY
summ. who would've thought you were going to get railed by the star athlete of the hockey team...before his game.
pairing. Caleb x f!reader cw. hockey player!Caleb, p in v, he's sensitive, dirty talk, kissing, semi public, wearing his jersey during sex, 1.3k wc a/n. hi guys i gave in and i'm starting a caleb series...starting off with a boom!
“Is this your way of wishing me luck, pipsqueak?” Caleb chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, sinking himself in the unexpected hug he received from you.
He still hasn't gotten changed in his uniform, and here you were, hugging on him for dear life as if he was going to die once he leaves the changing rooms. A few moments of silence pass and Caleb pulls away, looking down at your flushed face, probably caused by the cold temperature in the room.
He brought his hand to the sides of your cold skin and held onto you for a few moments as he stared into your eyes and then pulled himself away from you, heading over to his bag to grab his gear and clothes.
You stood still, watched his every move as he started stripping himself and started getting changed into his gear.
“Do you have practice today?” Caleb asked, sliding his shirt off and grabbed onto another one. You shook your head and sat on the bench across from him, eyes still locked on his figure as each piece started to stick to his body, one by one, he was already almost done getting changed.
“Just the jersey and pants left.” he mumbled to himself, digging his hands in his bag as he searched for his desired items.
“I’ll help.” you say, getting up from the bench and strutting towards Caleb, shoving him aside and dug your hands in his bag to find the things he was looking for. After a few minutes of searching you found the jersey and pants and pulled them out, waving it in front of his face.
“Thanks pip- huh?” Before Caleb could grab the stuff from your hands you pulled your hand back, a small smirk resting on your lips as you watched Caleb's reaction twist from confusion to amusement.
“Oh? Wanna help me put it on then?” Caleb pushed aside his bag and sat on the bench, spreading his legs and arms apart, indicating that you have the will to put his uniform on, but that wasn't what you wanted.
“Give me a kiss then I'll give your stuff back, deal?”
“If that’s all you wanted then you could have asked sooner.” Caleb teased, lifting himself off the bench and walked towards you. Once you were just mere inches away he slid his arms around you and lightly picked you off the ground, walking back to the bench and placed you there.
“Just a kiss, alright?” he whispered, his hot breath ghosts over your cold skin as his eyes stared down at you, waiting for approval. You nod and not even a second passed and he already had his lips planted on yours.
Caleb was practically devouring you, why? Because you wore his favorite lip balm that always sends him to a spiral when he kisses you. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him even closer so he could savour more, there was no backing out now that he had a taste.
“Hey..” he muttered between the kiss, pulling away for a second to just dive back on you again. Caleb's tongue seeked for entrance and when you gave it to him, his hands reached the sides of your face, pulling you closer than ever.
His tongue intertwined with yours, and he couldn't pull away. He knew this would happen, and as much as Caleb tried controlling himself, he couldn't. He felt like a glass cup that shattered the second it drops on the ground.
“You did this on…ngh…purpose, didnt you?” he breathed, pulling away staring at your flushed face beneath him. You gave him a quick nod, the corner of your lips were playing a slight smirk that couldn't be held back anymore.
Caleb groaned, looking around the changing room before he picked you up, and placed you on his lap. Your eyes widened and instinctively, you started grinding your hips against his. Low whimpers filled the room, Caleb held onto you with a tight grip as he watched you ride yourself against him.
“That's itt, roll your hips ju-just like that…” he whimpered, bucking his hips the slightest to indicate to you to go quicker. You obey his silent orders and continue driving yourself against him, feeling his warm fabric make contact with your bare thighs.
“More caleb..” you whisper, grabbing onto his shoulders, pulling yourself closer. Caleb nodded and slid his fingers under the waistband of your skirt, toying with it before pulling them off, and also removing your other clothes in the process. A low whistle left his lips the moment you were left in nothing except your panties and bra.
“Is it cold?” he teased, bringing one of his hands to his pants and slowly sliding them off, revealing his aching, dripping cock.
You shook your head, well it was a complete lie, ‘cause the room was freezing but you couldn’t tell Caleb that so you just stayed quiet until he notices.
“Yeah? Alriightt” Caleb purrs and with his free hand he pushes you closer to his cock, and soon slides his hand down your body playing with your waistband of your panties before pulling them down.
“Don't make a mess, pips.”
You rolled your eyes and then felt his dripping tip make contact with your cunt, a quiet moan escaped your lips and you kept your eyes shut as Caleb continued to slowly push himself more and more inside you.
The comfort of his hand ghosting on your waist suddenly disappeared and that's when you realised he was reaching for the jersey that was still clenched between your fingers. In a swift movement he grabbed on the jersey and slid it on your body.
With the jersey on and half his length shoved deep inside you, you stare at Caleb in disbelief. His fingers soon found their way back to your waist and he pushed you up and down, up and down, keeping the rhythm at a slow pace.
“I knew you were cold,” he chuckled, rubbing one of his hands up and down, letting the friction of his jersey rub against your skin to make you feel a little warmed up. You put your head down, letting the sides of your hair cover your flushed face and gripped onto his shoulder tighter, as the pace started to get quicker.
“Let me see..mmh you.” Caleb asked, wrapping his hand on the back of your neck, prying your head to look at him but you shook your head and continued to keep your head down.
You eventually found control in the situation and rode yourself against him. Caleb chuckled and slid his fingers away from your head and sat back as he watched you pleasure yourself on his cock. Moans filled the secluded, echoey room. Both you and Caleb were in a daze, and god, it felt good.
“Hey.. Let me see you–urgh fuck yourself in my jersey,” he moaned, brushing his thumb against your lips and soon, you gave in, and slowly lifted your head up, looking directly into Caleb’s violet eyes.
Your vision was blurry, probably caused by the pleasure rushing through you. Caleb’s face looked like a fever dream, twisted and yet, still so beautiful. Your hips started to get tired and Caleb grabbed onto you again, thrusting you quicker and quicker.
He was hitting, Every. Right. Spot. Which was making you closer and closer to release, you wrap your arms around him and arch your back, feeling him against you as you chanted your release.
“Let it out.” he whimpered, thrusting you one more time before you unexpectedly came all over his cock, a sigh of relief escaped both yours and Caleb's lips, he panted against your shoulder and held onto you for a few moments.
“Caleb, your game?”
“It should be starting in a few minutes but my jersey is now messed up.” he frowned, skimming his fingers down his jersey you were wearing.
“Just wear it.” you mumble, taking it off and throwing it at his face before hopping off his lap and putting your clothes back on.
Caleb chuckled and eventually got changed, getting up and putting the final parts of his gear on. Once he finished changing he walked towards you, ruffled your hair, and gave you a kiss on your head.
“Wish me luck.”
“I will.”
part 1 of fly into your heart | caleb -> next work
my mouth is zipped shut
just listened to midnight feast and i'm going feral.. he doesn't like being interrupted JOTTING THAT DOWNNNN