Caleb is a proud brat enabler. He likes it when you feel like you're in power, like you can tell him whatever and he'll do it. So maybe this was his own fault, maybe he had been a bit too lenient and maybe he had to remind you that as much as he likes to indulge you; gege is boss.
He couldn't blame you for being upset when he messaged you, already 2 hours late for your date, that he couldn't make it. Another emergency at the fleet. It had been a while since you had last seen him, work had been gobbling up both of your time, you were stressed out of your mind and you missed him. So, so much.
You knew it wasn't his fault, you're fully aware of that snakes den called his work. Yet you couldn't help but vent your frustration at him. No matter how much he pleaded, promising to zoom over to your shared house in bloomshore the second he could get away, you weren't having it.
'Just stay at that stupid fleet, Caleb. I'll make other plans.' was the last message you sent before putting your phone on silent, ignoring his begging words.
Luckily for you, you didn't have to be bored tonight. Initially you had declined Tara and Simone's offer to go party. They had teased you saying: "Do you have plans with that 'cousin' of yours?" and "Aren't you guys awfully close for cousins?". It's clear they knew there was a lot more to the story, so you deducted that they wouldn't mind too much if you complained about Caleb to them a bit.
When Caleb finally managed to escape seemingly never ending meetings and briefings about the fuck ups of his subordinates, he rushed to Bloomshore. But the lights were off, the thermometer was on low and the house was empty. Caleb rubs his hands over his face in frustration. After all these days of not seeing you, all these days filled only with work, work and work... All he wanted was to hold you on his arms, even if you'd be beating on his chest with puffed up cheeks, calling him a dummy for coming home so late.
And then he can't help himself. He knows he shouldn't do it, he knows you don't like it, but when you're acting like this, how can he not be worried? And so he opens the tracking app that he secretly connected to your phone, only to see the glowing red dot that signals your location perfectly placed in your apartment.
Had you lied about making other plans? Determined to make up with you, he heads over to your apartment. As he speeds through Linkon city, all he can think about is holding you close, safe in his arms. Just the two of you in your own little world, warm like those summer nights when you were younger.
But that fantasy shatters when he walks into your apartment. "Pipsqueak? Are you here?"
No matter how much he searches every room in your little apartment, he doesn't catch a glimpse of you. And your phone that he was tracking? On the kitchen table with on the display 87 messages and 24 missed calls from 'Big Dummy'. In your anger you had changed his name to 'Big Dummy'.
He was prepared to turn the whole city upside down to find you, but luckily for him there was another message on the display.
'Simone: We're at the gate! Come down🥳'
Knowing you were with friends put him slightly at ease, but it didn't calm the storm brewing inside of him. We're you seriously being this petty over something that he couldn't control? You should know more than anyone that he wants nothing more than to be by your side at all times! And no message at all? What if something had happened to you? Why would you put him through his worst fear like this?
And then it dawned upon him. He had been too nice, too soft hearted. Too indulgent of your every whim to the point that you felt like it was okay to punish him if he couldn't immediately meet your demands. Maybe it was time to remind you that at the end of the day, he is in charge.
He would wait in your apartment. Even if minutes felt like hours, he would remain patient as he'd wait for you to come home. He was prepared to wait until the sun rose again, but lucky for him, he soon spotted you, hoist up in between your girl friends as they practically dragged you home. Perfectly in time before the thunder from the dark skies rolls in.
"And you know what? He just ditched me! That's even worse than blowing up!" He hears your slurred words from the hallway as your friends desperately try to get your finger on the panel at the door.
"Yeah, he blew you off.. you told us.. quite a lot actually." Simone's voice, he recognises it.
"Wait... did she just say he 'blew up'?" Tara's voice questions, but she is easily distracted by the happiness of finally opening the door.
Both of your friends shriek when they swing the door open and are met with Caleb's statue, still clad in his fleet uniform, partially illuminated by a perfectly timed lightning strike outside. You, however, only frown and glare.
The coldness in Caleb's face warms up a bit when he addresses your friends, but the smile doesn't reach his eyes. "Sorry, did I scare you? I was waiting for... my cousin, since she wasn't answering her phone. I hope she didn't cause the two of you too much trouble?" He says to them, but his eyes never leave you.
