Summary: You've made it a ritual to have Caleb and Zayne at your place to keep your friendship thriving with movie marathons and game nights. The struggles of growing up and becoming adults unfortunately include the possibility that you can't see each other very often and Caleb is away so much that he begins to feel the distance. Contempt breeds competition and Zayne is Caleb's number one rival.
Warnings: blowjobs, cunninlingus, afab reader, second person pov
Game nights at your place with Caleb and Zayne are some of your favorites. It’s not often that you get to see them both in the same place, especially since the three of you have gotten older. Zayne’s been busy with the hospital and Caleb with the fleet. You partially feel like they tolerate each other’s company to be around you with how they act around each other, but you appreciate them casting whatever reservations they have aside for you. The problem? They’re both insanely competitive; Caleb in an all-encompassing, braggadocious way and Zayne in a calculating, nonchalant way.
Caleb’s selected some territory conquering game that involves a bit more thought than you have in the tank and more game pieces than you have the patience for. You’re also not entirely sure you understand the rules due to Caleb’s insistence at reading through the manual before the actual gameplay that causes your eyes to glaze over. Caleb and Zayne can take information in regardless of the method, but you require a more hands-on approach that doesn’t involve reciting the intricacies of a 20 page manual.
All of that culminates in a recipe for disaster and the fact that Zayne is a bit kinder to you than Caleb does you know favors. You’re not even halfway through the game when problems begin to arise and Caleb catches Zayne whispering the next optimal move in your direction.
“You’re not supposed to be fraternizing with the enemy,” Caleb spits at Zayne, who simply returns his vitriol with a lightless, unamused stare.
“I don’t have the faintest clue as to what you’re talking about,” Zayne says evenly, averting his gaze to the mess of cards on the table.
Caleb’s eyes shift to you, gaze as possessive and unwavering as his evol to the point that you can feel it.
“Caleb, don’t be mean,” You complain, putting your game cards face down to cross your arms over your chest.
“I don’t remember the rules saying that,” Zayne pinches the bridge of his nose. “Besides, I’m not really sure why we’re feeling the need to make a competition out of something as trivial as this.”
Caleb scoffs.
“Don’t bullshit me, Doogie Howser, you know you go easy on her, don’t you?”
“I don’t see why that’s a problem,” You retort and turn to Zayne to mutter, “Thanks, by the way.”
“Whatever,” Caleb rolls his eyes and starts packing his pieces away, ignoring your protests. “I just think it’s a little lame that you guys do this whenever I pick the game.”
Caleb’s been getting progressively more upset by little things when the three of you gather. You suspect it has something to do with the fact that Zayne is nearly an every day fixture in your life; a constant that Caleb can’t be because his work takes him away. It’s not exactly something that anyone can point out without an awkward conversation or an argument, so you simply let it be, but the tension has been at a steady incline and currently rests at a point that you highly suspect might be the peak.
“You’re being unreasonable,” Zayne points out. “I was just helping her out when she was confused. The rules aren’t beginner friendly and I’m sure you know that.”
“Then why did I waste half an hour going through them before we even started?” Caleb counters, shoving his game pieces forward with a huff.
“Caleb, you know that I can’t catch on quickly like you two do,” You reason with an exasperated sigh. “I want to play, you know I want to play. I’m excited for this game - I just needed a little bit of help. Really, this is supposed to be fun.”
A fleeting look of hurt flashes across Caleb’s face before he immediately masks it.
“Okay, then if no one’s having fun, let’s just do something else. Or call it, I guess it doesn’t matter.”
“Caleb –”
“It’s fine, pipsqueak,” He offers you a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes and leans forward to place a hand on yours. “I’m kind of being a jerk and I get that. I want to have fun, so let’s just do something more fun.”
You regret the comment you made about the fun level and bite your lip, glancing from Caleb to Zayne, who’s examining his fingernails with a distracted interest. You turn back to Caleb and turn your palm right side up to slip your fingers through his, the gesture causing him to close his eyes and take a deep breath.
“Hey, I think we’re all tired this week. Getting this together was a headache as it is with your schedules and you both know how much I love that you make this work for me, right?”
Caleb’s eyes open and you can see a soft resignation in them when he squeezes your hand back.
“I know, pipsqueak - let’s just clean this up and watch a movie or somethin’,” He releases your hand to start gathering all of the pieces. “You gonna help me clean this up, Doctor Strange or are you just gonna stare?”
“Zayne, is that okay with you?” You offer the chance for input that Caleb snatched away.
“If that’s what you want, then I’m content with it,” Zayne rises from his chair to help Caleb. “Why don’t you go and make yourself comfortable on the couch?”
“No, I can help -”
“Go sit down, pipsqueak. Pick out whatever you want to watch. The doctor and I will take care of this.”
Despite the gnawing, nagging feeling that they’ll tear each other apart if you’re not in their presence, something in their voices indicates that you should leave it to them. You give them a nod before heading to your spare closet to grab some extra blankets to try to make things as comfortable as possible and make your way to the couch.
You’ve landed on an old sci-fi film with horrible CGI that you know Caleb and Zayne will both get a kick out of. There isn’t much commotion happening on their end despite your worries that they won’t be able to get along without you present and soon enough, you hear them finishing up.
“You want something to snack on, pipsqueak?” Caleb calls from the kitchen.
“I noticed you have popcorn,” Zayne supplies. “Is that something you’re interested in?”
“Actually that sounds good,” You answer, fidgeting with the remote while you wait. “You want me to come in there and make it?”
In lieu of a response, you hear the beeps of your microwave followed by the gentle sounds of popping kernels in the distance. You have the sneaking suspicion that they planned on making popcorn regardless of your response. Caleb emerges from the kitchen a few minutes later balancing one of your larger bowls he’s dumped the popcorn into and a few sodas. Zayne follows behind, paper towels in hand.
“Wow,” You remark wryly. “Your efficiency as a team is unbeatable.”
You don’t miss the slight sneer on Caleb’s face as he sets the bowl down on your coffee table.
“Oh, good choice,” Zayne is completely oblivious to Caleb’s expression, his attention focused on your television. “This is a classic.”
“You’ve seen it?” You pout as you accept the soda Caleb’s handing to you.
“Yes, but I’m perfectly fine watching it again,” Zayne says easily, turning some of the lights off in the room before taking a seat next to you on your right.
“What about you, Caleb?”
Caleb’s gaze lingers on your face before he reluctantly looks to the screen to observe the title.
“Oh, Eternity Battles – you’ve seen this too, pipsqueak. We watched this a long time ago together,” Caleb remarks, throwing that last bit in Zayne’s direction, which goes unnoticed by your bespectacled friend.
“Must have forgotten,” You grab a handful of popcorn and shove it in your mouth. “Do we want to pick something else?”
“No,” Caleb and Zayne both say at the same time and meet each other’s sheepish gazes.
“This is fine,” Zayne assures you.
Caleb takes his seat next to you on your left, taking care to make sure that he’s as close to you as he can be without touching you.
“Just hit play, pipsqueak.”
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You’re barely a quarter of the way into the movie when you realize that neither Caleb or Zayne are paying particularly close attention. Caleb’s fingers twitch at his side, dangerously close to your thigh like he wants to touch you. Zayne’s eyes are trained on Caleb’s hands, his brows knit together in a kind of concentration you’ve only seen when he’s nose-deep in his medical textbooks.
“Caleb,” You murmur, reaching out to tap his hand with your index finger. “You okay?”
“Yeah, ‘m fine,” He replies with an uneven, somewhat shaky voice.
“If you wanted to head out, neither of us would be upset with you,” Zayne speaks up, voice uncharacteristically heavy. “We can finish the movie another time and she and I can find something else to watch.”
“No,” Caleb snaps his head to face Zayne and fixes him with a withering stare. “I just said I was fine.”
“Um - am I missing something? Are you guys okay?” Your voice cuts through the tension and they both avert their gazes.
Caleb rests his hand on your thigh; a gesture meant to convey comfort but swimming in unspoken intention. You swallow the lump in your throat, but don’t move.
“It’s fine,” Caleb tries to say casually, but the instability in his tone gives him away.
“No, it’s not fine. Come on, you’ve been on edge every single time we all hang out together. Did something happen between the two of you? Did I do something?”
You’re looking at Caleb, but Zayne rests his palm on your other thigh, commanding your attention. Zayne’s fingers dig into your skin and he squeezes, his clean-cut nails gently biting into the flesh.
“No, there’s no problem,” Zayne promises you. “Caleb just doesn’t like the idea of us being together alone very much - right, Caleb?”
The confrontation that lurks beneath the surface of Zayne’s thinly veiled jab shocks you. Despite the growing strain between the two of them that you’ve noticed in the past year or so of your gatherings, you’ve never heard either of them come right out in front of it. To your shock, Zayne doesn’t stop there.
“You mentioned that in the kitchen, didn’t you? You’re not very fond of the fact that I spend more time with her than you do, are you?”
“Zayne -”
“Shut the fuck up,” Caleb snaps, pulling your thigh closer to his lap possessively. “I didn’t say that.”
Zayne tilts his head to the side in an inquisitive way that feels calculating.
“Not in so many words,” Zayne acquiesces. “Perhaps I embellished. I could tell her what you actually said, if you’d like.”
“You really are a snake, aren’t you?” Caleb bites back. “You’re really gonna tattle on me? Fuck you.”
“Woah,” You cover Caleb’s hand on your thigh with both of your own. “What is the problem? Everything was fine an hour ago!”
“He’s upset that I get to spend more time with you than he does,” Zayne supplies dryly, unable to mask the contempt in his usually cool voice. “So he’s acting like a child.”
“Caleb,” You say softly. “Tell me what’s going on. You’ve been acting like this for a while now - if something’s bothering you, you can tell me.”
Caleb looks distressed, at war with himself as he debates on whether or not he actually wants to say anything. Something in him shatters and the words come tumbling out in a clumsy stampede.
“Fuck - fine! I just miss you, okay? I - I don’t get to be around much like I used to and it’s not a great feeling. You spend so much time with him that even when we do hang out, you’re paying attention to him.”
Your heart wrenches at his words coupled with the hurt expression on his face. He looks like a kicked puppy, dejected and embarrassed as the tips of his ears turn as red as his cheeks. You lift your right hand to his cheek and stroke the soft skin there delicately, desperately trying to soothe his worries.
“I miss you, too, Caleb. I care about both of you equally, okay? I know you don’t like each other’s company much, but the fact that you both make it happen for me when I want to see you both means the world to me -”
“Oh, it’s no bother to me one way or the other,” Zayne interjects, though the spritz of venom in the words say otherwise. “I couldn’t care less whether he’s here or not.”
You turn to Zayne to give him a look, but Caleb grabs your chin with his free hand, clutching it between his index finger and thumb to jerk your attention back to him.
“Look at me,” Caleb murmurs, his voice just a decibel away from a growl. “Don’t look at him.”
“Caleb, if you can’t-”
“Please,” He begs. “Please just look at me.”
You soften with his pleas, the desperation and neediness making you feel dizzy in a way that you can’t put your finger on.
“I just miss you - so, so fucking much. I’m sorry I’m not good at conveying that, but I just want you to know you can rely on me and that I’ll always be there and the fact that we can’t see each other as much hurts me, pipsqueak. It really does.”
“Caleb - ah!” You squeak as you feel Zayne’s arm curl around your waist, tugging you closer to him.
“You can rely on me, too,” Zayne murmurs, his large hand flattening and splaying possessively across your stomach. “He doesn’t care about you any more than I do.”
“Yeah, or any fucking less either,” Caleb seethes, grip still tight on your jaw so your attention is fixed on him, then asks desperately, “Pipsqueak, you love me, right?”
“O-of course, I do - I - I love you more than anything, Caleb what are you -”
“How do you love me? How do you see me? Because I can’t stand you looking at me like some kind of older brother figure or friend anymore. Pipsqueak, I - I love you, okay? I love you so much it hurts to be apart from you and it’s getting harder to ignore it.”
“I - of course I don’t th-think of you that way, but -”
“Please, can I kiss you? Please, just - just let me kiss you.”
Caleb doesn’t care how pathetic he sounds when he begs and sheds all of his reservations in a a hard, heavy exoskeleton to bare his soul to you. There is no shame or embarrassment in the way that he cares for you; loves you so loudly and proudly that begging is his second nature. He used to beg to cook for you when you were too tired to do it yourself and beg to make your life easier with acts of service; a love language that Caleb has taken to the extreme and then some and more so since you’ve been apart more.
“Caleb, I - I want to, but Zayne is -”
Caleb cuts you off, suctioning the words out of your mouth and brain entirely as he slots his lips against yours, desperate and probing when his tongue probes the seam of your lips. Your acceptance and spoken desire is all the permission he needs as the hunger eats away at his restraint and threatens to consume him. He releases his grip on your chin, slipping his hand into your hair to root his fingers in the tendrils, anchoring your face to his own as he kisses the breath out of you to rob you of words completely.
“Zayne is right here,” Zayne finishes your thought, tugging you away from Caleb to face him, lips swollen and slick with a mixture of yours and Caleb’s saliva. “And I’m tired of standing in the shadows because it’s easier.”
“What do you -”
“I’m here. You let him kiss you, so will you grant me the same honor or is that a line you won’t cross with me?” He asks gently, delicately trailing his hand up from your waist to your shoulder, his touch feather-light and intense all at the same time.
“Go ahead,” Caleb challenges, taunting. “Why don’t you give Specs his first kiss?”
Zayne rolls his eyes, his carefully constructed mask cracking like plaster under Caleb’s barbed insult. You turn back to Caleb who’s observing you with interest and the slightest tinge of envy. He moves back as if he’s waiting for you, nodding his head in a way that screams an unspoken, “Well, go ahead.”
