If this seems familiar to you, I posted this on my side blog ages ago before switching back to my main, it's also been on AO3 for a long time, enjoy!
Caleb looks down and watches your tight little cunt swallow him whole, mesmerized at how you’re practically sucking him in.
“Atta girl,” He murmurs encouragingly. “Look at you taking me so well.”
He can’t tear his eyes away - the way your pussy leaks, completely stretched out around the head of his cock. If his phone was nearby he’d be taking a fucking picture because he’s never seen something so god damn beautiful.
You’re whining beneath him, mumbling about how ‘it’s too big, it won’t fit’ or some other such horseshit Caleb knows isn’t true. He’ll fit. He’ll make it fit.
He lazily glides his thumb over your clit in an attempt to make this easier for you and your back arches, breasts pushed into the air as you inadvertently inch your cunt further down on to his cock.
“That’s it, just like that.” He says. “Ease it in.”
His gaze only flicks up for a brief moment to see your eyes squeezed shut and mouth hung open before being drawn back down between your legs. He watches how your clit twitches under his touch as he practically pets it, how your slick slowly seeps out around his length.
He should’ve worked you open a little more, took a little more time. But as much as he’d enjoyed the taste of you - lapping at you, sucking your perfect little clit into his mouth - the moment he felt you wrap around one of his fingers he couldn’t stand to wait a second longer. He had to, needed to, feel that warmth around his hard cock.
Caleb edges himself further in, cursing under his breath at how well you squeeze around him and he starts to wonder whether maybe you’re right and that it won’t actually fit because, shit, he’s only half way in and you’re both panting as though you’ve already been fucking for hours.
“Almost there, baby.” He coos, his thumb adding a little more pressure on to your clit. “It’s almost all the way inside, you can do it. You’re doing so well for me.”
He sucks in a breath at the way you clench down around him, his praise having an obvious effect and he huffs out a laugh.
“You like me telling you you’re doing a good job, baby?”
You whine again beneath him, eagerly nodding your head.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” He says earnestly. “And this perfect pussy is doing such a good job taking my big cock. I know it’s a stretch but you’re doing so, so well.”
Caleb pushes himself even deeper until he’s fully sheathed inside you, his pelvis snuggly pressed against yours, nestled between your thighs. And the moan you let out, fuck, he swears he will never hear a better sound than that.
“Such a good girl for me.” He leans down and kisses you gently, mumbling against your lips. “Now let’s make this sweet cunt take the shape of my cock, hm?”
୨୧ — Caleb's palm cups your cheek, thumb brushing a tear from your cheek, smearing salt and sweat. "Pipsqueak, I…" he murmurs, guilt flickering across his features as he takes in your wrecked state- cum smeared thighs, your puffy, fucked out hole still weeping his seed onto the already wrecked sheets... body absolutely limp. "Shit. I went too far."
You try to reassure him, to push a weak 's'okay', but all that comes out is a garbled, wet mumble, your throat still raw from screaming and stuffed full of his cock earlier.
His knuckles brush a damp strand of hair from your temple, the touch startlingly soft after the bruising grip he'd used hours earlier. "Don't move a muscle," he orders before pressing a feather light kiss to your sweaty forehead, "not one."
He vanishes into the bathroom- click of the light, hiss of running water before returning with a warm washcloth.
The first swipe across your collarbone is heaven as he works with focused gentleness that steals your breath- wiping the mascara that threatens to stain your cheeks, the pearly streaks from your belly the, and the slick mess from your inner thighs. His thumb grazes your swollen folds, making you jolt. "Shhh. Hold still," he says softly, dabbing with infinite care at your tender, reddened flesh, "i've got you."
As he tends to you, his gaze fall on something in the corner of the bed. A small smile tugs at his lips as he reaches for the worn plush frog piloting a plane- a silly gift he gave you months ago that has somehow become a fixture in your shared space.
"Look who's here," he says, voice warm and playful as he makes the stuffed frog bob and weaves in front of your nose. "Mr. Frog was worried about you."
Despite your exhaustion, a smile breaks across your face. Caleb presses the little green pilot against your cheek in a playful "kiss", the childish gesture so at odds with the man who just fucked you senseless that you can't help but giggle. "Caaaleb," you finally manage, swatting at him weakly, "I'm okay." You nuzzle at Mr. Frog affectionately before looking up at Caleb, "We're both okay." and you feel how his arms lock tighter around you- not restraining, just anchoring.
His shoulders seem to release tension he didn't even know he was carrying as he gives you a gentle smile… his palm spreading protectively over where his daughter grows within you. "Both," he repeats softly, wonder and relief painting his voice as his thumb continues its gentle circles on your belly.
