"Under His Touch" (Caleb metal arm smut)
Summary:
You wanna hump Caleb's metal arm. Thats it. That's the fic.
A/N: When I asked who would read a Caleb metal arm smut and said I would write it I did not expect for it to take a life of its own. I also did not expect to enjoy writing it as much as I did.
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Enjoy 3K words of Caleb.
R18+, MDNI. Dom! Caleb, degradation, dacryphilia, praise kink inappropriate use of Evol, dirty talk, slight humiliation. Porn with plot. No beta we die like grandma
The tension in the small coffee shop is palpable as Caleb’s question rung in your ears,
“I see you and Zayne have gotten closer since I uh… left. Have you ever…?” He let his voice trail off.
The question sunk deep into your bones. Caleb’s voice came out teasingly, but his eyes shone with an intensity that uneased you. Slowly, you shake your head and let out a quiet but shaky laugh.
Across from you, Caleb sat on the armchair with his head in his hand. To the untrained eye, he would have appeared to have it lazily resting. But to you, you see how rigid his arm is, the muscle tight. You let your eyes trail to the other arm, metal glistening in the dim light as it rests. His eyes followed you, and he moved his arm down to rest by his side, hiding it from view.
“You’ve never been a good liar, Pipsqueak,” he narrows his eyes at you before letting out a laugh and leaning back into the chair, taking a sip from the coffee that has been neglected until now. Heat rushes to your cheeks as you remember the heated kiss you and Zayne shared one night many months ago.
It was one of those nights where your nightmares plagued you; knowing Zayne was likely awake, you had asked him to come over to watch a movie with you. In a moment of vulnerability and sadness, you two had exchanged a kiss before he pulled away and uttered a phrase that still haunts you, “not like this.”
Since that night, other than regular check-ups, he has avoided you like the plague.
You swiftly change the subject, trying to be subtle, but Caleb knows you better than you think. However, he chooses to let go, tucking away the question to be asked again at another time. Leaning forward to grab your coffee cup, your fingers twitch, and it falls on the ground. Cursing as the hot coffee spills on your fingers, you shake them and bring them to your lips automatically. Caleb reaches forward to grab the cup before taking your fingers into his hands, the cool metal immediately soothing the burn.
His smell engulfs you, wrapping around all of your senses. He looks at you with such an intensity that it burns through your skin, and you attempt to pull away between that and the metal still wrapped around your hand. With almost inhuman speed, his grip tightens, not enough to hurt but enough that it tells you, ‘Not yet.’ He makes eye contact with you and uses his other hand to move the hair that fell onto your face.
“For a hunter, that was pretty clumsy.” His voice lowered, a smooth chuckle coming out of his throat. The large coffee shop suddenly feels too small, too stuffy. The noise from the patrons changes to a dull buzz in the back of your ears as his metal fingers subtly play with yours, almost subconsciously. His gaze shifts from your eyes to your lips as his face gets too close for comfort.
“You should really pay more attention next time,” he mumbled lowly into your ear before leaning back with cat-like laziness. The soft rumble of his voice causes a shiver to run up your spine, which does not go unnoticed by him. Raising an eyebrow, almost to himself, he tucks away that knowledge in the back of his mind.
Finally letting go of your hand, he inspects it before putting it on your lap, metal fingers grazing over your exposed thighs. You become hyper-aware of how much of your skin is exposed, it being a hot summer day in Linkon. The cool of him against the heat of your skin causes your thighs to involuntarily flex. He slowly rubs your thigh in a way that should have been comforting, but the look that Caleb has shows he is more calculated than that.
The edge of his lips is curled up in a ghost smirk, and his eyes shine with mischief. Shifting in your seat, trying to shy away from his gaze, you see how his eyes trail the entirety of your body. “Stop looking at me like that,” You mumble, causing him to laugh. “Like what?” he asked teasingly, his fingers still rubbing circles on you. Your school girl crush on him growing up rears its ugly head back at the lilt in his voice. Your thighs clench again, and you force yourself to meet his eyes.