“Is this okay?” Zayne asks gently, lifting his hand from your shoulder to cup your jaw. “Don’t force yourself.”
You deem a verbal response unnecessary and close the distance between you and Zayne and delicately press your lips to his. Zayne’s lips are pleasantly cold and soft against your own, soothing in an unexpected way that challenges his rigid demeanor. You know Zayne to be kindhearted with so much lurking beneath the surface that others don’t see, so the loving way in which he kisses you back is pleasant, but not something you’re unprepared for.
“So sweet,” Zayne says against your lips before parting them with his tongue, tilting his head to get better access with a motion that gives you the inkling that this isn’t his first kiss.
“How do I taste, Doctor?” Caleb goads, though the insult is less malicious and teeming with genuine curiosity.
Zayne’s patience with Caleb has been saint-like over the past few months and he’s usually able to let things roll off of him, his silence ricocheting back at Caleb that cuts deeper than any verbal response. Despite the fact that Zayne is the portrait of nonchalance and composure, getting to finally taste your lips like he’s been itching to for years awakens a voracity in him that far outweighs his penchant for peace-keeping. With a strength that surprises you, Zayne leans back to pull you into his lap, adjusting himself so he’s lying back on a couch cushion and you’re straddling his hips.
“Tell me to stop,” Zayne manages between pants, breathy and sweet. “I think you and I both underestimate the realms that my control stretches to.”
“Don’t want to,” You whisper, the puffs of your breath hitting Zayne’s lips and making him shudder beneath you. “Kiss me like you want to, Zayne.”
Something in the way you say his name is Zayne’s undoing, eyelids fluttering shut as he inhales sharply and grip tightening on you with a craving that transcends his ability to convey. Caleb’s resolve is an eroding mountain; crumbling little by little in sediment sharp enough to inflict pain in intensifying doses over time – Zayne’s is the swift and sudden avalanche cascading down in massive chunks in a devastating destruction that wounds all at once.
Zayne’s fingers slip into your hair, cradling your skull to pull you as close as physically possible to him. Your teeth clash together clumsily, a mishap that Zayne ignores entirely to pry your lips apart. His tongue massages your own, wet and urgent like he’s afraid you’ll disappear at any moment and he’s running out of time. You vaguely register the nearly imperceptible moans that course from the back of Zayne’s throat to snuff out in your mouth, the barrier of your tongue keeping them from carrying.
“You were never good at sharing, were you?” Caleb’s hoarse voice comes from behind you, yanking you from the trance of Zayne’s cool, comforting lips.
There’s barely any time for you to turn to him, because Caleb’s arms wrap around you from behind, strong and all-encompassing. Caleb presses his body to yours, his front molded to your back to make you look at Zayne.
The sight of Zayne makes your breath hitch. Your intelligent and soft-spoken friend is splayed across your couch, legs haphazardly spread with one draped over the edge, too tall to fit. Zayne’s hair is mussed, sticking up in tufts that scream to be pulled at and his glasses are askew. It’s not often you get to see Zayne in his casual attire due to his job and the necessity for professionalism outweighing comfort, so you always appreciate when he dresses down to see you. He’s opted for a navy blue shirt with long sleeves that fits, but stretches over his chest snugly and accentuates his muscular but lean frame. Denim is a rarity for Zayne and somehow he’s decided to grace you with the presence of it, but the type of fabric is the furthest thing from your mind as your line of sight wanders between his legs to the bulging just beneath the zipper.
“Looks like you got Doctor worked up,” Caleb murmurs into your ear before nipping it gently. “Does that make you feel good about yourself, hm?”
“C-Caleb, I -”
“When you say stop, this stops,” Caleb assures you, reading you before you can make sense of what you’re feeling. “Do you want to stop?”
“No,” You breathe. “Is - Is that bad?”
Caleb snorts like you’ve just asked the dumbest question ever and presses his lips against your neck, hands wandering over the thin fabric of your Hunter’s Association tee shirt. Zayne’s gaze is unwavering, pinpointing every movement and every kiss Caleb gives you, laser focused on the other man’s lips. Caleb’s hands explore the expanse of your stomach before moving up to your chest to hesitate, hovering over your breasts.
“Touch me,” You encourage him.
You know that Caleb can read your physical cues better than you can explain to him, but he never does anything without asking or without consulting you first. You sense that he can feel the heat radiating off of your skin even through your clothes, but he needs that push; the consent and your permission to allow him to touch you in ways that he’s been dreaming of for years. Caleb cups your breasts through your shirt, sighing between open-mouthed kisses against your throat.
You’re refraining from making the noises you want to out of fear of the shame that’ll come with it and good, reliable Caleb seems determined to get you to break. Caleb slips one of his hands down to the hem of your shirt and underneath it, the contact of his warm skin against yours making you shudder. With his other hand, Caleb tucks his fingers underneath your jaw and tugs slightly to get you to look back at him only for him to capture your lips in a ravenous kiss that’s more tongue than lips and more feeling than precision. Caleb is sloppy the way he claims your mouth; eager and wet like he can’t wait for your fluids to coalesce. You used to hate the way he ate and drank; slurping popsicles in the Summer until he was a sticky mess and guzzling water so messily that more ended up cascading down his neck in rivulets than down his throat. Now, you can’t get enough of his enthusiasm. You’re unable to control the whimpers he draws from you with his lips and his wandering hand that’s slipping beneath the cup of your bra to tweak one of your nipples between his forefinger and thumb. You can feel his body trembling and you’re almost flattered until you realize he’s snickering against your lips.
“Wh-What’s so funny?” You demand after cutting off the kiss, lips covered in his saliva like the owner of an over-eager puppy.
“Nothin’, just think Doc’s getting a little jealous,” Caleb raises his voice and lightly jerks his head in Zayne’s direction.
You turn your head away from Caleb to look over at Zayne and squeak at the sight that greets you. Zayne, your sweet, doting Zayne is a panting Salvador Dali painting of a man as he melts into your couch with his eyes trained on you and Caleb, palm grinding against the front of his jeans in controlled, slow rolls.
“Look, pipsqueak,” Caleb jeers. “Look how worked up you make him. Make us.”
Caleb punctuates his words by rolling his hips into you from behind, forcing you to feel how hard you’ve made him. He pinches your nipple, wrenching a sharp gasp from the back of your throat, keeping up the steady grind of his hips against your ass.
“You like knowing that you can do this to us, don’t you?” Caleb accuses, lifting his free hand from your face to trail it down your stomach and then to your inner thighs, parting them so Zayne has a view of your underwear through the leg hole of your shorts. “Look at how pathetic he looks –”
Zayne’s concentration wavers, throat working to swallow the thick lump present there as he watches Caleb spread your legs.
“Tell her how pretty she looks, Doc.”
“Stunning,” Zayne remarks, surprising you that he dignified Caleb with a response.
“Tell her how stunning,” Caleb presses, palming your breast with one hand while trailing his other to the center of your shorts. “I’ve seen the way you look at her for over a fucking decade but she doesn’t seem to be that observant.”
The implications of Caleb’s words send shivers down your spine and when you look into Zayne’s eyes, you doubt he’s embellishing.
“Beautiful,” Zayne continues, closing his eyes as he touches himself through his jeans. “So beautiful - every last part of you. Every breath, every laugh, down to every molecule and atom encoded in your makeup, you are ethereal.”
Caleb dips his fingertips beneath the waistband of your shorts, hesitating before your waistband.
“This okay, pipsqueak?”
You lean into his touch, back wedged against his front, hoping he’ll accept that as an answer.
“Gotta tell me,” He insists. “Need your words.”
“So embarrassing,” You whine. “Please, Caleb.”
Caleb slips his fingers into your panties to find them soaked through, creating a slip that makes it easy for him to glide against you.
“Maybe we aren’t the only ones that are wrecked, huh?” Caleb teases, dipping the tip of his index finger into your soaked entrance to fuck you shallowly with it. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
“How wet?” Zayne demands, voice hoarse and strained.
Caleb chuckles and the vibrations his laughter creates are pleasant against your skin. He slips his finger in deeper, the length of his finger enough to already reach a depth that you’ve never been able to explore on your own.
“Soaked, slick and tight,” Caleb groans, abandoning your breast to tug your shorts and panties down your legs without having to stop touching you. “Want a thorough exam?”
Zayne growls in frustration, rough enough to make you question whether or not you were hearing things. He tugs his jeans down his thighs to make himself more comfortable and grants you with the sight of the thick outline of his cock through his briefs before shucking the jeans off completely to lean over you, obscuring his lower half from your vision. Zayne pulls the offending fabric off of your body entirely, finishing Caleb’s job for him in Zayne’s urgency to see all of you by taking one last look with his glasses before setting those aside, too.
“Do you want him to touch you, sweetheart?” Caleb coos, noting how tense you get when Zayne flattens his hands on either of your thighs and props himself up on his elbows to settle between your legs.
“Y-yes, please, Zayne - ” You babble and nod your head aggressively, worried your verbal consent won’t make them work fast enough on its own.
You whimper at the loss of Caleb’s finger when he slips it out of you, but don’t have to miss the feeling for too long because Zayne fills that void immediately by stretching you out with two of his fingers.
“Fuck,” Zayne loses even more of his composure and swears, the word harsh and foreign to your ears despite the organic way he hisses it. “Soaked.”
Zayne scissors his fingers inside of you and the professional, even-tempered man you’ve known your entire life dissipates entirely, fragments of him chipping off and floating away with every thrust of fingers and cry he robs of you. Zayne’s face is so close to your heat that his breath spreads in hot puffs across your skin.
“Think she needs more,” Caleb muses, eyes glued to Zayne’s fingers thrusting in and out of you. “Why don’t you lap her up and let me know what she tastes like?”
Zayne ignores Caleb but shifts his gaze from your cunt to you, eyes lidded with desire and face as red as when he has a drop of alcohol, intoxicated by your scent and the way you feel clenching around his digits.
“May I?” He asks raggedly.
“Wh-What?”
“Taste you,” Zayne murmurs. “Will you let me?”
“You don’t h-have to,” You stammer, instinctively covering his hands with yours, the nerves getting the best of you when the reality of how close he is to you sinks in.
Zayne pulls his fingers out of you, observing the long strand of arousal that connects his digits with your entrance with calculated interest. He lifts himself up and raises his fingers to Caleb’s face, pressing them against his lips. A beat passes and with almost no hesitation, you hear Caleb sucking Zayne’s fingers into his mouth and groaning at the taste.
“Fuck ‘s good,” Caleb slurs, slightly muffled with the presence of Zayne’s fingers. “You’re gonna love it.”
A string of saliva stretches between Caleb’s mouth and Zayne’s hand as he pulls his fingers out and you don’t see Caleb’s tongue chasing the taste, darting out to follow.
“Listen to Caleb,” Zayne hums, lowering himself between your legs yet again, his face centimeters from your center. “Don’t tell me what I don’t have to do – I’m perfectly capable of making those decisions for myself. Won’t you be a good girl and tell me what you want?”
He enunciates, breath fanning across your cunt in a way that has you quivering. He pushes your hands away and parts your lips with the tip of his index finger to nudge you open, leaning forward so that his lips hover above your clit.
“Will you let me have a taste directly from the source?” Zayne’s framing of the question is polite, but something dangerous lurks beneath the surface of that fixed tone.
“Wanna see you break, pipsqueak,” Caleb murmurs into your ear, rubbing the tops of your thighs gently to soothe your nerves. “Let us see how pretty you look when you’re feeling good – make him put that mouth to better use.”
You close your eyes and nod with a quiet yes and you’re rewarded instantly.
Zayne opens you up completely with his fingers, spreading your lips so he can get the perfect view of every part as he studies you intensely. He flattens his tongue against your entrance and drags it up the expanse of you to your clit to suck the bud into his mouth. He swirls the tip of his tongue against you and groans when he tastes the fresh surge of arousal leaking out of you. Your eyes widen when you open them out of curiosity to see Zayne’s fluttering, rolling into the back of his head as he tastes you thoroughly.
“Good?” Caleb prompts, his own uneven breathing betraying the control he’s trying his hardest to maintain.
“Delicious,” Zayne corrects hoarsely, pressing his fingers to your entrance while his tongue toys with your clit and moving his left hand against your thigh to anchor himself for some semblance of stability.
“You like it when he touches you there, huh?” Caleb murmurs into your ear, stroking your hair back sweetly. “Tell me how good he’s making you feel.”
It’s all too much - the feeling of Zayne’s fingers slipping into you to work together with his tongue, the non-stop teasing from Caleb’s lips - you feel like you’re overheating. Zayne soothes you by gently tracing delicate, nondescript patterns into your thigh with his free hand, the sweet motion starkly contrasted by his fingers pistoning in and out of you.
“That wasn’t a rhetorical question, pipsqueak,” Caleb’s voice is shuddery, low and commanding.
“I c-can’t,” You breathe out, unable to string together more than a couple of words. “Feels - It feels good.”
“Good? That’s not very nice, now, pipsqueak! Here Poindexter MD is putting those anatomy classes to good use and you can’t even let him know how he’s doing to thank him properly? Don’t tell me - he’s not doing a very good job?”
Zayne’s free fingertips dig into the meat of your thigh as he crushes his tongue over you, sweeping and greedy to collect every last drop of your arousal. You’re trembling so much, your poor excuse for a couch is protesting beneath you, groaning alongside the slew of other sounds that serve to overstimulate you in the form of Caleb’s filthy words and Zayne making out with your cunt.
“Wh-where did you learn to talk like that,” You demand in a thinly veiled attempt to distract Caleb from teasing you further.
“Wouldn’t you like to know? Be a good girl and use those words for us, huh? Tell Zayne well he’s doing for you or he’ll stop.”
He wouldn’t, would he? Caleb is bluffing. Zayne would never listen to him over you.
