content warnings: 18+ !!! MEAN!DOM caleb x bratty!reader, boob worship (in a way i guess but, mainly focused on tit play), penetrative sex, dumbification (?) overstimulation.
author’s note: for @nanacaleb23 !! i hope you enjoy. i know i didn’t really follow the request fully bcos i wanted it to be caleb fucking reader dumb 😵💫😵💫. hope you still like it lovey! :3
word count: 1.9k
you were behaving bratty, mouthing off at him by making sarcastic comments at every little thing that seemed to annoyed you. despite your bratty behaviour, caleb, your ever patient boyfriend just sat next to you still remaining as cheerful and ecstatic as ever. you grew bolder with your words, making snarky remarks that until it was clear that he was growing annoyed with you. you certainly hit a nerve especially when you take note of the subtle changes in caleb’s features - the way his nose crinkled as he gave you a tight-lipped smile, the way his jaw clenched as he tightened his fist until his knuckles turned white. perfect, it was exactly as you planned. you wanted to test his limits, how long he would tolerate your disrespect until he snapped.
now you were lying down lazily on the couch of his apartment. your legs are resting on his manspread lap, his hands are resting on your ankle, rubbing soothing circles over you. you wanted to have a little fun.
you sigh irritatedly, “caleb..can you like—i don’t know, stop touching me all the time?” he looks at you bewilderedly, his grip tightening on your ankle. “pip, could you stop acting like a brat? you’ve been getting on my nerves the whole day with that attitude of yours. plus, we do this all the time and you’ve never once complained,” he replies exasperatedly. “are you that desperate for my attention, hm? you could’ve just asked me to fuck you” he hums matter-of-factly, his eyes narrowing at you, the expression on his face showing you that he was done with your little game.
you bite back a smile at his reaction. ugh, finally. you simply roll your eyes. slow and deliberate. “if you’re going to be such a bitch, then do something about it,” you taunt, an eyebrow raised in a defiance, despite noticing the obvious swirl of lust and anger in his eyes - the urge to put a brat like you back into your place.
swiftly, he gets up and push you down harshly onto the couch. he settles himself between your legs, keeping them spread. one of his large hands grip both your wrists in one, holding them firmly above your head as the other wrapped around your throat. oh how large his hands were, a single hand could wrap around your whole neck simply due to its sheer size.
his eyes darkened, his lips curling into a mean smirk. clearly, you’ve finally pushed him past his tolerance. he leans down to your ear, his breath blowing hot air against it. “soo mean..” he tuts. “you want me to fuck you that bad? well you’re really gonna get it now. my way.”he hisses.
the feeling of euphoria rush through your veins, you were finally getting what you wanted. well, if only it were that easy.
caleb has kissed you stupid under him to the point it has you writhing. your hands are still pinned above you and your thighs shook around him, your dripping, hot cunt was aching for anything. any sort of pleasurable relief that you bucked your hips up against him, searching for the friction he denied you from. you can feel his hardened crotch in his own pants but you knew how incredible caleb’s self control could be. it was his turn to break you - turn you into a dumb, melted puddle against him, a pliant submissive mess.
he kisses you again. hard, full of passion. you whimper into the kiss, feeling overwhelmed by the way he completely dominated your mouth completely. the ache between your thighs growing and growing by the minute. “i’m gonna destroy you, sweetheart.” he groans against your lips, his voice low and full of promises.
you whimper. what had you gotten yourself into? you couldn’t afford to be fucked stupid. especially not with your mission tomorrow. what were you doing? teasing caleb that you drove him mad?
“ca-caleb—hnggh!” he lets you catch your breath as you stammer to get your words out. he kisses down your collarbone and the bare-skin above your shirt, allowing you to speak freely without his mouth all over yours. “ngh—! we shouldn’t be—hah! b-be doing this..i-i have a mission..t-tomorrow..,” you whimper out hoarsely.
he simply laughs, using his free hand to cup your face, his eyes filled with faux sympathy. “well you should’ve thought about that before teasing me, you brat. now you’re just going to have to deal with the consequences of your actions like the big girl you are,” he spits out meanly.
before you can respond, you can feel his fingers read down to the hem of the loose baggy shirt you have on; his shirt. he stares down at you, making eye contact with a glint of amusement in his eyes as he pulled the shirt far above your chest, baring your hardened nipples, so desperate for the slightest touch. “no bra? i really didn’t realise how much of a needy little slut you are, huh?” he says softly, his fingers tracing along the peak of your breasts. “well, let me have my fun first, wont cha’ pip?” he asks rhetorically.