Bad idea. The way Caleb looked as the sun set was majestic. The loose tank he had on left little to the imagination, showing off lean muscles and scars he now wore proudly. The strap of the tank hung down, as the U shape of it started at his collar bones. His pecs were half in the tank, half out, and in the wrong (or very right) angle; you could see his nipples and abs. You let out a breath you didn't realize you had been holding, it coming out shakingly. You can't control your eyes as they take him in, scanning his entire body before finally resting on the metal in your lap.
His fingers began to slowly move up, testing the waters, eyes looking closely for any signs of resistance. “Caleb…” You begin before a quiet squeak escapes your lips at him squeezing your thigh. Your breath hitches as Caleb once again invades your personal space. “Your lips say one thing, your body another…” you felt his hand squeeze again. His smell invades all your senses as you feel your control slipping. The thin line you two have walked on since he came back blurring the longer he remained close. His breath felt warm on your ears as his lips got even closer, a ghost of a touch as he continued, “Tell me you don't want this,” he whispered and started to let go of you.
Without thinking, your hands reached out to grab his wrist, leaving it in place. Every reason why you should not do this had left your mind as you breathed uneasily and nodded, not trusting your voice in case a moan came out.
You feel his lips curl up into a smirk, and then he yanks you to your feet. His hand is on your lower back as he rushes you to the door.
“Caleb, what-?” you begin, and his hand tightens on your hips.
“I would rather our first time not be on the floor of a coffee shop, Pipsqueak, and unless I got you out of there now, it would have been.” His voice comes out hard but underlying with desperation and barely there control. His jaw is tight as he directs you into your building's elevator.
The second the elevator’s door closes, he pounces, grabs your head in-between his arms, and smashes his lips onto yours. “I’m-” kiss, “Sorry,” kiss, “I did not want our-” kiss, “first kiss to be like this.” kiss, “I’ll make it up to you” kiss.
Each word comes out as a moan, desperation tinged in each syllable.
The elevator doors open and he reluctantly pulls off of you, not wanting to break the tension you chose to stay silent during the walk to the apartment. Your hands shake as you try to put the key into the door; by the 3rd attempt, Caleb grabs them from you, opens the door himself, and throws you over his shoulder.
He unceremoniously tosses you onto your bed before ripping his shirt off of himself. The sheer size and power of the man before you has you panting as you unabashedly stare at him.
“If you keep staring at me like that, I won’t be able to hold back,” Caleb practically groans out as he crawls up towards you from the bottom of the bed. Your head meets the headboard as he traps you in between his arms. “Then don’t.” is muttered in a small whisper, you still not trusting your voice. What was an attempt to be sexy came out more of a squeak once more, causing the man above you to chuckle.
He dips down to kiss you, mouth urgent as his tongue enters your mouth, causing you to moan. Your hands roam up and down his back before finally stopping in his hair. You maneuver under him, legs wrapping around his waist as you use your muscles to pull his hips down, slanting his clothed crotch against yours. You feel his back muscles tighten as he moves his organic arm to your hip, pushing you back down.
“Fuckkkk Pipsqueak, that desperate for me already?” he mutters into your ear, voice growing cold. You feel a sense of dread and excitement creep up at the change in his voice. You try to move your hips up again before feeling a force pull you back down. Caleb lifts himself off of you, but you cannot move.
“Are you using your fucking Evol on me??” Your eyes narrow at him while still trying to move.
“Pretty little slut can’t control herself, just wants to grind her horny little cunt on the nearest object, huh?” He ‘lovingly’ tucks your hair behind your ear, a stark contrast to the faux sympathetic tone his voice had gone.