“Zayne,” You whine.
You feel Zayne’s movements decelerate as he pulls his fingers out of you completely and presses a light kiss to your swollen clit. He looks up at you from between your legs, face flushed with exertion and arousal and lips dripping with your essence.
“Well? Is it satisfactory or not?”
“Wh-What?”
Zayne lifts the fingers that were just inside of you to his lips to smear your arousal all over them before swiping his tongue out to taste the rest of you. He cocks his head to the side, his eyes uncharacteristically darkened with the intoxication of your taste and scent.
“Won’t you be a good girl like Caleb said? Tell me how I’m doing - tell me what you want.”
The sight of his fucked out expression and sound of that very un-Zayne-like vocabulary has you flinging your arms over your face, the attention on you proving to be too overwhelming. Caleb doesn’t waste one second and grips your wrists to pry them away from your face, clicking his tongue in disappointment as he restrains you to force you to look at Zayne.
“You heard him, pipsqueak,” Caleb presses. “How do his fingers feel inside of you? You gonna be good for him and give us both something to taste?”
“Please,” Your voice is hoarse as you beg. “Please - don’t stop - I don’t know wh-what I want I just know that I want you to keep going.”
“You want me to take care of you?” Zayne asks, holding your gaze when you meet his. “Or would you prefer I stop?”
“No!” You cry out, embarrassed at how panicked you sound.
You can feel Caleb shaking with laughter behind you.
“Well, if you aren’t going to tell me,” Zayne trails off.
“We’ll stop.” Caleb finishes for him, and you hate that now of all times they decide to be in sync with each other.
Zayne looks at you expectantly, no sign of continuing in his stillness or stare.
“What about you?” You whine, flustered with all of the attention. “Wanna make you both feel good, too.”
Zayne smirks.
“Caleb, flip her over.”
Huh?
Caleb must be able to read Zayne’s mind because before you can protest, he’s maneuvering you in his arms like a rag doll, flipping you so you’re chest to chest and facing him. Caleb gently moves you down his body so your face is level with his stomach and trails one hand down your spine to the small of your back. Caleb presses, indicating for you to arch your back and you choke on a gasp as Zayne aids him by steadying you with both hands on your bare ass.
“If you really need to find something to do while he eats you out you can touch me,” Caleb maunders, taking your hands in his to press against the bulge in his sweats. “Feel how hard I am for you?”
“I -”
You’re cut off by Zayne’s mouth and his tongue probing inside of you, his hands digging into your asscheeks to keep you still. The movement has you falling forward, unable to keep yourself upright and scrambling for purchase in Caleb’s sweats.
“Come on, sweetheart, don’t tell me you can’t focus on more than one thing at a time?” Caleb teases, the sweetness in his voice juxtaposing the fire in those violet eyes. “Here, I’ll help you.”
While you’re subjected to onslaught of wet, precise torture under the pleasure of Zayne’s tongue, Caleb slips his hand into his sweats. He lifts his hips to jerkily tug the waistband down and grips himself through his boxers when he’s freed himself from the cotton.
“Just like this, y-yeah?” He instructs, taking one of your hands in his free one to press it against him, eyes rolling back at the feeling of your hand finally touching him through the thin material. “Nice and slow, just like that, baby.”
You muster every bit of focus you’re capable of and allow Caleb to show you what he likes, biting your lip to stop the moans that threaten to spill out when Zayne slips a third finger inside of you from behind. The way your hips are angled gives Zayne more room and more depth, his fingers hitting a spot inside of you that you’ve never felt before.
“C-Caleb, c-can’t,” You whimper with a warning as you feel yourself clench around Zayne’s fingers.
“Are you gonna come for us, sweetheart?” Caleb lifts his hand from his cock to your cheek, soothing you with gentle strokes as Zayne fucks you with his fingers, the pressure and intensity forcing you further into Caleb’s lap.
“I - I don’t -” You babble, unable to string together more than a few words as Zayne curls his fingers, figuratively and literally eating them out of you. “F-Feels so good.”
Caleb reaches up with his other hand to cup your jaw, steadying your head so he can drag his other fingertips across your cheek to your mouth and presses down on your bottom lip with his index finger. You part your lips for him, granting him access to shove his finger inside and push it against your tongue.
You curl your tongue around Caleb’s finger, thankful for the distraction and the stability in Caleb’s strong hands. It’s not surprising to you that Zayne is able to take you apart within mere minutes of getting the feel of you, but you’re unprepared for the tidal wave of your orgasm when he alternates his tongue with his fingers, pulling them out of you to rub your swollen, exposed clit.
Caleb’s fingers slip from your mouth as you release the suction, lips falling open as a sharp, broken moan painfully claws its way out of your throat. Zayne doesn’t relent, tongue milking you for everything you’re worth, his dexterous fingers rubbing you through the waves with a cruel precision that brings you to the brink of overstimulation. It isn’t until you’re trembling so much that your legs can no longer hold you up when Zayne pulls away, a mixture of your arousal and his saliva dripping from his lips and jaws.
“That’s it, atta girl,” Caleb tries to say coolly, though when you look up at him, his eyes are glazed over. “Damn, I gotta hand it to you, doc. She’s fucking shaking.”
“I can feel that from here just fine,” Zayne drawls, wiping your residue from his face with his fingers before taking them into his mouth to take every last drop you’ve given him.
“Think she can give us another one?” Caleb wonders.
“Switch with me and I’m sure we can put that theory to the test,” Zayne moves from behind you to stand and surreptitiously adjusts himself through his boxers.
Caleb presses a sweet kiss to your forehead before jumping at the opportunity, making sure you’re steady enough on your own before moving to the other side of the couch.
“This your first time doing any of this, pipsqueak?” Caleb asks casually, but a hint of anxiety plagues the question, like he’s afraid of what you’ll have to say.
Caleb takes a hold of your hips from behind to carefully flip you over to your back, taking extra measures to not be too rough with you after the intense orgasm Zayne gave you.
“F-fingers, no -” You don’t miss the way Caleb’s expression darkens before continuing. “Th-The other thing, yes.”
“So no oral sex,” Zayne says bluntly, letting his jeans sag beneath his hips. “What about regular sex?”
“A c-couple times,” You admit shyly, tearing your gaze away from Caleb’s as a sneer curls at his lips. “Just a guy I dated for a few months my first year of college.”
“I don’t need to know who,” Zayne kneels on the floor so he’s face to face with you and lightly kisses your lips. “I just need to know what you’re comfortable with and what your boundaries are. Right, Caleb?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Caleb grumbles, clearly fighting the demons ripping at his patience. “We’ll make you forget all about him. You gonna let us fuck you, pipsqueak? You trust us?”
You nod and despite your insecurities, you’ve never felt so safe with a man before. The two men you’ve known for the majority of your life have your best interests and safety in mind and you can feel it in the way they touch you; like they’ve been given the secret roadmap to know what makes you sing for them. Zayne cups your face in his hands and kisses you sweetly, letting you adjust to the new positions and allowing you to taste the tang of yourself on his tongue.
Caleb makes quick work of his sweats, his underwear following in rapid succession. You notice the shirt he’s wearing - the annoying white one with the unnecessary buckles - and you realize you need to see all of him.
“Take it off,” You blurt. “Hate that stupid shirt.”
Caleb barks out a laugh and fulfills your request, his brief agitation from before melting away. You’ve seen Caleb shirtless more times than you can count and it’s affected you before, but with the new frame of context with him between your legs it practically sends you spiraling.
“Hate my shirt or just want to see me fully naked, pervert?” He scoffs good-naturedly, spreading your legs.
He takes his neglected cock in his hand and strokes it from base to tip, squeezing his eyes shut and shuddering. You can’t even answer him because you’re staring, open-mouthed and eyes wide as you take in the sight of him.
“You - what the hell, Caleb?”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, it’ll fit,” Caleb answers your unspoken question, tapping it against your pubic mound. “Fuck, Zayne - condom?”
Though you find it kind of funny that Caleb only chooses to address Zayne by his given name when he needs something, it’s hard to laugh when you realize he’ll be inside of you. Zayne kisses your cheek before getting up to disappear into the kitchen where his bag is and returns within moments holding a strip of condoms.
“W-We don’t need that many!” You panic, counting eight of them.
“We’ll see,” Zayne says dryly, giving no indication as to whether or not he’s joking, but Caleb laughs.
Zayne grips the corner and tears the condom packet from the perforated edges to toss to Caleb, who nods his thanks and tears the packet to put it on, but you notice he lays the rest on the floor next to the couch instead of returning them to his bag. You don’t have enough time to worry if he really does plan on going through all of them when he takes your face in his hands and forces you to look at him.
“Eyes on me, darling, okay? I want you to keep looking at me,” Zayne orders gently with a soft dominance that lets you know he’s in control no matter how kindly he’s treating you.
Caleb spreads your pussy apart with his fingertips and guides the head of his cock to your entrance, a deep, animalistic groan coming from deep in his chest as he feels you for the first time. He nudges his cock inside of you, slow and steady, letting you acclimatize to his considerable size.
“Fuck, feels so good,” He groans throatily. “So good to us, making it all wet and easy for me.”
He pushes in a couple more inches, again letting you acclimatize to the intrusion while Zayne commands your gaze.
“That’s it, darling, just keep looking at me,” Zayne pairs his words with a knowing, sympathetic nod. “Good girl, you’re doing so well.”
When Caleb bottoms out inside of you, the pressure is so intense that you can practically feel him in the back of your throat. He’s so deep that it almost hurts, but Zayne’s taken extra care to make sure you don’t feel the stretch as badly as you would have without the preparation. You flex your hips, wincing at the intrusion. Caleb is as perceptive during sex as he is in every other facet of his life, especially when it comes to you, so he bites down on his lip to keep himself grounded and stills.
“Look at that, he’s all the way inside of you,” Zayne marvels before slotting his lips against yours.
Zayne sucks your tongue into his mouth, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs and Caleb flattens a hand on your abdomen like he’s trying to measure how much of you he’s taking up. The pressure of his hand is delicious and you whimper into Zayne’s mouth, unable to keep up with his kisses.
“Gonna move, yeah?” Caleb grunts.
“Yes,” You breathe against Zayne’s lips, your mind yanked in a million different directions.
The drag of Caleb’s cock against your walls as he pulls out is delicious, intense and overbearing in all of the best ways like Caleb is in general. He withdraws until just the head of his cock rests inside of you and trembles, shaking his head to bring himself back to Earth so he doesn’t get lost in the feeling of you.
“You don’t have to do anything, okay? Let us take care of you,” Zayne mutters, trailing his lips from yours to the column of your throat.
“Lift your hips for me, baby,” Caleb instructs, slipping his hands underneath your ass as you obey. “That’s it, good girl.”
Caleb offers you a moment to adjust, his pleasure taking a backseat to your comfort.
“Gonna fuck you, okay? Is that okay with you, sweetheart?”
“Y-yes, please,” Your voice is strained, throat raw from the exhaustion of being fully serviced by the two people who mean the most in the world to you. “Need to feel you, Caleb.”
The way you say his name breaks any barrier of restraint and Caleb surges forward, filling you up all of the way as he chokes on your name. You love the nicknames both of the men have for you, but hearing your name gasped so reverently from Caleb’s lips while he buries himself inside of you causes something to sting in your eyes. Salty, warm tears brim at the ducts, threatening to spill as Caleb sets a ruthless pace. Zayne wipes them away with his thumbs, murmuring sweet praises of how good you’re being for them against your throat, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against your flesh.
“Caleb!” You cry out as he thrusts into you, cock hitting a spot so deep it’s like it knocks the wind out of you.
Your head falls back, slack in Zayne’s hands until he corrects you, tightening his grip on your jaw.
“I said keep your eyes on me,” He warns. “Keep your eyes on me or I’ll have Caleb stop. You don’t want that do you?”
“No!” You panic, tears flowing freely as you babble. “No, no, don’t stop, please - almost - almost there.”
“Are you going to come for us again?” Zayne asks, lifting one of his hands to smooth your hair away from your sweaty, tear-stained face.
“I don’t - I don’t know,” You answer truthfully, head empty with the way Caleb’s fucking you senseless.
Zayne leans forward to pry your lips open with his tongue, swallowing your cries. He pulls back to stand up, briefly releasing his grasp on your face. He tugs his jeans and underwear down to his knees and takes his cock in his hand. Zayne is long and curved, a prominent vein throbbing down the expanse of his dick. He’s kept himself neatly trimmed and groomed meticulously, not a stray hair or blemish marring the skin around it.
“Open,” He insists. “Okay?”
You don’t have much experience with giving head – your last ending disastrously with your ex boyfriend’s cum ending up in your eyes - but it’s the last thing on your mind as your mouth waters at the sight of Zayne. You part your lips for him and he hums, guiding his cock to your lips with one hand and returning the other to your jaw to stabilize you. You take his head in your mouth and experimentally swirl your tongue around the tip, slightly ashamed that you’re loving how much they’re filling you.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last,” Caleb growls. “I can feel her fucking clenching around me.”
Your mouth falls slack when Caleb slams into you, a fresh wave of tears leaking from your eyes as the pleasure pricks gooseflesh all over your skin. Zayne takes the opportunity to feed you more of his cock, releasing his grip on it to grab your hand and place it on what you can’t fit in your mouth.
“Does his cock feel good inside of you?” Zayne inquires with a mean edge, clearly not expecting you to be able to answer. “‘Do you like being a good girl for us?”
Caleb slips one of his hands out from under your ass to lift it to his mouth and spit in his palm. He spreads the saliva between your legs, making sure to cover all of you. He pinches your clit between his thumb and index finger and presses, revelling in the way you convulse around him. Your lips part in a scream that Zayne’s cock muffles and more of him slips in, triggering your gag reflex. You choke around him, spit dripping out of the sides of your mouth as your eyes water.