suddenly, he leans down and sucks your left nipple in his mouth, swirling it with his tongue. he flicks his tongue over and over the sensitive bud while his free hand pinched at your other nipple, rubbing it in circles, holding it between his thumb and index finger to tease. your body jolts in his grip, your hands fighting his to no avail, the large hand keeping them in place above your head, unmoving. you cry out loudly, at the overwhelming sensation. such a sensitive area you never tried stimulating on your own. you felt as if you were melting just from getting your nipples teased. the wetness grows between your thighs that you can feel a wet patch between your quivering legs which are still separated by caleb’s larger thighs. it hurts how desperate you are, yet the sensations were so mind-numbing it left you in a daze.
the toe-curling sensation of his wet muscle torturing you with such cruel pleasure.
your back arched, pushing your chest further into his mouth and fingers, your hips jerking around helplessly. “p-pleaseee! aah!—caleb,” you whimper, your breath falling short at the particularly hard flick of his finger over your nipple that left your brain short circuiting.
he pulls away briefly, his mouth pulling away with a resounding pop. his eyes initiaally focus on your chest, admiring how swollen and reddened they were from his teasing, completely ignoring the ache he knew you felt in your cunt. the throbbing and ache. he looks at you innocently as if he wasn’t just sucking the life out of you. his eyes meet yours, you knew that look. it was the ‘you got yourself into this’ kind. “what d’ya need, hun?” he asks casually.
“i-hngh! needa to cuuuum..” you whine out, finally caving to caleb’s teasing. he raises an eyebrow tauntingly. “aww, i’m sure you do, sweets. take a little more for me, yeah? that way i’ll know that you’re truly sorry,” he replies condescendingly.
he had his way with you. he kept sucking and licking at your chest, lathering his tongue all over, swirling around the bud, alternating between them both making them grow more sensitive with each tug and flick. it was maddening. right when you would think it couldn’t get worse, he would torture your nipple by twisting it between his fingers or by flicking his tongue over it until your mind went numb, eyes rolling back. however, he was still denying you of that pleasure, the coil in your tummy flickering with heat yet never fully pushed over the edge.
at some point, he had released your hands and your underwear was no longer on. you were reduced to a sniffling pathetic mess under him. your eyes are welled up in tears from the desperation, fingers clawing at his back. he wouldn’t even allow you to reach down to touch yourself, always intertwining his fingers with yours tightly if you tried. you could feel your slick dripping into the couch the longer he went on. he deprived you of any friction. by now, you knew just the slightest touch on your clit or by running his fingers over your squelching slit, you could cum. so so easily, yet the punishment wouldn’t be engraved in your head well enough. that’s why he resorted to this.
you sobbed against him, crying and pleading for him to have his way with you. “caleb, i-i—hiccup!—i really c-can’t anymore.” you murmur. you feel his lips curl against your skin, his hands running up and down your waist with a featherlight touch.
“i guess, my baby has learned her lesson, yeah?,” he whispered sweetly. it had you frantically nodding your head yes, you’ve melted into such a puddle for him just by a little stimulation! he chuckles as your state, brushing your hair out of your face, cooing at you lovingly. your face was flushed, panting against him pathetically. this is what recognised - the way you gave into your own pleasure, gave him control. let him take care of you.
his eyes softened before he sighed. “fine, i’ll stop being mean,” he grumbled, nuzzling his face in your neck.
he flips you over the armrest of the couch, manhandling you so that you now faced the chair, back against his chest with the top half of your frame dangled over the couch as he gripped your waist with the other. you hear the zzzzp! of his pants coming undone and before you can even think, you feel his thick cock head nudge against your clit, rubbing up and down your sopping folds. “what a brat you’ve been, baby… just needed to be fucked stupid for caleb, huh?” his groans softly, tone soft yet full of mirth.
in one swift motion, he thrusted deep into your gummy walls, the force of his thrust sending you forward. it was so overwhelming that you struggled to get a hold of yourself as your nails dug into the chair, your drooling face mushed against the cushion. your reaction elicits a little rubble in his chest, one of which would be laughter if he wasn’t as needy as you in this moment.
“shiiit—ngh!-haaah!- p-pip, you feel so so good,” he murmurs into your ear, his arm wrapping around your waist from behind, holding you flush against his pelvis where he is buried balls deep into you. he groans as he begins to thrust into you hard and fast before you could adjust. yet, the pleasure felt overwhelming. the feeling of his cock head nudging against all your sweet spots relentlessly, reducing you to a drooling mess as you squealed and sobbed from the pleasure. the way you’d squeak out a little ‘is too much’ or ‘i cant!’ yet he never stopped as you never once uttered your safeword.
caleb was beyond gone, fucking himself into you chasing his own high. you writhe against him, hips trying to shift out of his tight grip as he rearranged your guts from inside out, splitting you on his thick cock. it had you spurting cum all over his couch, your vision whitening with each time you came. each orgasm came in short bursts, little orgasms that left you panting so you could never catch your breath or prepare for the next thrust of his cock.
caleb kept going, his thumb eventually reaching down to play with your clit as grinded his cock as deep as possible into you.
you were so far gone, and you feel your hair being pulled back by caleb. he moans into your ear and you feel the hot cum filling you up to the brim. it makes your body jolt and tremble, whimpering from the sensation.
