synopsis. caleb has some reaaally nice hands and reaaally long fingers
cw. fingering ˖ a bit of pussy spanking ˖ he grabs your throat but not tight ˖ not proofread
hands were your weakness. something about them had you hooked on, captivated, and utterly mesmerized. you come to the conclusion that it’s because of him. no matter what happens, he’s always standing, waiting for you with his arms extended out, hands sticking out at the end just for you; wanting to grab you, feel you, and touch you. you’d like to think you know his hands quite intimately, especially after all the time you had been together.
his hands were larger than yours, much larger, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. the way they were able to encompass your smaller hand, leaving it to be held in a warmth radiating from his skin. his hands always made you feel safe, they were your solace.
his hands were there for you in your sorrows. they would gently flatten against your back, running in smooth motions to calm you down. they would caress your face, stroking your cheek as he used them to remove any lingering tears. they would pick you up to hold you securely within his arms as you let out your tears.
but, his hands were there also there for you in your pleasure. they would slowly rake up your thighs, arms, neck, and various other places to bring you to peak euphoria. his hands start off with sensual touches, a brush of your lip here and a stroke of your thigh there before touching you where you’d need it most.
and so, it's no surprise when caleb has you seated in his lap, legs spread apart. one hand gently caresses your chest. kneading your breast in his hand with the occasional pinches to your nipple. while his other hand works deftly against your oozing cunt.
his two middle fingers rub against your clit, fast circles that have you twitching in his grasp. he coos into your ear, sending notes of praise into your ear. his fingers dance towards your entrance, teasing you with fluttering touches and heavy rubs. it's blissfully agonizing, feeling him like this, touching so close to where you need him most.
you buck your hips against his hand, desperate for more. To your dismay, he removes his hand. you watch as his hand lifts up into the air, only to make its way back down to spank your pussy. you jolt forward, crying out with a yelp while your cunt squeezes down on nothing.
"caleb. . ." you pout while looking back at him, "don't be meaaaan." you say while dragging out the word.
he lets out a chuckle, it tickles your ear. "m'not being mean pips." he says while spanking your pussy again. "i'm takin' care of you."
and then his fingers plunge into your sopping hole. expertly maneuvering his fingers to suit your needs. they thrust in and out of you, occasionally curling upwards to hit that one spot that makes you almost drop limp in his arms.
the hand that was toying with your breast moves up, up, up, towards your neck. a firm hand grasps onto your throat, not tight enough to cut off air. his hand is your own personal collar. he angles your head upwards to give you kisses. chaste at first, but becoming all the more consuming with every consecutive kiss. soon enough, it feels like he's devouring you.
his fingers continue to delve deep inside you, and you feel your legs begin to shake. it's so close, building up and up.
"c'mon. . . let go for me." he says between kisses.
his thumb circles your clit as his fingers move in and out. within seconds, your head falls back against his shoulder, mouth crying out sounds of pleasure while your orgasm hits. his fingers slow down but don't stop, to milk it out and help you ride through it.
after you catch your breath, you look up at him again, wondering if other parts of his body are as skilled as his hands . . .
you sit up and push him back to lay down. . . it's time for you to find out yourself !
tags: smut (18+ only!), dark content!!, lightly proofread, yandere behaviour, GEGELEB!!, gege and meimei calling, pseudoc*st, exhibitionism?, stalking, camera watching, caleb is being a creep but u lowk prob like it, big brother jerks off to u, m masturbation, f masturbation, on the work computer :((
wc: 1.5k
“Dismissed.” Caleb’s voice echoed through his office, his cold eyes trained on Gideon as he left, the door closing with a deafening snap behind him. As soon as the latch clicked, the fleet’s general leaned back against his chair, one hand coming up to rub at his eyes as he let out a small sigh. Violet eyes scanned the multiple screens in front of him, army language encoding messages he couldn’t care enough to try and read. A small ding resounded through the room as a red notification popped up in the corner of Caleb’s third monitor.
His trained gaze shot to it immediately, lighting up once they read the contents of the message. Movement detected: CAM103. Caleb sat up, immediately clicking onto the server and opening the vast array of camera feeds, all showing different areas in your apartment. His evol shot out, clicking the lock on his door shut. There you were, on camera #103, which was one of the many pointed at your entrance. You let out a small huff as you pulled at your boots, your exhausted muscles struggling to yank the shoes off fast enough. Caleb’s lips turned up in a small smile, his heart fluttering at your adorable antics. Poor pipsqueak, all tired out from her job at the Hunter’s Association.
Fortunately, you didn’t need to struggle at that useless job for too much longer. Caleb was working hard behind the scenes to bring you together, in a way that would ensure you never had to work again. He would make sure that all you had to do for the rest of your life was live in the lap of luxury. You passed under the camera, and your childhood friend turned his attention to a few other angles, tracking you as you walked through the hallway and into your bedroom. His breath hitched in anticipation as you sat on the edge of your bed, tugging your socks down and off your feet slowly.
Caleb’s pants began to feel tight in the crotch. You shifted, hooking your fingers in the waistband of your shorts as you shimmied them off, following them with your pink panties. He had to bite his lip to suppress a groan, reaching down to palm himself through his slacks as he watched you undress. Then, you pulled your shirt over your head, before slipping your bra off, your tits popping out in a way that made Caleb’s mouth go dry. He closed his eyes for a moment, imagining cupping them and kneading them in his palms, twisting and pulling at your nipples as he did so.
He swore he could hear the breathy moans you would let out as he dropped his mouth to them, licking and sucking at your sensitive nipples until your eyes went glassy and you couldn’t stop squirming in his touch. Caleb blinked his eyes back open, glancing down at the dark spot beginning to form on the front of his crotch. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he looked back to the cameras, seeing you had headed into the bathroom and were about to enter into the shower.
The steam engulfed your figure as you stepped in, wrapping around your curves and angles like a sheer cloak. When you felt the hot water hit your sore muscles, you couldn’t hold back a small whimper, relief finding you through the pain. Caleb’s dick jumped at the sound, and he wondered if you would make a similar noise when he pushed inside. You lathered up your wash cloth, beginning to scrub suds all over your body. The general couldn’t resist any longer, shoving his pants down far enough to free his aching member. HIs large, warm hand wrapped around himself, beginning to pump in time with your scrubbing.
His favorite camera, number 261, was positioned just above your shower, pointed down at you, so when you turned around and tilted your head up to rinse your back or your hair, it was like you were looking right at him. As if on cue, you did so, and his eyes travelled down the soapy expanse of your body, stopping at your bubbly chest.
“Fuck…” He cussed, already feeling close. He didn’t want to finish so early, when he was sure you had more in store for him. Such a naughty pipsqueak, acting like his own personal camgirl. It made him harder to think of how provocative you were, even without realizing. The way you massaged the soap onto your chest and ass made him drool. The small sounds you made as the warm water washed away the aches you felt made him want to leap through the screen. Caleb frowned as you turned around, reaching forward to switch the shower off.