“Were you that desperate for dear Dr. Zayne too? Did you rub your messy pussy on him?” he asks as he uses his Evol to spread your legs, exposing your black lace panties from under your skirt. From behind him, you see one of your small couches drag across the living room, into your bedroom, and stop on the other side. Caleb crouches at the edge of the bed, eyes going darker than you thought were possible as he looks at your panties. You shake your head at his accusation, “Nothing happene-” your mouth shuts as he raises a finger towards you.
“I don’t want to hear it slut. You seem to forget me and the good doctor are friends too… you think he doesn’t tell me things?” His voice was sharp, but by the way he gazed up at you, you could tell there was no bite behind his bark. You feel your panties get damp, becoming uncomfortably sticky.
Caleb was still at eye-level with your pussy at the shift of your hips; he looked once again and groaned, “Fuck you like it when I speak to you like this, don’t you?” Your body gets dragged to the edge of the bed, where Caleb can comfortably sit on the ground while still being able to touch you. He reaches forward to run his fingers up and down your slit, causing your panties to get wetter.
“You’re just a nasty little cockwhore.” He purrs at your pussy, seemingly speaking to himself. His Evol releases your mouth as you moan at the contact, hips attempting to chase after his fingers.
“Please.” You beg, tears welling up in your eyes as the throb in your pussy grows. Caleb’s head tips back as he lets out the filthiest groan you have ever heard, and then you feel your panties rip off of you. You feel like you’re on fire, everything burns and time seems to slow as Caleb puts his arms around your hips, legs moving above his shoulders as he situates himself between your legs.
Kisses pepper slowly up your thighs towards your cunt, at this point you are shamelessly talking to yourself, or to him, or to God. Whoever can hear you. “Fuck, Caleb. Please. Please.” is repeated over and over again in a hoarse voice.
“Oh I know baby, I’m so close aren't I… where do you want me?” he mocks, breathing into your pussy. “Do you want me here, princess?” he asks, the heat from his mouth wafting over the area you needed him the most. “Does your slutty pussy want me to touch your needy clit?” he adds, pouting in a way that seemed to taunt how desperate you were.
His fingers reach out to touch your slit, mouth still hovering just above your pussy. Between the touch of him on you, and the heat of his mouth your mind disconnects from your mouth. “The metal arm.” You gasp, your pussy clenches, and Caleb goes rigid, suddenly looking up and going completely still.
His Evol lets go of you, and your mind reconnects as you mentally scold yourself for ruining the moment you have been waiting for since you were a child.
“Caleb I- I’m sorry I didn’t mean-” you begin, words stumbling out of your mouth before he interrupts you. “What. Did. You. Say?” He asks, face going completely neutral. “It’s only that I-. Uh. I just-.” You sigh and look down. “I wanted you to touch me with the arm.” And the tiny band that held Caleb back snaps.
“You’re such a fucking slut. God I can’t believe that all this time-” A mean laugh escapes him, causing your veins to fill up with ice. He gets up and sits on the chair he brought earlier. “You know-” he continued, voice still oh so mean, “I was going to go easy. Prepare you for me. Touch you lovingly.” he spread his legs, showing off the muscles in his powerful thighs. “Make love to you, like I always wanted… But no. My girl just had to be a fucking slut.” He looks at you in disappointment, but the tent in his pants gives him away, a wet patch already forming.
“Strip. You have five seconds.” His Evol flings you onto your feet, and you race to take everything off. He leans back leisurely and beckons you forward with a singular, metal finger.
You walk towards him a little too slowly for his liking, as when you get close he yanks you onto his lap.
His organic hand pulls your head back via your hair, and his metal arm gently pries your mouth open. Your eyes go wide as he spits into your mouth, and you surprise even yourself when you stick your tongue out to show him you caught it. His smirk of approval causes a new wave of arousal to rush down to your cunt, and you swallow as he lets your hair go.