“felt good, babe?” he heaves before pressing a delicate kiss behind your ear.
you let out a little fucked out ‘mhm’ as you lie limp, sandwiched between him and the couch as your legs continue to tremble.
how were you going to explain to jenna that you were ‘sick’ for the 5th time this month?
Summary- You are staying home from summer break before Senior year of college with your Gran, Josephine, when a huge surprise happens, after over a year of being unable to see Caleb, he comes back to stay. You're so happy, but there's just a couple problems - one, you want him in ways you shouldn't, and you're just starting to get over it with the distance. And two, Caleb is pretty fucking pissed that you have a date.
Warnings- eventual smut, light angst, taboo relationships (Caleb basically is MC's stepbro lol, so it's the same dynamic here) longing, mutual pining, JEALOUSY like a mf, yandere Caleb, he's a virgin bc that's canon to meee, him being utterly obsessed bc that's how we love him. This chap - teasing, sexual thoughts, SO MUCH TENSION, mentions of masturbation and jealousy
Third time writing Caleb but this will be my first LADS series!! I'm excited to write something longer. It'll be like 4 parts hehe, lmk if you want a tag in the next!!!
Part One
"Caleb!" You run up to him and he picks you up in his big arms, strong and so tightly wrapping you, you almost can't breathe. He's laughing, the sound you missed so badly in person - over the phone just wasn't the same. His big white grin melting your fucking heart, the arms you feel so safe in squeezing you so tightly.
"Pip squeak!" He's lifted you up in his arms, spinning you now, as Gran smiles at you two, crossing her arms and watching as you peck kisses along his head. "Stop, you're slobbering all over me!"
"You should thank me, you stink you know!"
"Hey!" He glares playfully, you're giggling, heart so full from seeing him again, as he eases you down, and for a moment you feel your cheeks heat up.
God he's gotten even buffer, hasn't he? Are his shoulders broader, what the fuck?
It seems completely unfair, in his black military uniform with ribbons and gold buttons decorating the chest, of the many accolades he's already gotten. His hat sits just so over his head, hiding those dark brown locks that used to tint gold over the summers you spent together, your hands touch that thick, sturdy material over his strong forearms as you smile.
You had a dream of him last night - but it wasn't some prophetic dream, no you wish it was something sweet like that. It was you in his bed, trying to inhale any scent left of him, soaking wet from picturing Caleb's head right between your thighs.
You'd woke up drenched, and cumming, your cunt pulsing without even touching yourself, as you wore one of those sweaters of his that hit right mid thigh, so fucking embarrassing. You refused to touch yourself to him, in his childhood bed, the one he'd hold you in when you had a nightmare, when you got scared.
It started before then, the obsession with Caleb, but you were able over these years to shove it back, to hold it in, to explain it away with this or that. Seeing him again, being in his arms, inhaling that musky scent of his was enough to do you in.
Little do you know, Caleb has no problem jerking his cock to you, in fact he does so every night - as much of a routine as washing his face and brushing his teeth. In that order actually, brush teeth, wash face, jerk off to your photos.
He used to have the scent of you on the panties he stole, but he's been gone far, far too long to have that anymore. Now, it's pictures of you, the selfies you send him, so innocent and sweet too, not knowing the boy you grew up with jerks and cums to them nightly.
The distance made it somewhat bearable, the torture he's been put under with his obsession with you, but now, holding you again?
He damn near forgets Gran is in the fucking room, he'd love to pick you up and press your body against that wall, or take you up to your childhood bed, the one he'd watch you sleep in, and tuck you in back then - but instead, now he would fuck you so hard he breaks the goddamn thing.
He can't stand your sweet scent filling his nostrils, the way your cheeks tint that perfect hue in his presence - He's hopeless for you, and he can't do a fucking thing about it in this proximity.
"Shower time for Caleb!" You tease, dragging him up by your hand now, and Gran laughs as the two of you shove each other playfully back and forth until you help him get settled in his old room.
"You all never change anything, huh?" he teases, running fingers over the photos of both of you lining the cork board on the walls. Over all these years, no matter how many women have tried, he's been unable to be with any of those girls, no matter if he's been as horny as can be, he's still waiting for something he doesn't even show.
He's pretty sure if anyone knew he was a virgin, they wouldn't believe him - including you. You tease him about his fanclub of girls he's always had, not realizing he doesn't even pay attention to a single one, how the fuck could he when you exist?
He has to wonder... it can't be the same for you, can it?
He'd die to lap you up right between your thighs, that are pressing together as you sit up on his dresser, smiling at him and swinging your calves back and forth, he admires the shape of them far more than is normal for any human being. He barely registers that your perfect lips are moving, then focuses.
"Of course Gran changes nothing, I haven't been here since spring for a couple days actually, I feel bad she's alone!"