You stepped out and wrapped yourself in a towel before grabbing your phone and heading back to your bedroom. Once there, you sat on the bed, letting the fabric fall off of you onto the floor. Caleb continued jerking himself off, enjoying the sight of your fully naked body. You were so beautiful. Always had been. And after all this time, you still had no idea how strong your gege was to keep holding himself back from claiming you as his. No, he much rather preferred waiting for you to come to him.
You laid back on your bed and spread your legs, your nimble fingers finding their way between your folds. Caleb’s mouth dropped open in shock as his eyes widened at the display. God, what had he done to deserve this? His hand began moving faster, eyebrows knitting together in focus at the way you began to touch yourself. You circled your clit lazily, before dipping a finger into your honeyed hole, slick coating it when you pulled away.
“Gege…” The whisper was so quiet he almost missed it. You let out a few whimpers, your eyes closing as you began to fantasize about Caleb. How he would touch you if he was here. His huge hands twisting and molding you as you lost yourself to pleasure. “Mmm… gege!” It was louder this time, and there was no mistaking it. Caleb’s heart jumped to his throat. His little meimei, the perfect, sweet, slutty angel she is, was fantasizing about her big brother as she touched herself. He almost came on the spot. He pulled his shaking hand away from his cock as he watched you, enthralled in the display.
His entire body was shaking like he had been shocked by lightning. He wanted to ruin you. He wanted to tear away every single part of you that held back this want, this need, this desire for your gege and replace it with something that made you understand that you had always belonged to him. There was no need to be embarrassed. This was completely natural and exactly as it should be. A wicked grin graced his lips as he decided to tease you a bit.
The sound of Caleb’s calling startled you so much you nearly fell off your bed. You scrambled to grab your phone, breathless as you answered it. “Gege?” He had to suppress a groan at your breathless, panicked voice. You were so cute. It made him want to steal you away. He wrapped his hand back around his length, beginning to pump himself in time with your worried pants.
“Hi, meimei. Whatcha up to?” The colonel was a prodigy at keeping his voice and tone level, even though he was already on the edge of finishing. You glanced around nervously, almost like you knew he was watching. “Um… Nothing. I just got home from work.” Your attempt at lying was admirable, but obvious nonetheless. “Aw, I’m sure you were doing something.” The implication of his words made you gulp. Did he know? “Were you doing something naughty, meimei?” You whimpered at his words, and Caleb’s eyes swallowed up the way you began to rub your thighs together, core heating further as he teased you.
“No gege I promise I wasn’t!” You whined, biting your lip as you could no longer resist your need for friction, and snuck your free hand between your legs to begin toying with yourself again. Having him on the phone, so close you could hear his breathing, was making you more bothered than usual. “You behave so well for your gege, aren’t you? Just such a good girl.” A moan tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop it, your orgasm already fast approaching. Caleb’s hips twitched at the pitiful sound you let out, and he thrust messily into his fist, the movement stuttering as he came. The cream shot out and coated his hand, desk, and the screen he had zoomed into you.
“Cum for your big brother.” Lost in pleasure, you couldn’t separate your desire from reality and didn’t even realize that Caleb actually spoke. Your release snapped, and you gasped, letting out little squeaks and whimpers as you rode out your high. You bucked against your fingers, pulling them away as your legs continued to tremble.
“You’re so perfect, meimei.”
WAHHH hope you guys like this! its a bit darker than i usually do but a lot of people seem to love gege caleb so i wanted to give it a try :)) -kitty
summary: you pass out during sex and caleb helps you feel better when you wake up. he won’t rock your world anymore afterwards, scared he hurt you (he didn’t)
content: p in v, description of passing out, calebs kinda blaming himself
wc: 1,134
a/n: i passed out recently if you can’t tell, this is very self indulgent. it was NOT while i was getting crazy cracked though (i wish💔) repost from oct 22, 2025!
dick so good it puts you to sleep.. kind of?
your cheek was smushed against a pillow and you were drooling and whining into it as caleb rammed into you from behind, his hands holding your hips in a tight grip.
you were still in the process of getting over the flu, your body still slightly weak, but you hadn’t been able to stop yourself from jumping calebs bones after he came home all sweaty from a workout.
you moaned into the pillow, your stomach fluttering as he increased his pace. caleb held your hand behind your back gently, the simple action making the experience a million times more intimate for both of you.
“fuckk, pips, so pretty.” he moaned out, hand kneading the skin of your hip as he pressed into you harder.
you whined in response, words escaping you as your lower stomach tightened in the same familiar way that it did every time you two were together like this.
what wasn’t familiar though was the sudden fuzziness in your vision and the ringing in your ears that drowned out calebs mumbled praises.
you tried to push up onto your hands and knees with your one available hand in hopes that that might clear your head, but found yourself too weak to do so.
“‘leb-” caleb heard you mumble, thinking you were just moaning his name like usual. he hummed and thrust into you harder, his hips hitting your ass and making a slapping noise echo through the room.
“yeah baby? feels good?” his thumb softly rubbed the back of your hand.
you huffed out a breath and tried to lift your head, but it stayed firmly planted on the pillow like it was weighed down with bricks.
caleb was rambling about how he was about to cum in your sweet pussy when your hand relaxed in his and your torso was slipping down towards the bed, which was unusual. he knew you well. too well, you might argue. he knew normally when you were close you gripped his hand and tensed up, you never let go of his hand and relaxed your body.
he frowned and tapped your hip gently. “pips?”
with no response he pulled out of you gently and let go of your hand and hip. with nothing holding you up now, you flopped forward against the bed.
calebs heart rate spiked when he saw you laying limp on the bed, his mind sharpening as he looked you over. he flipped you over onto your back, rubbing your cheek gently in an attempt to get you to wake up.
as he stroked your soft skin, he noticed that you were visibly paler than normal. “hey- hey, baby. shit did you pass out? what did i do-”
with no reaponse from you, he gently pulled your hair away from your face and neck, seeing sweat starting to form on the nape of your neck and your hairline. he looked at the clock on the wall and devided that if you weren’t awake in the next minute he would call an ambulance.
when you started to come back to, your head was spinning something fierce. it took you a long moment to orient yourself in the room, lifting your arm up to rub your eyes, the limb heavier than you’d ever felt it.
“ughh.” you groan and look to your side where caleb looks down at you nervously. “cay?”
“hi pretty. you passed out, do you feel alright?” he asks slowly, enunciating the words just in case your brain is still muddled from being unconscious.
you swallow, your throat dry and scratchy. “need wat-”
before you can finish the sentence, caleb is helping you sit up slowly, supporting your back and holding a glass of cold water to your lips. “drink slowly so you don’t choke.”
you drink half the glass of water, ending up with water dribbling from your mouth. caleb wipes the water from your chin after setting the glass down. “feelin’ alright now?”
he gently fluffs the pillows behind you before leaning you back against them carefully.
you nod and lean your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your nose against his warm neck and causing goosebumps to rise in your wake. “mhm. i’m sorr-”
“huh, weird, i must’ve gotten something stuck in my ear- i knooow i’m not hearing my beautiful, sweet, perfect wife apologizing for passing out.” caleb interrupts, peppering kisses against the top of your head.
