caleb can’t decide which hole he wants to give the most attention to.
he’s been switching between the two, fucking her hard in her pretty little asshole and then her sweet pussy. each time he pulls out and pushes in sends her closer to the edge, face burying into the couch as he fucks her senseless.
“shiiit, baby, my dick just can’t get enough of your pretty little fuck holes. need to be in them, both at once. need to fill up every fucking centimeter of you with this cum.”
she’s crying out in retaliation, pathetic whimpers jumping out of her chest each time he smacks into her, balls swinging heavily and hitting her thighs.
“mmhm— caleb, no, baby— m’ gonna get pregnant… can’t cum inside…”
he laughs out loud, banging the shit out of her pussy now. he smacks her ass harshly and spreads her cheeks with his harsh grip, moving her up and down on him like a pornstar.
“no? cuuute.” he feigns concern at her, eyes darkening at her as she looks back at him.
her mouth is wide open with her tongue sticking out, eyes rolling to the back of her head. she can’t even hide her complexion from him. knows she wants this— fuck that, needs this.
“m’gonna empty myself in your perfect little anus first, then your pussy next. gonna have so much of this fucking cum you’ll be leaking for days, pips. how’s that sound?”
“yesyesyes— please fucking make me full of your cum, caleb, pleasepleaseplease—“
his dick pops out of her cunt lewdly, then shoves it back into her tight ass. she screams out,
“hah— that’s my girl. there she is. that’s my big ol’ fucking cum slut— take this fucking cum you filthy fuckin’ whore— fuuuck, baby…” he’s unloading himself immediately, growling into her ear as he falls forward and snaps his hips into her.
she’s bouncing back onto his hardness as she feels his cum shoot down her anus, lips trembling. his hand runs down her back, kissing down the length of her neck.
“need to fill up my pussy too. tell me she’s mine. c’mon, baby. let me hear you.”
she’s completely broken as he pulls out and traces his tip to her asshole to her slit, slowly pushing himself into her cunny.
“s’all yours, this pussy is yours. fucking own this pussy, caleb— god fucking dammit! feels— so— good…” her hair is being yanked back as he forces her neck to bend at an angle.
“look at me while i breed my pussy.” he gives her a devilish smile, eyes heavy lidded.
she’s vibrating the whole room with her cries as she cums onto his cock, milking him for everything he's got as he empties himself once more.
“nghhh— caleeeb!” shes crying tears as they watch each other come apart, his thumb swiping her cheek to catch them.
“good girl. you’re so beautiful. keep taking this cum, sweetie. you’re almost there. been so good. i love you, pip-squeak.”
“i love you, fuck, i love you s’much!” she rides their highs, kissing the heel of his palm as he cups her face.
no matter how crazy and heated it got in bed, caleb would always come back to himself. to her.
s u m m a r y. you are a popular online streamer. caleb is your #1 fan. he breaks into your apartment one night; what could go wrong?
c o n t e n t w a r n i n g. SMUT / 18+ content. MDNI. stalking. breaking + entering. yandere!caleb. MENTAL ILLNESS GALORE. reader is fairly unstable as well. unprotected sex. dirty talk. reader says and thinks some pretty ableist things. brief angst.
a / n. inspired by the panty sniffer!caleb headcanons. not proofread by anyone other than myself, so excuse any inevitable mistakes. i made a tumblr just to post this. (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)
it's been a long night. you've been out drinking with friends, and are still tipsy when you stumble into your apartment. you make a beeline straight for your bedroom, needing sleep asap. it's already past 3am and you normally never stay up this late unless you're doing a 24 hour stream or a subathon.
heels kicked off, feet shuffling over fuzzy rug, fingers fumbling with the pull chain on the lamp at your bedside table.
as soon as the light flickers on, you flinch back. your heart thuds against your ribcage and your entire body goes rigid.
there is a man — a rather large man — seated on your bed. with a pair of your underwear. held to his nose.
you know they're yours because they're small and lacy and supremely uncomfortable. as such, you hardly ever wear them. which means the man must have dug through most of your drawers to even find them.
indeed, in the dim, warm lighting, you can see your dresser drawers hanging open and many of your unmentionables scattered on top and on the floor.
