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synopsis. caleb can't help but follow you into the shower
cw. fluff Ë smut Ë showering together Ë penetration Ë not proofread
caleb can't help himself sometimes. sliding open the shower door where you're currently lathering shampoo into your hair, the sight of his buff naked torso greets you as he steps inside with you. he's like a puppy, following you wherever you go.
you had failed to mention to him that you were going to shower, hence the pout on his face and the way he was grabbing onto your hips and clinging on to you. to caleb, who enjoyed doing everything with youâ this was the biggest betrayal.
"why didn't you tell me you were gonna shower?" he pouts, mumbling against your shoulder.
you huff, hands pausing on the top of your head while you shoot him a glance from where he stands behind you. "because everytime you join me, it seems like we get more dirty first before we get clean. i just want to have a peaceful shower for once."
caleb raises his hands up in defense, "sorry, sorry." his hands immediately replace yours and he begins to gently massage your head. "i promise, no shenanigans today."
his hands feel absolutely heavenly and you feel your resolve starting to melt. you relax in his hold and let his hands work their magic on your scalp. you sigh contentedly and hear him chuckle. "fine. . . i suppose you can stay."
he turns you so you're facing him and the water from the shower is running down the back of your head. he begins to rinse your hair under the warm water. you squint your eyes open, trying to take a peek at him. he catches your gaze and smiles. a warm hand acts like an umbrella above your eyes.
"careful, you're gonna get soap in your eyes if you open them." he murmurs over the sound of water.
caleb is so tender with you. trying to protect you from all sorts of harm, even if it's only soap.
once your hair is all rinsed out, he wrings it and sets it up with a clip. without a moment of hesitation, he pumps out body wash into his hands. rubbing back and forth to create a lather. his sudsy hands work their way all over your body.
it's a domestic moment. . . or at least it was.
you can't help the heat that grows between your thighs. something about watching caleb take care of you makes you feral. it's so hot to see a man of his stature willing to do anything for you. aaaand the fact that he was naked. right in front of you. watching his muscles flex with every movement was a sight to behold.
you look down between his legs. he's hard, but not fully erect. it surprises you, most of the time when he joins you, caleb junior is springing to life. the fact that he was trying his best to restrain himself had your mouth watering even more.
he catches you looking and chuckles, "hey. no shenanigans." he playfully chides you. "keep those eyes to yourself missy."
"hmm, a girl can't change her mind?" you tease.
he lets out a hearty laugh, "i dunno. some of us here wanna get clean."
he keeps his gaze locked on to you as he pumps body wash into his hands and dramatically rubs it all over his body. he's toying with you. his big hands rub over the plush flesh of his pecs. you watch the suds lather up and how they slowly fall down his torso, sliding down over all of his abs.
no spot is left untouched and you watch as he stands underneath the water and it all washes down. his hair is soaked and his hand pushes it out of his forehead as he slicks it back.
the sight in front of you is sinful. water cascading down his body. he feels your hungry gaze and his dick gets harder and harder, and you watch it happen. his cock chubs up, growing in size until it springs up.
you reach out and grab onto his shoulders to pull him in for a searing kiss. your lips move together, as you devour one another. itâs hot, the way heâs starved for you. he pushes you against the shower wall and grips onto your head so he can angle it to his liking.
you can feel the length of him poking into you skin. he slides it through your thighs and rubs it between your puffy folds. the friction is delicious and you whine into the kiss. growing wetter and wetter, his cock glides through easier.
âmph, so wet for me pips,â he mumbles between kisses. âi think. . . itâll slip right in without me even trying.â
you bite down on his lower lip and briefly your eyes open and meet his lustful gaze. âstop teasinâ and put it in.â
âask nicely.â
you huff, âseriously?â
his mouth moved closer to your ear as he reiterates himself, âask nicely.â he says while he nips at your ear. then he gently sucks on your neck just below. a shiver rolls down your back.
you roll your eyes but give in to him. wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him in close. âwill you please fuck me caleb? preetty please?â tilting your head to the side, trying to look cute for him.
his ears turn red. trying to act tough like heâs in charge, but heâs a simple man. one look from you and he melts. he can't even hide his grin.
âtheere she is. thereâs my good girl.â he muses. âcmon lift your leg up for me.â he taps on your thigh.
you eagerly lift it up and his hand comes to support you. with his other hand, he lines up his dick and slowly eases in to you and then wraps it around you to hold you close to him.
the second he bottoms in, you both groan. he slowly begins to thrust into you and your head falls back to lean against the porcelain walls of the shower. it feels good. caleb's so big and he stretches you out juust right.
his pace isn't fast. it's slow, but precise. his thrusts are strong and calculated, hitting that one spongy spot that has you seeing stars. you cling on to caleb, nuzzling your head into his neck. sucking on the skin, leaving marks of red and purple on his otherwise clear skin.
"haah, moreâ need more 'leb!" you cry out.
"yeah? tell me what you need. you know i'll give you anything you want."
"m-my clit, pleasepleaseplease." you beg while slowly shifting your hips closer to meet his thrusts.
"fuuck, how can i say no when you ask me like that." his voice comes out strained. "so fuckin' cute."
his thumb finds its place between your folds, moving side to side, up and down, and then switching to tantalizing circles. your jaw drops open, in a silent cry of pleasure.
after a moment and more thrusts of his hips, you feel your orgasm approaching. you look at caleb, and his slick backed hair and the droplets of water cascading down his body. his eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes are closed. he's focused, trying to make this good for you. the sight of caleb like this has the heat in your lower stomach explode. it hits you all at once. your back arches off the wall and your chest presses into caleb's.
his hips stutter at the feeling of your tight walls orgasming against his hard cock. he groans, pressing his dick deep inside, before spurting out hot ropes of cum.
the two of you stay there for a moment, wrapped up in each others embrace. the hot water continues to shower over the both of you. you place a chaste kiss on his neck and then on his lips.
you look at him sheepishly, "guess we gotta clean up a little bit more, huh?"
meanie caleb who holds you down in a mating press !
all of your senses were currently being consumed by caleb. he holds you down, knees pressed all the way up to your chest. his body presses down on you, his weight is heavy but comforting. enveloping you in your own little world, everything you see, touch, and hear, is only caleb.
"fuuuck, this pretty pussy was made for me, wasn't it?" he grunts into your ear.
you can't find it in you to give a coherent response, it's a struggle. breathy whimpers are the only thing you can muster out.
he lets out a small chuckle, "i asked you a question, sweets." his hand moves between your legs to pinch at your clit.
his actions send a jolt through your body and you let out a yelp, "ah- yes all for you 'leb!"
"thaaat's it, good job." his fingers let go of their hold, releasing your poor clit, opting to trace small delicate circles instead. like he's praising you for answering him.
hot wet kisses are placed all over your neck. heat curls up in your lower abdomen while caleb is busy moving his hips back and forth into your cunt. it feels so good but you can't help but lose strength in your legs that he has pinned up.
you whimper and try to adjust his hold on you, moving your legs to see if he'll let you put them down. his lips that were just leaving kisses, begin to bite down. teeth biting down on your soft skin, then using his tongue to sooth over the red marks.
"oh no no no." he whispers into your neck. "gotta keep your legs up baby."
"can't! m'tired hahh." you barely muster up the energy to tell him.
caleb's pace doesn't relent, hips furiously slamming into yours. suddenly you hear a whoosh and caleb looks down on you with a smug smile on his lips.
his evol pins you in place, locked in a mating press.
"you're not done until i say so." he muses as he touches his forehead to yours. his eyes stare at yours, hooded, as he uses his evol to control your body to his whim. the thought of him having full control over your body sends heat to your core.
he continues to rock into you, rolling his hips with precision. hitting the spongy spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. with one deep thrust, his evol took control of your hands, pinning them above your head. his body pressed down further, roughly plunging in and out.
with a few more movements, the coil began to snap. you and caleb groaning in tandem as release creeping over the two of you. you cry out calebâs name as you climax.
the two of you pant, catching your breath. itâs silent, as you both bask in the afterglow. but it's broken when caleb cheekily whispers,
âshall we see what other positions i can keep you in?â
Youâve spent weeks planning for this day. The bakery order. The string lights. The playlist tailored to every one of Calebâs favorite songs. A whole night built around making him feel as loved, celebrated, and special as he always makes you feel.
But when your boyfriend steps through the door, none of it matters anymore.
He drops his bag, eyes locking on you like youâre the only thing in the world worth seeing. He barely spares a second glance at the birthday banner above the kitchen. Doesnât notice the cake, frosted to perfection and waiting on the counter. Not even the presents lined up in a neat little row by the sofa.