“no apologizin’ for that, yeah? i’m wayyy more worried about you being okay than us finishing what we started.”
you sigh in relief, melting into him, appreciative of how understanding he was. your skin was starting to lose the prickling sensation and your vision and hearing were returning to normal.
after a few minutes of quiet cuddling filled with caleb softly running his fingers up and down your arm and you leaving soft kisses on his neck in thanks, you spea. “i’m okay, really. i think the position got to me, blood going to my head, y’know? plus im still getting over being sick, soo that probably didn’t help.”
he nodded and looked down at you, hair falling in his eyes slightly. “let’s set up a safeword. ooorr a secret-sex-stopping handshake just in case this becomes a habit.” he jokes before his voice takes on a serious tone that you rarely get to hear. “i can’t handle thinking i hurt you again.”
the two of you pondered about safewords and handshakes for a bit, giggling at the ridiculous suggestions made on both sides. in the middle of caleb listing off types of aircrafts you could use for a safeword, he looks down at you only to find you asleep.
caleb held you through the night, continually checking on you to make sure you were alright. despite your reassurances that you were fine, he was still worried about your sudden fainting. he kept a thumb on the pulse point of your neck, holding his breath to count your heartbeats to make sure your heart wasn’t racing.
for weeks caleb was unnecessarily cautious in bed, always quadruple checking that you knew the safe word, the sex-stopping handshake- because you would definitely use that- and he made sure you knew to tell him if anything was off.
anytime you shifted a bit during sex or you made a sound that indicated more pain than pleasure, he would immediately stop and badger you with questions- “are you okay?” “want me to stop?” “need a break?”.
after he stopped sex three times in one round to check on you, you finally snapped at him. “caleb xia if you don’t stop treating me like i’m made of glass i swear i will banish you to the couch and make you listen to me fuck my dildo all night.”
…yeah, that fixed your sex life real quick.
a/n pt2: lets pls just ignore that you normally pass out bc of blood going away from your head quickly, not the opposite (what happened in this….)😟um. i have no excuse for doing it backwards, i forgot !! so, ermmm oopsies?
Thank you tumblr and ao3!!! I'm so very much well fed 😻😻😋😋😋😋🫶🫶🫶🙏🏻🙏🏻🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐 it's like I've stumbled across a heaven of some sort with unlimited good food to choose from, that I'm having hard time picking (literally my stake is too juicy, my lobster is so buttery typa shi🫶🤤)
♡ summary: the alarm goes off at 6:47 a.m. satoru decides that’s everyone else’s problem.
♡ warnings: 18+ mdni • explicit sexual content • established relationship • oral (f!receiving) • multiple orgasms • piv sex • praise • possessive language • dirty talk • creampie • overstimulation • fluff • smut
♡ author’s note: apparently i wasn’t done writing clingy boyfriend gojo 😭 this technically takes place the morning after comfortable, but it can absolutely be read on its own. i hope y’all enjoy ♡
banner by @pixopix art by @naomiiocha
The alarm goes off at 6:47 AM.
You groan, reaching blindly toward the nightstand, but before your fingers even get close, Satoru's arm locks around your waist like a vice.
"No," he mumbles into your neck.
"Satoru—"
"Nope. Not happening."
You try to wiggle free. His grip tightens, and suddenly you're being pulled back against his chest, his other arm coming up to trap you completely.
"I have to go to work—"
"Call in sick."
"I can't just—"
"Yes, you can." He's kissing your shoulder now, your neck, the spot behind your ear that makes you shiver. "Tell them you've got a fever. Tell them you're dying. Tell them Satoru Gojo is holding you hostage and won't let you leave."
"That last one is accurate."
"See? Honesty is important."
You laugh despite yourself, and he takes advantage of your momentary distraction to roll you onto your back, settling his weight on top of you. His hair is a disaster, sticking up in about fifteen different directions, and there are pillow creases on his cheek.
He looks perfect.
"Satoru, seriously—"
"Seriously," he interrupts, kissing your collarbone, "you should call in sick."
"And what about you? Don't you have to teach?"
He lifts his head, and the grin he gives you is absolutely insufferable.
"Baby," he says, "I'm Satoru Gojo."
"…So?"
"So I don't have to do anything I don't want to do."
You stare at him. "That's not how jobs work."
"It's how my job works."
"You're the worst."
"And yet." He kisses your jaw. "You love me anyway."
"Debatable right now."
"Liar." He's moving lower, kissing down your throat, your chest. "You're obsessed with me. Admit it."
"I'm not admitting anything until you let me turn off that alarm."
"Fine." He reaches over without looking, fumbling for your phone, and somehow manages to silence it. "There. Problem solved. Now stay in bed with me."
"Satoru—"
"Please?" He's looking up at you now, and his eyes are doing that thing—that stupid, unfair thing where they go all soft and earnest. "I just wanna spend the morning with you. Is that so bad?"
You sigh. "You're impossible."
"Is that a yes?"
"…I'll text my boss."
"Yes." He pumps his fist in victory, and you can't help but laugh.
"You're such a child."
"Your child," he corrects. "Besides, I already texted Yaga that I'm not coming in."
"You what?"
"Told him I had a personal emergency." He's grinning now, completely shameless. "Very serious. Life-threatening, even."
"Satoru—"
"What? It's true. If I don't spend the morning worshipping my girlfriend, I might actually die. Medical fact."
"That's not a medical fact."
"It is now." He's kissing your neck again, and his hands are sliding up your sides. "Besides, those first-years can handle basic curse theory without me for one day. And if they can't, I'll just teleport one of them into the Pacific Ocean next week. Builds character."
You snort. "You're not going to teleport a student into the ocean."
"You're right. Too much paperwork." He grins against your skin. "I'll just make them run laps until they puke. Much simpler."
"You're terrible." You swat at his shoulder, but you're laughing.
"And you love me." His hands are still on your waist, thumbs stroking your sides through your shirt. "Now text your boss so I can have you all to myself."
You grab your phone, squinting at the screen. "What am I even supposed to say?"
"Tell them you're sick."
"I'm not sick."
"You're lovesick. Counts."
You snort. "That's the worst thing you've ever said."
"Objectively untrue. Remember when I told Megumi that—"
"I'm texting." You type out a quick message about not feeling well, and the second you hit send, you try to roll away to put your phone back on the nightstand.
Satoru's arms lock around you immediately.
"Nope."
"I'm just putting my phone down—"
"Don't care. You're staying right here." He pulls you back against his chest, burying his face in your neck. "Mine now."
