⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆
ʚ feat: Idol!Caleb & reader
ʚ cont: fingering, confessions, virgin!reader & caleb, oral (r!receiving), body worship, sooooooo much dirty talk, caleb talks you through it, handsfree orgasm (caleb cums in his pants... duh)
“I’ve waited,” kiss. “So long,” kiss. “To do this.” kiss. Caleb’s kisses scorch your skin, burning your flesh from off your bones as he trails kisses down your neck. His wandering hands are insatiable, siding lower and lower down your hip until he reaches your bare thigh, where he grabs you and wraps your leg around his ass.
A grunt escapes him as he thrusts forward at the same time he pulls your thigh into him. His arousal, so evident in his slacks, presses right against your through the sorry excuse of undershorts you're wearing.
You know you should stop before you get any further, separate from his love-drunk kisses before he pulls you down into the depths with him and devours you whole, but you can’t stop. It’s impossible to pull away when he kisses you as if he needs the air in your very lungs to stay afloat in the middle of the roughest waves in the unforgiving ocean.
“Do you want me too?” he whispers against your lips, pulling away just long enough to utter those words before he dives back in and kisses your lips again. “Do you want this as bad as I do?” His hand, that still hasn’t ceased its exploring, trails around your outer thigh, forcing itself between your bodies. The backs of his fingers brush your inner thigh, way too close to a place that’s so sensitive—a spot he’s never been before. A spot no one has been before.
“Caleb—” you gasp, fingers grappling at the fabric covering his broad back.
He groans, the sound debauched and raw. His fingers brush closer. “Don’t make me stop,” he whispers, pulling back to hold your eyes as he caresses you in a spot that makes you burn. His lips part ever so slightly alongside his hooded eyes that lower with his furrowed eyebrows. His expression is so honest, so full of need and withheld desire, he’s burning from it, seconds from being devoured.
“We don’t have time…” you whisper, a hand curling into the short strands of hair at the base of his neck. Despite your words, you still don't pull away. You know they’re logical, but that doesn’t have to mean you want logic.
Caleb nods, still holding your gaze. “I’ll be quick.”
His fingers brush your clothed cunt.
You gasp.
He sucks in a sharp breath. “Please.” His fingers turn over until the pads of his fingers are pressing against your cunt over your shorts, touching that wet spot that formed the moment you saw him in his outfit. “Please.” he moans again, moaning at the same time your eyes roll back in your head.
Your head tips back, exposing your neck, and Caleb leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the center of your throat. Your fingers tangle in his hair as he slides down slowly, kissing the dip of your neck. “Please.” across your clavicle. “Please.”
He slides his hand up your stomach, teasing the sensitive flesh above the hem of your shorts before he’s slipping his fingers beneath the band, reaching past the barrier of your panties and wasting no time in touching you bare.
The moments before he touches you are agonizing. Your face and neck are scorching in a heat that crawls up your throat and chokes you with it. You can’t breath, can’t think, can’t—
His fingers reach your clit, and you gasp, fingers gripping his hair. “Caleb—”
“Ohh…” he moans, gasp after gasp, groan after groan falling from his lips as he slowly rubs your clit, never once taking his eyes off yours. “F– ohh. You’re so soft. So warm,” he marvels, throat suddenly feeling tight.
His hands are shaking, every atom in his body bouncing off one another so quickly he has to make a concentrated effort to keep his body still or he’ll lose control of it entirely. It’s so much, everything is so much. You’re so much warmer than he thought, so much wetter. God, it’s so wet.
“You’re so ready for me, you don’t want me to stop either,” he teases in an effort to seem like he possesses even a modicum of control right now, pressing kisses down your body until he reaches your stomach. Your fingers stay holding him in any way you can manage, caressing his massive arms, his shoulders, his hair, his hand that stays exploring your sides. “You want this just as much as me, huh?”
When he reaches your thighs, he slides your shorts down, never taking his eyes off your face. He doesn’t even look away once your pussy is exposed to him. So many nights spent with his hand wrapped around his own fist, fantasizing about bringing you the pleasure he gets to give to you now, and yet, your expression to his pleasure is more enjoyable than anything he could’ve ever anticipated, and he finds himself entranced.
His head dips, lips pressing against your bare pelvis, just above your cunt. “Say it,” he growls, nipping at your flesh before replacing the kiss with a soft lick. His fingers resume rubbing at your hard little clit, slowly, tentatively—mostly because his hands are so shaky, he’s worried he’ll do a bad job if he goes any faster.
Caleb had heard firsthand from girls he rejected at parties telling them how guys could never find the clit, how no one could ever make them cum. Caleb was confident though, he knew without a doubt he could find the clit, the only problem was, you were the only one for him. You were always the one for him. Even though it was forbidden. So he laughed the girl off, smiling politely while telling her she’ll find someone perfect for her eventually, just as he had found someone perfect for him. You.