All he can focus on is you. Standing there in that dress heâs obsessed withâthe one he bought for you and said made you look âdangerous.â
âHappy birthday,â you say, soft and nervous while fidgeting with the black ribbon on the strap of your dress.
He doesnât answer. You blink and heâs surging toward you like gravity has shifted and his body has no choice but to fall into yours.
Caleb kisses you like heâs starving.
No gentle greeting, no birthday speech about how lucky he is (heâs definitely thinking it, though). Just his mouth crashing into yours, hands gripping your soft waist like he needs to anchor himself while he loses control.
You stumble back blindly, barely registering that heâs walking you toward the wall until your spine hits plaster and his hands are already sliding beneath your dress.
âIâm sorry,â he whines, leaving sloppy kisses along your jaw, your throat, then the top of your cleavage. âI know you planned so much. I saw it. And I swear I love it all. But I canâtâI canât do any of it right now.â
Your fingers thread into his hair, pulling his head back just enough to see his eyes. His pupils are so dark and dilated that you barely see the rings of vibrant violet around them. Yet through his desire, he manages a needy poutâbegging for forgiveness even as he looks ready to fuck you into the wall.
âCaleb, you donât have to apologize.â Chuckling softly, you brush your fingers through the hair along the nape of his neck. âIf this is what you want, then I canât deny the birthday boy.â
Thatâs all the permission he needs before heâs back on you again.
âAll Iâve thought about today is you,â he groans. âKnew youâd be waitinâ for me, all dolled up. So fuckinâ gorgeous.â
Itâs clear heâs getting more and more riled up as his hands wander your body. You love when he gets like this, all slurred words from being drunk on the sight and feel of you. He hasnât even gotten your dress off yet, but heâs already a mess.
âI donât want dinner,â he murmurs, fingers trailing up to tickle the band of your panties. âDonât want cake. Just want you.â His declaration makes you whimper, thighs already pressing together at the sound of his voiceâhow low it drops, how hungry it sounds. âPlease, baby. Wanna taste you. I need it.â
One shaky nod from you is all it takes and then he drops to his knees, eyes locked on yours as he tugs your panties down your legs.
âIâll make it up to you for ruininâ your plans,â he says. âGonna lick this sweet pussy âtil the candles on that cake melt.â
You barely manage a breath before his mouth is on you.
Thereâs no buildup, no teasing. Heâs too impatient to take his timeâand he already has plans to fuck your cunt with his tongue all night long anyway, so he doesnât need to savor this.
He devours you, tongue parting your folds, hot and wet and focused as he sucks on your clit like heâs trying to get drunk off the taste of you. His large hands envelop your thighs, keeping you still as you shake against the wall.
Itâs barely been two minutes of his lips on you and it already feels like youâre close to coming. The way his head is buried beneath the frilly skirt of your dress, his fingers digging into your plush skinâitâs so filthy that it makes the pressure build in the pit of your stomach.Â
His tongue keeps flicking your clit with a single-minded focus on making you come as hard and fast as humanly possible. The devastating rhythm has you gushing all over his lips while you cry his name. If you could see him right now, youâd catch the sinful sight of your juices mixed with his spit as it trails down his chin and neck.
âFuck,â you gasp, hips stuttering forward. âCaleb, youâre gonna make meââ
âDo it,â he growls against your pussy. His words are muffled while heâs unwilling to part from your flesh for even a second. âCome fâmeâŠâ
Your orgasm hits hard, too fast, the pleasure spiking so sharp that your legs buckle as he groans against you. And Caleb keeps licking and sucking you through it like he wants to wring you dry.
He stands before your knees fully give out, catching you with one strong arm around your waist. You desperately try to suck in deep breaths, but they catch in your throat at the sight of his slicked up mouth and chinâcoupled with lust-blown eyes that say he only wants more.
âYou taste so sweet,â he murmurs. âBetter than cake, I bet.â Then he kisses youâtongue and allâand you moan into it, dizzy from how quickly you reached your peak.
He lifts you into his arms effortlessly and carries you to the bedroom, shedding clothes with barely restrained urgency. His shirt hits the floor. His belt clatters across the carpet (god, itâs so hot when he undoes it with just one hand).
He kisses you between every hurried step, mouthing every patch of skin he can reach without ever slowing down. A quick bite on your bottom lip. Then he sucks harshly on the sensitive spot under your ear, surely trying to leave a mark that lasts.
When your back hits the bed, you reach for his cock already peeking out between the unzipped top of his pants. Heâs already achingly hard, already leaking enough precum to make the lazy glide of your hand so smooth and slick.
Caleb shudders from your touch and whispers, âNeed you, baby. Need you so bad I canât think straight.â
You donât keep him waiting any longer. He hikes your dress up around your hips while you guide him to your entrance. And then he pushes inside fully with one deep stroke.
âFuck, yes,â he groans, bracing himself over you, arms trembling. âGod, you feel so good. So perfectâalways so wet for me.â
His thrusts start fast. Like he canât slow down even if he wants to. The tip of his cock drags against your g-spot so deliciously that your eyes roll back. And he watches in awe, mesmerized by the way you moan for him.
You claw at his back and wrap your legs around his waist as he pounds into you, the bed creaking beneath every motion. Itâs not long before you come again with a sob, nails digging into his shoulders as you clench around him. He kisses the tears from your cheeks and slows for a moment before pulling out.
The sudden loss makes your breath stutter in confusion. But just as quickly, he flips you over and pulls you onto your hands and knees.
âDonât worry, pips,â he pants, pressing back into you with a broken groan. âIâm not done with you. Need to make you come again.â
Youâre not sure if youâll even be able to do what he wants when your whole pussy is tingling with oversensitivity. But he fucks you through itâthrough your cries, through the overstimulation, through the way your arms collapse beneath you and he has to wrap an arm around your stomach just to hold you upright.
You can feel him shaking behind you, can hear how close he is in the way his voice starts breaking, the way he whispers, âGonna come inside you, fill you upâfuckâgonna mark you.â When your moans pitch higher, it only makes him even more crazed. âYeah, you want that?â he murmurs, thrusts turning more erratic. âThen you gotta come for me again, pretty girl.â
Before you can say a word, his fingers glide down your front. They dip beneath your dress and hastily lock onto your clit, rolling and pinching the throbbing bud with the intent to make you flutter around him.
The two of you come together this time, your moans entangling and turning into the most obscene symphony.
Caleb twitches inside you before spilling one of the biggest loads youâve ever taken from him. It leaks from your swollen pussy when he pulls out, but he wastes no time smearing it around and pushing some of it back inside with two thick fingers.
You can already tell your dress is going to be ruinedâthe top all damp with sweat and the hem messy with your combined releases.Â
Itâd make sense for Caleb to stop now. After such an intense orgasm, youâre expecting him to be too tired and not hard enough to keep going.
But when he eases his fingers out of your sore pussy and rolls you onto your back, his eyes are still full of something wild.
And when you glance down at his cock, itâs already half-hard again.
He slides back into you slowly, cradling your jaw with one hand and your thigh with the other. He moves like he wants to memorize every part of your body.
Every time you whimper, he moans. Every time you cry out, he praises you.
âYouâre so beautiful like this,â he whispers. âSo good for me, letting me have you again and again.â
You lose track of time. Hours blur into one long, aching haze of pleasure. He takes you every way he canâon your back, on your side with your leg hitched around his waist, then riding him until heâs trembling beneath you and gasping your name like a prayer.
And every time you come, he tells you how good you are. How lucky he is to have you. How youâre the only present he ever wants on his birthday.
Youâve lost count of how many orgasms youâve had when youâre wrung out and raw, eyes glassy, thighs trembling and sticky.
But Caleb is still insatiable. Still making up for all the years he never got to have you like this. Your legs are spread by his strong hands, and he licks into you againâachingly slow this time. Youâre not sure if itâs because heâs finally getting tired or if he just wants to take his time worshipping you.
âHm, you taste even better after Iâve come inside you,â he whispers.
You moan, twitching beneath him, and he just smiles against your folds.
It takes longer now that youâve had so many orgasms already, but he diligently pulls one more out of you. And after you come with such a sweet moan, you both collapse in a tangled heap, breathless and sore.
Caleb yanks you to his chest, his fingers playing with your hair while you catch your breath. His eyes are still half-lidded with desire as he mumbles, âBest birthday Iâve ever had.â
You snort. âYou didnât even get to blow out your candles.â
He looks at you with a lazy, wrecked smile. âI blew your back out instead.â
You swat his chest, but he catches your hand and kisses your fingers, then the inside of your wrist with a wet smack.