"It's fine..." Simone begins "She just needed to blow off some steam, that's what friends are for.."
"I guess so... I'll take it from here, I ordered you girls a cab when I saw you arrive. Take it as my apology for my cousins behaviour, it can take you back to the city or to your homes, whichever you like." Caleb announces.
"Thanks, but are you sure you've got it?" Tara says, unsure if she should be more worried for him or for you at this point.
"Don't worry, I've dealt with her in worse states before." He reassures and the girls take it as their sign to leave.
When the door closes behind your friends and you open your mouth, ready to unleash your frustration onto Caleb verbally, he beats you to it.
"Sit down." He hisses, pointing at the bar stool next to your kitchen island. You want to object, fight back, but he doesn't let you. "I suggest you keep quiet until you've sobered up. I said sit down."
You weren't listening to him, you were just sitting down because your legs are tired. Or atleast, that's what you tell yourself. It's definitely not because you don't think you've ever seen Caleb this angry and you're definitely not even a little intimidated by it.
He grabs a glass, filling it with water and slamming it onto the kitchen island so hard that you are surprised it didn't shatter. Then he pulls out another bar stool and sits in front of you, a stern expression on his face as he states you down.
There's none of his usual softness. No pleads for you to take cate of yourself, no teases to get you to hydrate, no gentleness like you're used to. And that might be even more sobering than the water.
You sit there in silence for a while, Caleb's eyes never leaving your face until he's sure there is more brightness in your eyes, until he's sure you're sober enough to actually understand what will be happening.
"... why are you here?" Are the first words you say to him. There's some bitterness but even more confusion.
He scoffs at your question.
"Well, if you had checked your phone, maybe you would've known that I went to Bloomshore as soon as I could, hoping to find my sweet pipsqueak there. Yet I was greeted with nothing but silence. Then I went to your apartment, only to find that empty too. The only trace of your recent presence being your phone and a bunch of missed notifications from someone called 'Big Dummy'."
There is a moment of silence between the two of you before he speaks again.
"I've indulged you too much... So I guess I am also partly to blame for this. But that doesn't mean you'll get away with it."
In one swift motion he grabs your wrist, dragging you with him to the couch, not caring if you're stumbling behind him. Before you can regain your balance, you are sprawled over his lap, head down, ass up.
He doesn't waste any time, hand lifting the fabric of your skirt, the one you put on to go dancing but you never made it past the pregame bar. His gloved hand rubs the plump flesh, kneading it occasionally.
"You know, I don't mind you being a brat... if anything, I enjoy it. I don't mind being walked like a dog if it's by you," his hand raises "but you've become unreasonable."
You yelp as his hand meets your skin, the sound of the slap echoing through your apartment.
"I try to give you anything you want. No matter how much it takes, how much it costs, how much time it needs... yet I never hear a thank you."
Another strike on the other cheek. Tears spring in your eyes, but he continues.
"Instead you punish me when I can't immediately deliver? Oh no, no, no... that's not how it works, pipsqueak."
Another strike. You sob as he rubs the skin, not just because it hurts, also because guilt creeps up. Yet, for some reason, you can't help but rub your thighs together. Something about the unfamiliar way he's acting, the strictness, the roughness, it makes you feel tingly. He notices the way you squirm in his lap and the wet spot forming on your panties.
He bites down on the tip of his glove, releasing his hand from it, before pulling down the undergarment. He goes back to rubbing and kneading the now bared, red and sensitive skin.
"All that attitude, all that demanding..." his voice is softer now "yet I turn into your dog the second you look at me with those eyes and ask gege for anything... 'gege, I want ice cream', 'gege, take me to the zoo' or 'gege, I don't want to do my homework anymore'..."
His fingers gilde down the back of your thighs before carefully settling between them.
"And now? Is there anything you want from gege? Say it.."
His fingers slide through your lower lips and your mind instantly goes mush. Your wetness instantly coats his fingers and he has to hold back from not immediately plunging his fingers inside your core, desperate to make you feel good. He wants you to ask nicely first.
So when he pulls his fingers away from where you need him most and you let out a desperate moan, he can't help but let out an amused hum.
He leans down to your ear.
"All you need to do is ask gege nicely, pipsqueak... you know I can never say no to you..." he whispers in a low tone that sends a shiver down your spine.