"How's college going, make any friends?" You nod shyly, looking down, and he watches the lights from outside his window flicker along your skin, washing it in the golden light. He nervously unbuttons his jacket, feeling your eyes on his chest as he does.
"It's good, and I do have some friends. Oh! You still wear this?" You reach over, touching the dog tags you got him so long ago, back when he started training and you were in high school.
"Of course I do." He takes your hand, smiling the way only Caleb does, his hand feels too good, like everything is heightened from your stupid fucking dream now. "And do you, wear yours?"
You nod, and his fingers drift across your neck, eyes lit in a vivid amethyst as he sees a bare neck. "Here," you tug it out from under your shirt, smiling as he traces it with his long fingers, calloused and rough against delicate skin. "I always wear it."
"Even in the shower?" He teases, but the thoughts whirl in his mind, of you naked. He's seen you before of course, he's always averted his eyes, tortured by the memories, but you're entirely grown now, your body so sexy he's dying picturing it. You just get more beautiful every time he sees you.
"Yeah, in the shower, silly. Speaking of- go take one." You shove him off, before darting in your room, taking several breaths, shutting your eyes tightly.
You can't want him.
*****
The next day, you're all dressed up, trying to straighten your hair unsuccessfully, honestly Caleb spoiled you so badly as a teen that he dried and straightened your hair for you. You still kind of suck at it, always missing the back. He also cooked for you and Gran constantly, and you do tend to order out or make ramen, you just never liked food like you liked his.
Caleb walks by, just wearing a sweater, you're mortified as you remember you were wearing it and cumming the other day, but he doesn't seem to notice your expression. He's raised a brow, as you count the new freckles speckled across that straight nose of his, new ones you missed before.
"Need some help, punk? The back of your hair is a mess." You glare playfully, but nod, handing him the black straightening wand and your brush.
"Please."
"So spoiled, still huh?" He teases, and begins to move it slowly, detangling your hair as you sigh in bliss, remembering out it feels. "Why are you all dolled up, girls night?"
You smile a bit, curious if he'd notice your pretty outfit. When he said anything sweet to you it meant more than a compliment from anyone. "No, um... I have a date."
"A date?" Caleb's words come out hoarse, as he runs the burning hot straightener through your hair, his dark violet eyes unreadable as he stands so tall behind you in the reflection.
"Yeah, Caleb you haven't been home in a year and I hadn't really mentioned it because it's not too serious, but I am talking to someone," you murmur, not bearing to meet his reflection. How could you, truly, when the man you want is right here? "Me and gran are glad you visited you know!"
"Are you," his voice is darker than usual, the lilting and sweet way he speaks to you, it's different. Just like the darkness in his usually brilliant eyes, running the hot ceramic over your hair. "It's been so long you forgot about me?"
"What, Caleb!? No! I missed you so bad. I wrote to you constantly, you know," you frown now, and he sighs, moving to another section of your hair. "I miss this."
"Will someone else do this now?" You're blinking in confusion, his hurt tone, so soft yet something dangerous to it, something you can't quite place, as you eye him in the mirror.
"Will someone straighten my hair?"
"Yeah, a boyfriend maybe?"
"I..." you trail off, looking at him in confusion. Though unspoken surely, you've never worded just how you feel, nothing but countless entries in your diaries about the love you surely shouldn't feel, but have since you met him that day as a little kid.
"Your date is here, honey!" Gran says, just for Caleb to accidentally burn your neck then, you gasp in pain and he curses, so furious about the thought of anyone with you, he didn't pay attention. Now he's hurt you, the last thing he ever wants to do.
God he just wants to kiss it better.
"Shit, I'm sorry pip squeak." He's immediately setting the straightener down, turning and touching your neck, you cry out in pain as he observes the burn forming on your skin. "I'm so sorry."
"it's okay, mmm," you try to put on a tough smile, but you see his sweet puppy dog eyes, that little expression that tugs on your heart.
"Let me take care of you, please," he says softly, you shake your head, and his brows lower. "Let me help."
"It's nothing-"
"I'll get some aloe, hold on." You're running cool water on your neck as your gran comes up, she took the two of you in a very long time ago, but Caleb's military training has left her alone, mostly, when you're not in school. She treasures every visit, especially the two of you together.
"Are you all right honey?" She asks, you nod asCaleb frantically runs and grabs it, eyeing the man that walks in calmly now into the kitchen.
He pauses, glaring, dark lashes narrowed as he takes him in - he wants to fucking kill him just knowing he'd get a chance at taking you out, when you're his and always would be. Those memories of being a kid, when you two first met and he said those words -
I'm Caleb, and I'll always be by your side.
Well, Caleb meant it, yes he had to be out of town and missed a lot of time to make sure you all had anything you needed financially, but that doesn't mean he's not just as much a part of you as you are of him.
"And who's this, Gran?" He asks, as she's back down stairs, he can still hear the water running upstairs.