âIâm still not done,â he says, like itâs a threat. But you must be just as crazy as he is, because you faintly feel the pulse of arousal between your thighs yet again.
âCaleb, isnât it getting too lateââ
âItâs still my birthday for another hour,â he purrs, dragging his mouth along your sweaty neck. âDoesnât that mean I get whatever I want?â
Your breath hitches and your body gets all worked up again as he slides his leaking cock up and down your slit.
âAnd what I want,â he whispers, âwellâŠyou already know.â
cw: spit, mention of somno, sensitive caleb, thatâs all i just need him đ”âđ«
calebâs legs are spread wide against the end of his bed, with you on your knees between them. the veins in his forearms are bulging with how tightly heâs gripping his bedsheets behind him.
âjust relax baby,â soothing him by slowly rubbing your hands along his inner thighs, âso tense.â you sigh through a soft smile, eyes trained on the work youâre doing. he canât respondâhow could he when the girl of his dreams is on his bedroom floor, ready to take his leaking dick in her mouth?
relax. just relax! right, rightrightright. you can relax. you can do exactly that. exactly what sheâs saying. just. relax⊠he affirms in his head, lowering his eyes as slow as he humanly could to your fingers rubbing along his dick.
FUCKhecanâtdothis.
he snaps his head up to the ceiling within half a second of his eyes landing on your figure, kneeling before him. thereâs no way he could look at you without busting a nut instantaneously. yet, even with that small glance he could barely handle, he burned the image of your lashes fluttering admirably at the precum oozing from his cock, the way your tongue peeks out to wet your bottom lip and your teeth latch onto it for just a beat too long, the sounds of your small sighs of desperation to just get a taste of what youâve been craving for god knows how long.
distracted, his mouth registers that youâve started licking his tip before his brain does. letting out the loudest moan heâs ever moaned, he sits in shock at the sheer volume his vocal cords managed just now. once heâs processed whatâs happened, heâs quick to maneuver your head off his dick in fear of coming in the next ten seconds, hand sliding under your chin to nudge you backwards. âhey, how âbout i⊠just, uh, eat you out? âcause iâi donât thinkâŠumâŠâ he trails off, chuckling awkwardly.
heâs tripping over his words, and youâre watching in amusement, shifting from jaw-dropping surprise into a playful smile with each passing second of awkward defense on his part. youâve never seen him like this, yet you donât hate it. âi get it, caleb. youâre just scared youâre not gonna last. thereâs no shame in that!â your tone of voice barely concealing the careful intent embedded within your words. âjust let me fuck you.â his eye twitchedâyou were proposing a challenge. he took the bait.
âlie on your back.â despite how cocky he tried to be, you knew him better than that. âwhatever you say, colonel,â you were not making this easy for him, were you?
his adamâs apple bobs, following you getting on his bed and climbing on top to cage his arms around your head. his right hand goes down to pump his cock a few times, the precum leaking rapidly and dripping onto your clit. holy fuck.
âyâready?â he breathes out. he knows he isnât.
âput it in already, caleb,â you groan, hips grinding up to rub against his dick. stifled whimpers, sounding almost pained, leave his mouth at your efforts. he lines himself up with your entrance, and the feeling of his tip rubbing up and down between your wet folds had him trembling, pleasure incomparable to those years of him fucking his fist but feeling like something was missing, always tempted to take the real thing when youâd be sleeping the next room over.
when he pushes in, finally, you canât help but moan. his stalling seemed to have been taking a toll on you too, he supposes. âfuck, ca-calebâŠâ you tighten at the little satisfaction heâs granting you currently. he canât even bear to look at you. only having an inch in, he knows that opening his eyes to make contact with yours would have him gushing on the spot. he eases his way in without a wordâeerily silent for him.
ââŠyou okay?â a few breaths.
âye-yeah.â his voice cracks, and he goes to hide his face within the crook of your neck without missing a beat.
âtake your time, baby.â your hands lovingly brush through his hair, the feeling of your soft fingers against his sweat sheened body felt nearly electric.
he twitches. âyeah.â
you prepared yourself when you felt him slowly pulling out and pausing, before quickly pushing back in, leaving you breathless. his cock was better than anything you could have dreamed of, and you have been dreaming of this. he picks up his pace, and at the sound of your higher-pitched whimpers, he had gained enough confidence to believe that he was the one in control. he lifts his head up to peek at your face, but the glimpse he catches at your lips, agape with pleasure, your eyes shut tight, your furrowed brows, and god, the droplet of sweat that rolled down the side of your faceâhe needed a distraction. he latches onto your neck and abruptly stutters to a stop, in order to recompose himself. âbabe, are you sure youâre okay?â
âmâsure.â his sentences were choppy.
âokay. justâŠtell me if you need anything, please?â
ââŠâkay.â heâs heaving into your skin, breath sounding even more desperate when heâs exhaling through his nose.
caleb always loves to talk. whatâs wrong with him today?
once heâs normal enough, he fucks into you again like that never happened, eyes trained low to where the two of you are connected. his hand caresses the side of your face, wiping the sweat onto his index finger, using everything in his power to not lick it off. his thumb now drags along your bottom lip, admiring how it bounces back.
âopen your mouth.â you do so without question. he harnesses all his bravery to not miss or cum, and he spits. directly in your mouth. it surprises you, letting his saliva sit on your tongue without processing what happened.
âswallow for me, baby.â oh, you could get used to this.
you follow his orders nearly immediately, and you catch notice of his eyes intently trailing the path of his spit down your throat. your mouth opens again and you stick your tongue out, providing proof that you listened. âgood girl.â
he brings his face close to yours again, hot breath fanning over your face. his thumb brushes along your bottom lip, so you play into it. your tongue wraps around the soft pad, enveloping the tip of his finger into your mouth. he stiffens. when you suck it further in, just to relax your muscles and let it slip out again, as if you were trying to suck his cock, that was his tipping point.
he whimpers while his hips move erratically, lodging himself as deep as he could before cumming, powerfully, inside your pussy with a guttural groan of sheer pleasure. he pants, face hidden away from you, but you could make out what heâd look like based off of the glowing blush on the tips of his ears.
heâs so embarassed. heâs humiliated. heâsââthat was so fucking hot, caleb.ââhard all over again.
synopsis. you're a little jealous because all the girls in class flock to your boyfriend caleb
cw. slight angst Ë jealousy Ë comfort
note. i think i completely missed what you wanted frm this request anon im so srry
you were going to beat caleb up. doesn't matter if he's taller and stronger than you. . . you were determined to give him a piece of your mind.
you watch as girls flock to him at the end of class, standing way too close for comfort. having him as the student TA for your class was both a blessing and a curse. not only was he super smart and able to help you with the course material, but having him as eye candy to just stare at during class was nice too.
but it turns out many other girls in your class thought the same. they crowd him as they try to feign stupidity on the topic, hoping to talk to caleb by using academics as an excuse. you watch as their hands stroke his forearm while holding the worksheet in front of him for "clarification." you can't blame them though. caleb is the spitting image of boyfriend material with his beanie, glasses, and flannel.
and caleb, being thoughtful, would answer every single one of their questions, unbeknownst to their ulterior motives. you mentally huff and shove your belongings into your bag before storming out of the classroom, giving one glance behind your back to see if he would notice, but he doesn't look your way.
usually you wait for him until he's done with his TA duties so the two of you can go back together. but today is different. you're tired of all the girls clinging on to him while he doesn't care about how that affects you. so with a pout on your face, you trudge all the way to the library.
you sit down at your usual table and take out your supplies to begin studying. you're able to make it through half of your notes before you feel stumped. you sigh, tapping your pen against the notes you took earlier in class.
you feel your emotions rising up again. caleb was supposed to be here at the library with you to help you study for your exam. and you were so looking forward to it. something about the way caleb explains things to you, makes it so easy to understand. not to mention the way he always praises you for getting the answers right. he made studying so much more tolerable.
speak of the devil, you hear the chair next to you scrape against the ground. you don't look up, you don't want to acknowledge his presence at the moment. it's childish, yes. but you can't help the way you feel right now. you pretend to be concentrated on the papers in front of you.
caleb doesn't realize. he slides in the seat and scooches it closer to you. with his elbow on the table he rests his head on his hand and leans in closer to examine what you're looking at.
"mm, yeah. that one's a bit tricky babe. don't worry though. professor caleb's here to help!" he says with a smile.
you turn away from him with a pout on your face, "oh now professor caleb's free, huh. . ."