❝ i have a gun, ❞ you say automatically. a lie. ❝ in my purse. ❞
which is now conveniently laying on the floor where you discarded it as you came tripping in.
in the corner, your streaming equipment sits silently. but it would take much too long to rush over, boot everything up, wait for twitch to load, and then tell everyone, ❛ help! some strange man is in my room kidnapping me! ❜ great.
the man has frozen as well, his eyes widening as he catches sight of your pale face. he slowly lowers the underwear, a sheepish grin spreading across his own face.
❝ hey there, pipsqueak, ❞ he mutters gently, hands held high in a placating gesture. ❝ no need to be scared. ❞
he stands up from your bed and takes a step toward you, but halts quickly, noticing something, though you're not sure what that something is. he regards you, expression apologetic.
❝ i didn't mean to startle you like that, ❞ the man continues, softly. ❝ i just . . . wanted to see you. i've been waiting so long. ❞
his gaze drifts down to your purse on the floor before meeting your eyes again.
❝ a gun? yeah, i doubt it. ❞ a hint of amusement creeps into his voice, which is insane, given the situation. ❝ you're not exactly subtle with your threats, though. ❞
the man lets out a soft chuckle, then grows serious.
❝ please listen to me . . . ❞ he begins hesitantly, taking another cautious step forward while keeping his gaze trained on yours. ❝ i'm not going to hurt you. i would never hurt you. ❞
as he had stood, you became aware of just how big this man is. he's huge. gigantic. at least twice your size. your panties look downright doll sized clutched in his fist. a fist that's . . . not exactly human.
you take a shuddering breath and try to back away as he approaches, but your feet won't move. you're frozen, shivering subtly with fear.
❝ you won't hurt me, ❞ you repeat the man's words robotically. ❝ then why are you here? ❞
you keep your gaze tracking on that mechanical arm. who is this guy? why does he have a robotic arm? why is he so . . . so hot?
the man's purple eyes soften as he watches your trembling form, your gaze still fixed on that robotic arm.
❝ i'm here because . . . ❞ his voice trails off as he struggles to find the right words. ❝ because i couldn't stay away anymore. ❞
he takes another cautious step closer, trying not to loom over you. the proximity is intoxicating, and he has to remind himself that this isn't a date or a casual encounter — it's a dangerous invasion of privacy.
the man says your name gently, and you wonder how he even knows it. ❝ i know this is wrong. i shouldn't be here in your space like this. ❞
his hand twitches at his side before clenching into a fist around the fabric of your underwear. it's a poor substitute for holding onto what he actually wants to hold — you.
❝ but you're . . . amazing, ❞ he continues in a low murmur, and there's a kind of awe in his voice that you've never heard from anyone before. ❝ when i see you on stream . . . you make me feel things i've never felt before. ❞
he swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing visibly in his throat. ❝ i just . . . needed to see you in person. to be near you. ❞
your streams . . . oh, fuck.
you knew starting those irl streams was dangerous. anyone could figure out where you live by the streets, the architecture, even the goddamn weather where you were.
❝ well, i-i'm flattered, really. ❞ you attempt a smile, not wanting the guy to become angry. ❝ do you . . . wanna talk? or . . . ❞ you eye the lacy pair of panties still clutched in the man's hand, and don't know how to proceed.
his cheeks flush a deep crimson at your words, gaze darting between your face and the delicate fabric in his hand. you wonder what he could possibly be thinking . . .
❝ talk, ❞ he agrees hastily, switching the panties to his other, human, hand. ❝ that sounds good. ❞
he sits on the edge of your bed again, this time hunched over. trying to appear non-threatening, you assume, which is impossible due to his imposing size.
❝ so . . . about your streams, ❞ he begins quickly, before you've even had a chance to sit down. ❝ i just . . . i can't explain it. seeing you on my screen, being so open and honest; it draws me in like nothing else. ❞
his purple eyes meet yours again, searching for understanding or perhaps validation in them.