“Well my pretty whore-” he punctuates the statement with a gentle kiss to your nose, “if you want my metal fingers so badly, you can have them”. He slips his metal fingers into your mouth, letting the cool touch of them play with your tongue. Drool starts to seep from your mouth onto his lap, causing the tent in his pants to grow. You’re panting like a dog now, humping his thigh as he continues to lazily play with your tongue.
“Thats it, baby, rub your needy clit on me, beg me to touch you.” He purrs into your ear before moving his mouth down to your neck, sucking and biting as he goes down. He looks feral as he sees your fucked out expression and takes his fingers out.
“Look at you, already dumb, and I haven’t even begun.” His fingers slowly move down to pinch your nipples, the cool touch a pleasant feeling against the heat of your skin.
You continue to rut against him, leaving a wet mark on his shorts, as his fingers slowly move down your body. Desperate noises from the back of your throat come out as he watches you closely.
“Please Caleb-” you groan and then you feel his hand around your throat, the metal one still moving slowly down and down.
“Sluts don’t get to decide when or how they are used” he growls, increasing the pressure before letting go. His eyes were as dark as night, hair disheveled and his skin glistening with sweat. He looked every bit the dangerous Colonel that he was supposed to be. Gone was the sweet boy you had met up for coffee with. In front of you was a soldier, cold, cruel, and collected.
“Yes sir” you rasp out, as oxygen flows back into your body. The tent in Caleb’s pants grew impossibly bigger as he finally touches your clit. “Tell me how wet you are for me whore, I can’t feel it” his words waft over your lips, his face a hair away from yours. “Fuck I’m so wet for you, please I’ll do anything” you lean forward to kiss him, but he moves back.
“You wanted the metal arm, that’s all you’re getting” he said, and puncuates it by shoving one finger into you roughly, giving no warning. You scream as he takes his thumb to rub your clit, and begin to move along with his finger. He endulges you for a moment before once again using his Evol to hold you still.
Adding another finger, he pistons it out of you, thumb not moving an inch. Then the metal begins to vibrate, his fingers moving inhumanly fast.
“See the thing about the metal arm is, slut. It can do things your little Doctor can never.”
As he whispers this into your ear, the metal inside of you begins to heat. You cry out and beg him for more, or less, or anything.
You can’t breath, you can’t think. Everything is just Caleb. Just as you get used to the heat, the metal goes cold again. You fall into his shoulder and bit it as he adds yet another finger.
“That’s it my sweet little whore, fall apart for me.” He uses his other hand to pat your head, a contrast to the cruel way he is abusing your cunt.
You feel your orgasm building and you start rambling, “Please I’m so close. I’m so close.” Causing Caleb to shush and sooth you. His fingers move in a come hither motion, and touch just the right spot to have you seeing stars.
You scream and sob harder, “Oh that’s the spot? You want me to touch here my darling cocksleeve?” he taunts each question with a hard thrust, causing you to nod so hard your head would fly off if it wasnt attached to you.
The intensity makes you cry and shake, causing him to laugh cruelly at you. “You asked for this. Don’t forget. Now cum.” his fingers are moving faster and faster.
And the dam breaks, you cum so hard you’re seeing stars. But Caleb doesn’t stop.
He grins as he sees you falling apart on his lap. “Caleb please I’m sensitive,” you whine, causing him to grin even wider, looking like a cheshire cat. “I said sluts dont get to choose when or how they are used.” he reminds you with a slap to your ass. Finally he brings his lips back to yours, and dips his tongue into your mouth.
Feeling his lips on yours was the final straw, you cum again sobbing and screaming into his lips as he works you through it. He slowly removes his fingers from your throbbing abused cunt.
He holds you as you come down, rubbing circles on your hips with one hand, and patting your hair gently with another. Once you’re lucid, you look down to see a wet patch where his cock is.
“Did you-?” you ask with a sheepish smile, your head still dizzy. He nods and softly goes in for a kiss. “Give me 10 minutes, and you can return the favor,” he whispers into your lips as he picks you up and takes you back to the bed.