"what'cha mean, pips? i'm always here for you, you know that." he says while wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
you shrug it off. "i dunno. . . you seemed pretty busy earlier with all those girls at the end of class."
mirth dances in his eyes, "awhh is my widdle apple jealous right now?" he teases you.
you turn towards him with a scowl and gently hit your fist against his chest a few times. "not funny, caleb."
"hahaow- ouch! okay, okay. i'm sorry." he grabs your hands and holds them in his, pulling them up to leave gentle kisses on your knuckles. "talk to me, tell me what's goin' on in that pretty head of yours."
you sulk, "well. . . i-" you avoid eye contact.
his hands squeeze yours, thumb stroking the back of your hand. "take your time, m'listening."
your eyebrows furrow. "it's just that. . . don't you think those girls are too close? a-and it's like you don't even notice how hard they try to flirt with you. . . and i just have to sit and watch. so yes. . . i am jealous."
he takes a few moments to listen and absorb your thoughts and feelings. "i'm sorry i made you feel that way. i only ever have eyes for you, i promise." there's a slight frown on his face. "i really didn't know. i was just trynna do my best for the TA job."
he sits and thinks for a few seconds before speaking up. "tell ya what. i'll move my office hours to be online instead of in person, is that better?"
"yeah. . . m'sorry." you mumble, feeling like you're making a big deal of nothing now that he's clarified himself.
"hey, you have nothing to be sorry for, pips. if anything, i'm glad you told me. i want you to be able to tell me anything." he reassures you.
he looks down at your papers spread across the table. one by one he begins to collect them and put them back inside of your bag.
"wha- caleb, what are you doing? i still have to get through those notes." you say.
"nope." he pops the p. he looks at you with a lopsided grin, glasses slipping down his nose and his hair sticking out of his beanie. "we are gonna go walk around campus, like this." he says while slipping his hand into your back pocket and giving your ass a light squeeze. "gonna hold you nice 'n close so everyone knows who i belong to." he winks.
he slides your bag across his arm and pulls you close as you walk out of the library. "and later we're gonna go back to my dorm and i'm gonna love on you sooooo hard. you're gonna be tired of my kisses by the end of the night."
your feelings of jealousy have disappeared, a smile breaks down on your face as you feel reassured and full of love. "nah. . . i don't think that's possible." you let out a chuckle.
he laughs, warm and loud and then leans down to place a chaste kiss on your temple. "challenge accepted."
You stop naming your long list of complaintsâyour chest hurting, your head aching, how youâve been feeling nauseous, how your period isnât here yetâand look at your boyfriend, CALEB XIA, who despite saying the most horrible thing you can imagine at your rather considerable young age (no way are you ready to be a mother yet) also has a shit-eating grin on his face.
You know heâs joking. Itâs in his expression alone. Not to mention that whenever the both of you have sex, you always insist on using protection and Caleb isnât one to go against your wishes. And even if there are admittedly times wherein the heat and spur of the moment feels too much and you both decide to forgo using a condom, he makes sure to pull out every time.
Still, now that he joked about it and planted the notion in your head, youâre panicking, slapping him hard on the arm.
âOw!â He complains, surprise flashing on his eyes yet amusement remains dancing in them. âI was messing with you. Youâre not pregnant."
âAm I?â You exclaim.
âNo, of course not. We always use protection and I always pull out. You know that.â
âYeah, but those arenât entirely foolproof.â
âPip-squeak,â he says more seriously now, seeing you spiral in real time as you begin biting your thumb, âdonât. I was being a little shit. Donât overthink it. Iâm sure youâre just a few days late because of stress from work.â
âNo, noâwhat if Iâm really pregnant, Caleb?â you ask him. âYou have a point. All of what Iâve been experiencing, theyâre classic signs of pregnancy.â
âPip-squeak,â he repeats, âyouâre not pregnant.â
You glare at him, slapping him one more time on the arm that makes him yelp. âHow are you so sure, huh? Is this your body? You donât know what Iâm feeling inside!â
âI know that you only considered the idea when I mentioned itâŠâ
âBecause it didnât occur to me until then!â
âOkay, how about this,â Caleb starts, his tone patient and sweet, âIâm going to buy three pregnancy tests at the nearby convenience store. Youâll take them and Iâll wait with you for the results, okay?â
You pause, as if contemplating, and nod. âOkay. We can do that.â
âGreat.â
âBut Caleb,â you speak again just as heâs standing up and heading to your shared room to grab his wallet, âwhat if the tests come out positive?â
He stares at you, a smile present on his lips before he presses his mouth against yours like he wants to transfer that very smile to your own lips. âThen I guess weâll be a trio sooner than we reckoned, honey.â He caresses your hair. âItâll be fine. No matter what happens, youâll always have me by your side.â
An hour and a half later, you and Caleb are staring down at the three pregnancy tests on the counter of your bathroom, the three of them showing what Caleb has already been sure of despite his teasing.
All negative.
âSee? What did I tell you?â He grabs the sticks once youâre done staring at them and throws them to the small garbage bin.
You huff, warmth spreading on your cheeks and neck. âFine. Maybe I was overreacting, but it was your fault for giving me the idea!â
âI know.â He snickers.
That earns him another slap on the arm.
However, itâs nothing compared to what you utter next that truly makes an impact on his composure.
âIâm putting us on a sex ban,â you declare as you swiftly walk out of the room and beeline back to the sofa.
âWhat?â Caleb sputters, following after you.
âNo sex for a while.â You tell him again. âNot until I get my period. Not until Iâm 100% sure Iâm really not pregnant.â
âButâbut the tests already showed that you arenât!â
You sniffle. âEver heard of false negatives, Caleb?â
âBut you took three tests! Those three tests cannot all be possibly false negatives.â
âI donât care.â You cross your arms and lean back on your position on the cushions. âNo sex until my system forgives you for giving me a pregnancy scare.â
He collapses dramatically on your feet, laying his pretty face on your lap and stroking your waist like that would easily appease you. âPips, Iâm sorryâI didnât mean it that way. It was a stupid joke. You can punish me in other ways! Just donât put a sex ban on us.â
You click your tongue, matching his dramatics as you shake your head in false disappointment. âTypical, typical. I express my worries about being pregnant and yet a man only thinks about getting laid.â
âPiiiiips.â He groans, burying his head more against your lap. âDonât be cruel. Donât do this to me.â
Laughter escapes you, not being able to resist running your fingers along the dark strands of his hair at least.
Cruel or whateverâyou know youâre all talk, anyway.
If Caleb keeps up with this performance of groveling and begging, youâre positive that it wonât be long until youâre once again writhing beneath him and whimpering for more.
You were fucking ruined. You knew it. Caleb knew it. Heck, maybe your neighbors knew it too!
The way you screamed that night, cursing his name into the walls of your apartment without a care in the world. The way you arched into the bed every time he kissed your cervix. You were pretty damn sure that everyone within the vicinity heard you, and soon the whole building would know his name. You donât know how you were still walking the next day, because that man was a menace to your pussy.
Caleb was the kind of person to overindulge in his meals, you may have only allowed him a taste, but the moment the sweet juices of your cunt caressed his aching red cockâwell, to say his mind left to another world was simply an understatement.
You had wanted to try out a new âsexy moveâ that was guaranteed to have a man cum in an instant, and who was a better subject to test than Caleb; that way you could try it on your date later. His bulky back laid along the couch, not completely fitting his physique, so the rest of his legs dangled at the end; his pants and boxers pulled just enough for his cock to whip out, angry against his stomach already leaking precum in excitement.
Your thighs straddled his waist, panties discarded on the floor, your folds dripping with lust. Caleb had to fight every urge to not rut into your pussy like a dog in heat.
âMmm âkay, are you ready?â Hovering right above his boner, he could feel your heat radiating; he just nodded enthusiastically to your question, desperate to feel you on him, âYeahâyeah, whenever you are, pips.â
He saw the light from the pearly gates when your soft pudginess touched his length, head laid back in a groan, if you ended it there with yourself sat on his dick, he truly wouldnât complain. The vibrations of your muscle pulsing atop his girth forced him to inhale sharply, you were so hot, the tips of your clit licking the veins along his length, gently rocking your hips in a rhythm, you could feel every twitch as you traced along him.
It was actual fucking torture, he wasnât allowed to do anything, he couldnât pin you to the cushion and fuck you stupid, neither could he slide into your sweet hot pussy while you rode him. He was merely a test subject for your sex ideas, and as a test subject he had to lay there and look pretty while you tried to make him cum at the feeling of your warm sinful wet cunt pulsating on top of him.