Zayne pulls out entirely and kneels to face you and covers your lips with his. He takes himself in his hand, stroking and squeezing in the rough way he’s accustomed to when he’s alone and murmurs sweet apologies into your mouth.
“So sorry, so good for me,” He gasps, your kisses devolving into sloppy licks, all tongue with no intention to do anything but feel. “You’re such a good girl for me - for us.”
“Fuck!” Caleb swears, the last thread of his dwindling restraint snapping and fraying like old rope. “Gonna come, g-gonna come,”
The combination of Caleb’s assault on your clit with Zayne’s sweet praises has you spasming until you go completely still, eyes widening in the shock of an orgasm so intense that you can’t move. Caleb doesn’t stop his fingers as he fucks you through the swells and torrents, your name the only thing on his lips when he spills into the condom.
“Our good girl, behaving so well for us,” Zayne barely manages between rough pants as he spills into his hand. “So good for us.”
Caleb pulls out of you, his frame shaking with exertion and the shockwaves of bliss, and clumsily pulls back to collapse into the couch. Zayne rests his sweaty forehead against yours, his seemingly endless supply of composure tapped as he pants roughly.
“Z-Zayne what about -” You worry.
“Don’t worry about me darling,” Zayne assures you shakily and winces as he discreetly wipes his hand on his jeans. “Lay back for me. Caleb?”
“What?” Caleb groans.
“Let’s go run her a bath,” Zayne instructs. “I’ll give you a moment to collect yourself.”
“Yeah, fuck, I’m getting up - we’ll come get you in a second, sweetheart.”
Zayne stands, his movements abnormally slow and clumsy. He leans forward to kiss your sticky forehead and disappears into the bathroom. Caleb follows suit, even more clumsy and gives you a kiss on the cheek. A few moments later, you hear the sound of your bathtub faucet running and the faint sounds of Caleb admonishing Zayne for not using enough hot water. You smile to yourself, exhausted beyond belief, and let yourself relax until your best friends come to get you.
hi kayla! i love ur work smm, can i request like headcanons (if you do them) about the lads men and how they eat pussy 👀
AWH THANK YOU i love you 🫶🏾 MWAH and of course :))
# PUSSYCAT DOLLS ! ᯓ★
ᯓ★ SYNOPSIS: how they eat you out :)
ᯓ★ PAIRINGS: xavier, zayne. rafayel, sylus, caleb x reader (separate)
ᯓ★ WARNINGS: eating our, overstim, edging, light degradation, praise, 69 (caleb), face down ass up (zayne), face sitting (sylus), light spanking + groping, face fucking
ᯓ★ XAVIER who eats pussy like he hasn’t eaten in years. Position wise, he is always kneeling at the end of the bed with you lying down on the edge, he heavily believes that every husband should kneel for his wife.He is serious when it comes to pussy eating. His strong large hands holding your thighs open wide, reaching your cute folds to his view, before pressing his mouth onto your pussy. His tongue licked and sucked on your clit, one of his hand coming to gently open your hole, sliding a thick index finger inside at a slow pace. His eyes closed to take in his meal properly, chest breathing heavy, his hips pathetically jumping the mattress with every taste of your cunt. “Please—fuck, you taste so divine, baby—I need more!” with a whiny moan after, his fingers speeding up quickly. He added a second finger, pumping them in and out of your hole. Your moans only made me crazier.
bonus : unknowingly, he overstimulates you from being so pussy drunk. His face red and nearly crying before he realises that you were begging for a break, your sweet little pussy clenching around his index and middle finger, thick thighs trembling profusely from the sensations, “Fuck—I’m sorry, i can’t get enough of you, gorgeous….one more?”
ᯓ★ ZAYNE who eats pussy from the back, only so he can punish you when needed. Positions wise, you’re normally face down ass up with zayne behind you in some way, eating your pussy from an angle that makes you squirm. His large, sexy hands spreading your cheeks open to see both of your holes at one, spitting at your pussy before diving in again. Zayne is in love with you clit, he flicking it with his tongue every time he can, groaning whenever you gasp because of it, his hands rubbing your thighs whenever your cut voice says, “Z-zayne! I can’t…i can’t..hold myself up..! A-ah!!” to which he licks up your slick before pulling himself off with a pop, “I’ve been holding you up, my love…i’m here, i got you.”
bonus: spanks you when you move too much! Zayne doesn’t like to be disturbed by your moving, so whenever you squirm too much or you try and pull away, a sharp smack to the ass or to your inner thigh is enough to warn you. Or he’d slap your pussy, only to regret it once you beg him to do it again, and of course he’s treating those marks when aftercare comes with a chuckle, “I don’t even remember doing this..? I hope you’re not in pain, darling.”
ᯓ★ RAFAYEL who eats pussy but also admires a lot, his tongue occasionally licking your folds, but his fingers are also deep inside of your, looking for that spot. Position wise, he likes to have you on the bed with him in between your legs, but not off the bed (just in case he wants to fuck you quickly). That exact spot…and at the same time he’s falling in love with the look of your pussy, “Prettiest pussy ever.” After a while, he gets into it, his fluffy purple hair is the only thing you can see, tied in that little man bun he did, his mouth sucking on your pussy with an inhumane speed. His spare hands going to your clit, rubbing circles to match with every lick he gives your folds. He pulls away every time you want to cum though! Just to see how wet you really arez
bonus: he didn’t know that he’s edging you. Rafayel is too into it to understand that you’ve been waiting ages to release that tension in your tummy, each forgotten orgasm made you shed a few tears. He finally realises when you complain, “R-rafa! Why are you p-punishing me?” in your whiny voice. He chuckled, the vibrations on your pussy before he spoke, “I’m not punishing you cutie, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to edge you. Awh, my little baby, I’ll make you cum soon, don’t worry.” ….maybe he knows what he’s doing.”
ᯓ★ SYLUS who eats pussy to teach you a lesson mostly, his hands holding your thighs still as you sat on his face. He loves to suffocated by you, feeling your body twitch in the most sensitive person. Your hands tied to the headboard so you couldn’t move yourself as much. His hands groping your ass, pulling you closer whenever you’d try to back away, “Please…? At least untie me!!” If you piss him off too much — squirming and pulling your body away from his mouth — he’d pop off with a growl, glaring up at you, “Stay fucking still, or I won’t make you cum at all.” He licks your folds more, squeezing the flesh of your ass whilst pathetically humping the air. His tongue entering your hole before slurping up your slick. “Fuck, you taste divine.” before going back for another rounds, dismissing your “Please—please Sy—Ah! You’re too fast!!” with a another lick.
bonus: he loves being in control, so he switches in between orgasm, making you beg good enough if you want to cum. if it’s not up to standards, you don’t get to. “Mhm…good” is what he’d say…before leaving you at the last second, hearing your whines and cute little whimpers, “Sy!—I was close! That-that’s not fair!—Ah!” He swat your ass harshly before growling, “You should’ve begged properly then.” Then he continues, finally letting you cum properly when you beg him good enough.
ᯓ★ CALEB who does the almighty three — eat, finger and get a blowjob. Position wise, he loves a good 69, having you struggle to even suck him off because he was eating you out so good made him even harder. His mouth was moving so fast that it was hard to even p your mouth around his dick, your moans escaping you faster. To try and give him pleasure, you’d wrap your hands around his cock before pumping it up and down, seeing his leg twitch slightly from the unexpected pleasure. “Fuck—pips, let me do the work. You d-don’t have to—“ with a whine, you looked back, “..but i want to?” Caleb can’t resist that face…so he let you put your mouth on him before starting himself.
bonus: caleb thrusts into your mouth whenever he feels like it. you could be gently sucking him off whilst letting him eat you out nicely, but when he gets a little too into it, his hips would shoot up and fuck your face. Do you move? Absolutely not, but you do help, rubbing his balls whenever he thrusted upwards and the other hand caressing the space of his dick you couldn’t fit. “Ah—you’re so good…i love you so much…A-ah! Slow!” and you silence him by pressing your cunt on his face, as he takes out his feelings on you too.
―⭑❥.ᐟ SUMMARY: Caleb has you sprawled out below him, voice low and teasing in your ear as the tension builds even further. Find out what happens when it finally snaps.
―⭑❥.ᐟ WORD COUNT: 2.4K
―⭑❥.ᐟ A/N: Sorry y'all but I'm going to have to continue with ANOTHER part. There's just so much and it's a lot easier to write the whole story in multiple parts. I hope you enjoy this one tho, let me now what you think! If you wanna sign up to be tagged, the link is right below :3
“You love being called princess, don’t you? Princess.”
A whine escaped your lips, desperation growing with each passing second. “Don’t tease me..” you trailed off. Caleb smirked into your neck, nipping at it, causing you to let out a suppressed moan. He rose to meet your eyes, face close enough to feel the heat radiating from his skin.
You were unsure whether to look away or match his intensity. His gaze on you was hot, it seared your skin like the sun. You had completely forgotten what position you were in till you felt his hard-on pressed right against your core.
It was difficult to ignore, and quite frankly not something you wanted to do anyway. His hands trailed from your thighs to your waist, thumbs resting right below your stomach and he pressed down firmly. Sparks shot to your core as you let out a moan and arched your back.
“There you go. That’s what I like to hear.” He growled lowly. Writhing in his hold, your desperation was now tangible, and you wanted him inside you, badly. One of your legs was hung on his shoulder, his lips meeting the flesh of your calf in a tender kiss.
“Caleb, please I can’t wait any longer.” You ground against his bulge, a sharp grunt came from the man at the unexpected gesture. Involuntary, his hips bucked into yours, both of you sighing in symphony.
He doesn’t know what took over him but he began to roll his hips against yours, slowly. With a satisfied sigh, you threw your head back, feeling the clothed tip flick against your clit when his crotch slid against yours perfectly.
“Hng—Baby..” he couldn’t stop himself, despite needing to be inside you. The feeling of your bare cunt against his restrained cock nearly drove him mad as his hips continued the motion.
“Oh god. Yes~” Your sighs were music to his ears, the energy fueling him to keep going. The rigid fabric created the perfect friction you craved. Clutching the sheets, your hips moved against his own.
The room was hot. A symphony of your moans, his grunts, and fabric shuffling filled the air. You felt that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach as your moans increased in pitch. “I’m-Caleb..”
He could tell you were close, and like the sick bastard he was he stopped. Your head whipped up, annoyance and desperation written on your face clear as day. He watched your reaction and chuckled, his grip on your hips loosening slightly.
“Caleb, what the fuck?” You let out an exasperated grumble. He only continued to laugh, mocking you “I’ve been trying to get off all day, why would you do that?!” Your exclamation only made his laughter increase, in turn making you more upset as your face burned hot.
Not entirely registering what he was doing, you continued your ramble as he placed the most gentle of kisses along your leg, up your thigh, and finally your mound. A gasp slipped from your lips.
Before you could say another word, Caleb’s tongue flicked out, tasting you. A moan was drawn from your mouth, hands grasping his hair desperately as the warm muscle invaded your walls.
“Mmph! Hah..” the desperation and satisfaction in your whines and whimpers spurred Caleb on, his tongue aggressively assaulted your clit. His lips suctioned around you, causing you to buck and arch.
“Caleb!” He caught you by surprise, sucking and flicking the sensitive bud as you wriggled in his hold. It was almost too much, unsure whether you wanted him to stop or keep going. “Haaa fuck—“
Your wanton moans fill the air, the slurping and sucking accompanying Caleb’s mouth, all making your head spin.
The grip on his hair got tighter as you shoved him further into your dripping cunt. “Caleb please~” you begged him. You were so close, not wanting to be denied, you begged him hard. The word “please” fell from your lips like a mantra, feeling that coil in your stomach ready to become undone.
He pulled away with a pop. “Wanna cum, princess?” His words reverberated against your sensitive flesh. You bit your lip, nodding eagerly as his tongue laved over your bundle of nerves.
“Yes—please, please let me cum.” You sobbed, eyes pricking with tears once more, threatening to spill. “Please~” you whined, attempting to shove his head closer to your core if that was even possible.
Your walls began to convulse as your hips bucked wilder. Caleb held you down firmly and worked you thoroughly, finally letting you hit your climax. His name spilled from your lips while he helped you ride it out.
Even after you had finished, you still felt his tongue drawing lazy circles on your cunt, scrounging for remnants of your release to savor with his tongue. “S-Stop it’s too mu-mmph!” his lips wrapped firmly around you. Giving one final suck before pulling away.
He looked up at you like a hungry animal, pupils were blown out, staring at you almost like he was ready to dive back in, but he stopped himself, for you of course. Rising back up, you could see your slick glistening on his nose, chin, and lips.
“Fuck...” You exhaled, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Without skipping a beat, Caleb captured your lips in his own, teeth and tongue clashing in a passionate kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, only making your body grow hotter.
You both pulled away, panting with flushed faces as you stared into each other’s eyes. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that..” He murmured onto your lips while his fingers wrapped gently around your thigh, pulling you flush against his crotch once more.
Involuntarily you bucked into it, earning a groan from him. He truly was trying to do the gentlemanly thing and not fuck your brains out but you were making it so hard for him to resist that temptation. His hips rocked against yours, clothed bulge pressed against your cunt, staining the thin fabric concealing his raging boner, preventing you from feeling him fully.
Once more, you both found yourself grinding against each other like animals in heat, almost scared to rid of the barrier between you both.
Another climax was already en route, still very sensitive from the previous orgasm. “Almost-“ Then he stopped. Again.
“Caleb, I swear to fucking—I will walk away right now if you do this again. Fuck yo—“The tip of his cock was pressed right against your clit. A gasp slipped from your lips.
He was big. Could it even fit inside you??