"Satoru—"
"Shh. Cuddling."
You laugh despite yourself, settling back against him. His arms are wrapped around you completely, one hand splayed across your stomach, the other coming up to play with your hair.
"You're being clingy."
"Mm-hmm." He's not even denying it. His fingers are running through your hair slowly, and you can feel him breathing against your neck. "Problem?"
"No," you admit. "Just… pointing it out."
"Good." He kisses your shoulder. "Because I'm not letting go."
You just lie there together for a little while. His hand keeps moving through your hair, occasionally trailing down to trace your jaw, your collarbone. It's comfortable. Warm. You're already half asleep again when he moves slightly behind you.
"Baby?"
"Mm?"
"Can you roll over? Wanna see your face."
You turn in his arms, and immediately his hand comes up to cup your cheek. His thumb strokes your cheekbone, and he's looking at you with that soft expression that makes your heart do stupid things.
"Hi, baby.” he says.
"Hi weirdo.”
"You're so pretty in the morning."
"I haven't even washed my face."
"Don't care." He leans in, kissing you softly. "Still pretty."
You kiss him back, slow and lazy, and his hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck, holding you close. It's not urgent, it’s just sweet and affectionate. His other hand is on your hip, his thumb rubbing small circles through your shirt.
When he pulls back, he's smiling. "Love you."
"Love you too."
"Say it again."
"I love you, you absolute menace."
He grins. "Perfect." Then he's kissing you again, a little deeper this time, and you feel his hand slide up your side.
"Satoru—"
"What?" He's kissing your jaw now, your neck. "I'm just kissing you."
"Your hand is—"
"Also just existing." But his thumb is brushing the underside of your breast now, and you can feel him smiling against your neck.
"You're ridiculous."
"You love it."
"Debatable."
He pulls back to look at you, and there's something almost vulnerable in his expression. "Stay in bed with me? Please?"
"We already texted work—"
"I know, but—" He's playing with the hem of your shirt now, fingers slipping just barely underneath to touch your skin. "I just… I really want you right now. Like, really want you."
"I can tell."
"Can you?" He presses his hips forward slightly, and yeah. You can definitely tell. "Because I'm trying to be patient, but you're making it very difficult."
"I'm not doing anything."
"You're existing. That's enough." He's kissing your collarbone now, and his hand slides higher under your shirt. "You're so soft. How are you so soft?"
"Satoru—"
"And you smell good. Why do you smell so good?" He's practically whining now. "It's not fair."
You can't help but laugh. "Are you seriously complaining about me smelling good?"
"Yes. It's distracting." He bites down gently on your shoulder. "Everything about you is distracting. It's a problem."
"Sounds like a you problem."
"It is a me problem." He lifts his head to look at you, and his hair is even more disheveled than before. "I'm obsessed with you. It's embarrassing."
"Is it?"
"Little bit, yeah." He grins, his thumb brushing your side. "Do you have any idea how ridiculous this is?"
"What?"
"You bring the Satoru Gojo down to his knees."
You blink up at him. “…That's an incredibly narcissistic way to phrase that."
"It is." He nods solemnly. "Also true. Very impressive feat."
You're laughing now, and he takes the opportunity to kiss you again, his hand sliding higher. "But I'm okay with it."
You're about to respond when he kisses you again and it’s deeper this time, and more insistent. His hand finally reaches your breast, cupping it through your shirt, and you gasp into his mouth.
"Fuck," he breathes. "Can I—can I take this off?"
"My shirt?"
"Yeah." He's already tugging at it. "Please?"
"You're so needy."
"I know." He's not even ashamed. "I'm very needy. For you. Always."
You lift your arms, and he pulls your shirt off slowly, his eyes tracking every inch of your newly revealed skin. When he finally gets it over your head, he just stares.
"What?"
"Nothing. Just—" He shakes his head. "You're so fucking beautiful."
"You've said that."
"I'll say it again." His hands are on your ribs now, thumbs stroking your skin. "And again. And again."
"Satoru—"
"I'm serious." He leans down, kissing between your breasts. "I wake up every morning and you're here, and I still can't believe it sometimes."
Your heart flutters. "You're being sappy."
"I'm being honest." He looks up at you, and his face looks so soft and sweet. "Can't help it." He's kissing your breast now, tongue circling your nipple. "You make me sappy."
"Mm—that's—"
"Good?" His hand finds your other breast, his thumb and index finger rolling your nipple. "You like that?"
"Yes—"
"Good." He switches sides, giving your other breast the same attention. "Love the sounds you make. Could listen to them all day."
His hand slides down your stomach, fingers playing with the waistband of your underwear, and you feel him smile against your skin.
"These should come off too."
"Should they?"
"Definitely." He hooks his fingers into the fabric. "Can I?"
"So polite all of a sudden."
"I'm always polite." He's kissing down your stomach now. "I'm a gentleman."
"You're really not."
"Rude." But he's grinning, and he's sliding your underwear down slowly, kissing every inch of skin as it's revealed. "I'm extremely gentlemanly."
"You held me hostage five minutes ago."
"See? Gentleman." He's at your hip bones now, and he bites down gently. "A respectful gentleman."
You're laughing again now, and he looks up at you with that insufferable smirk.
"What's so funny?"
"You. You're ridiculous."
"And you love me."
"Unfortunately."
"Unfortunately?" He bites your inner thigh, making you jump. "Take it back."
"Make me."
His eyes flash. "Oh, I will." His hands are on your thighs now, spreading them apart. "I'm gonna make you take back every mean thing you've ever said to me."
"That'll take a while."
"Good thing we have all morning." He settles between your legs, and his breath is warm against your skin. "You're awfully mouthy for someone who called me a gentleman."
"I'm not being—oh—"
He's kissing your inner thigh, slowly and deliberately, and his hands are gripping your legs possessively.
"What was that?" He grins up at you. "Couldn't hear you."
"I hate you."
"No, you don't." He's moving higher now, and you can feel your breath catching. "You love me." He kisses your inner thigh. "That's what matters."
He kisses your other thigh. "Now let me show you how much I love you."
Then his mouth is on you, and any coherent thought becomes impossible.
He takes his time, with long, deliberate strokes of his tongue that make your toes curl. His hands grip your thighs, holding you open, and when you try to close them on instinct, he just pushes them wider.
"Uh-uh," he murmurs against you. "Stay open for me. Wanna see all of you."
"Fuck—"
"That's it." His tongue circles your clit, and you gasp. "Let me hear you."
"Ahh—Satoru—“
His tongue flattens against you, drags up slowly, then flicks at your clit. Your hips buck up. He keeps doing the same motion, but faster this time, and your fingers twist in the sheets.
"Satoru—oh god—"
"You taste so fucking good," he groans, and the vibration makes you whimper. "Could do this all day… Might actually do this all day."
"Please—"
"Please what?" He lifts his head just enough to look at you, and his mouth is wet, his eyes are dark. "Tell me what you need."