You kept your movements slow and steady, sliding his foreskin back and forth, precum mixing in with your arousal acting as a lubricant for the rest of his thickness. âThat feel good, âleb?â Humming out the question, while your hips circled around his tip, hands pressed against Calebâs big chest as you found a good rhythm.
His pathetic groans were your only answer and it wasnât long before he began to spill his entire load on his t-shirt. Grey cloth stained with spurts of white goo, and the poor man making this mess was completely out of it. Breath freshly gone from his lungs, burnt like a tomato, and hips jerking from overstimulation.
But he forgot you werenât completely his yet. Just a fuck-toy. A test buddy. He was alone with his sticky left-overs while you made your way to the shower. Cleaning up before you went to your blind date, giggling to yourself of the image that would be your date when you finished with them. Breathless and creamed all over. Just like your Caleb.
caleb doesnât care much about himself, but he loves you
a/n: HAPPY BELATED JUNELEBBBBBBB !!! ive posted like three days in a row #WhoIsShe ⊠here is something for my beloved apple boy :3 i hope u guys enjoy hehe please let me know what u think !!! <33 bye bye
tags/warnings: caleb x reader, caleb being a stalker as usual, angst/comfort, mentions of skipping meals, uhhh i think thatâs it !
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caleb doesnât take care of himself if you arenât around. he tries to hide that fact from you, curbing you when you ask what heâd eaten for lunch, how many hours of sleep heâd gotten the night before, and what he was gonna eat for dinner.
âpips you worry too much about me, Iâll be fineâ heâd chuckle out over the phone, eyes burning from the lack of sleep heâd gotten. he can practically hear you pouting over the phone.
âcaleb,â you sigh out, your tone makes his smile falter. âI just want you to take care of yourself,â you add after a second of silence. his heart tugs.
âI do pips, donât worry âbout me.â he hopes you canât tell heâs lying, especially as you ask him what heâll cook for dinner. âIâll whip something up,â he says even as he stares at his empty fridge, closing it and opting instead for an orange. itâs enough to fend of any hunger for the night, he doesnât care much for food unless itâs for you.
you can tell heâs lying, his voice a little too cheery for the workday heâs had. for a moment you try to brush it off, ignoring the gnawing at your heart.
itâs caleb, your caleb. heâd take care of himself like he always does, right? he has too much love in his heart to not care for himself.
for a moment your eyes flutter shut, you will yourself to try and sleep, to be rational about this. heâs a grown man, heâs lived on his own for years. and yet, your slipping on a hoodie and shoes and heading to the train station, barely catching the last one out to sky haven.
calebâs phone dings as soon as you leave your apartment, his brows furrow as he sees the notification. where were you headed to so late?
he waits for a couple minutes before finally texting you.
caleb <3: are you still awake :P
you: hi leb :3 yeah just wanted a midnight snack but Iâm about to go to bed now
you: sleep well i love you <33
caleb stares at your texts, watching as the blue dot pinging on his screen heads into linkon city before it stays still. he stares at it for 15 minutes as itâs unmoving. panic rises in his chest, had something happened to you? did you find the tracking software on your phone? were you upset with him?
he feels his stomach churn, bile rises in his throat as he paces around his bedroom, and thenâ ding!
you: how did you make those mug cakes again?
caleb feels his heart settle, head spinning as his blood pressure slowly returns to normal. he rubs his sweaty palms on his sweats before typing a response.
it isnât until hours later, deep into the night, when youâre stepping out of a cab and walking up to calebâs house. you take a deep breath, hoping he wouldnât be too upset at you as you press your finger to the keypad and scan your eye.
the door unlocks, and you step inside the house. you never liked his house much, constantly complaining at how unlived in it looked, to which your lover always replied with, âIâm gone half the time anyway.â youâd frowned at that, arriving the next day with a picture frame of the two of you. caleb hung it up immediately.
you slipped your shoes off, footsteps padding softly over the hardwood floors and looking around. when you arrived at the kitchen your stomach sunk at the sight. not a single dirty dish, no remnants of anything being âwhipped upâ for dinner.
maybe he just packed the leftovers, you try to reason, opening the fridge and frowning at the sight. barren. a diet soda sat lonely on the fridge door. his pantry wasnât any better, a couple protein bars and an unopened box of pasta. his counter had a bottle of protein powder and one overly ripe banana.
caleb walked slowly down the hallway, his evol humming lowly around him as he rounded the corner. the second his eyes landed on your figure his shoulders slumped, relief filled his body. and then panic. you were looking at his fridge.
âyou wanna explain yourself or do i have to force it out of you, colonel?â you turn to face him with furrowed brows, a mix of anger and concern swimming in your eyes.
âpips i-â he wants to lie, wants to tell you he just ran out of groceries and was gonna go tomorrow, but the closer he steps to you, the more guilty he feels. he feels his chest tighten when your lips part slightly at the sight of the bags under his eyes.
âcaleb,â you gasp softly, fingertips barely hovering over his cheek, his eyes flutter shut, leaning into your hand until he feels your skin on his. âyou look exhausted! you told me youâd been sleeping well,â tears brim in your eyes.
when caleb opens his eyes he feels his heart stop, your red rimmed eyes staring up at him, bottom lip wobbling as the situation settled into your mind.
âbaby donât cry- please Iâm okay!â heâs immediately leaning down slightly, taking your face between his hands and kissing your tears away, you only shake your head, pulling away from his grasp, his face crumples at your actions. âpipsqueak-â you cut him off before he can say anymore.
âno,â you shake your head, âyou canât reprimand me and scold me for skipping a meal or not taking multivitamins when you donât even have food in your house!â
caleb stares at you, stunned for a moment before regaining his bearings. he hadnât seen you this distraught in so long. his heart is pounding in his ears. you cared that much? you were this worked up over him?
âi can take care of myself, baby please donât cry,â he pleads, his own eyes watering as a stray tear falls down your cheek. caleb is quick to wipe it away with his thumb, eyes frantically searching yours.
âyou say that but look at how youâre living! Iâm worried about you!â the fear in your eyes makes his gut twist, his heart falls and he feels disgusted in himself. he made you worry. he caused you pain.
âIâm sorry baby, please, please stop crying? Iâll do better- Iâll be better I promise Iâll take care of myself,â he rushes out, wiping your tears before pulling you into his firm hold. he lets you throw half hearted punches at him, lets you smack his chest as you continue to yell at him.
âyou need to sleep and eat and take care of yourself! whoâs gonna be there for me if youâre sick- or if- if you-â you bite your bottom lip, swallowing the sob threatening to leave your throat as you bury your face in his chest, finally wrapping your arms around him.
your words make his blood run cold. who would be there for you if not him? would you find someone else? another man to comfort you the way he does? another man to touch you where only he can? the thought leaves a bitter taste in his mouth as he grips you tighter. he had been thinking about this all wrong, he needs to take care of himself for you.
caleb continues his flurry of apologies, kissing the top of your head and rubbing your back. âIâm sorry pips, I donât want you to worry âbout me Iâll do better, for you.â he repeats it over and over, reassuring you heâll change his ways.
your sniffles slowly become far and few, knuckles white from how tightly you gripped calebs shirt. you let your breathing slowly even out, following his instructions to take deep breaths. each inhale fills your senses with his cologne and body wash.
âif you really love me, youâll ditch the 3-in-1,â you finally speak up, caleb immediately smiles, air filling his lungs as the weight in his chest lifts.
âbaby steps, pips,â he mumbles against the top of your head. âhow about i start with getting a good nights sleep?â you hum in agreement at his words, pulling away from his chest and wiping your stray tears with the back of your hand.
the next morning the two of you are up early and heading to the grocery store, filling the shopping cart with all the essentials your love would need.
âwhatâs that?â caleb asks, stopping in his tracks as he stares at the pill bottle.
âyour multivitamins, you better take them daily,â your eyes narrow at him, he wants to kiss you right then and there. he lets out a dramatic sigh, failing miserably at hiding the smile on his face.
âyes maâam,â he grumbles, giggling when you smack his arm.
caleb would never do anything to hurt you or make you worry. he would never break a promise heâd made to you. he reminds himself of it when he gets the urge to skip meals and survive off of power naps. and before he realizes, taking care of himself becomes a familiar habit.
he finds joy in meal prepping, giddy with excitement when he comes home and tries a new recipe he wants to perfect before you come visit again. he finally decorates his house, even buying a couple fake houseplants to add color to his life.
caleb is glad he has you and your love, heâs better for it.
incest cw bc caleb. no really explicit smut, just a desc of cum and morning wood and a lot of implied stuff and Yearning and longing. also yay some writing finally. also they are adults in this, still living w josephine. like 18 n 21 ish.
reader has a vagina is referred to as meimei. some talk about masculinity.
wc is roughly 1.1k
you wake up first. it occurs rarely and the first thing you think about is how you're going to tease caleb for sleeping late.
grandma tells you to be a good girl and wake him. the scheme starts then, you'll spook him a little then tease him after. it's your job as his little sister to annoy him, anyway.
so, you tip-toe into his room already laughing to yourself. you move slowly, smiling a little with mischief. wondering if his patience will hold true even now.