❝ i know it's crazy, ❞ he continues quietly. ❝ a fan stalking their favorite streamer is pretty messed up. ❞
able now to move, albeit slowly, you take a careful seat beside the man on your bed.
as he speaks, you realize you aren't conversing with someone who is all that . . . mentally sound. he knows what he's doing is wrong, but has been unable to stop himself from doing so.
all your life you've been too caring, you hope it won't burn you now like it so often has in the past. you lay a tentative hand on the man's arm, the . . . human one, for lack of a better term. ❝ it's okay, ❞ you lie again. ❝ i . . . i'm really glad to meet a true fan. how long have you been watching my streams? ❞
still those underwear do not leave his hand, and now he's running a thumb over the scratchy lace material.
his breath hitches as your hand makes contact with his arm, the gentle touch sending a jolt of warmth through him. he looks down at your fingers resting on his skin, then back up to meet your gaze.
❝ about . . . six months now, ❞ he replies, voice slightly strained. ❝ i first started watching your streams because i needed something to take my mind off things. ❞
he pauses, possibly considering how much to reveal to you.
❝ i've been through some tough times lately, ❞ he eventually admits. ❝ lost someone important . . . had to deal with some pretty dark stuff. ❞
his thumb continues its idle caress over the lace underwear as if mesmerized by the texture. the action is almost subconscious — a habit born from hours spent alone with his thoughts during long flights or late-night mech repairs.
❝ but seeing you come online and start up a stream . . . it helped me feel less alone somehow. ❞
suddenly, and right in front of you, the man brings the pair of panties to his face, inhaling deeply. his voice is muffled as he moans, ❝ god, i . . . i think i love you. ❞
you are no stranger to crazy fans in public, but you've never had a full-blown stalker before. let alone one that's broken into your house. it's scary.
which is why you don't understand, when caleb puts your underwear to his nose right in front of you, why you all of a sudden get very, very wet.
the first hint of arousal begins to peek through the fear. you've already taken note of how big he is, but now you start to see how handsome, how strong. how large his hands are, how desperate you've been in recent months for real, human contact when it comes to the bedroom.
most guys just want a quick fuck, and you don't think you've ever heard someone other than your parents say they love you. other than fans online, that is.
you chew your bottom lip; are you really about to do what you think you're about to do?
yep, fuck it.
laying a small hand on the man's sizeable thigh, you squeeze softly. ❝ i'm glad i could be a light for you in such a dark place. everyone needs someone to lean on sometimes. ❞
that hand starts to slowly shift back and forth, skirting up toward the man's groin. ❝ y'know, you know my name and are even in love with me. but i don't even know your name yet . . . ❞
the man's eyes flutter shut as your hand makes contact with his thigh, the gentle pressure sending a visible shudder up his spine. he inhales deeply through his nose, savoring the scent of your underwear even as he slowly lowers it back to his lap.
a small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he watches your hand continue its slow ascent along his leg. the anticipation is almost unbearable — for both of you — but so is the fear that this moment could all come crashing down if he isn't careful.
❝ my name's caleb, ❞ he finally tells you, offering you that crucial piece of himself.
❝ caleb, ❞ you sigh, nodding. you can feel an insistent erection already tenting his jeans as you slide your hand higher. so, he's gotten hard just from sniffing a pair of your clean underwear, huh?
❝ caleb. ❞ spoken with more finality, as you decide on what to do. ❝ you know those panties were washed a couple weeks ago, right? i haven't worn them since then. would you . . . want to smell another pair? maybe . . . the ones i'm wearing right now? ❞
caleb's breath caught in his throat as your hand finally reaches the growing bulge in his jeans. he can't help but shift slightly, purposely pressing into your touch with a low groan.
your suggestion sends a jolt of apparent excitement through him, and he nods eagerly. ❝ yes, ❞ he breathes out, his voice husky with desire. ❝ i-i want to smell you. ❞
he leans forward, and for a moment you think he'll grab you and just have his way with you. but he just sits, breathing hard, clenching those mechanical fingers around your underwear. and staring at you. staring with such deep, troubled eyes . . .
you almost feel bad for what you're doing.
almost.
but he's broken into your apartment, after all. everything is quid pro quo, at this point.
you stand, still unstable thanks to the three cocktails you had earlier this evening. before proceeding, you cock your head to the side, standing in front of caleb.
❝ first, tell me about that? ❞ you now incline your head toward his robotic arm, shining silver in the low light from the lamp.
caleb's gaze follows your nod, a mix of pride and shame clashing on his face. he's grown accustomed to the prosthetic over time, but it still serves as a constant reminder of the sacrifices he's made.