“I’m trying, princess.” You hadn’t realized it but while you were busy pouting and fussing, Caleb slipped himself from his boxers, a stupid grin plastered on his face because he couldn’t believe he could have you, finally.
“It’s so big—“ he smirked, feeling proud. “I don’t think it’ll fit.” You said exasperated. You could see the smirk on his face droop slightly, faint worry laced in his expression.
The last thing he would ever wanna do is hurt you.
“Do you really want this..? Want me?” He sounded almost pathetic with how he was whispering against your lips, the question carrying a pleading undertone. His breath was warm and fanned against your skin. The tip of his cock pushing insistently against your clit while he waited for your answer.
You felt a little less nervous about the sheer size of his cock. You grabbed the sides of his face, pulling him in for another kiss. “If I didn’t-“ kiss “I wouldn’t-“ kiss “be here. Now stop talking so much and put yourself to use.”
That was all he needed to hear. If there was one thing Caleb loved to do it was tease, which I’m sure you’ve picked up on by now. He rubbed his length up and down your quivering slit, studying your reactions intently as his lips quirked up slightly.
He loved seeing the way your mouth fell open, bliss completely enveloping your body and senses. “Caleb, please, you’ve teased enough.”
“Beg.” You couldn’t believe your ears. He could not be serious.
“You’re joking..” to which he tilted his head at you silently. You let out a whine nearly crying with his prolonged silence only caving because you desperately need him inside you. Setting aside what little pride you had left, a string of pathetic pleas left your mouth.
“Pleasepleaseplease, I nee—hng~” he slid the tip of his cock into you slowly. Watching you closely for any signs of discomfort. You were squeezing him like a vice, it nearly choked the air out of his lungs.
“Nnggh..Baby..relax—you’re so tight..” your toes were curling, his cock felt like it was splitting you open. Your nails dug crescent shapes into his skin as he sunk into your walls slowly while you bit your lip to brace yourself.
“Too big—“ you choked out, thumb frantically tapping his arm, to which he stopped his advances. Caleb was about halfway in, straining and doing his best not to fuck up into you.
He brought his lips to your forehead, planting a gentle kiss as he stroked your skin. “I’m sorry baby, it’ll be over soon.” The sensation of his lips fluttering along your face helped you soon forget about the numbing sensation on your lower half.
Testing your comfort, you gave him a squeeze, his hips twitched in restraint as he threw his head forward, hair tickling your nose. Nothing but groans and heavy, shaky breaths left his body, arms braced at the sides of your head.
“Ok..you can continue.” You murmured. Caleb continued slowly pushing his way inside you, fighting against your tight walls before finally bottoming out.
You felt full. You nearly couldn’t breathe. You could feel him twitch inside you, sweat pricking his skin as you both adjusted to the position. After some moments of exchanged groans and sighs, slowly but carefully, he pulled out.
“Oh my god…” you gasped, thinking it couldn’t get any more intense till he slid back inside. “Oh fuck—Caleb…” he let out a sigh of satisfaction, feeling your walls hug his cock with each thrust of his hips.
He continued this slow pace, lips finding yours as he swallowed up every sound that spilled from your mouth. His fingers slid along your palm and tangled in yours.
Caleb loved you. He wanted to cherish this moment before his last shred of sanity was squeezed away by your tight walls. So he made love to you. It was a slow, sensual tango of bodies, the steady rhythm of his hips forcing cries from your lips.
His eyes bore into yours, feeling yourself get consumed by him. “You’re so beautiful princess..” he whispered above your lips, eyes full of affection and adoration.
You could only sigh in response, eyes screwing shut and head thrown back as he found a particular spot inside you. With your throat now exposed, Caleb planted kisses along the column of your neck while his hips moved in tangent.
“Caleb~” Something in him snapped with the way you moaned his name. He’s shown his tender side, now you were in for so much more. He gripped your thighs, hooking them over his shoulder, he stared at your wandering eyes, drinking in the sight of the last few seconds of serenity that would cross your face while he was inside you.
His hips snapped forward, slamming himself deep inside you. The action caught you very off guard as it choked a moan from you. Giving you absolutely no time to speak, he pulled out almost entirely before slamming his hips back, knocking the wind from your lungs.
Your attempts to call out his name were drowned out by the sound of your own moans. The intensity and vigor with which he fucked you was beyond anything you could imagine.
He was practically splitting you open as he bullied his way into your cunt, tip kissing your cervix while you babbled. He gathered your wrists in one hand, raising them above your head before pinning them there with his evol.
You were trapped. His hands slid along your body before reaching your breasts. With his rough padded fingers, he grasped a nipple between his fingers, pinching and rolling it like a toy.
A yelp escaped your lips, the sensation of it all making your head spin. He continued to play with your nipples, making sure to give both equal attention while he stuffed you full of his cock.
Hooking his hands under your knees, he pressed your legs against your chest, folding you nearly in half “HNGG! CA-“ he pulled out, driving deep into you once more, the sound of skin slapping skin was prominent with each thrust.
Your eyes rolled back, feeling how deep he was hitting. Tears pricked your eyes, the sensation causing that knot to form in the pit of your stomach. Spit trickled from the corner of your mouth, moans spilling endlessly while he drove his cock into you.
Any sense of coherence left in your body was gone. He watched your mind go blank while you attempted to beg him. The only thing on your mind was his name and his cock. “Open.” his words didn’t register in your mind.
Gripping your face firmly, he tilted your head till you looked him in the eyes. You were such a beautiful mess for him. Eyes glimmering, face flushed, lips swollen and caught between your teeth. “H-Huh..?”
“Open.” His thumb forced its way past your lips, hooking on your teeth and prying your mouth open. He spit in your mouth. “Now swallow.” You did as you were told and swallowed what he gave you, sticking your tongue out to show him. “Good fucking girl.” his hips slammed harshly against yours.
You were such a dirty broken mess for him and he loved it. Feeling your climax draw closer, you could feel yourself nearly forcing yourself away from him. But he only drew you closer, pushing your legs impossibly closer to your chest.
“Take it.” The look in his eyes was almost sinister, dog tag hitting his skin aggressively with each thrust. You felt yourself unraveling, the coil in your stomach snapping as you came hard. “There you go~” He cooed watching you break beneath him.
“Mmmgh..” you were no longer capable of using words. His pace didn’t let up as you shattered, fucking you through your orgasm. That creamy white ring formed around the base of his cock while he fucked you.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
―⭑❥.ᐟ SUMMARY: Caleb had returned from Skyhaven, eager to see your face as always. Trying to sneak up on you, he finds a more pleasant surprise waiting to welcome him home.
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―⭑❥.ᐟ A/N: Here's some more of my brainrot writing, this might be a little more accurate now that I have a better idea of his character. This is a multi-part fic, I'm not sure how many parts but its likely it'll be 2. Hope you all like it, let me know what you think! Enjoy! (Did wanna add once more that if you wanna join my taglist, to make sure your settings allow me to tag you and that your username is correct.)
Your legs were clenched tightly, the man before you held a gaze so hot it burned holes through your body. What were you doing before? You had been in your room, trying desperately to get off for the last hour, frustration etched in your movements and moans as you rubbed your clit, a groan of irritation leaving your lips as yet, another orgasm slipped through your fingers, literally.
Unbeknownst to you, Caleb had come back from Skyhaven to visit you like always. He walked through the door quietly, hoping to catch you by surprise. Gently, he shut the door behind him and carefully set down his things, looking eagerly for you till he heard the sighs and moans that came from behind your door. He knew he shouldn’t be listening in but he couldn’t help it, you sounded heavenly. “Caleb~“
His heart thumped hard in his chest, did you know he was there? “Right there-“ the sighs spilled from your lips as he listened to you. Caleb crept closer, realizing now that your door was cracked just barely, giving him a good enough view of you.
The sight he saw before him made his body burn, his skin prick with sweat, and his pants unbearably tight. There you were, draped in one of his many shirts, not an uncommon occurrence for you, but seeing your legs spread and your hand on your cunt, it made something inside him stir.
He stayed there for a while, debating whether to stay or walk away. Unable to let himself indulge in such a guilty pleasure he began to slink away, that is until he heard your frustrated groan followed by a whine.
Sneaking back to the door, he watched you throw your head back in defeat. A pout of frustration wore on your lips, the same pout he loved so much and couldn’t resist. Without even thinking he pushed your door open.
Startled, you gasped and scrambled under your sheets. Your face burned hot as you tried to compose yourself. “Caleb-“
“Ah ah.” He said, catching you somewhat off guard. He was so serious…Taking the chair from the middle of your room, he pulled it up beside your bed and took a seat.
Your eyes flicker down at his crotch to see the strain in his pants, before quickly looking back at his face, hoping he didn’t notice the shift in gaze. “What are you-“
“I know now. You can’t hide it anymore, there’s no need to.” When he said those words your heart dropped to your ass, beating fast as you stared at him almost in horror “Caleb I’m so fucking sor-“
“Open.” He commanded. You couldn’t quite read him and you stared at him bewildered. “Your legs, open your legs.” He said more gently now. “Wha-“ His fingers graze your legs through the blanket.
“You want me right? Want my help?” Gnawing your lip, you nod slowly but surely. “Good, then spread those legs, princess.” Your face burned hot as his words reached your ears.
Doing as he asked, you peeled the blanket away and exposed your bare lower half to him. He inhaled sharply through his nose and scooted closer, the vein in his neck straining.
He leaned in, his scent infiltrating your nostrils, almost instantly short-circuiting your brain. “Sit back for me and show me how you do it, yeah?” Shyly you nodded, positioning yourself to be right in front of him.
You wanted to desperately start up again, feeling your core begin to leak once more but you were almost scared stiff. “Relax, close your eyes, and listen to my voice.” You nodded, to which he was pleased. “Good girl…now play with your clit.”
Trying your best to calm down, your fingers crept lower, eyelids fluttering shut. A strangled moan left your lips when you reached your clit. You heard a shaky breath from Caleb, which only managed to spur you on further.
His eyes were trained on your face, flicking between the bliss you exuded and the way you worked yourself. His voice was husky and breathless, “Keep going just like that..” Caleb watched intently, savoring the whines that slipped past your lips.
Seeing how slick your entrance had become, he wanted more. “Slide your fingers inside.” He rasped out, breath growing heavy. He watched your two middle fingers slip into your cunt, stretching the flesh around it. It took absolute restraint for him to stay seated, seeing the way your chest heaved, the moans that spilled from your lips, and the shallow thrusting of your fingers. All while draped in his shirt that was way too big for you.
As you continued, a creamy white ring started to form around your fingers, the noises lewd made your ears burn. “Caleb~ Please.” you whined out, not quite sure what it was you were begging for, but he knew.
Your moans only got louder, your fear and worry long forgotten as you sank into the pleasure. Slumping back onto your elbows, you instinctively spread your legs wider, seeking more. As you neared your peak, your movements became urgent, your moans more desperate–until his next command cut through your haze “Now stop.”
What?
Your body betrayed you, obeying him almost instantly. Though you didn’t stop entirely, your pace did slow down, a whine of frustration escaping your lips as your pleading eyes met his.
As much as he wanted to bend at your whim, and give you what you wanted, he didn’t. He had other plans for you. Leaning back into his chair, legs spread wide, he silently shook his head. “But why?” You whimpered, fingers still moving at a torturously slow pace.
“I told you to stop, princess. Why are you still moving them, hm?” you flashed him another pleading look to which he exhaled deeply. “Alright—go on.” With his permission now granted, you eagerly resumed your previous activities, slumping back into your elbows as the world around you faded into nothing but the intense sensations he had so carefully put together.
Lost in the indulgence, you barely noticed the faint rustling and shifting sounds nearby. Every ounce of focus was consumed by your approaching climax, your sole objective now was to reach it.
Then there it was, a moan that didn’t belong to you, a very strangled, guttural moan. You paused your movements, sitting up to look at him, only to find him palming himself through his pants. His gaze was lidded, staring at you through the fringe of his hair.
You stared at him almost in awe, forgetting your pleasure for a moment. Then he got up, his body moving almost completely beyond his control. Quickly he closed the distance, pushing you flat against the bed. Leaning down he whispers in your ear, “Don’t stop now, you’ve been doing so good.”
Before your mind could process his words, you felt his fingers rest atop yours, aiding to push them deeper into your pussy, causing you to shut your eyes and moan loudly. Your eyes fluttered open when you heard him chuckle softly.
He continued to guide your fingers, his larger hand almost completely covering yours as you stared deep into his irises, purple and sparkling with mischief. You felt his finger start to intrude your entrance, sliding in right next to yours, causing you to gasp out.
“Caleb—oh fuck.” You tossed your head back into the sheets, absolutely blissed out. He studied your face closely, watching every change in your expression as he fingered you. Suddenly he stopped. Your head whipped up as you pouted but before you could protest, he hoisted you up and sat you in his lap, your back resting against his chest.
One of his arms hooked under your knee, bending your leg, while the other snaked over your waist and rested on your hip, forcing your thighs apart. You hadn’t realized the scene before you, till you saw the glint of his necklace chain in the mirror in front of you.
That’s right, the mirror that you look into every single day, making sure you were stylish before heading out, was now reflecting something far more obscene. Your cunt was on full display for him to see and his hand was only snaking closer to your clit.
Unable to deal with the embarrassment it brought upon you, you whipped your head away, trying to hide your face in his arm as best as possible. “Eyes up, baby girl.”
“I-I can’t-“ you whined, almost pleading to let you off. Attempting to bury your face further, your body shifts slightly. He pinches your clit lightly, causing you to gasp out and arch your back.
“Yes, you can. Now eyes up.” He instructed soft and low into your ear. You managed to look up, finding his face nestled in the crook of your neck, peeking out over your shoulder as he slipped his fingers inside you.