(you know it will. it's part of why you feel comfortable to do it. you'll know he'll smile and roll his eyes, tell you to quit it, pet your head good morning.
you slept and miss his hands. you'd never tell him that)
you open his door, wincing as it creaks. you almost glide on the wood floors, socks sliding, still laughing.
and then you see him.
you're distracted and can't shake it off. he looks peaceful, but your mind drifts elsewhere, too slippery for you to grasp. your heart skips.
you aren't sure if it'll help to hold your breath or not.
caleb is laying there defenseless. sunlight is pouring into his bedroom window, spilling all over him and you can see him so clearly. his body so defined that it almost seems grand, all the room he takes up. kissed with sunlight and warmth and boyish charm. his face sleeping peacefully, snoring so lightly, jaw chiseled with hair that falls into his face. broad shoulders with his arm splayed, big chest rising and falling. the light hairs at the base of his stomach and his abs toned because it's early. you miss the softness of him but you're all too aware now of how strong he is now, how athletic, how much of a man he's grown up into.
and how big he is. always has been, it feels like. every year you grew up together. he was always a head taller, shoulders suddenly spanning an inch wider. and now he takes up most of his bed but you still want to lay with him. how you used to when you were kids from some reason that should make you sick but doesn't.
you don't what the feeling is inside of you. it's too tangled with so may other. you just know he'd make room for you. and some part of you wants that and something more.
your eyes dip. lower and lower, his legs, hisâ
you're already too distracted to notice the door shutting behind you
you feel it first in your chest, your eyes wide as saucers. your heart inches slowly up the canal of your throat, threatening to fall from your mouth.
he's huge.
you've seen...you've seen his dick before. you live together, accidents happen and all. but it's never on display like this.
(never so solid. never so hard and throbbing. never so thick you can see it through the material of his boxers where he's tented, fabric having to stretch over him, sunlight casting show. never so perfectly in your reach that your hands twitch at your side with the need to touch it.)
you usually just try not to think about it at all.
orâyou only think about it when no one's home. to dampen of that feeling that crops up now and again. under your sheets with a hand in your underwear because you don't want anyone to find you wanting like that.
(don't want anyone to know, or to give yourself away. not even a breath or the rustle of clothes.)
you've never seen it hard. and you knew it was big but somehow it's bigger than what you could expect.
something you'd see in porn, some kind of exaggerated picture of masculinity but it's there in front of you. hard and heavy. but it's real, and you feel so close to it, your big brother and his cock so much like a mans, so heavy for something in his dreams. your eyes are fixed. is it too much to hope it's you he's thinking of? the thought makes your heart race.
(it's always been you, couldn't be anybody else).
the tip is already with with pre-cum, you notice. the detail was almost lost on you from how slight.
but a beat or two passes and then
his breathing gets more erratic, and his dick twitches endlessly and suddenly you see something come outâ
you can't help but watch gege cum. it's the only thing you've ever wanted in your life. your deepest desire spread out for you, no one else to bear witness. your heart is hammering so loud it's ringing in your ears and you can't form words. your whole world tilts on it's axis. a flowering blooming in the dark.
your body feels like it's burning up from the inside. you shift your weight from one leg to another, body frozen with a molten pit in your core.
you're so wet. like you came a little. an impossibility to your arousal that makes you shudder. your knees feel weak. your pj shorts are going to soak through, a thought in the haze of your mind.
you almost don't hear caleb at all. it's all white noise except for his voice. kind and soft and perfect.
"meimei," he murmurs.
you jump in your skin, voice shaky. you try not to show it. "hi,"
"you sound sweet," caleb says, eyes still closed. you clench a little. "must be dreaming still. c'mere,"
he thinks he's dreaming. you take a few step towards him, body moving like a marionette, and when you're close enough caleb grabs you, pulling you into bed.
and you feel it, his cock throbbing and pressed into your body as you fall in next to him, your back to his chest. his hip rock unthinkingly into you as soon as your close enough, and he shuddersâand all of a sudden, there's something hot and sticky spilling on your skin, on your thighs where your shorts are riding up and you can't breathe with how aroused you are, how much you need it. need gege's cock, the only one worth your time.
now you know for sure.
want makes your throat close up, words coming out like you're choking them out of you.
"...gotta wake up, gege"
"five more minutes pipsqueak," he presses a kiss to the crown of your head, so sweet and kind. like lovers. "promise,"
minutes stretch into what feels like hours as you wait for caleb to lull himself back into sleep. you push back against your wants like trying to push boulders. you pull yourself away even when there's a voice in you that urges you to push and push and push. trying to quiet an all-consuming hunger, you carefully peel yourself away. each time you move a limb off of you, it gets a little quieter.
but it never quite leaves your mind. not enough to let you forget.
you tiptoe down the hallway, away to your room. a wetness slicking your thighs as you walk yourself down, opening and closing your door. you hear grandma shouting for you and the noise is muffled, not loud enough to shake your thoughts as you stumble back into bed with your legs like a newborn fawn.
it quiets again and you let your hips rock against your bed, a name you whisper like keeping a lovenote under your pillow.
"Caleb, Caleb!" you chirp, leaning over the couch and tugging on his sleeve, distracting him from working on his new model.
"What's up?" He switches his attention to you effortlessly, as if it had never left you in the first place.
"Look," you prompt, handing him your phone with a short, silly video of a strange looking baby bird on it. It flaps around a few times and runs in a circle, before falling over.
Caleb chuckles and watches it a second time before giving the phone back to you, a playful sparkle in his eyes. "Very cute, pips. You know, it kinda reminds me of you."
You furrow your brow in confusion, looking at the video then looking back up at him. He started working on his model again, nonchalant, but the little smirk on his face suggests he's still awaiting your reply. "Why?"
"You were just like that when you were little. You'd trip and fall over so easily, then you'd reach your tiny arms up to ask me to help you back up." His smirk morphs into a grin, no longer trying to hide his amusement.
"No I didn't." You pout, which seems to be what he was looking for, as his expression absolutely lights up.
"Yeah, you sure did. I remember how you'd call out for me, too. 'Caleb! Caleb, help!'"
"I did not!" Your pout turns into a giggle as you throw your phone aside in favor of tackling him, pinning him down to the cushions with one hand on his shoulder, ruffling his hair with the other.
He laughs along with you, his ears turned a subtle shade of pink as he pinches your cheek. "Cross my heart. You know what else you used to do? You'd-"
You cut him off by pressing a hand to his mouth, muffling whatever embarrassing anecdote he had on the tip of his tongue. "I don't wanna know!"
He suddenly wraps his arms around your back and pulls you down into him, effortlessly withstanding your attempts to squirm free. "Y'know, all this reminiscing makes me want cuddles. Let's take a nap like we did back then."
"Caleb-!"
He doesn't even let you protest. "Nope. You've activated Caleb's bear trap mode. You're not goin' anywhere until I'm done with you."
You whine a little, but ultimately settle, snugly nestled against him. There might not be as much space as there was when you napped on the couch as kids, but you'd always make it work.
tags: mdni (dark content + smut), afab reader, lightly proofread, mean caleb :(, dubcon/kinda noncon?, yandere tendencies, colonel caleb is having a power trip, fingering, p in v, degradation, spanking, power imbalance, choking, marking/biting, bondage (using evol), colonel/cadet name calling, use of sir, wait until hr hears about this!
word count: 2.2k
It was no surprise you were being called to Colonel Calebâs office. You had spent all day away from him, working with his subordinates on upcoming battle plans. The day had been a pleasant change of pace, and you got to laugh with people you usually barely saw. A few of Calebâs officers had even become friendlier, cracking their usual deadpan demeanors to make a few jokes and offer their insight. You smiled to yourself, expecting praise from your childhood best friend. Arriving at the colonelâs office, you raised your fist to knock on the closed door.
âEnter.â His deep voice resounded before your knuckles had the chance to brush against the wood. You cocked an eyebrow, but entered nonetheless, pulling the door shut behind you.
Caleb was turned away, his broad back facing you. He was staring out the window listlessly, hands folded behind his back. The temperature of the room dropped by a few degrees, and you suppressed a shiver as you took a few steps towards the colonel.