❝ it was . . . an accident, ❞ he begins hesitantly, rubbing the back of his neck. ❝ during my last tour as a pilot, i got caught in an explosion at home. ❞
his voice drops to a whisper, the memories clearly painful even after all this time. ❝ gran josephine . . . she didn't make it. ❞
a pilot?
you blink. the poor guy probably has ptsd or anxiety or some mix of the two. and he'd lost his grandmother . . .
you find yourself shushing him, moving in close to touch him properly for the first time.
fingers sifting along the soft, fine hairs at the base of caleb's warm neck, you cup a hand there. ❝ shh. it's all okay now. i'm gonna take care of you, okay? ❞
his breath catches again as you touch him, gentle yet firm. the reassurance in your voice and the comforting warmth of your hand on the back of his neck send a wave of relief washing over him.
he leans instinctively into your touch, savoring the feeling of being cared for after so long on his own. ❝ okay, ❞ he whispers, his voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.
his mechanical arm remains at his side, another reminder of all he's lost — but also a testament to how far he's come in rebuilding himself.
you find it odd that still he makes no move to touch you or reciprocate the grasp you have on him. especially after going to such lengths to break into your apartment.
it only spurs you on, however; he doesn't seem dangerous, he isn't aggressive. he is the perfect partner.
❝ lie back now, ❞ you order, gently. as you do so, you press against his shoulder, urging him to recline on your bedspread as your other hand stays cradled at the base of his skull, letting him down easily.
once he's hit the mattress, you climb slowly over him until your legs are on either side of his head.
steadily, watching the pupils of those violet eyes expand rapidly as you move, you begin to pull the bottom of your skirt up. this reveals a pair of pink cotton panties, already damp with sweat and some of your own juices.
caleb's eyes widen as you straddle his face, the scent of your arousal growing stronger with every inch of skin revealed to him.
as you lift your skirt, revealing the damp fabric of your panties, caleb's large hands come up to grip the smooth material on either side of your hips. ❝ may i . . .? ❞ he asks sweetly; his cheeks are flushed a beautiful magenta color as he gazes up at you.
asking permission, when he's the one who's broken in . . . this guy truly is all kinds of fucked up.
❝ of course. ❞ you run a hand fully through his thick hair this time, parting the soft strands, scratching at his scalp.
those big hands tighten on your hips and he pulls you down with seemingly little force to bury his face in your moist panties. his nose hits your already-swollen clit and you cry out, pulling harshly at his hair. ❝ mm, caleb . . . ! ❞
caleb moans against your panties, the sound muffled but filled with desire. he breathes deeply, savoring your unique scent.
his hands slide from your hips to grip the backs of your thighs, pulling you closer as he nuzzles into the damp fabric. the sensation of his cool, mechanical fingers digging into your soft flesh sends shivers through you.
your reaction only fuels his hunger for more. he wants to taste every fucking inch of you.
if he isn't careful, he'll wind up suffocating himself. not that he seems to mind — you're now seated fully on him, his handsome face absolutely sandwiched between your milky thighs.
it doesn't take you long to realize he's started licking you through your panties, tongue scraping at the soft material, little moans and whimpers floating up from between your legs.
❝ you taste . . . mm, so good, ❞ he whines, and you can hardly hear him from where he's buried underneath you.
❝ fuck, it . . . it's not enough. c-caleb . . . i need more! ❞
caleb's mechanical fingers dig into the soft skin of your thighs as he pulls you down harder against his face. his tongue continues its relentless exploration, sliding beneath the damp fabric to lap at your most intimate places.
the taste and scent of you is driving him wild — finally taking matters into his own hands, he pushes you away just enough to be able to hook his fingers into the sopping wet material of your panties, pulling them to the side.
he slids his tongue up and down your slit just enough to gather your wetness, bringing it up to slick it all around your clit, which he then begins to suck on.
his pretty purple eyes are locked with yours initially, but eventually slide shut as he loses himself in the pleasure of eating you.
this is, by far, the best decision you've ever made.
the choice between lunging for your phone and calling the cops or getting into bed with this unstable hunk and letting him go to town on you . . . well, it's no contest.