You want to fight, you want to object, but God are you desperate for his touch.
You yelp as his hand collides with the sensitive skin of your ass.
"Nuh-uh... you don't get to call me that right now." He taunts as his hand soothingly rubs the skin he just struck.
You grumble some angry words under your breath, but the way he sucks in his breath and roughly kneads your flesh warns you to be careful.
".... gege..." you plead, but the way he avoids touching you where you need him, tells you it isn't enough. "... touch me."
"I should've thought you better..." he mutters but there's something sultry in his tone, "but it's never to late to learn... ask nicely."
You turn your head to face him, ready to tell him off, but his sadistic smirk makes you reconsider. He doesn't like withholding, but if he can teach you a lesson right now, he'll do it.
"Gege... please..." you mumble defeated.
"Please what, pipsqueak?" He asks awfully sweet. "Use your words... you're a big girl, right? Big enough to drink yourself stupid, so the least you can do is use big girl words... now, ask properly."
Too desperate to fight, you push your pride to the side.
"Gege... please, touch me... I need you..."
"Good girl." He grins before slipping his fingers inside of you.
You gasp as his fingers work their way around your inside, repeatedly hitting the right places. His thumb circles your clit, making sure you're stimulated from both the inside and outside.
"Feels good, huh? Gege is making you feel good, right?" He says prideful and breathlessly. You can feel him growing hard as he pokes into your side.
"You look so pretty... all of your cheeks are red, pipsqueak, like little apples.."
His digits are being sucked in by your entrance, the throbbing and grip fueled by his words.
"Tell gege how good it feels..." he demands.
"Feels.. s-so good..." you stammer "please... don't- don't stop! Need more..."
Using his teeth, he takes off his other glove, putting his bared fingers in your mouth. You suck on them, desperately wanting to feel him everywhere.
The fingers inside your pussy speed up as he feels you tighten around them, rubbing the right spot religiously while you moan and gag around the fingers in your mouth.
It doesn't take much more for you to come undone all over his hand, loud moans leaving your mouth resembling the word "gege" but not quite being fully coherent.
He let's you ride it out, slowing down until your body goes limp in his lap. His fingers gently pull out of you, a string of your juices still attached to them. He curses under his breath, mesmerised by the hotness of it all.
With a little help of his evol, he turns your body so you're straddling his lap, juices still dripping onto him, but he likes that.
You're shaking a little so he pulls you into his chest, hand gently tapping the back of your head.
"There, there.... you were so good for gege..." he whispers into your ear. "Such a pretty, good girl..."
A kiss on your forehead helps you ground back to reality.
"You know I don't make you wait on purpose, right?" He begins, sounding a bit more serious now. "As much as I want to be by your side at all times, I can't do so until I've gotten rid of everything that could harm you... I want to give you everything you wish for, but sometimes it will take time... and I get that it makes you upset, but I'd rather you hit me and curse me for being late until you're no longer angry than you disappearing on me. You understand?"
You push off from his chest, just enough to look up at him and slam your fist onto his chest.
"You were late... Big dummy.."
The surprise on his face is quickly taken over by a boyish smile. He places a quick peck on your lips.
"I know, I'm sorry... but I promise, for the next few days, nothing and no one can take me away from you... I'll be all yours, all yours to keep by your side and command..."
"Really? Then... gege, let me help you with that..." You say as your hand slides down his torso to the tent that still stands proud in his pants.
Before you can say anything else, you're hoisted up into his arms as he carries you to your bedroom.
"Whatever you wish, colonel pips..."
(((Uhm... hi... its been a while lol..
So long story short; I'm in uni again, life has still been kicking mi ass, this was supposed to be like a 15 minute drable yet I spent the whole evening on it.. y'know how it go...
Anyway, hope u enjoyed, didn't proof read or anything... hihi
P.s. for those confused about the "cousin" part, I recommend you look up the cn version of calebs latest free 4 star.. it also makes the memory make a lot more sense in my opinion..
P.s.s. I'm not going to promise I'll be working on requests or anything soon because I'll feel bad if it doesn't work out, sorryyy 🙏🏻
P.s.s.s. hope everyone is good🩷
P.s.s.s.s. i have almost 300 wishes saved up, caleb 3rd myth when??? )))