âI assume you are wanting a repo-â âSit.â His interruption wiped the small smile off of your lips as you stopped in your tracks. The coldness of his voice made something twist deep inside your gut. Something was off. Not wanting to poke at the flame, you slipped into the chair in front of his desk, waiting expectantly for an explanation.
Caleb turned, resting his hands on his desk as he leaned forward ever so slightly, the intensity in his eyes making you jolt. There was no light in the violet, darkness encasing the amethyst pools as he stared at you. His mouth was set in a thin line, more angry than displeased. The colonelâs cap rested slightly askew on his head, like he had been messing with it before you came in.
âIs⊠is everything okay?â Worry laced your voice as you traced your childhood best friendâs features. He suddenly stood up, laughing listlessly. Caleb pulled off his hat, running a hand through his hair as his laughter died out.Â
âI have a question for you, cadet.â Your back unconsciously straightened at the use of the title.
âYes, sir.â You answered dutifully, forever the good soldier trying to please him. Your understanding of the situation and the colonelâs attitude was still naught, but you were eager for answers.
âPlease recite the assignment I gave you this morning.â Clearing your throat, you began to list off exactly what your colonel asked of you.
âAt 0700 hours, rendezvous with the second in command, and brief him on daily protocol. Shadow him until 1300, then meet with your subordinates to create milita plans for the upcoming skirmish. Create a plan and run drills to create formations. At 1900, come to your office and give report. Sir.â Your eyes nervously flitted to the clock, wondering if you had somehow managed to be late. However, the time showed that you had been, in fact, early, as it was only just now your agreed upon meeting time.
âCan you tell me where in those orders I said to flirt with my officers?â Your jaw fell open, an incredulous laugh escaping before you could stop it. Calebâs eyes were burning with a fire you had never seen before.Â
âExcuse me?â You tried to stand up, only just now realizing that Caleb was using his evol to secure your hands to the armrests of the chair, and your feet to the legs. You pulled helplessly, warning bells going off in your head.
âI saw the way you were laughing with them. You even touched Liamâs arm. What were you talking about?â He circled the desk as he spoke, coming to stand in front of you before dropping down, his fingers wrapping around your chin. Caleb pulled your chin softly, forcing you to meet his eyes. âI wonder what he couldâve said that was so funny⊠what he did that made you want to touch him so bad. Go ahead and tell me, cadet.â
âHe was telling me about his fatherâs recent passing, I was just trying to comfort him.â Your eyebrows knit together as you desperately tried to explain. âI wasnât flirting, I swear I donât see him in that way, sir.â Caleb tilted your chin as you spoke, his fuming violet eyes dropping to your lips.
âIt seems like someone has forgotten their place here.â You opened your mouth to argue back, but no words escaped because the colonel had already sealed his lips over yours. Gasping into his mouth, you tried to pull back, but he simply followed you. Air was a luxury, the kiss so intense that you shut your eyes, panting into Calebâs mouth. Your sounds only made him hungrier, his tongue forcing its way past your lips. Without thinking, you pushed forward, biting down on his bottom lip. He finally pulled away, a dark glint in his eyes as his tongue darted out to lick up the blood from your bite.
âI think I need to remind you who you belong to. Isnât that right, cadet?â He released his evol for a moment, giving you a chance to jump up. You shoved him and turned to leave. Unfortunately, you didnât make it very far, as his evol pulled you back and pushed you against his desk, your chest pressing against the papers laid out on the wooden surface as it bent you over.
âUgh!â You fought back as hard as you could against the force but couldnât resist it, as it pushed your cheek against the cool wood and secured your hands behind your back. Caleb came up from behind, pressing against your ass. You could feel the bulge in his pants as he pushed it against you, and a small whimper escaped your lips.
He leaned over, subtly grinding himself against you. His warm chest pressed against your back, and he began to nibble at your ear, breath hitching as you shifted to try and wiggle out from underneath him.
âIf you want to act like a slut, Iâm going to treat you like one, cadet.â Your insides clenched at the use of your title in such a dirty situation. His tongue ran along the shell of your ear before he pulled back and straightened. With one hand pressed against your back to keep you bent over, Caleb reached lower, yanking your slacks down in one pull. You shivered as the cool air hit your slick and uncovered cunt.
âGod, youâre already soaked. Fuck.â The colonel groaned, reaching down and collecting some of your fluid on his fingers. He brought them up to his face, studying it for a moment before putting them into his mouth and sucking them clean. You swore he got harder against you.Â
âItâs like you enjoy it when I treat you like this.â Caleb punctuated his words by slipping two fingers inside of you, beginning to thrust them in and out slowly. You gasped and trembled at the intrusion, trying to fight against the restraints. When you started squirming against him, the colonel rewarded you with a swift smack to your ass, leaving the skin to darken from the impact.
âAh ah ah little cadet, you need to listen to your colonel. It seems you need to learn how to follow orders better.â His pace was steady in a way that caused a certain feeling to build in your tummy. You pressed your cheek to the wood so you could turn your head, glancing at Caleb behind you. His burning violet eyes were downcast, watching with careful adoration at the way your pussy sucked on his fingers, liquid dripping down his digits into his palm. You bit your lip to keep the small whimpers and moans from escaping. Calebâs eyes snapped up at this behavior, heavy lidded as he trained his gaze on your mouth.Â
âDonât you dare do that.â He snarled, reaching forward to squish your cheeks until you released your lip. âI want to hear everything.â Embarrassment made your face heat, and you diverted your eyes away.
Now that there was nothing stopping your noises, you whimpered against the wood, the pressure only building inside of you. With his free hand, your colonel caressed your side, stopping to squeeze at your hip. You squeaked in surprise.
âYouâre so perfect. Makes me so mad when you want to be naughty, pips.â He brought his hand back down to your ass to grab a handful and squeeze. You tightened around his fingers, stars swimming in your vision. You were so close.
âCum for me, cadet. Show your colonel what a slut you are.â Under his command, you let out a high pitched whine, seizing around his digits. Your body shook against the wooden surface under you as your legs twitched. He didnât stop thrusting until you slumped against the desk, heavy pants leaving your open lips.
âWhat a good job you did⊠You deserve a reward for being such a good little cadet.â Calebâs fingers left you, your hole clenching around the emptiness. You heard the buckle of his belt as he dropped his pants just low enough to free his dick. You couldnât see it because of your position, but you felt it heavy and hot as it rested against your ass. All you could do was gulp in anticipation.
âGotta feed this greedy hole, huh? Donât want her to go hungry.â Caleb grabbed ahold of your cheeks, spreading them just enough to line himself up with your pussy. He pushed himself inside in one thrust, a sharp gasp escaping your lips. Despite the prep, the stretch was almost unbearable. He was so large, you didnât even know if you could fit him. Caleb threw his head back, letting out a low groan at the feeling of you clamping down on his cock.
âThis is what you were made for, pipsqueak. And it's all for me.â He whispered reverently, grabbing ahold of your hips as he pulled all the way out and slammed himself back in. âOnly me.â
His pace was relentless. Whimpers and moans tumbled out of your lips before you could even think to stop them. Your breath was being knocked out of you as you were speared on his massive dick. The sound of skin meeting skin was downright obscene. You did your best to keep your sounds as low as possible, realizing that other staff members might hear you. Like Caleb read your mind, he plowed into you harder, lifting a hand to smack your ass again.
âLet them hear you, cadet. Let them hear how slutty you are and how good your colonel takes care of you.â âUg-ugh⊠NoâŠâ You protested, yelping as he spanked you again. He reached around to take care of your bundle of nerves, rubbing rough circles in a way that made your toes curl.
You began to lose control of your legs, the stimulation too much for you to handle. Calebâs evol lifted you, and he backed up slightly, letting his powers flip you around until your back was against the desk. He pushed himself back inside, dropping his head to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss. You could still taste the iron from where you bit him earlier. Everything felt fuzzy as he resumed rubbing circles into your clit. You arched up into the touch, moaning into his mouth. He swallowed every sound before breaking the kiss.
Calebâs mouth trailed down to your neck, specifically the part that was visible above your uniform. He found a spot on the side and bit down hard. You gasped, your pussy clenching onto him as you felt his tongue lave out to soothe the sore skin. He moved a bit over and bit you again. Your walls tightened again, liquid gushing out of you and coating his nether regions further.
âGotta make sure everyone can see who this dirty girl belongs to.â He whispered before biting down for a third time. Tears collected in the corners of your eyes as pain blended with pleasure. Your brain could no longer differentiate between the two, and you moaned when he bit you for the fourth time, feeling the knot tightening inside. You were almost there.