"More—I need—"
"I know what you need." He slides two fingers inside you, and curls them up, reaching that spot that makes your legs tingle, and your back arches off the bed. "This?"
"Yes—"
His mouth is back on your clit. His fingers pump in and out, curling on every thrust. You can't think. You can barely breathe.
"That's it," he murmurs. "Come for me, baby. I wanna feel it."
His fingers curl harder. His tongue flicks faster. You start closing your thighs around him, but he holds them open. Your breathing gets ragged, desperate—
Heat floods through you. You cry out his name, your hands tangling in his hair.
He doesn't stop.
His fingers keep moving, gentler now, and his tongue has gone soft but it's still there, still circling, lapping at your entrance. You're shaking, gasping, and you think he's going to pull away.
He doesn't.
"Satoru—wait—I just—"
"I know." He looks up at you. His pupils are dilated, almost completely covering the blue. "Gonna make you come again."
"I can't—"
"Oh, you can." He adds a third finger, stretching you. "You're gonna come on my tongue again, and then I'm gonna fuck you until you can't remember your own name."
"Fuck—"
His mouth is back on you, and this time he's not gentle. He's devouring you, his tongue working your clit while his fingers pump in and out. The sensitivity from your first orgasm makes everything sharper, and you're already climbing toward another one embarrassingly fast.
"That's it," he groans against you. "Feel how wet you are? All for me. You're so good, baby. You're unreal. You're actually gonna be the death of me one day."
His free hand slides up your body, finds your breast and squeezes.
You break.
Your second orgasm hits even harder than the first. You're crying out his name, your whole body shaking, and he's still not stopping.
"Satoru—please—"
He finally pulls back, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs as you come down, trembling and gasping.
"Fuck," you breathe.
"Good?" He's grinning, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
"You're so smug."
"I have reason to be." He crawls back up your body, and you can taste yourself when he kisses you. "You're beautiful when you come. Did you know that?"
"You've mentioned it."
"I'll mention it again." His hand slides between your legs, fingers teasing. "And again. And again."
"Satoru—"
"I earned it." His hand slides down your side. "And I'm not done with you yet, baby."
"Of course you're not."
"What can I say?" He's positioning himself between your legs now, and you can feel how hard he is. "I'm obsessed with you. Can't help myself."
He lines himself up, and when he starts to push inside, you gasp. He's so big—you know this—but the stretch is always still so intense.
"Okay?" His voice is strained as he goes slowly, inch by inch.
"Give me a minute—"
He stops, buried halfway, and you can feel him shaking with the effort of holding back for you. "Okay, baby. Take your time."
You breathe through it, adjusting, and after a moment, you whisper, "Okay, you can move."
"Thank god," he groans, pushing all the way in until he's completely buried.
"Fuck, baby—" His voice cracks. "You feel so good."
He starts moving. Slow, controlled thrusts that make you gasp. Then he hooks one of your legs higher, pushing it up toward your chest, and suddenly he's hitting even deeper.
"Satoru—"
"There we go." He's watching your face. "Love watching you like this. So fucking beautiful."
"You're—ah—ridiculous—"
"Ridiculously in love with you, yeah." He thrusts harder, and you cry out. "That's it, baby. Let me hear you."
His rhythm picks up, each thrust deliberate and deep, and he's still watching your face like he's memorizing every expression.
"You always take me so well," he groans. "Like you were made for me, baby."
"Maybe I was—oh god—"
"Fuck, yes." His hand finds your other leg, pushing it up too. "Say that again."
"Ahh—Made for you—"
"That's right." His thrusts become harder, more desperate. "All mine, baby. Fuck."
He shifts his hips just slightly, hitting that perfect spot, and you come apart. You're screaming out broken attempts of his name, your whole body shivering uncontrollably.
"Fuck, baby—not yet—"
Before you can even process what's happening, he's pulling out and flipping you over. His hands grip your hips, pulling them up, and you feel him slide a pillow underneath.
"Ass up for me, baby."
You're still shaking from your orgasm, but you do what he asks. His hand slides down your spine slowly and possessively.
"Fuck, look at you." He squeezes your ass, and you hear him groan.
Then he's pushing back inside. The new angle makes you gasp. He's so deep like this, and when he starts moving, each thrust hits that sweet spot inside you. You swear you can feel him in your lungs.
"Satoru—oh god—"
"That's it, baby." His hands grip your hips tight enough to bruise. "So fucking good."
He sets a punishing rhythm. You can feel another orgasm building fast. The sensitivity from your last one makes everything feel like you might actually break apart, and when his hand slides around to your clit, you moan loudly into the mattress, almost screaming.
"You gonna come for me again?" His voice is rough and teasing now. "Can feel how close you are, baby. You're so fucking tight around me."
"Yes—please—"
His fingers circle your clit faster. You're right on the edge, so close—
You break.
You let out a silent scream, your whole body clenching around him. He groans, and it sounds almost pained. His thrusts slow down, getting deeper and more deliberate. He's not chasing anything anymore, he's just feeling the way you're squeezing him.
"Fuck, baby—" His voice breaks, desperate and raw. "You're so fucking tight. Jesus, you're actually gonna be the death of me."
His hips move slower now, almost grinding into you, and you can feel him shaking. He's breathing hard against your back, completely overwhelmed, and then his whole body goes almost rigid before he collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. His arms wrap around you, holding you close, his face buried in your neck.
"Fuck," he breathes, and he sounds completely undone. "I love you so much. Fuck—you wreck me, baby."
You both just stay like that for a few minutes, tangled together, breathing hard, his heart pounding against your back.
Then he moves, rolling onto his back next to you, pulling you with him so you're still close. His arm stays wrapped around you, and when you look at him, his eyes are soft and completely open.
You don't think. You just move, climbing into his lap and kissing him, slow and deep and full of all the love and need you feel for him. His hands immediately find your waist, holding you like you're the only thing that matters.
"Come here," he says, and it's almost pleading.
You're already straddling him, and when you sink down onto him, you both groan into each other's mouths.
"That's it, baby," he breathes against your lips. "Just like that. Fuck—"
You start to move, rolling your hips. His head falls back against the pillow. His eyes stay locked on you though, watching every movement.
"God, yes—" He grips your hips tighter. "You feel so fucking good. That's my girl."
"Satoru—"
"I know, baby. I know." He's guiding you faster now, helping you move. "You're doing so good. Taking me so perfectly."
Your thighs are burning, but you don't care. You can feel yourself getting close again.
"That's it," he groans, watching you. "Use me, baby. Please. Take what you need. You know I love it when you do."
"Fuck—Satoru—"
"I know. I can feel it." His hips start moving too, thrusting up to meet you, and the added force makes you cry out. "Come for me, baby. Wanna watch your beautiful face when you fall apart on me."
He's fucking up into you now, hard and fast, and his hand slides between your bodies to find your clit.