“Oh my god—“ you sighed out, body tensing in his hold as he worked you slowly. Caleb watched you through the reflection of the mirror, loving how you squirmed and whined for him. The grip on his forearm was rough, nails digging crescents into his skin. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You practically sobbed out after being denied an orgasm for so long.
Your other arm managed to find its way to his hair, gripping him tightly and pulling him even closer to your neck, moaning shamelessly as his teeth sank into the flesh of your neck.
He chuckled darkly, quite amused with your desperation as your hips bucked up to meet his fingers. Your pussy was a leaking mess, fluids and juices flowing down onto the bulge of his pants—that sat right below your cunt.
He continued to tease you, bringing you too close to your high and refusing to let you fall. A tortuous tug of war ensued with your body. Tears of frustration streamed down your face as you babbled and begged him. and as much as he loved the sound of your pleading whines, he couldn't help but give in to your pleas, he wanted to have fun too after all.
Slowly, he slipped his fingers out of you, squelching in the process. Gently pushing you onto your feet, he spun you both and dragged you onto the mattress. He slowly removed his shirt, exposing the expanse of muscle that lay beneath the fabric.
Your face grew hot with each inch of skin exposed, eyes trailing down to the ‘V’ that dips right under his beltline. You were staring so hard you didn’t even realize his shirt was fully taken off till his hands reached for his belt buckle, slowly unclasping it.
“Like what you see?” He teased, watching the way your eyes followed his movements, how you subconsciously gnawed on your lip, absolutely mesmerized. You’re not quite sure how, but you were suddenly possessed with the courage to walk up and touch him, but you did and something inside him snapped.
Caleb laid you down eagerly, sprawling you out on the mattress, admiring the view below him—you wearing his shirt, looking up at him flushed and desperate.
“Such a perfect mess for me.” He murmured, running a hand along your thigh, and pulling your hips flush against his crotch— loving the way you gasped and jolted at merely his touch. “You’re so sensitive, Princess~” he teased, emphasizing the nickname that had your knees weak.
Unconsciously you clench your legs, which elicited a reaction from him. He leaned down, dog tags clinking before resting on your neck as he whispered into your ear. “You love being called princess, don’t you? Princess.”
cw. fingering you on a live stream, possessiveness, jealousy
a/n. horny 4 him again lol & not proof read !!!
streamer!Caleb who let you be his roommate for time being because you didn't have a place to stay, and he wasn't complaining. though, he didnt think much of it, but it was a huge distraction to his streaming side job.
streamer!Caleb who was currently live streaming as you were cooking in the kitchen. Caleb was talking to his chat as he leaned back on his chair, his bored eyes glance at the chat and to his second monitor with a wallpaper of you.
streamer!Caleb whose expression immediately changed when you walked in the room and gave him a plate of food, a small smile formed on his lips as he carefully took the plate from you, and god, he needed to kiss you, bad.
streamer!Caleb whose eyes landed on the chat and a certain someone said something that immediately changed his mood. Caleb’s eyes darkened as he silently read what the idiot dared to ask for–his girl’s number. he kept the username in mind, for later, of course.
streamer!Caleb who decided to try to ignore the angry thoughts rushing through him and continued the stream per usual. but an hour passed and the troll was back at it again, asking to see you again. Caleb quietly scowled at the screen as the troll continued to pester him with dumbass questions.
streamer!Caleb who clenched his fist when he couldn't handle the questions anymore, "you want to see her? want her number, huh?" Caleb teased and leaned his head back before he called you into his room.
streamer!Caleb who immediately wrapped his fingers around your waist before you pulling you to his lap as he angled the camera at the perfect spot. Caleb's fingers trailed under your tiny skirt as he hiked up the fabric revealing more of you each second.
streamer!Caleb who rests his chin on your shoulder as he stares at the chat, the troll still unfazed as he continued to shower you with praises and unnecessary compliments. with one hand, Caleb gripped on your thighs with an aggressive manner and with the other he slid your panties down.
"Caleb?" you whisper, grabbing onto the sides of his chair, and before you knew it, your panties fell slid down your legs and plopped on the ground. Caleb let out a quiet, amused chuckle before his fingers rested against your twitchy clit.
"what is it, pipsqueak?" his teasing voice soothed against your ears, Caleb rubbed small circles against your clit and you let out a whine, squirming beneath him. Caleb glanced at the chat and the troll's comments started to end up more degrading.
"y'see this?" Caleb whispered, slipping a finger in your soaking cunt, the movements from his one finger working so well inside you almost made you cum at the spot, which also made you grip on his chair even tighter.
a low unsteady moan escaped your lips and you buck your hips the slightest and thats when you felt Calebs boner poke against your ass. Caleb told you to stay put before he slid another finger inside you.
"how're you feelin'? both of you." Caleb asked you, and the idiot in the chat. you whimpered and nodded quickly in response while the troll in the stream just sent a '...' in response.
"still want that number?" Caleb teased.
"go on pipsqueak, tell him your number."
Caleb's fingers curled inside you and you shamelessly listen to him as you started reciting the first three digits of your number. Caleb laughs and continues to senselessly fucks your cunt with his fingers.
"silly girl."
before you could get to the next three digits, Caleb leaned in and ended the stream, continuing to finger you on his lap.
"cale– 'm gonna cum!" you gasp, riding out your orgasm on his fingers. Caleb nodded and rested his forehead against your shoulder. a wave of pleasure rushed through you when you felt the white mixture pool down your pussy.
streamer!Caleb who carried you to the bed and climbed on top of you, his necklace dangling above your face before he leaned in and planted small kisses along your face.
nsfw (18+). includes first time, virginity loss, unprotected sex, porn with feelings, caleb is a virgin loser who pretends he's a sex god but is actually ready to cum the moment he slides it in, cunnilingulus, lots of nicknames, belly bulge because caleb is huge, creampie (because i firmly believe he's into breeding). likes and reblogs will be very helpful !!
”Hng... is it all in yet?”
The question almost sounds silly, reminiscent of the times you went on trips with Caleb and you'd ask him if you were there yet every five minutes. But you can't laugh now because you feel like your body's about to split apart, filled to the brim as Caleb breaches your cunt as slowly as he can manage.
He's gripping each side of your waist, his restraint felt through the faint trembling of his fingers. Be patient, he chants in his mind, sweat dripping down his temples. If you're not careful, you're going to hurt her.
But all that leaves his mouth is, “Just half. You're too tight, pipsqueak. Feels like you're about to cut my dick off.”
“Half?!” you exclaim in disbelief. You do know for a fact that Caleb is quite... big. Not that you have a frame of reference — this is the first time you've seen one, most definitely the first time you've ever taken one, but knowing you only have half inside you when you feel full is. Kind of making you crazy. Just a bit.
You hit him in the chest with a loose fist. “This is your fault. You're too big.”
Caleb laughs weakly, sounding like the wind is knocked out of him. “You're blaming me for something I can't control now?”
“Yes, I am. How do you even— walk around with that thing? I don't think that's a normal size.” You're blabbering. All you've said thus far is probably the most unsexy thing Caleb's ever heard, nothing like the dirty talk in the porn DVDs under Caleb's childhood bed that he insists were from his high school friends and he didn't watch any of it.
Even so, the desire in Caleb's eyes doesn't dwindle. He leans down to caress your cheek, the softness in his expression making your heart race. “Well, too bad. This is the only one you're getting.” He traces the line of your jaw, peppering kisses over the column of your neck. “You can't do this with anyone but me, right?”
It isn't a question, and Caleb certainly won't take no for an answer.
“...Caleb, you say the craziest things someti— ?!” You squeak as Caleb starts rubbing your clit in tight circles, sucking new marks onto your collarbone. You loosely grasp his flicking wrist, conflicted between pushing his hand away or pulling it closer. “Don't— do that so suddenly— ah!”
“I know you can take me in. You just have to try harder,” he murmurs to your skin, feeling your walls spasm around his cock with every flick of his fingers. Watery noises soon follow his motions, embarrassingly audible along with the whimpers you try and fail to hide. His heart squeezes in his chest when you hold onto his back tighter, letting out small ‘ah-ah-ah’s that send heat directly to his cock.
“Caleb...” you mutter weakly, dazed eyes staring at the ceiling. “Caleb...!” you gasp with more urgency when he changes the rhythm, rubbing faster as he slowly slides another inch inside your pussy.
“Just a bit more, baby...” Caleb hisses as you engulf him in your warmth, walls clenching around him wetly. “Yeah, that's it... just like that... mn, good girl...”
Finally, you feel his pelvis press against your skin, the entirety of his thick cock inside you. You let out a shuddering breath, fingers running through Caleb's sweat-matted hair, attempting to adjust to the new sensation of fullness.
The feeling of being full is indescribable; it feels new, perhaps a bit uncomfortable, and yet it's also fulfilling, knowing you're connected with the person you've always longed for in the most intimate way possible.
Caleb's panting with the exertion of holding back, his hand cupping your cheek, tenderly swiping over the soft skin with his thumb. “Do you feel any pain?”
You shake your head, leaning to his warm palm. “No, I just feel... a lot right now.”
Caleb smiles in relief, pecks a kiss on your forehead, and sucks in a breath when his gaze trails lower on your body. His hand on your waist moves to splay on your stomach, the direct pressure evoking a sharp “ah!” out of your lips.
“N... no way...” you stare at the faint bulge in both mortification and arousal. “Is that— your—”
Your stomach is... not supposed to look like that. It isn't, right? But Caleb is looking at you with such awe and wonder, tracing the highest point of the bulge on your stomach, the tendrils of desire swirling in his gaze darkening further.
Slowly, Caleb pulls out until only the tip remains inside, and you watch as your stomach flattens with his movement. “Fuck,” he says with feeling. “Please tell me I can move.”
No, you can't, you want to say. Just the sight of him filling you up — in the literal sense of the word — is overwhelming. But you know Caleb is holding back for your sake. Always has been.
Has held back probably before you could even remember, playing the role of an older brother figure looking out for his reckless sister to suppress the feelings he's long learned to ignore. Has held back every time a boy looked at you with lovestruck eyes in high school, staring at the love letter on your desk but never commenting on it. Has held back whenever you told him you were going to a mixer your friends cajoled you into joining, zipping up your dress for the night and reminding you to call him when you were done so he could come pick you up.
He has been holding back even just a while ago, patiently stretching you open with his fingers as he kissed away the apprehension in your eyes, often asking you if it hurt and if you wanted to stop. And if you said yes, he really would; he'd wash you up, carry you to the dining table, and cook up a midnight snack for you before cuddling to sleep. You know that because Caleb would do anything for you.
So now, with the veins on his arms pronounced from the strain of gripping the sheets, his eyes attentively looking at your expression for any signs of pain, you can only say one thing. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to give him a chaste kiss on the lips.
“Fuck me, Caleb.”
There's a hitch of a breath. And then he slides home.
Each thrust of his hips is pronounced with wet plaps, obscenely loud while slick dribbles out of your cunt, pooling into the sheets beneath you. His cock is covered in your arousal, glistening in your wetness, and he pounds into you again and again, watching your cunt cling to him every time he pulls out.
“You seriously...” Caleb groans, his loving gaze tinted with hungry desire. A delighted thrill runs through him each time you call his name sweetly, nails raking down lines on his back, the cutest noises leaving your mouth. “I wanted to treat you gently, but I can't hold back if you say it like that.”
He's dreamed of this for a long time, as far back as a teenager hitting puberty. The prettiest girl on his bed, disheveled by his doing, clinging around him as he pounds her to the mattress, able to take her however he wants and allowed to whisper the overflowing affection he feels without needing to hide it anymore.
It was once a fleeting dream. Just something he knows will never come true, so long as your relationship doesn't change. At one point, your relationship even almost seemed irreparable.
But you stubbornly pulled him back to you. Even when it hurt you. Even when he was content to look after you from a distance. Even when he accepted that no matter how much he wanted you, his love would never mean anything if you didn't love him back.
But you allowed him this much. You allowed him to be in such close proximity, to shower you with affectionate kisses, to lick up your tears. You gave yourself to him, your firsts, your heart, your love.
It's more than he ever hoped for.
“Mine...” he mumbles to himself, kissing at every expanse of skin he can reach. “You're really mine...”
Caleb's hands roam over your curves, caressing your body with care, plucking away at all your sensitive spots. A smattering of red marks appear with every press of his lips, and he never gets enough of seeing them bloom.
“C-Caleb, don't suck there... Everyone's going to see them,” you whine, trembling with the pleasure. His hips never stop driving forward, aimed at the spot that makes your toes curl, your walls squeezing down on him. It's hot, wet, and so damn good to feel you gushing around him, soaked in your warmth.
“Let them see.” He sucks another mark beneath your jaw. Satisfaction curls deep in his chest when he thinks how it'll peek through the collar of your hunter's uniform. “It'll drive away the pests.”
It's not something he'd say on an ordinary day. But restraint slips from his fingers each time you indulge him, and this time is no different.
“Ah, mmh, haa...!”
“Does it feel good when I thrust shallowly like this?” He presses insistently against a spot that has you writhing, clawing at his back. “Or you like being fucked deep?”
He sheathes himself in one go, the sound of his balls smacking against your ass absolutely filthy. Squealing, you cream around him, fresh spurts of slick soaking his cock. “Fuck,” you gasp, grasping at his broad shoulders for purchase.
Caleb grins. “Yeah,” he breathes out, feeling your wetness drip down his thighs, “that's what I thought.” And he does it again.
Plap, plap, plap. The slap of skin on skin continues to ring out, each time wetter than the last. You're trying to bury yourself under the covers, but Caleb certainly doesn't mind the mess. Revels in it, even, watching the glistening slick coat him further.
“Come on, now, don't hide your face,” he coos, picking up the blanket you've taken to hiding your face with. “I want to see you.”