Caleb sat up, bringing his hand to your neck and tracing the marks he left. Without warning, he gripped the side of your neck, tightening his hold slightly. Your vision swam, and you felt the knot pull taught.
âCum for me one more time.â The knot snapped. âC-caleb!â You whimpered, grabbing his hand and holding it on your throat as you clamped down onto him.
âShit.â He choked, his hips stuttering against you as he emptied himself, the hot liquid pulsing inside of you. Your pussy twitched as he held you there, panting and staring down at the spot where you two were still connected. Your breaths were labored as he removed his hand from your throat, eyes glossy and face dewy with post orgasm glow. Calebâs gaze softened as he looked down at you, the picture of wrecked.Â
âPips⊠are you okay?â He removed himself from you gently, reaching into his pocket to pull out a handkerchief to dab at your face. You nodded wordlessly, fully spent from the encounter. He gently kissed each of your cheeks, then cradled your face with his hands.
âI love you baby.â You looked into his eyes, seeing love, adoration and obsession. You could never escape him, even if you tried. But something deep inside, far away from logical thought, didnât mind at all.
the people have spoken! i hope you guys enjoyed this, its really my first time writing anything degradation-wise, and its darker than i usually write as well... i guess we shall see what the people think muhehehe. credits to @angeliicide for the cute apple dividers!
- kitty
In which the brothers + dateables take care of you after you get your wisdom teeth removed.
Incl. 7 demon brothers + simeon, solomon, dia, & barbatos.
LUCIFER
When he heard you were going for the operation he was calm, knowing it was just something humans had to do and that you would be fine. Well, thats what he told you anywayâbut secretly he did background checks on all the dentists and read up to see if there was a high mortality rate for humans.
Humours you by answering each and every dumb question you have, like why the sky is blue or how him and all his brothers look so different despite claiming they're related.
Has to remind himself that youâre currently in the clouds when you accidentally insult him by pointing out how many grey hairs he has or the size of his forehead. He just helps you into bed and hums to you until you fall asleep, deciding that just this once heâll let you get away with the teasing.
MAMMON
Lucifer has to physically drag him back from trying to come with you when you go for the operation. He doesnât trust any âshady dentists digging around in your mouth!â and is convinced itâll somehow go wrong and you wonât come back. #lesson16trauma
Keeps trying to make you say stupid things so he can catch it on video, like that heâs the best and richest demon youâve ever met. But when you really do say it with that dopey smile on your face his face turns bright red.
Since you have zero filter thanks to the anesthesia, he decides to be honest too, and whispers how much he loves you without any defensive âidiotâ or other ways of hiding how he really feels thrown in there. He only says it since he knows you wonât remember, but hey, itâs practice so he can spit those words out when youâre not knocked up on drugs.
LEVIATHAN
He thinks the whole thing is ridiculous, I mean how can humans be so weak that even their teeth are against them? Despite saying that, he keeps an eye on you while youâre coming down from the anesthesia, and even lets you win when you insist on playing games despite the fact you can barely stay seated on his gaming chair.
At first he was worried that under the the anesthesia you might say all your âreal feelingsâ about him; so sure that deep down you hate him and are just pretending to like him. But he gets none of that, and for once all his self-doubt is gone for a while.Â
He adds extra pillows and blankets to his bathtub for you to sleep in after, the cold atmosphere of his room keeping the pillows cold and soothing against your cheek.
SATAN
Heâs probably the only one whose ever heard of wisdom teeth before, and he makes sure to do further research to give you foods and drinks like pineapple juice that he learned are supposed to help lessen the swelling.
Still, remedies can only do so much, so when you come back and still have some initial swelling, he holds icepacks to your cheeks for you and secretly asks Asmo to snap a pic. He canât help that he has a soft spot for cute things, and you share a striking resemblance to a cute, chubby-cheeked-cat at the moment.
When you refuse to sleep despite being barely able to keep your eyes openâthe anesthesia making you strangely stubbornâhe reads to you until you fall asleep and replaces the gauze in your mouth for you when needed.
ASMODEUS
Immediately records it. He doesnât post it anywhere of course, heâs not cruel, but those videos of you babbling and telling secrets you wouldnât even say to a priest will be in an album on his phone when he misses you and wants to hear your laugh.
He thinks you look absolutely adorable with your face all puffed up. He even gently kisses your cheeks and calls you a chipmunk; though once the anesthesia wears off and they start aching heâll stick to kisses on your forehead for the time being.Â
Since solids are too hard on you he spoon feeds you yogurt with a fruit drizzle, even tucking a napkin under your chin like a makeshift bib to protect the shirt he knows you like. Basically he treats you like youâre made of porcelain the whole time, and heâs actually a little sad when you heal up and he doesnât get to take care of you anymore.
BEELZEBUB
When the brothers are lost on what to feed someone whose mouth is in pain, heâs the one who recommends different soft, cold foods for you. He buys yogurt, pudding, apple sauce and all kinds of fruits for smoothies.
All is well until you see him eating a piece of pizza in the kitchen and suddenly youâre sobbing because your hazy mind canât understand why he gets to eat that when youâre stuck eating retirement-home food.Â
Ultimately he ends up making the biggest sacrifice by abstaining from eating any of his favourite, delicious foods, and joining you in your bland, soft diet like a parent trying to convince their toddler vegetables are tasty. Itâs absolute torture, but he would do anything to make you feel comforted and happy.
BELPHEGOR
As soon as he sees you with your cheeks puffed up like a ballon he bursts out laughing. He has no problem with telling you that you look ridiculous, even taking photos which will be sent to the family groupchat later (tho he will cave and delete them if you really hate them).
He doesnât mind how groggy the anesthesia makes you since it means youâll nap with him, but really he stays awake, watching you to make sure you donât accidentally swallow the cotton balls in your mouth.
Sets a picture of you as his lockscreen. You think heâs just being a dick and wants to make fun of you (its partly that), but really he thinks you look cute and wanted to keep the memory.
SIMEON
He thinks youâre just the cutest thing he's ever seen. He feels bad that you had to go through that and deal with being in pain until you fully heal, but he canât help but love how honest and open you are thanks to the anesthesia. You say just about everything that comes to mind, and he happily listens to your ramblings for hours while fighting the urge to squish your puffed cheeks.
At some point for whatever reason you catch him with his wings out and gasp so loudly that he jumps. âYouâreâŠan angel.â You look up at him with so much wonder in your eyes, and he canât help but laugh. He finds your reaction adorable, right up until you suddenly burst out crying. âMammon was right!! They did kill me!!!!â
He then has to spend the next hour consoling you and trying to reassure you that you are very much alive. Eventually you just pass out, and he lays his wings over you like a blanket as he joins you.
SOLOMON
He tries to helpful, he really does. Since you canât eat any solids at the moment he decides to go out of his way to make you some soup! Simeon and Luke arenât sure how it slipped past them, but before they could stop him Solomon had already fed you some.
They were preparing to say their goodbyes when you actuallyâŠliked it? And rather than spontaneously combusting, your gums actually healed?Â
No one knows how it happened, but it's a miracle it did. The angels are beyond relieved and Solomon is actually a little sad that it means he wonât get to take care of you longer, so he coddles you as much as he can while the anesthesia is still under effect.
DIAVOLO
When you tell him about your wisdom teeth he's fascinated. Heâs never heard of that before, and asks you a million questions about them. Humans really are such a strange species, why would they grow something that canât even fit in their mouths?
He loves you being under anesthesia. He keeps cracking dumb, unfunny jokes just to hear you giggle like heâs the funniest person in the world. You two talk for hours, and he doesnât feel like he could ever get tired of hearing your voice.
As interesting as he finds the whole situation, he's sad you have to be in pain, so he takes the day off and has Barbatos prepare the best soft foods, cold icepacks, and fresh gauze that he replaces for you every half hour.
BARBATOS
By far the best caretaker you could ask for. You donât have to move a muscle, hes there to pick you up once the operation is done and has the spare bedroom stocked and ready.
He wants you to heal up well, so he takes the process very seriously. He only feeds you soft foods no matter how much you beg for a burger, and even spoon feeds you some soothing soup because you refuse to eat otherwise. He lets you get away with being a little bit of a brat since youâre under the influence, and definitely not because he finds it hard to stay mad at you when your face is puffed up like a marshmallow.
What was that? You saw him pull out a polaroid camera just now? No, surely you must be seeing things. Time to change your gauze!
a/n: I had so much fun with this ask, thank you for the request! Most of the demons are confused because I imagine they donât have wisdom teeth, just a mouth full of razor sharp fangs!
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