You shatter. You're letting out breathy and high pitched moans.
"Fuck, yes—" He's still moving, still thrusting up into you. "So fucking beautiful when you come. I could watch you like this forever, baby."
You're still shivering, still coming down, when you feel his stomach tighten under you.
"Baby—fuck—I'm gonna—"
"Come for me," you whisper. "Please, Satoru."
That's all it takes.
"Fuck—baby—I love you—fuck—" His words are broken and desperate. His hips snap up hard. "So good—you're *so good—*you're mine—"
He grips your hips so tightly it almost hurts, and you feel him pulse inside you as he comes, his whole body shuddering. His head falls forward, forehead pressing against your shoulder, and he's still murmuring against your skin. "Fuck—you're everything, baby—never letting you go—"
You're both breathing hard, shaking, and he's still buried deep inside you. His arms wrap around you, holding you tight against his chest, and you can feel his heart pounding.
"Fuck," he breathes.
"…Yeah." you breathe.
He laughs weakly, and when he lifts his head to look at you, his eyes are hazy and that breathtaking sky blue again. "That was—I don't even have words."
"Mhmm." you mumble.
He's kissing your face now—your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your lips. "Seriously, what am I supposed to do with you?"
"Satoru—"
His hands are running over your skin, like he can't bear to stop touching you. " You're the only one that gets me like this."
"You're being sappy again."
He pulls you closer, tucking you against his chest. "Only for you, baby. Only ever for you."
"I love you too," you say softly.
He's quiet, just holding you, his fingers tracing patterns on your back for a while.
"We should probably shower," you murmur eventually.
"Later." His grip tightens. "Right now I just wanna hold you."
"Clingy."
"Yep." He doesn't even sound ashamed. "You're stuck with me now. Forever. Hope you're ready for that."
"I think I can handle 'the Satoru Gojo'" you say laughing.
"Good." He kisses the top of your head. "Because I'm never letting you go."
"Sounds like a threat."
"Mmm."
And you lie there in his arms, the morning sun streaming through the window, his hands still moving over your skin in gentle swirling patterns, and yeah— forever sounds pretty fucking good.
Caleb's not so little not at all subtle obsession.
Content warnings: lots of boobs mentions. Caleb has a tactile and oral fixation with them. Your tits are his fidget toys. Caleb x Fem!reader. Non-sexual, suggestive and explicit- an all x3 combo. Mention of nipple orgasm.
(Not fully proofread. I'm fucking tired, sorry. Let me know if/where I fucked up)
Sometimes you wonder how it's possible that Caleb's little fixations flew under your radar for so long.
Was he really that good at keeping himself in check? Were you really that blind? Or is it more a question of, now that you two are an official thing, he just doesn't have to restrain himself anymore for anything and is all like a volcano erupting after years of tectonic pressure? Maybe all three? Yeah, more than possible all three.
To be fair, it's not like you don't have your own share of fixations when it comes to him. But at least you manage to be discreet about them—or, well, you try to be.
Caleb doesn't even bother with trying.
It's not like he doesn't pay attention to the rest of your body. He very much does. He cherishes every single inch of you. It's more like your boobs have their own gravitational pull for his eyes, hands and mouth, and he has completely surrendered to that force.
Sometimes it's like he is not even aware that he is doing it. Like how he will zone out during breakfast, munching on the food half asleep, and his eyes will be locked in on your pyjama-covered chest.
Or if you are both sitting on the sofa, watching TV, reading or on your phones. The moment you are leaning into him, one of his hands will irrevocably slip to start fondling one of your tits without breaking his attention from what he is doing.
And whatever position you try to fall asleep in bed must be one where he can have unrestricted access to grab the boob, or else he cannot fall asleep. You cannot count the number of times when you have scurried away while you were deep in your sleep, or have lain too much on your stomach, only to half-wake up to him manhandling your body like a rag doll just so he can put his hand all over your tit again, dozing off less than a minute later. If you ask him in the morning, he will have no recollection of doing it but, you know, it's your fault for moving away from him in the first place.
It doesn't matter what clothes you are wearing; you won't ever have to worry about a wardrobe malfunction because Caleb will use 100% of his laser-focused deepspace pilot senses to be on boob-guard. Being able to fix the sliding fabric before you even notice it moving. No tit will be slipping out on his watch.
Any head nuzzling on your chest will irreversibly end with him mouthing the boobs. Sometimes softly, with just his lips; but when he is tense, or stressed out, or just needy, he will lick and suck and bite them. Over the clothes, under the clothes, it does not matter. He doesn't discriminate; he's just an equal opportunist.
And even when he is in one of his intense moods, it doesn't mean that it will always end in sex. Well, most times it will, let's be honest; you can only tolerate so much of the sucking and licking until it works you up and you end up being the needy one. But other times he just wants the comfort of them. Caleb says that, other than your cunt, it is where you are the warmest and smells the most like you. The fact that he can hear and sometimes even feel your heartbeat is an added bonus.
One time he even fell asleep on top of you while you were watching a movie, one hand grabbing one boob while his mouth sucks on the other one. He called it the best nap he ever had.
Obviously, just like for sleeping, any sex position must allow him free rein to at least two of the three ways he engages with your tits. At first it was a struggle for him because he loves fucking you in doggy style, but that only allowed him to touch them. But he fixed that by gifting you a custom-built vanity with a gigantic mirror (with lights!) that he assembled himself in front of the bed for your birthday.
And being honest, it's not like you don't take advantage of or enjoy the spoils of his little obsession. You have a private folder on your phone full of pictures of your tits in all sorts of settings: with bras, without bras, covered in his cum... You have made a habit of going into the bathroom with your phone so you can take pictures with the new blooming hickyes or fresh teeth marks (light ones; he will never purposely damage his babies).
Your self-esteem in that area of your body has reached sky levels. And you have zero shame on admiting that you do use this newfound power when he pisses you off to turn him into an utter mess. It just takes one of those pictures sent when he is at work, and you know that you have rendered him useless for the rest of the day. Worse if either of you is on a mission and can't see each other for a few days.
It was after one of those little revenges when it happened. You guessed that it was a combination of your boobs getting a new level of sensitivity after months of his attention, plus the fact that you hadn't seen each other in over a week, and the whiny moans he let out while he was ravaging your tits. That you experienced your very first nipple orgasm.
You thought that those were a myth, or just reserved for some very lucky, ultra-sensitive people. And while he has played with your boobs a lot, and you do enjoy it, you had never been able to just come without your cunt also being stimulated in some way. But it happened. And then he made sure it took you a good three days before you could move without feeling sore.
It hasn't happened again yet, and not for Caleb's lack of trying. But you do not stress too much about it.
The one thing you have had to absolutely put your foot down on was vetoing him trying to name them. No fucking way. Not gonna happen.