“Mmgh... no way...” your voice is trembling, teary eyes looking up at him in a show of upset. “I'm— ah— making a weird face right now...!”
“No, you're not.” He presses a kiss on your forehead. Your closed eyes. The tip of your nose. “You're so cute. The most gorgeous woman I've ever laid eyes on. So don't try to hide, yeah? Let me see you.”
“Ah, hn, Caleb, that's— !”
“Feels good here?”
“Yes, yes, right there! Ohh...”
Caleb groans, “You just squeezed me so tight.” He licks a stripe up the valley of your breasts, tongue swirling around a nipple, all the while never leaving his eyes on your pleasured expression. When he grinds against a spongy spot, you jolt underneath him, a loud cry of his name spilling from your lips.
So cute so cute so cute, the desperate chant in his mind continues to say, his hips tirelessly driving forward to plunge into your warmth. You sound so sweet, gasping and moaning uncontrollably, crying out for his cock.
“Caleb,” you sob, trying to string together a coherent thought. “Is it just me or, mmph, you became even bigger?”
Caleb laughs, almost apologetic. A peck lands on your jaw. “Sorry, sweetheart. I can't help it.”
You hit your fist on his back. “Help it! I think I'll split into two if there's even just an extra centimeter in me...!”
“Even if you tell me that much...” he hisses through gritted teeth, trying to keep his head clear in spite of your walls spasming against him, hot and wet and so slick he hears every move he makes. “Mm, fuck... You feel too good inside, baby... I've been trying not to cum since we started...”
He buries his face to your neck, breathing in your scent. You shiver, his warm breath tickling your skin, thrusts slowing but hitting deep all the same. “A-are you close, Caleb?”
“I'm doing all I can so I won't be, pips.”
“Well, I...” you swallow, weaving your fingers through his hair. “I don't mind if you... cum first.”
“No.” His hands find your thighs, gripping at the soft flesh to spread your legs wider. Your folds are an enticing color, sucking around his cock, and he has to bite his lip to avoid letting out a pathetic moan. “This night is about you. I want to make you feel good.”
He sits up, and you almost protest when he pulls out, the gaping emptiness nearly leaving you cold. “Wait—”
“Shh,” Caleb leans down, hooking your legs over his broad shoulders. “Leave everything to me.”
He pools saliva at the tip of his tongue, letting it drip down your cunt. He smears it messily around your clit with his thumb, rubbing and prodding, watching your face twist in pleasure with a hooded gaze.
“Caleb, you— haa!”
Whatever you're about to say is interrupted by a scream when Caleb begins to lick, his tongue lapping at your pussy almost hungrily. He swirls it around your little bud, encloses it around with his lips to suck. You begin pulling his hair when he dips his tongue inside your hole, drinking up the juices that overflow and drip down his chin.
Caleb has never looked so disheveled before, sweat dotting his skin and almost looking feverish. He looks drunk between your legs, utterly intoxicated by your taste, lapping up everything he can collect on his tongue. He doesn't mind suffocating like this, his nose buried in your scent, sucking your essence. He certainly doesn't mind it when you start grinding on his face, pulling him even closer, nearly leaving him with no room to breathe. His cock feels close to bursting at the sounds you make alone.
“Ohh, that feels so good, Caleb! Mm...!”
“Shit, you really like this, huh...”
Caleb doubles his efforts, plunging his fingers into your cunt alongside his tongue. He spreads your hole, digs his digits deep, thoroughly pleased when your wetness never stops leaking. It just keeps coming out, soaking his fingers and the bottom half of his face.
“Caleb, I'm close,” you whine as you shake, hips grinding back to his skilled mouth, “I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, cumming—”
You moan high and reedy, back arching as you lose yourself to the pleasure. Yet at the first spurt of cum that lands on his tongue, Caleb quickly sits up and pulls out his fingers.
He pins your legs to the mattress and thrusts back inside in one go, your pussy still spasming from cumming.
“Fuck!” you scream, nails scratching down his back. “Wait, I'm still cumming! I just came!”
Caleb doesn't stop, fucking his cock deeper with each splash of your cum soaking his skin. “You're so fucking tight when you cum, fuuuck...” he hisses, hastening his thrusts, hips having a mind of their own. Everything feels so good that his mind is getting dumbed down from your delicious warmth. “Baby, give me one more, I have to feel you cumming around me.”
He pounds you to the mattress relentlessly, every trace of restraint gone in his body. The only thing in his brain is the single-minded focus of making you cum again, pulling out more sweet noises from your mouth. He delights in each spurt of arousal that comes out when he presses against a good spot, and he knows it's good because you squeeze around him so nicely.
“It feels so good,” you sob to his shoulder. “Caleb, ohh, ahn!”
“Feels good for me too, princess. You're perfect, fuck!” Caleb snaps his hips, almost reaching completion. “I'm gonna cum soon. Where do you want it, princess? Where do you want me to cum?”
You wrap your legs around his waist, causing him to slide even deeper inside you. “Inside! Cum inside!”
He swears under his breath, cock pulsing. His hand travels south to toy with your clit again, rubbing incessantly to make you cum faster. Clear liquid squirts out of your cunt and he fucks you through it sloppy, holding your legs steady while you writhe from the overstimulation.
“I'm going to cum inside you, baby.” With one last thrust, he stills inside your cunt, releasing his cum deep inside. “Ohh, princess, I'm cumming— take every last drop, fuck, shit—”
He crushes you to the mattress, squeezing you in his arms as his cock shoots out strings of cum. “You did so well,” he murmurs, kissing everywhere he can reach. You lean more to his touch, tired yet fulfilled. “Sorry, that was too much, wasn't it? Does your body hurt?”
“I'm fine...” you wince when you feel cum drip out of your cunt at the slightest shift of position. “...Caleb.”
He's still kissing you all over your face, hands cupping your cheeks. “Hm?”
“You're still hard.”
Another kiss on your brow. “Don't mind it, princess. I'll handle it myself.”
“Oh...” you fiddle with the tag on his necklace, gnawing on your lip. “I was going to say I could help out.”
nsfw (18+). includes implied marathon sex, unprotected sex, breeding, breast play, squirting, caleb fucks roughly but still does tender gestures <3, nicknames (pipsqueak is possibly the worst they could've picked for a canon nickname but this is my attempt at making it sound hot). filthy smut from top to bottom. likes and reblogs will be very helpful !!
“C'mon, pipsqueak, raise your hips.”
Caleb squeezes your waist, his thrusts changing from a deep, persistent grind that makes you feel every inch of his cock to a fast-paced pounding. You've long lost feeling in your legs, and the only thing keeping you from sprawling on the bed is Caleb's tight grip on your hips, fucking into you relentlessly from behind.
“Ah...! Wait, Caleb, haah, no more...!”
Each thrust loudly snaps the bedframe against the wall, but it isn't enough to hide the squelching noises between your legs. Slick and cum drip down your thighs, staining the sheets into ruin. They get even messier with a few more thrusts as you gush around his cock unannounced, squirting into the cum-soaked bedsheets.
Caleb groans as your cunt squeezes around him, trying to coax out more of his hot cum. “Fuck, baby, you're so tight... Feels good when your cunt sucks on my cock...”
His hand slides to your squirting pussy, rubbing circles on your clit. More slick jets out of you, soaking his palm. Squealing, you try to crawl away him him, gripping tightly on the blankets that have been slipping off the bed.
The delicious pressure against your clit releases, but Caleb pulls you back to his cock. He straightens your back to press against his chest, bottoming out in a single thrust to hit the deepest spot in your pussy. “Ngh, why are you running away? Didn't you say you'd last longer than me, pips?” He pants against your ear, hand tenderly running along your side to soothe you, yet his hips don't stop their merciless thrusts. “Or are you tapping out now?”
Perhaps hours ago, you would have answered with a vehement refusal. But now, with drool dripping from your lips constantly agape from moaning, your clit too sensitive from his insistent flicking and rubbing, and your thoroughly-fucked cunt filled with his loads of cum, the idea of calling it quits sounds appealing.
“I'll do whatever you want, baby. Just say the word,” Caleb murmurs against your skin, his lips molding over your neck to suck another hickey among the marks he already made. “If you want to stop, I'll run the bath and take care of you. We'll cuddle on the sofa and watch that new movie you've been looking forward to.”
His hips stop, having pulled all the way out, the tip barely brushing against your cunt. “But if you don't want to stop...”
Slowly, his hand travels up your torso, squeezing your tits. He plays with your nipples, evoking another gasp out of you. “I'll make you feel good. Fuck any other thought out of your mind so you'll only think of me.”
You whine as his cock rubs along your wet folds, catching on the strings of cum dripping from your pussy. The tip circles around your clit, teases at your opening, just putting it in enough to make you feel its thick girth, but he pulls out too soon.
“What will you choose, baby?”
Your hazy mind can't come up with clear thoughts, foggy from the pleasure. But forming an answer is the easiest thing to do—it's not like he left you with any other choice, anyway.
“Please fuck me, Caleb,” you sob, clinging at the arm cupping your breast. “Please put your cock inside me. Fuck me even if I tell you to stop. Cum... please cum more inside m- ahh!”
You're roughly flipped onto your back, but he holds your head softly to lay you down on the pillow. It's only at this moment that you get to see Caleb's face, brows furrowed, sweat dripping down his temples, his lip bitten red from the strain of holding back. “Shit... you really do know how to rile me up, pipsqueak.”
He looms over you, muscled arms caging you on the bed, chest heaving up and down as he pants. He fixes his position, resting his weight on his knees, and he uses his hands to spread your legs wider. His eyes are dark with lust while he stares at your abused hole, spilling cum on the sheets below you.
“Maybe this time, I really will fuck you pregnant.”
The statement doesn't even register in your mind because he immediately thrusts inside, pounding at your cervix. You gasp, aimlessly grasping at anything you could hold onto as you lose your mind, a fresh stream of cum soaking his cock.
His abs ripple with each thrust, the dirtiest groans and pants leaving his lips. “Fuck, you're so cute... cumming already when I just put it in.” Caleb leans closer, catching both of your wrists to make you wrap your arms around his neck instead of the dirty sheets. “When did you become such a pervert?” He drops his head to suck at your tits, licking your nipples.
It's your fault, you want to say, but all that leaves your mouth are noises you didn't think you were capable of making until Caleb touched you for the first time months ago, and he hasn't stopped since. You heard couples would be insatiable for the first few weeks of dating, but it feels like you're never going to go past that phase.
“Can't even speak because my dick's too good, huh?” Caleb chuckles, thumb resting on your lips. He rubs the tip of your tongue, pleased when you dart out to lick him. “You're the absolute cutest...”
The sounds between your bodies are downright lewd. His cum sloshes inside you every time he fucks you to the bed, forming a creamy ring at the base of his cock. He's filled you up so much with his huge cock and cum, that you wonder how you even have the space to breathe.
Caleb's the type to try to be quiet, but he's not holding back his moans now, groaning his pleasure against your ear.
“This feels too good, shit... Feel like I'm gonna cum soon...” He tucks the hair covering your face behind your ear, pressing a gentle kiss at the corner of your teary eyes, so different from the rough fucking he's giving to your pussy. “I'm gonna blow my load inside you. You want that, don't you?”
You nod desperately, leaning your face on his hand that's cupping your cheek. He smiles, nuzzling against you, but the sweet moment lasts only for a few seconds before he thrusts even faster, chasing his release.
“Fuck, here it comes, I'm cumming...” Caleb drives his cock the deepest it can go, his balls slapping against your ass. “Oh, fuuuuck, I'm cumming!”
Thick, hot strings of cum coat your insides once more, crammed into the tight space of your cunt. Your squirt splashes against his pelvis and abs as you moan high and reedy, scratching lines down his back. He hisses at the slight pain, spurting more cum at the feeling, and he collapses on your body, making sure not to suffocate you with his weight.
“Ah... damn... I don't think I've cum that hard in a while...” He ruffles through your hair, soothingly patting your head. “You doing okay?”
“You're too intense,” you say, your voice weak and groggy. You wrap your arms around him, content to fall asleep and let Caleb take care of things from here.
“Hey, don't fall asleep now.” He pokes your cheek, trying to stir you awake. When you open your eyes, you see Caleb smiling, the one that means he's up to no good. “After all that you said, do you really think this will end with just one round?”
nsfw (18+). includes aphrodisiacs, dry humping, rubbing cock over panties, possessive!caleb, caleb is gentle at first until you piss him off, this is basically ‘testing caleb's patience: the fic’, unprotected sex, creampie, i have to mention that caleb is possessive twice because caleb says some freaky stuff, sappy confession during sex, happy (horny) ending <3 likes and reblogs will be very helpful !!
Caleb doesn't accept love letters and chocolates whenever Valentine's Day comes along. However, girls directly stuff them into his bag without his knowledge sometimes, and you take it upon yourself to eat the sweets because Caleb would just throw it straight to the trash otherwise.
“It's a waste,” you'd always say. “You might not like them back, but they still made the effort to make chocolate for you.”
And then Caleb would shake his head, frowning, “Though most of them mean well, sometimes they put weird stuff in the food. So if I were you, I'd spit out that cupcake, pipsqueak.”
You usually don't heed his warnings—Caleb's always been kind of an overthinker. Now, though, you regret not listening to him as an unfamiliar heat spreads across your body, your core throbbing as you feel yourself dripping in your panties.
...The panties that's rubbing against Caleb's crotch right now, soaking the fabric of his pants while you grind down on him. Caleb's expression looks like a mix of confusion, worry, and arousal, his hands hovering above your waist as if unsure where to touch you. “Nn— hey, what's gotten into you? Do you even know what you're doing right now?”
You see his Adam's apple bob up and down as he nervously swallows, and you start feeling something poking you at your clothed core. Caleb sits up on the sofa where you pushed him down a while ago, grabbing your hands on his shoulders. “C'mon, tell me. I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong.”