with caleb's lithe, slippery tongue slithering all over your folds, ending on your sensitive clit, you begin to grind, humping yourself down onto his face, no longer even caring if he suffocates or not.
and the noises you're making, the things he's drawing out of you . . . ❝ caleb, fuck. tonguefuck me. finger me. put . . . fuck, something inside of me right now. please! ❞
his mechanical fingers quickly oblige, sliding up to join his tongue in their exploration of your wet heat. he curls two digits inside of you, and you clench around the intrusion as he continues to lap at your clit.
you had expected his human fingers to join the fray, not the two rigid, mechanical fingers that start to hammer in and out of you like a fucking piston. ❝ caleb! ❞ you shriek, now doing your best to bounce up and down on those metal appendages. it's difficult with the alcohol still in your system making you drowsy, plus you definitely aren't as in shape as you could be. sitting and streaming all day does not strong thighs make.
but caleb is right there helping you, his flesh and bone hand coming up under your skirt to cup your bottom, helping you ride his fingers.
you're dripping down that metal hand, breath coming hard and fast, nipples pebbling under your shirt.
with a frustrated little grunt, you rip your shirt off, undoing your bra as fast as you can. you cup your own breasts, roll your nipples between your fingers, and throw your head back. putting on a show for your number one fan.
caleb must like what he sees, as his gaze is riveted to the sight of your breasts bouncing free, your nipples hard and begging for his attention. he releases your clit with a wet pop, fingers also sliding out of you as he takes the initiative again — in one swift movement he grips you and flips your positions, crawling up and over your body to take one of your pert little nipples into his mouth.
he suckles gently, rolling the sensitive peak between his tongue and teeth while slipping those fingers back inside of you, continuing to fingerfuck you with increasing urgency. the combination of sensations has him throbbing in his jeans — but he holds back from giving in just yet, determined to bring you closer to the edge first.
his other hand slips down to join the mechanical digits buried inside you, pressing against that special spot within as he curls them just so . . .
with your back now against the bed, and caleb's long, unforgiving fingers hammering away at your g-spot, you tense.
❝ caleb, i-i . . . ❞
with a sudden grunt, your entire body spasms. you've never squirted before, but through the haze of alcohol and horniness, you know that's exactly what you're doing now. a jet so forceful you can hear it as it splatters against the bed.
you make an embarrassing noise, head going fuzzy, caleb's fingers slowing inside of your pulsating cunt.
caleb's metal fingers slow to a gentle pulse as your body spasms around them, your juices gushing out in a warm rush. he watches with rapt attention as the evidence of your climax soaks into the sheets beneath you.
as you come down from that intense high, caleb finally allows himself to move again — sliding up along your body until he's looming over you, his face inches from yours. his own arousal is evident, straining against the fabric of his jeans.
he whispers your name, voice hoarse. ❝ i . . . i want you so bad. ❞
you had honestly forgotten all about his arousal as you chased your own. now it's obvious — you can see his jeans tenting in what must be a now-painful show of his excitement.
with trembling hands, legs spread around his hips as his fingers continue their gentle pulsing inside of your spent pussy, you brush his hair back from his forehead.
❝ then take me. and kiss me while you do. ❞
at your words, caleb's eyes darken with clear desire, breath catching once again. he leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, pouring all of his pent-up longing into the passionate embrace.
as your tongues dance, he reaches for the button on his jeans and tugs it free, shoving the denim down just enough to spring his erection loose. the thick length throbs against your thigh as he breaks the kiss to look intensely down on you.
❝ are you sure? ❞ he asks gruffly, voice rough with need. ❝ once i start . . . i don't think i'll be able to hold back. ❞
you wrap your arms languidly around caleb's broad shoulders. he's still fully clothed, and you hate that. tugging at the neck of his shirt, you urge him to take it off.
goodness, his chest is just as impressive as his powerful hands and arms. but what is most impressive is his intimidating, imposing length springing free from his jeans when he tugs the zipper down.
that sticky, spongy head prods at your thigh and then at your entrance, still slick with squirt.