1.1k words; masterlist; incl. nsfw/suggestive content mdni !!!, fem. reader, dry humping/grinding/light groping, est. relationship, nicknames (pipsqueak/pips, honey, baby), reader is needy + caleb is pretending he's not,, not proofread, IF YOU KNOW ME IRL YOU DIDNT SEE THIS OK SCROLL I BEG
a/n: i just wrote some BULLSHITTTT (horny edition)
you're so mad at him.
caleb promised you that he'd be all yours tonight. he'd held your hand and kissed your knuckles like it was a vow, waxing poetic about how he wouldn't let anything keep him away from you this evening.
and yet, here he is, holed up at his desk after he'd barely just gotten home, having told you not to wait for him to eat dinner.
now, it's creeping late, and what stirs in the depths of your gut is decidedly not hunger. not for food, at least.
you knock timidly at his door, half expecting and half fearing that his colonel voice will be what greets you.
"come in, pips." you let out a silent sigh of relief as you open the door, offering a slightly nervous smile. caleb turns his head sharply, his features a little stiff with what seems to be exhaustion, unsurprisingly.
he's still in his uniform, mostly, though it's warm in the house - he's down to just his button-up shirt and trousers, with his outer layers lying discarded on a chair across the room with his hat.
you just... stand, for a moment feeling a little awkward, what with the chill on your skin as you stand in just your shorts and top, as well as from the very evident tension radiating off of him.
"is- is everything going okay?" you ask, blinking wide at the harsh desklamp by his head.
his gaze softens as he looks at you, though, and he finds himself brushing his hair back off his forehead a little.
"nearly done." a small smile flickers across his features, though his eyes are tired. "i'm sorry, pips, i know i said we could hang out tonight. i'll be all yours in..." he glances at the clock. "...half an hour, promise."
"it's okay. i get it." you find yourself reassuring him. "it's not your fault."
he nods, his eyes fluttering shut in a long, slow blink before opening again to reveal exhaustion in your favourite shade of violet.
it's quiet. something lingers in the air between you, words hidden behind looks that are too cryptic for either of you to decode when all you want is each other.
"can i sit with you for a bit?" you ask before you can stop yourself, twisting and untwisting your fingers.
that makes him smile, warm and bright and your favourite version of him by far.
"course you can, honey." you move to grab an extra chair to pull up beside him, but he stops you. "no, no, c'mere." he gestures to his lap, and you feel your cheeks flush with heat. "i think i need a hug from my girl for motivation." he says with a cheeky lilt to his voice.
you have no choice but to clamber on to his lap, his gloved hands flying to your waist to steady you when you wobble. then, he's wrapping his arms around your middle to hug you tight. you drape your own over his shoulders, his face pressing close into your neck as he inhales deeply, holding for a few beats before pulling back.
"alright." he exhales. "needed that." he murmurs like it's over, but his grip on you doesn't let up. if anything, he's pressing you down, and you can't help but squirm. the movement, a slight jolt of your hips has electricity sparking up your spine, and you bite back a whimper that feels like it's been stuck in the back of your throat for a while.
"caleb..." you whisper breathlessly, your hips grinding just a little into his lap.
his focus is soon fixed at the screen over your shoulder again, it would seem, if not for how one hand lingers at your waist, gently guiding your movements, pressing you down against a familiarly growing bulge in his pale uniform trousers.
"that's it, pips, take what you need." he murmurs, and your forehead drops to his shoulder as you let out a whine of his name.
you roll your hips against his, harder each time like you're trying to go deeper, barred from really feeling him by a few layers of fabric. your soft cotton panties grow damper by the second, and your tiny shorts are so flimsy that caleb can practically feel you pulse, even with the stiff fabric of his trousers in the way.
you suck in a breath, clenching around nothing, clit jumping against slick cotton so deliciously that your stomach flips.
but it's not enough. not when caleb is still feigning concentration on his work - his focus might be forced, but either way, his attention isn't yours, and you whine for him again.
"caleb-" you draw out the syllables of his name in a breathy whimper. "can't-" your movements falter as your balance teeters, and he fastens his one-handed grip on your hip, his hand slipping under your shirt to palm at bare skin while the other is still tapping at a screen. his fingertips press into your skin with an intensity that makes your head spin, but the pressure forces you to slow down, too, and your eyebrows knit into a frown as you cry out softly in frustration.
"almost done, baby, i promise." he reassures you, the picture of serenity to anyone but you.
because as you grind your hips down in shallow circles, even with your range of movement limited by his firm hand, you feel his cock twitch, now fully hard under you, prominent even through far too many layers of clothes. it's a dead giveaway, really, that this is as hard for him as it is for you.
"can you-" you buck your hips, harder than before, and he takes a sharp breath in, just a touch laboured and it's enough to make the heat in your core deepen. "can you be a good girl for me, pipsqueak? just for a little longer?" he murmurs into your ear, his breath hot against your skin, the feeling making you quiver again.
you bite down on your lip, nuzzling into his neck in an attempt to seek some kind of comfort. he draws soothing little circles into your skin with his thumb, and you squeeze your eyes shut, summoning every bit of will that you can as you nod, twice, short and sharp, but it's enough.
"that's my girl. gonna make you feel so good, honey. gonna give you everything you want."
a/n ii: im sorry guys the late night horny demons took over my brain and i wrote most of this in one sitting no proofreading nothing we die like josephine this is prob ass but wtv enjoy ily mwah
I can very much relate to this and all jokes aside, I know the reason why I read more fanfics than original novels is because I’m here for the characters I already know, love, and am passionate about. with original novels, I don’t know who these characters are, I’m not passionate enough about getting to know them. which is the same reason why I don’t read fics with ocs either. which is not to say original novels and ocs are bad. but personally, I’m only here for my comfort fictional men being put in Situations
The sand was too hot and the sun was too bright and you had been telling yourself for the past ten minutes that was why you were irritated. Completely reasonable things to be annoyed by. Nothing to do with the group of women who hadn't moved in twenty minutes.
Every time Xavier went up for the spike —shoulders rolling back, arms coming over, the full length of him extending into the air— you'd heard it. The collective intake of breath from the small crowd gathered. Women who had started watching casually and then stayed, cups in hand, not even pretending anymore.
You'd watched them watching him. Broad shoulders, sculpted chest, abs glistening with a light sheen of sweat, and those low slung shorts, he looked like a walking sun god.
You were NOT a jealous partner. He'd always been the one simmering quietly over a look someone gave you, a hand that lingered too long on your arm, and you'd always been the one teasing him for it.
Today it had flipped, and he knew it.
You'd caught him looking at you between serves. Reading your face, tracking where your eyes had gone, what they'd found and what they were doing with it. And the blue of his irises had changed to something that looked a lot like want.
When the final point landed you didn't discuss going back to your suite. You grabbed his wrist before he could reach for a towel and pulled him. The hidden stretch of shore you'd found yesterday was a ten minute walk down the beach, tucked behind a curve of dark rock that blocked it completely from view. You'd spent an hour there yesterday, doing nothing, just lying in the quiet. You had different plans for it today.