You always do that when you get burnt, when he's told you many times it's not the best solution, but you're stubborn.
Caleb smiles as he grabs the bottle of dark blue aloe, and Gran looks at him with a smile. "It's her date for the night." She introduces a name he barely registers, shaking the young guys hand, a good six inches shorter than Caleb, squeezing the shit out of it with a smirk.
"Oh, hi there. I'm Caleb." He says, and the man clears his throat, shaking his hand out.
"And you are..."
Caleb pauses- just what is he to you? After all these years, you are his everything, all he lives, breathes and dreams, but what do you feel for him now? Grown up, grabbing plates off shelves yourself, living at your dorm and enjoying your own life, your own world, where does he fit in anymore?
A week here, a week there, writing you letters every time he leaves for a mission, knowing he may never see you again. You've never seen them, he's never told you that he wants more, so much more, than just being 'family' or whatever the fuck this was. That he wants to kill anyone that comes near you.
How does Caleb ever explain that?
"He's our family," Gran says with a smile, touching his shoulder. "Did she hurt herself bad?"
No, Caleb hurt her, and it feels horrible knowing he did. The last thing he ever wants is to hurt you.
"She just burned herself with a straightener, so it'll... be a few." He murmurs, Gran nods a bit, and Caleb runs back up, seeing you bent over the sink now, in a skirt that's way too fucking short. He can see the outline of your cunt under panties he'd die to have against his face, filling him with the need to just devour you.
If he could, he'd have his own perfect little fucking world, with just you and him.
"Caleb?" You ask, standing, the water dripping down your top, little droplets that trail down your perfect breasts.
He says nothing, cock throbbing under his jeans, mind in a mix of hatred for this random boy, and desire for you, equal parts fucking his entire brain up now.
"The aloe?"
"Yeah, here..." he shuts the bathroom door, leaving the two of you completely alone, far too close, you have to angle your head up to look at Caleb, as tall as he's gotten. He takes two fingers, pumping the clear gel onto them, brushing your hair back with his other hand, so intimate your breath catches.
There's just one problem lately, and that's the fact that you want Caleb, more than a family should, more than friends should. You want him to touch you in places you touch yourself, thinking of him shirtless and sweaty after a workout, thinking of his long fingers buried inside you so deep.
You hate the thoughts, you hate how lonely you get when he leaves, how badly you want him to come home, but when he does, especially over summer break, when you climb into bed during a storm? It's very clear you're not a little girl anymore, not when his hard body does things to you.
Not when you wake up embarrassingly wet in his arms and pray he doesn't notice.
Now, he's touching your fingers gently with the gel, as he watches your pretty breasts heave up and down, the icy cool gel soothing your burned skin. Your eyes shut, sighing in pleasure, while Caleb bites down on his lip to prevent his own sigh, of how perfect your skin feels for him.
He wants to tear this slutty little outfit off of you. He doesn't want the random guy to see it, he doesn't want him touching you, he doesn't want anyone to touch you, but him. He wants a perfect world where it's the two of you, and no one else, tracing his finger across your collar bone, while your eyes flutter open now, looking at the darkened gaze.
"Feel better, Pip squeak?" He manages hoarsely, you shake your head nervously. "No, need more?"
"Please," you whisper, he takes a little more of it, stepping even closer, your back is against the bathroom sink, as he leans low, so big over you. "Hurts."
"I don't want you to hurt, ever," he touches that spot again, but then his hand slips lower, down your arm, leaving goosebumps in it's wake. "Why are you going out tonight? When I'm here?"
You swallow nervously, feeling his breath against your neck, his huge hand gripping your wrist. "Because I... have to have a life, Caleb, you can't just take me on a date you know. I... need things."
"You need things?" He presses a kiss right over that burn, his lips dry and cool, as his hand brushes the side of your breast, and you gasp at it. "I will give you everything you ever need."
"You can't give me everything, can you?" A thigh comes between yours now, and he whines softly in your ear as he feels your heat. "Can you, Caleb?"
"I'll give you anything-" Knock Knock Knock.
Caleb steps back, as you panic, and he sees how hard your nipples are, infuriated that this guy is going to get to look at you like that. You turn, brushing your hair now. "Is the burn okay hunny?"
"Yes, Gran, Caleb put aloe on it." You smile as you brush past him, seeing the tense look on his face and shoving it back.
You and Caleb can't be more than this, you can't let yourself even think it.
"I'll be down in a minute!" You wave down to the sweet boy from college who asked you out from on top of the stairwell, going to your room to put on a pair of high heels.
Caleb follows you, leaning on your doorway, so broad shouldered he takes over the fucking doorway. "Shouldn't I know about him, to keep you safe?"
"I'll be fine, you trained me well. And look." You pat the gun on your thigh, showing him far too much of those thighs he wants to grip onto. "I know how to use it if I gotta."