He stretches out beside you, gathering your tired body against his chest, his lips brushing your forehead as he pulls the blankets over you both. "My girls." he whispers with quiet happiness, and you feel his chin rest gently atop your head as he tucks the covers around your shoulders.
caleb is absolutely hammering into you, his pace heavy and completely relentless. his broad chest is slick with sweat, grinding against yours with every single hard thrust. he’s buried so fucking deep inside you that your head is spinning, the bed frame groaning loudly as his thick cock stretches you open, bullying its way past your wet folds. you’re pinned flat on your back, fingers scratching harsh red lines down his back.
“caleb–fuck, slow d-down for a second,” you gasp out, voice breaking from the feeling of him absolutely wrecking you.
he lets out a breathless little laugh, his purpole eyes staring into your hazy ones. “can’t do that,” he murmurs, voice full of warm, lazy affection. “you’re the one who got me this worked up.”
it was true. caleb had returned from a two week long mission and god could you not keep your hands off of him.
suddenly, his large warm hand slides up your chest and wraps firmly around the front of your throat. caleb squeezes.
the firm, heavy pressure instantly cuts off your air and the steady restriction sends a violent jolt up your core. your eyes fly wide, pupils dilating as a desperate, needy whine gets trapped in your throat. it’s exactly what you like– the feeling of him being in control making your soaked cunt twitch and clench around his cock.
your hands grip his wrist, not to pull him off, but to press it down harder against your neck, begging for that pressure.
caleb leans down, his face inches from yours. his usually bright eyes are dark and heavy but his expression softens into a fond smile when he sees how much you love it.
“you’re my absolute weakness, you know that?” he murmurs, voice raspy snd breathless before he leans down to press a deep and sweet kiss to your lips.
he dosen’t slow down at all. he drives his cock even deeper, bottoming out completely inside your twitching cunt. then, he takes his hand and presses his palm against your lower stomach.
right there, his palm sinks against your skin. he can feel the distinct bulge of himself stretching you out from inside. your hips give a suddenly and involuntary jerk at the feeling. a tear of pure pleasure slips down your cheek, choked cry trapped by his grip on your neck.
caleb lets out a sharp groan at the feeling, his smile turning into a breathless grin. he presses down hard with his palm, while his hips slam forward again and again.
“look at you,” caleb pants, his breath hot against your face as he uses his thumb to wipe a tear away. he holds you perfectly steady while he watches your expression blow out. “you’re taking every fucking inch of me. so beautiful like this.”
“mmh—caaaleb...just....harder,” you choke out, your chest heaving as you look up at him, completely drunk on the lack of air and sheer size of him tearing you apart. he keeps pounding into you, tip battering against your cervix.
soon, your vision blurs and your back completely arches off the mattress. the coil in your stomach snaps and it has you gripping him like a vice. caleb kisses you through the peak of it, holding you securely until you slowly start to come down.
afterward, the room is completely quiet except for your heavy breathing. caleb collapses right next to you, completely spent and pulls you against his side. he lets out a long, satisfied sigh, pressing numerous kisses to the crown of your head. “i love you,” he whispers.
you smile and snuggle into him. yes, you love him too.
he’s incredibly hands-on and sweet after. caleb will pull you close under the blankets, kiss away the sweat from your neck and chest, and literally lick any leftover mess off your thighs (which usually makes you twitch all over again). once you’ve caught your breath, he’ll carry you to the shower, holding you up under the warm water while washing you down, though he definitely can’t resist giving your cheeks a playful squeeze while he’s at it.
b — body part
what he loves on you: your waist and hips. his hands are huge, and he loves locking them right there to guide your rhythm or drag you completely flush against his lap.
what you love on him: his back and shoulders. flying and working out gave him this incredibly broad, muscular frame. it’s the ultimate handhold for you to dig your nails into when he starts going a bit too fast.
c — cum
he’s not super picky about where he finishes, but he’s definitely a fan of leaving his mark. coming on your stomach or thighs hits that low-key primal, possessive button for him. that said, if you tell him he can come inside, he completely loses his mind.
d — dirty talk
caleb has that deep, smooth voice that gets crazy raspy when he’s turned on. he’s not super loud, but he’ll lean right into your ear and whisper things like:
"sweetheart, you're so wet... can you feel how deep i am inside you?"