He hadn't caught his breath yet. His chest was still working, sweat at his sternum, hair damp at his temples, a silver whistle swaying on its cord as you turned to face him.
You pushed him down and he let you, dropping back onto the sand without argument. From the ground he tracked your face with half lidded blue eyes. Patient, the way he always got when he'd decided to let you lead.
You stepped over him and settled across his thighs, your knees pressing into the sand on either side of him.
"You had a lot of fun out there"
His hands came to your waist immediately and his thumbs pressed into the dip of your hips. "I always have fun when I'm with you."
"That's not what I mean."
His mouth curved slightly at the edge.
"Liar." you reached down and hooked one finger around the cord of the whistle, pulling him up slightly by it, bringing his face close to yours. "Every girl was watching you. Every single one" You tried to keep your voice even. "Looking at everything that belongs to me."
His hands tightened on your waist.
Beneath your thigh, through the thin fabric of his shorts, you felt him respond —an involuntary pressure, his hips moving slightly under you before he caught himself.
The blue of his eyes had gone several shades darker. His bottom lip was slightly parted.
"And you loved it"
He opened his mouth.
You reached down and pulled the front of his shorts down before he could say anything. When you freed him he was already hard, warm and heavy against his stomach, a bead of moisture at the tip calling for your mouth. The sea breeze moved over him and he exhaled through his nose.
"They watched you the whole game," you whispered, fingers wrapping around him"Every serve. Every jump." A slow stroke, barely anything, enough to make his cock jump in your hand "But they didn't see this. Only I get to see this."
His stomach contracted.
You picked up the whistle and pressed the mouthpiece gently between his teeth. His eyes widened slightly and he tried to say something —the soft instinctive murmur he defaulted to— but it came out muffled, cut off by the metal.
"No." You held his gaze.
He bit down lightly on the mouthpiece.
You reached down, pulled the strings of your bikini bottoms loose at each hip, and tossed the fabric into the sand.
"Blow that whistle when you want to cum, handsome"
His eyes dropped and then came back up to your face when you lined your wet pussy directly over the tip of his cock.
You sank all the way down and his back left the sand, just the upper half, shoulders rising off the ground, abs contracting hard. The sound he made into the whistle came out broken and half formed, more breath than anything.
You waited. Stayed still and let him feel it, let the moment sit, watching his throat work as he swallowed.
Then you started to move.
Rising until he was barely inside you and dropping back down in one smooth roll of your hips, your hands braced lightly on his chest. He exhaled in a rush through his nose. His knuckles had gone white where he was gripping you.
"Everyone out there thinks you're so cute," you found rhythm and stayed in it. "So quiet and sweet." a tight circle of your hips made him twitch underneath you, a full body response, his jaw clamping hard on the mouthpiece. "They have no idea what you're actually like."
His hips rose to meet yours. Trying to take more, to push the pace. You let him have it for a moment and then pulled back, slowed down and made him wait.
He groaned into the whistle.
"Is this what it feels like?" you continued, dropping down onto him again and grinding slow, feeling every inch of the stretch. You leaned forward, hands moving from his chest to the sand on either side of his head, bringing your face closer to his. "You liked watching me get jealous?"
His eyes closed briefly.
You sat back up and picked up the pace.
The sound of the waves covered every sound. The wet slap of skin against skin. His abs locked under you every time you came down, holding himself back, and the sounds coming through the whistle were small, bitten off exhales that got away from him.
His hands slid from your hips down to grip the back of your thighs, pulling you in harder, closer, his own hips working up to match yours. His eyes were fixed on your face, blue and blown wide open.
You felt when he got close. His breathing changed, shallower and faster, his whole body starting to pull tight. He tried to hold onto the rhythm but it was slipping, hips stuttering, back beginning to arch again.
He tried to blow the whistle.
What came out was a breathless, thoroughly defeated little sound. A whisper of air through metal that died out almost immediately, collapsing under the weight of a chest that was heaving too hard to sustain it.
You stopped your hips completely and he made a desperate sound.
You reached up and wrapped your fingers around the cord at his neck, pulling him up toward you again until his chest met yours, his face right there, close enough to feel the heat pouring off his skin.
"You can't even blow it," you mocked him softly, right against his jaw. "All that out there. All those serves, all that diving around in the sun, putting on a show." You let the pause sit. "And you can't manage a clear whistle?"
His face, up close, was completely wrecked.
"Blow it properly," you ordered. "If you manage to blow it loud and clear... I'll let you cum."
Xavier’s eyes widened in determination. He gripped your hips hard, taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart and shaky lungs.
He blew.
The note came out loud, one long sustained sound that scattered into the sea air, clear and steady from start to finish.
You dropped your hips down hard and didn't stop.
A long and terribly warm moan tore from his throat, muffled against your skin, while his large hands fisted hard into your ass—holding you tightly pinned down.
The whistle slipped loosely from his lips as his breathing fell apart into trembling gasps. Sweat poured down his spine, his abs twitching helplessly beneath you with every surge of hot release filling your pussy.
He dropped back onto the sand and took you with him, one arm locked around your waist. You lay there with the sound of the ocean and his heartbeat gradually slowing under you.
"They were watching you too," he said quietly, after a while.
You looked up at him.
He was already looking back. Completely serious. "Just so we're even."
I think ao3 is literally the only site where no censorship means no censorship. you can post the most vile things on there — things that will get taken down on any other platforms — and ao3 will protect you, your works, and your rights to create whatever you want, however you want.
and no, this isn’t me saying “write that messed up, disgusting thing” because while, yes, write it if it’s what you want (I myself enjoy writing dark fics, something I believe would be considered “vile” to a lot of people), this is me saying in a world of censorship and capitalism, ao3 really is a treasure.
caleb can be a bit unhinged. especially when it comes to you.. and his ‘tomodachi life’ island.
he only started playing in secret when you showed him your own island. all your miis ranging from your close friends to movie characters, he found it sweet that it was your favorite past time. what really sparked his interest was when you said: “i hope your mii falls in love with my mii. we can get married and have kids.”
now, he’s obsessed with your mii on his island. he feeds mii you every day, afternoon, and night. when his island leveled up, he made sure he built you a tiny private island where your colorful house stood surrounded by water and plenty of flowers. he buys you clothes from where & wear everyday and has you both take endless pics at foto-tomo!
caleb also makes sure your mii interacts with nobody else’s but his. dragging his mii across the island just to talk to you. and he absolutely hates it when he comes back just to see you’ve reached the ‘seems like-minded’ phase with anyone else who roams the island.
“gideon? are you fucking serious, man? why are you talking to her?” he growls to himself, the switch lighting up his face in the darkness of his bedroom. he presses delete, watching gideon’s mii disappear before he remakes his close friend and making sure you and anyone else on the island remain as ‘strangers.’
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