"That's my girl," he bends down, helping latch the little buckle on your heel, his breath right against your thigh, making you soaking fucking wet, as he looks up at you like that, making you think the worst things that you cannot think.
God if he inches his lips up a little higher...
He eyes the slick on your inner thigh glistening in the light, he doesn't say anything about it, god he'd never embarrass you, disrespect you, despite thinking of all the ways he'd love to take you. From the back with your ass arched up, mating press so you'd take all his cum, but mostly grip your hands, so small compared to his, and look right in your eyes as he fucks you slow. As he makes love to you.
He just kneels before you for a moment, swiping it off your thigh and hearing your intake of breath, he wants to taste it immediately, but he waits. It's too long of a moment, before standing up and holding one of your hands tightly. He's now the supportive Caleb, the sweet Caleb - But you want more.
"If you need anything, I'll be here, just call me, okay honey?" Honey, the way that rolls off his tongue almost does you in, as sweet as the substance itself. You somehow maintain that composure, when haven't you had to with him since you became a teenager?
You can do it, you can keep it normal, it's just a couple of weeks.
"It's a dinner date, relax." You smile, kissing his cheek, in the sweet and friendly way you always have, reminding yourself - You can't feel this way - you smile at your date, so sweet he's brought you flowers. You resign yourself to go have fun, to have a life - it can't just be waiting around for Caleb forever.
Surely, he's had a life, he's had women - just look at him, the thought alone makes you unreasonably jealous, you hate feeling that way, it's like him coming home brought it all up when you had done such a good job of tucking it away. You feign a giggle and a bright smile as you two walk out the doors, and down the front porch.
You feel it, some eyes on you, you look up to see the curtains close in your room now. Surely he just wants to make sure you're okay, as you step inside the car, the feeling making you just stare up at that window, wondering if he went through anything in his mind even close to you - and not seeing him eagerly sucking your arousal off his fingers.
Oml- okay so I know what anons talking about. It was a rage bait post. Gojo is NOT black in canon. It’s shown in the manga and anime + official arts (I mean literally look at his skin-) also I mean- Gojo has made a few racist comments in the manga so erm yeah
LMAO ok i’m gonna need the link to this post now because im curious 😭
ya it’s pretty obvi that gojo is not black but who knows i’ve seen people theorize that he’s albino 🤷♀️ n yeah i remember i think he made some comments about i think miguel in the manga…
Hi! I’m new to jjk and have a question! so I’m on TikTok right- all these people are saying Gojo is a black man in canon… but like- erm.. his skins white? I’m now so confused.. did I miss something?? Is Gojo black?
i’m actually dead 😭
ima be real with u anon i don’t think ive ever seen people say gojo is black but also i’m not on jjk tiktok atm so i may be missing something…
based on my knowledge of jjk gojo is not black? not that i know of at least, i also do not think the author has ever confirmed nor denied this lol
his race is never directly stated however i do think he is japanese bcz he is from a japanese jujutsu clan (the gojo clan) lmao
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favourite colour — blue, or black
currently reading — pride and prejudice by jane austen, the secret history by donna tartt
last song — before you go by lewis capaldi
currently watching — none
currently craving — something to chew on
coffee or tea — if asked a few weeks ago, I'd have said none, lately I'm shifting towards coffee
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favorite color . . . green
last song . . . Starring Role - MARINA
currently reading . . . The Silver Eyes
currently watching . . . Supernatural (again)
currently craving . . . strawberry sundae
coffee or tea . . . coffee !
favorite color 、 burgundy / maroon, dark reds, browns
last song 、 ill and getting worse / rosegarden funeral party ( from my gay yearning playlist )
currently reading 、 the handmaid's tale / margaret atwood & heartless / marissa meyer
currently watching 、 was abt to start watching hero x but i dont watch shows often
currently craving 、 something savoury and a little spicy ^^ im a little too anxious to be thinking of food rn though
coffee or tea 、 tea!
favourite colour - light blue / green
last song - 'the elevator' by lizzy mcalpine
currently reading - technically philosophy books / 'gallant' by v. e. schwab
currently watching - the last of us s2
currently craving - a kebab i made earlier in the week
coffee or tea - tea, i've never even tried coffee
content warnings: 18+ !!! MEAN!DOM caleb x reader, cockwarming (can’t you guys tell i lowkey hv a thing 4 it 😵💫), spanking, edging before overstimulation, penetrative sex, cumming inside.
author’s note for my bae @freaktoru, i hope is to your liking 🤞🏻🤞🏻 (req here) thank you to anyone who’s reading :3
word count: 2.1k
SLAP! “focus, pipsqueak.”
you squeal at caleb’s large hand coming down on your sore ass. he has already turned it a glowing shade of red from the number of strikes he’s given you to pull your mind out of a daze. 25? 30? you’ve honestly lost count by now. it hurts, but you know better than to protest or whine for what you want. honestly, it makes you feel so embarrassed with how this has been turning you on. but oh, caleb knows. of course he knows how needy you are. however, girlfriend or not, you asked him to help you with your grades so no special treatment for you. but he was going to make learning much more memorable for you because he knows you were someone who had trouble with retaining the knowledge you’ve learnt.