You whimper, your body collapsing on top of his. He quickly scoops you up, one hand holding the back of your head, the other resting on your lower back, ensuring you're properly seated on his thighs.
“I... I feel weird,” you pant, clutching the front of his shirt. “I'm dizzy, and my body is hot all over. My...” you swallow down your embarrassment, “my pussy feels empty... Caleb, can't you help me? Please?”
Almost imperceptibly, his grip on you tightens by a fraction. He sighs, angling your head to make you look at him in the eye. Perhaps it's the trick of the light, but Caleb's face is a flustered pink. “I can't do that. You're going to regret it when you turn back to normal and get all weird about it.” He glances at the chocolates you ate on the table, brows furrowed. “Aphrodisiac chocolate... I should've known. Then you wouldn't have become like this...”
Your mind is in a daze. Your body feels unusually heavy, but your head feels like it's floating. Most of what he said is lost on you, and at this moment, the only thing you can focus on is that Caleb is looking at something else. You grab both of his cheeks, forcibly turning his attention to you. “Please help me, Caleb...” Clumsily, you lift up your hips, pressing your cunt against the tent in his pants. It glistens with your wetness, and Caleb can't help but groan when you rub the tip with your thumb. “It hurts... I need this inside me...”
Caleb has always adhered to your whims, but even he has his limits. He pinches your cheek, “I can't put it inside, idiot, I don't have a condom. I just have to make you cum, right?” He gestures for you to pick up the hem of your skirt, sucking in a breath when he sees how soaked you are. “Fuck....”
The entire crotch area is damp, and if he looks carefully, he can even see the faint shape of your clit. Curiously, he draws circles on it, breathing heavily when a fresh glob of slick stains your underwear. “That's hot...”
He pulls down his zipper, releasing his cock from his boxers. You gasp softly at the sight. He's long and thick, arching to a beautiful curve, colored almost red from the strain of holding back. He gives himself a few experimental pumps, moans coming from his mouth as he masturbates at the sight of you, holding up your own skirt to give him a perfect view of your wet panties, an innocent, frilly pair he can't wait to ruin.
He positions his cock to your folds, aiming at the spot your hole should be if not covered by your underwear. You both groan at the first slide, his pre-cum further soaking the fabric of your ruined panties. He wraps himself in his fist, teasing your clit as he pumps into his hand. More pearls of white spurt out of his tip. “Ah, fuck, that's good... so good...”
“Ah, ah, Caleb!”
You move your hips, moaning while he rubs himself against your cunt. The warmth of his cock is driving you crazy, and the added friction of Caleb rubbing your nipple through your clothes makes you even wetter than you already are. He's biting his lip, dazed eyes staring at your body appreciatively. “I'm taking this off, baby.”
He impatiently runs his hand through the buttons of your clothes, some of them popping off to clatter on the floor. “H-hey, I liked this shirt— haa...!”
“I'll buy you a new one,” he grunts, mouthing at one of your tits, sucking as if anything would come out. He unclasps your bra one-handed, throwing it over your shoulder. “These things are fucking annoying...”
Finally, he gets tired of rubbing you over your clothes. He lifts the side of your panties, sliding his cock inside to directly grind against your pussy. “Shit, that's more like it,” he moans loudly, your wetness gliding down his balls. “You feel so good.”
“Caleb, put it inside already,” you whine, scrunching up the fabric of your skirt in your fists. “This isn't enough for you either, hnn, right...? Give me your cock, please...”
Caleb grits his teeth, holding your hips to stop you from dropping on his dick. “Didn't I tell you I don't have a condom?”
“I don't care!” you struggle in his hold. “Fuck me, c'mon... it hurts...! If you don't...”
You pant against his ear, knowing exactly what you're getting into, drugged or not, “...I'll ask Zayne to fuck me instead.”
The effect is instantaneous. He pulls out, replacing his cock with two fingers plunging inside you at once, hitting deep all the way inside. You choke, gasping out for breath as his hand doesn't stop, slick jetting out of your cunt with every push of his fingers. His clothes are getting soaked, but Caleb doesn't care about them at all, coldly glaring at your face twisted in pleasure.
“So you're telling me you'd be fine with just anyone?” He's chuckling, but he doesn't sound like he's happy. “Fuck. I should've just done this from the start, then.”
He grabs two of the chocolates, popping one in his mouth. When he finishes swallowing, he places the other one in his mouth again, but then he suddenly grabs your jaw. “Open your mouth, slut.”
He pulls you in for a kiss, mouths locking together. The chocolate melts from the heat, his tongue licking at yours as he's forcing you to swallow. He doesn't let you go until he's sure you've eaten all of it, drool dripping from the corner of your lips.
“We're not stopping until you learn I'm the only one who gets to see you like this,” he grunts, taking out his fingers and slathering your slick on his cock to make it wet. “I'm the only one who gets to call you mine.”
“Haa... haa...”
Clothes are strewn messily on Caleb's bedroom floor, the mattress squeaking with each thrust of his hips. You're on your back, one leg hooked over Caleb's shoulder, staring into space as you're fucked absolutely stupid.
“Fuck, I can't stop my hips....” Caleb's still fucking into you, hasn't stopped for the past hour. The effects of the aphrodisiac have probably passed after the first two rounds, but his cock shows no signs of softening after release. He cums another load into you, overflowing from your pussy to spread into his sheets. “Ah, hng, shit... Hey, I told you not to waste it.”
He pulls out, pressing his fingers inside your loose hole to fuck his cum back in. You make a sound of protest, already feeling full.
“Are you starting to regret what you said now?” He grabs the back of your thighs, pressing your legs next to your ears. “Too late for that, though.”
Caleb groans, sloshing his cum inside your cunt with his dick. You helplessly grab at the sheets, moaning brokenly. His pelvis rubs against your engorged clit on every snap of his hips, driving you to squirt on his abs again, his torso glistening with your mess.
“You're squirting again? How many times have you cum?” Caleb laughs meanly, sucking another possessive mark among the smattering of hickeys he's already left along your collarbones. “Nasty girl...”
He leans back, getting a better view of your body. There are traces of him everywhere, from the hickeys on your neck, his cum on your chest because you couldn't swallow everything he poured in your mouth, and the faint bite marks on your inner thighs when he paid the favor and ate you out.
He presses a kiss on your chest, staring at you with dark eyes. “If you didn't say that, I would've been patient with you. Fingered you loose before putting my cock inside, making sure you're comfortable... I would've helped you ride out the effects of the aphrodisiac and never speak of it again. After all, to you, I'm just family.” He nuzzles against your cheek, his voice taking on a darker tone. “But you just had to call out another guy's name, didn't you... Would've fucked him if it was him here, not me...”
Caleb thrusts back inside you roughly, fucking your cervix. “You can't do that, you know? You've always belonged to me. Every part of you is mine, so no one else can touch you.” He cups your cheek, devouring your cries of pleasure with his mouth. “Just me... it's only me, right? I'm the person most important to you, right? You said so... So why are you bringing up another guy?”
He's asking questions, but he doesn't let you answer any of them, kissing you so much you almost can't breathe.
“Even though I'm in front of you...” Kiss. “Even when I'm the only one who loves you this much...” Kiss, kiss. “You're still thinking of another person...” Kiss, kiss, kiss. “That's hardly fair when you're all I think about everyday.” Another sloppy kiss.
You weakly push his chest, breaking away from the kiss. “Wait, Caleb—”
He pins your wrist to the bed. “I'm not stopping.”
“I'm not telling you to stop, I'm telling you to liste— ahh, haa, hnn!” The cock still ramming up your walls makes it much more difficult to speak, hammering against the sweet spot that makes your toes curl. “Fuck, ah— Caleb, listen to me!”
He hums as he sucks another hickey on your skin. “I am.”
You don't have it in you to argue even when he clearly isn't, trembling at the pleasure. The hand holding your wrist travels upwards to intertwine your fingers together, grounding you back to reality.
“Caleb, I was just— I didn't mean what I said...” you stammer, trying your best to speak without getting distracted. “I, mmh....! W-wouldn't do this with anyone else... haa... I just said that so you'd fuck me— ah, ah!”
He scoffs, slowing his pace when he sees you being overwhelmed. “You're just making excuses to get me to stop.”
“I'm not, you dummy! I...” your brows pinch together, embarrassed to say it but you continue anyway, “Caleb, you're the one I think of when I touch myself... nn... And I know it's wrong, and you only think of me as someone you should take care of, but, I, haah, I like it when you kiss me, or when you hug me, and I— gh! I like it when you fuck me hard, too, just like this...”
You move your hand to cup Caleb's jaw, admiring his awestruck expression. He looks at you like he's seeing you for the first time.
“I'm not telling you to stop,” you repeat yourself firmly. “I just wanted to say I didn't mean that thing I said earlier, and if it's you, you can do whatever you want to me. Because I love you just like how you love me, Caleb.”
His hips come to a complete stop. “Say that again.”
“I love you, Caleb.”
“Again.”
“I love you.”
“Again.”
“Okay, you're really pushing it, it's embarrassing to sa— aah!”
He grabs your hip, pulling you back to his cock. He fucks you frantically, harsh groans leaving his lips, your name like a prayer. “Fuck... you love me? You love... me?” The words seem unfamiliar on his tongue, heartbreakingly quiet. You squeeze your connected hands.
“I love you, Caleb. I really, really love you, I've loved you a long time ago...” you tilt his chin, making him meet your gaze. “Now say it back.”
“I love you,” he says with certainty, as if it's a fact of the universe. “I love you so much.” He buries his head into your neck, sucking new marks. “I love you... fuck... I love you so badly, it hurts...”
His cock drives deeper, the wet slaps of skin deafening in the room. Cum dribbles out of your hole with his thrusts, and he swipes it up to smear it on your engorged clit. Rub, rub. Rub, rub.
“Shit, Caleb!” You wail, rutting to his finger. “Everything feels so good, ah, ah!”
“You feel so good, too, aw, fuuuck...” he's melting inside you, your warm walls clenching around him so tight, sucking him back in every time he pulls out. “Your pussy keeps sucking me back in...!”
“Ah, hnahh, ngh, yes, like that, ah! I'm cumming, cumming!”
His balls draw tight, his cock about to burst. “Fuck, shit!” he fucks in, in, in, until he's filled every space in your cunt, thumb frantically rubbing at your clit. Clear liquid soaks his cock, wetting his pelvis, and he follows you in your release, shooting ropes of milky cum deep inside your pussy. “Fuck, ah, take my cock, take my fucking cum all the way in, ohh— take it deep in your womb—”
He keeps cumming, and cumming, and cumming. “It won't stop,” he moans against your ear, watching your hole overflowing with his semen. “Your pussy feels too good, it's sucking me dry...”
“Caleb, shit, how are you still— ohh, fuuck...” you whine as the last spurts of semen hit your torso, Caleb having pulled out and pumping his dick to cover you in his cum.
Finally emptied, Caleb collapses on the spot beside you, running a hand through his hair. “I need a shower,” he mutters, feeling the stickiness on his body.
“We need a shower,” you correct him. “I probably won't be able to walk for the next few days, all thanks to you, so you better take responsibility and carry me everywhere.”
Caleb laughs, light and airy, nothing like the dark tone he's been speaking in earlier. He pulls you to his chest, pressing chaste kisses all over your face. “Anything for the girl I love.”
Caleb was the perfect boyfriend. The kind of man anyone would dream of bringing home to meet the parents.
Your parents believed Caleb was a saint. He was polite, respectful, and always prepared gifts for them when visiting. He listened when your father talked about work, his eyes sharp with understanding as they exchanged business opinions while sipping a cup of coffee. Your mother adored him just as much; they'd spend hours in the kitchen together, with Caleb insisting on helping prep meals and later rolling up his sleeves to do the dishes without being asked.
But saints didn’t press you up against your childhood bedroom wall while your parents were downstairs. Saints didn’t mutter filthy things into your ear as they sank their cock deep inside you, breath hot against your neck, body wound tight with restraint.
Caleb was no saint.
Not when he had his palm pressed over your mouth to muffle the little gasps he knew would escape from your mouth at each thrust he did. Not when he rutted his aching cock into you like he didn’t care that your parents were only one floor below.
“Shh, baby. They'll hear...” he murmured, voice strained but still soft, almost teasing.
Your breath hitched behind his hand as your body trembled, your nails digging into the firm muscles of his back. He was careful—he had to be. He wasn't going to risk destroying the perfect image he built for himself with your parents.
"I know, I know," he whispered against your ear, lips brushing your skin.
"It’s so good, Mhm... But I need you to be quiet. We can’t be too loud, hmm?”
You nodded, squeezing down on him at the thought, and he nearly lost his composure.
“Shit,” he groaned quietly, “you just squeezed me so tight. You like the thought of that, hm? Getting caught by your parents?”
You let out a muffled whimper, and he grinned.
"Fuck–yeah, just like that. You take me so well, always so good for me," he groaned, his pace picking up, hips snapping forward. His other hand snaked between your thighs, fingers circling mercilessly on your sensitive clit until your muffled cries grew higher.
"That's it, baby. Come for me, be quiet, just like I taught you."
And you did, biting down on his palm as your body tightened around him, your release dragging him right along with you, spilling himself deep as he hissed curses into your skin.
It was maddening, how easily he flipped the switch from the absolute gentleman your parents adored, to the man who always gave you the most intense orgasms of all time.
Because when you both joined your parents again downstairs, he smiled like nothing had happened. He poured your dad some coffee and complimented your mom’s pie, throwing you the faintest smirk when no one was watching. All while your legs were still trembling under the table.
Your parents had no idea how well Caleb was really taking care of their precious daughter.
And he planned to keep it that way.
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