"squeeze me tighter, girl, show me how much you like it."
e — experience
the man knows exactly what he's doing. he treats your body like a cockpit he’s mastered —he knows every single button, just how much pressure to apply, and exactly what angle will make you arch your back and lose your mind.
f — frequency
when he’s back from a long deployment, he is absolutely insatiable. one round is never enough. for the first few days, sex is a long, heavy, frequent thing. he basically needs to physically ground himself by leaving his scent all over you.
g — g-spot
he hits it every single time. caleb loves throwing your legs over his shoulders to get a better angle, and then he’ll just smoothly, heavily drive right into that spot until you can barely find your voice to scream.
h — hair
he honestly couldn’t care less about what your grooming situation looks like down there — he just wants you to feel comfortable and happy. but he is a total sucker for the hair on your head. caleb loves to run his fingers through it during intimacy, gently wrapping the strands around his fist to tilt her up for kisses, or simply burying his face in it, inhaling the scent of her shampoo mixed with the heat of their bodies.
i — intrusion
as a pilot, he is used to high-stress situations, so a bit of risk excites him. having sex in the backseat of a car or in a semi-public place where they could theoretically get caught gives him a massive rush of adrenaline. however, he would never actually let anyone see u.
j — jealousy
he is highly possessive, though he hides it skillfully behind a relaxed smirk. if someone has been openly staring at u during the day, caleb will display it in the bedroom that night: his grip will be tighter, his thrusts deeper, and his reminders of exactly who u belong to will be much harsher.
k — kink
edging and light spanking. he loves bringing you right to the edge, watching your muscles twitch and clamp down around him as you’re about to blow, and then just... stopping. he’ll make you whine and beg for it before he lets you come, usually giving your butt a few firm slaps to keep you behaved.
l — location
the kitchen island (where he can just lift you up, spread your knees, and slide all the way in) or right in front of the bathroom mirror so you both have to watch how messy it looks when he takes you from behind.
m — motivation
your absolute vulnerability. seeing a tough, independent hunter completely unravel in his arms, whimpering and letting him take total control of your body, is his biggest turn-on.
n — no (turn-offs)
absolutely no cruelty or real pain. bruises from his fingers on ur thighs, lingerie torn in a fit of passion, or love bites on ur neck are the absolute limit of his "aggression". u must always feel cherished and desired, never hurt.
o — oral
he treats going down on you like a full-time hobby. he takes his time, eats you out thoroughly, and uses his fingers to stretch you open so he can watch your face. when it’s your turn, he likes gently but firmly holding your hair and guiding your head down his length while groaning under his breath.
p — pace
he’s a master at shifting gears. he’ll start with these slow, agonizingly deep friction slides that make you squirm against him, and then, the second you start begging, he’ll switch to a fast, heavy, punishing rhythm.
q — quickie
oh, absolutely. especially right before he has to head out for a flight or the exact second he walks through the door. a messy, breathless session against the wall where you don’t even take your clothes all the way off is his specialty.
r — roughness
on a scale of 1 to 10, he’s a solid 7. he’s got a dominant streak, so expect some hair-pulling to guide your face, bites on your collarbones, and leaving red handprints on your thighs.
s — stamina
thanks to a pilot's incredible physical conditioning, his stamina is astounding. he can easily go for multiple rounds, and even during the first round, he is fully capable of pacing himself for as long as u need him to
t — toy
he has nothing against them, but he vastly prefers the raw connection of skin-on-skin. if he does bring something into the bedroom, it’s usually a compact bullet vibrator that he will hold against ur clit while pumping into u from behind.
u — unfair
he is notoriously unfair with his smirks. caleb loves to deliberately press his clothed crotch against u through his jeans or whisper incredibly filthy things directly into ur ear when u are out in public, knowing damn well u can't do anything about it right then and there
v — volume
he is a heavy groaner. he tries to pace himself, but when he hits the perfect spot or when u tightly clamp down around him, he lets out deep, chest-vibrating grunts and quietly curses under his breath
w — wildcard
he absolutely adores doggy-style. he loves gripping u firmly by the waist, looking down to watch his length repeatedly disappear inside ur wet, flushed heat, and slapping ur thighs for the raw sound and extra stimulation
x — x-ray
above average. ge is thick and heavy, which means the initial stretch can feel quite intense for u. because of this, caleb always takes a lot of time with foreplay to ensure u can take him with maximum comfort and pleasure.
y — yearning
during deployments, he becomes incredibly romantic but with a heavy, sensual undertone. caleb will call u late at night, his voice deep and raspy as he describes in vivid detail exactly what he is going to do to u the minute he gets back, leaving u burning with desire from thousands of miles away
z — zzz
the moment aftercare is finished and u are securely tucked against his chest — with ur head resting right over his heart — caleb drops off to sleep almost instantly, locking his strong arms around u like a protective human shield
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