how was he going to help you, you may wonder? he just has you seated on his almost painfully thick cock that stretches you so good and absolutely fills you to the brim - it felt like he was up to your lungs that you with every breath you took. all you could pay attention to was his twitching cock inside of you. you did try to focus on what he was teaching you, but it was just too hard to think properly! :(
“tch. you better fucking focus, sweetheart. i’m not going to tell you again. you get one more mistake and so help me god, you won’t be cumming until you get your results back from this test. oh, and it better be over an eighty percent if you don’t want to be edged until the next test,” he spits out in frustration. you kick your legs in the air as a little signal of protest. however, they do near to nothing to caleb with how they’re are kept painfully spread open around his own thighs, restricting you from rubbing against him for any sort of friction. you couldn’t bear having to wait so excruciatingly long just for some stupid test.
“caleeeb,” you whine and before inhaling a shaky breath. “i—hch!— i can’t,” you whimper and squirm. he only sighs in exasperation at your words, pushing his glasses back up his nose. “too bad babe, either way you’re going to be seated here until i say otherwise, so sit still and focus.” he shakes his head disapprovingly.
your mind is dizzy. the feeling of his pulsing cock in you prodding at jabbing at your gummy insides with every shift he makes, it’s driving you crazy. you don’t even need to look to know how soaked you are all over his thighs. the loud squelching and the feeling of your wetness dripping between your legs was enough. you just want to cry out and sob, hell, even curl into a ball and beg but you know your boyfriend isn’t going to give into your little scheme this time. not after you failed your last physics exam.
you got a D. a freaking D. how did that even happen? when you told caleb, it had him nearly collapsing to the ground and his jaw wide in shock. he came out with an A+ on that test but you! his student he had tutored so hard still needed further improvement.
“what are the boundary conditions for the wave function in a finite potential well?” caleb whispers as he presses a sweet kiss behind your ear. god, if you only his sweet actions matched his filthy words. the way he still held you oh so gently contrasting the way he talked to you. so mean. “the wave function—sniff!—m-must be continuous, finite..” you pause. fuck, fuck, fuck. what was the last one? you turn to see caleb raising an eyebrow at you, anticipating your answer. “smooth?..” you whimper out.
he gives you a cold, mean smile. “seems like you do know what i’m talking about. thought my cock already turned your brain to mush. not a dumb little slut yet huh?” he teases you. despite his cruel words, you can feel the hand resting on your thigh soften, releasing it’s tight grip on you and now rubs soothing circles against you. you bite back a whimper, your teeth sinking into your already ruined and bruised lips.
seeing your trembling and whimpering state, caleb decides to be a little more merciful. “three more questions right and i’ll fuck you the way you want, baby.” he coos, a laugh rumbles in his chest, the vibrations travelling from his chest to your back pressed flushed against him. you nearly let out a cry of relief at his words but instead you just frantically nod, sniffing on your tears.
his hand comes up to grip your neck firmly. to ground you. “words, my princess. say ‘thank you, caleb’ or not i’m making it five questions instead.” his voice hardens, telling you there were no room for arguments if you didn’t speak up.
you freeze up, trepidation running up your spine at his ruthlessness. you scramble for a quick reply, “i-i’ll be—hiccup!—good caleb!” he squishes your cheeks, cutting off your panicked reply, “pwease—hgh!—i’ll dwo’it. i’ll be a gwood girl..twank you cwaleb!!” you struggle against his hand squeezing your face. drool practically seeps out at the side of your lips as you speak. honestly, pathetic.
caleb chuckes, low and fond, releasing his grip on your face before running his fingers soothingly along your trembling sides. “i know you’re my good girl honey. i’ll take care of you,” he coos, rubbing his face affectionately against yours, the frame of his glasses mushing against the side of your face.
“now, describe t’me the concept of quantum tunnelling. you can do it.” he encourages, if you knew any better, maybe any less delirious, you would’ve picked up the utter amusement laced in his voice. you gulp, “quantum tunnelling,” you pause when you feel his fingers move downwards to rub tight, mind numbing circles on your clit. “it u-uhm..it allows particles-ngh! caleb stop!”you whimper half way. he only huffs out a laugh, a wolfish grin curling at the ends of his lips, prompts you to continue despite the nimble movement of his fingers rubbing you oh so nicely.
“it allows—hah!—particles to pass through p-potential barriers higher than their total energy.” you cry out before falling limp on his chest.
“what about a real-world example of this, hm?” he asks now fully immersed in his train of thoughts, thinking of all the possible answers. you on the other hand? trying not to cry out at every question that practically forced you to used your dumbed out brain of yours.