“I–” you gasp, back arching in response to his long, surprisingly skilled fingers rubbing circles against your clit with so much precision it almost made you upset. Has he done this with other girls before? Just the thought made you nauseous.
“Say it, baby.” He groans, fingers moving from your clit to tease the opening of your entrance.
Your head shoots up on a gasp, eyes locking on his love-filled ones, staring straight through your soul, ever anticipating your stare that belongs to him and him alone. It’s so intense, it’s almost hard to hold his gaze. “I want it,” you moan. “I’ve always wanted you Caleb. It’s only been you, it’s only ever been—”
He thrusts a finger inside, and you scream, squeezing around the intrusion.
“I would’ve waited lifetimes to give myself to you,” he groans, nuzzling your thigh as your fingers pull at his hair so roughly, he won't be shocked if he finds a bald spot when you’re done.
Your heart nearly skips at the confession. The confession of his virginity.
“But I am so grateful,” he continues, lowering his head until his mouth is hovering right over your cunt. “So grateful that you’re letting me give everything I have to you. So take it.”
His lips wrap around your clit, and stars explode behind your eyelids. “Caleb! O-oh my-”
He groans, the sound tickling your clit and making your toes curl. His massive arms wrap around your thighs, and you can feel him tremble. It’s not a slight movement either—he’s shaking, it feels like he’s seconds from exploding from the thing he’s been suppressing inside him.
“Mmmm,” he moans, eyes finally leaving your face for the first time to stare down at the mount of your cunt. He sucks your cunt into his mouth, feeling every part of you he can, before he pops off you and stares down at your pussy. He shakes his head, curling the finger he has inside you forward each time he thrusts inside. “You taste so good,” he groans through his teeth, eyebrows furrowing when you tighten around his finger. “So. Good.”
He dives back in, shaking his head side to side with his tongue flat against your pussy. He’s licking you everywhere with no real rhyme or reason, like he’s trying to remember every indent, every line and mark of your cunt, but it feels so fucking good. He’s so fucking good.
You rut your hips up into his mouth, making him grunt. “So good, Caleb. You’re making me feel s-so good. God. You’re tongue—”
“Do you like my tongue? Hmm?” he cuts you off, pulling back his finger. “Look at me.”
You do, and at that moment, he slides a second finger alongside the first.
Your eyes roll back, and he smiles. “Yeah, that feels good, huh? You like how much bigger my fingers are than yours?” he’s trying so hard to keep the tremble out of his voice, some deep, scared part of him riddled with apprehension that this might all be a dream.
You nod, face flushing as you gasp, feeling yourself get wound up tighter and tighter.
Caleb smiles, that insecure part of him receding deeper into the darkness in the face of your honesty, leaning back down to your pussy while watching your blissed out expression. “Yeah, I know you do. You love it,” he growls, and then his lips are around you again, and he's sucking. His tongue is lashing at your very core, drawing out the most debauched noises from you as he groans alongside you, humping the table beneath him.
“Right there!” you scream, arching your back to bring your core as close to his face as you can. “Caleb! D-don't stop, please, please don’t stop.”
He nods, eyebrows furrowing in anticipation. He feels you tighten around his fingers, and he knows what that means. You’re about to cum. He’s about to make you cum.
Please. Please. I want it. I want it so bad, please let me feel it. Let me make you cum. Use me. Use my tongue, use my fingers. Oh god.
“Caleb! C-cumming—“ You cry for one final time as your orgasm crashes over you, shattering your mind. Your body trembles with violent waves as your body is wracked with tremors following the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced.
Caleb is borderline sobbing against you, whimpering like a damn puppy as he fucks his shaky fingers into you, drawing out your orgasm while swallowing every drop of your arousal like the eagar man he is. And god is it everything. His imagination paled in comparison to how it would feel having you cum for him.
It’s so intense, his own back arches as his cock kicks, spurting spray after spray of his own orgasm inside his boxers, ruining his pants right before the biggest show of his career. But he can’t find himself to care at all, because he’s cumming with you. That thought alone is more than enough to drain his balls dry, until his cock is throbbing but nothing more is coming out of the pretty hole.
When your body stops shaking, Caleb pops off your cunt with a gasp, and immediately crawls up your body. He stares down at you, panting and face flushed, a look of pure awe dominating his expression.
You open your eyes and look up at him, gaping.
Neither of you say anything. You don’t need to. Not as his lips crash upon yours, and you speak the words with your bodies, with your tongues, that wrap around one another like you can’t get close enough.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
And I am so glad you are mine.