“a-alpha decay!—mmh—in nuclear physics?”you pant out. this time your hands clench, tightening that your knuckles turn white. in all honestly, you bullshitted that.
“correct,” he hums. “such a smart girl f’me. last one kay? you’ve been so so good.” he praises you. it makes the arousal in your tummy grow even stronger, the flickering flame of heat already severely agitated from his pulsing cock inside you - it’s maddening.
“what is quantum enlargement?” he encourages again, his large muscular arms wrapping around you tightly, leaning down to press a slow, calculated peck on the temple of your head. “you can do it,” he murmurs softly.
you’re brain stutters again. failing to function properly as you would if he wasn’t teasing you this much otherwise. “a-a phenomenon…w-where two particles become—sniff!—linked so that the state of one instantly influences the state of the other, no matter h-how far apart—ngh!- they are?” you finish off your statement, not fully sure.
instantly, caleb lifts you off him before shoving you down onto the table infront, making you scramble to reach to hold onto anything. before you can prepare, you go cross-eyed when he pulls out to the hilt before slamming deep inside you, groaning as he finally can thrust inside of you. “ngh! what a good girl you are, baby. so good for me, hm? answering everything correctly”
“nggh-! caleb—my-ngah!—my tummy! my tummy! ish too fuullll!” you sob, your fingernails digging into the wooden desk. you feel his hands grab at your waist, to pull your hips flush against his to meet every harsh thrust - the feeling of him rearranging you from the inside. the squelching of the leaking arousal pouring out as you . suddenly he shoves himself to the hilt, burying himself in you before grinding down hard.
he reaches a hand to your face to pull your hair back, forcing you to look into the big mirror attached to one of caleb’s wall. what a lewd sight infront of you - tears running down your face, as you watch your stupidly hot boyfriend lean closer to your shaking body, his glasses all fogged up as he snickers cruel words into your ears. “such a slut for your nerdy boyfriend right? i know, i know baby. it just feels so so good to be fucked until you can’t think as a reward right?” you let out a wail, legs buckling against the table. “yeah, baby? yeah? it must be feel so good for you. it’s okay iii got’cha. let go now, just break f’me,” he reassures you.
he releases your hair and moves down to pull your frame against him, your legs fully giving out and caleb simply just holds your full bodyweight without problem the flexion of his bicep visible under the lighting as your eyes glance back to the mirror to admire your pretty boyfriend. such a meanie :(
he reaches his other hand to intertwine yours with his as he nears his orgasm. the loud pap! pap! pap! of his hips hitting yours growing louder as he thrusts harder and faster into your greedy cunt, your walls that are sucking him so so deep. “nghh—cum with me baby, please, please i need you to cum with me. aagh! feel your walls tremble against my cock,” he groans.
at his words, your vision instantly whitens as your jaw drops in a silent scream. your orgasm hitting you with immense pleasure and you feel him cumming inside you too; the large spurts of cum telling you all you needed to know -how incredibly turned on he was. you grip his hand tighter as you tremble from the violent pleasure you’ve succumbed to.
suddenly it becomes overstimulating. you let out a whimper of your own when you realise despite cumming already, he keeps going! despite the also overw sensitivity hitting him, he decides that he wasn’t going to stop until he pulls another out of you. “one more baby. one more f’me—hagh!-“ his voice cracks, the sweet, sweet whimpers falling from him. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply before sighing as his hips kept thrusting and thrusting.
your freehand reaches back in attempt to push him away, pressing at his flexed abs as he uses all his strength to fuck his cum back into you. “eek! c-caleb! your cuum!” you cry out. “stop! caleb please! i-it’s sloshing inside me,” you wail weakly, slightly panicked from how loud the lewd noise was, yet deep inside you, it turned you on. incredibly. “shh shh-nnh—i’m not stopping yet pip. that’s the point.“ he laughs. “my name isn’t the safeword, you know what to say if you truly want me to stop,” he mocks. he was utterly pussydrunk - drunk on you. the sound of your moans, the sound of your cunt, everything.
soon your walls convulse all over him again, pulling him in deeper and caleb feels as if he’s in heaven. his thrusts begin to stutter, his moans growing louder alongside with yours. then he releases his final orgasm, stuffing you fuller than before that his cum drips out and onto the floor with each brutal thrust. in your ear you hear his babbles of ‘i love yous’ falling from his lips non-stop.
the both of you were utterly fucked dumb because of caleb.
he pulls out slowly, making you whimper from the loss and he falls back into the chair. he heaves and pants, pulling you against him, before coaxing sweet nothings as you to curl up in his lap so he could hold you.
once you both come down, he grins mischievously, “soo, i better see that 4.0 GPA, pip. that’s the least you can do after how much i’ve practiced with you,” he pouts with faux sympathy.
if only you could answer him, you were too fucked out to even respond snarkily.
what an infuriatingly hot, stupid and above all MEAN boyfriend you had. yet you loved him so so much; with your whole being.
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