❝ i wouldn't expect you to ever stop. fuck me all night if you have to. i want . . . i want to make you feel good, caleb. ❞
you hold tightly onto him, knowing what's coming next.
caleb's gaze drops to where your bodies are still intimately connected — your slick entrance teasing the tip of his pulsing cock. the thought of burying himself deep inside you makes him quake.
with a gentle but firm grip on your hips, caleb begins to push forward, inch by delicious inch. ❝ you feel . . . incredible, ❞ he breathes in awe as he sinks deeper into your welcoming heat.
once fully sheathed within your tight walls, he pauses for just a moment to savor the sensation before starting to move — slow and deliberate thrusts to start as he savors every second of your joining.
his cock slides easily in and out of you, owing to just how wet and slippery your poor pussy had gotten during his vigorous fingering of you.
it's intense, the stretch, the struggle to take him all, but you make yourself power through.
your reward is another burgeoning orgasm before you've barely finished the first.
with your knees tucked high up against his sides, you place your hands at his waist, pulling him down, urging him to pound you. ❝ fuck me, caleb. right into this mattress. don't you wanna make your favorite streamer feel good? don't you wanna make her squirt again? tell me you do. ❞
those violet eyes flash with lust, his grip on your hips tightening as he begins to move with more urgency. your mattress is good quality, but it still creaks in protest beneath your frantic coupling. neither of you seem to care.
❝ fuck yes, ❞ he growls, gaze now blazing with desire. ❝ i want to make you feel so good, pipsqueak. i want to hear you scream my name. ❞
with renewed vigor, caleb pounds into your willing body — each powerful thrust driving himself deeper into your slick heat. his metal fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs as he holds you in place for his relentless pace.
the bed shakes and rattles under you.
❝ fuck, your little pussy . . . so tight. feels so good, pips. god, i love you. i really do, i fucking love you, baby. ❞
there are tears in his eyes as he says this, forehead pressed to yours, his big cock abusing your tiny little hole as he twitches inside of you.
there it is again, that nickname. pipsqueak, huh? it's adorable, but also somehow ignites that fire in your belly even further.
you're so small, after all, and caleb is so big.
❝ caleb . . . ❞ you say his name, softly at first. but as his thrusts come harder, faster, ravaging you, you whimper, ❝ caleb, ❞ and then finally, as the evidence of your fucking echoes around the room with slaps of his hips against the backs of your thighs, you shout, ❝ caleb! fucking fuck me, caleb! please! show me how much you love me! ❞
are you wrong for that? possibly.
do you care? not in the slightest.
his eyes roll back in bliss as your desperate pleas spur him on. he can feel your tiny body trembling beneath his, hear the wanton cries spilling from your lips — and it only fuels his desire to claim you completely.
with a feral growl, he slams into you, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulses and throbs inside your clenching heat. ❝ i can't believe . . . i'm inside of you, a-about to cum inside you . . . oh, fuck yes, ❞ he snarls through gritted teeth, ❝ take it all, pipsqueak! you're mine! ❞
you think you finally see that side of him you were afraid of all along, that insane, possessive, hot-blooded side. and instead of scaring you, it just turns you on more. your stalker is taking what he wants, leaving you no choice but to cling onto him as he fucks you within an inch of your life.
thank god you're on birth control, although he doesn't know that. ❝ yesyesyes, cum inside me, baby, that's it. want all your cum, want you to knock me up. don't you wanna get your favorite streamer pregnant? ❞
your words make his hips stutter, your plea for his seed igniting a primal urge within. with a guttural moan, he buries himself within you once more and cums with a force that leaves his shoulders shaking.
those silver alloy fingers dig hard into your thighs as he pumps jet after jet of hot cum deep inside your womb, filling you to the brim with all of him. ❝ fuck . . . fuck yes. ❞ he pants harshly against your neck. ❝ i'm going to . . . i'm gonna breed you so fucking good, gonna get you pregnant . . . so you can never get away from me. ❞
feeling all of caleb's hot, sticky cum splashing inside of you, you feel a second climax hit you. you don't squirt again, but your cunt does spasm so hard that you wind up pushing caleb's pistoning cock out of you. he has to push hard against your tight, puffy pussy lips to get back inside and when he does you both moan in unison, scrabbling at each other, holding each other, caleb's breath hot and steamy against the side of your neck.
❝ c-caleb . . . oh, my god. i don't think . . . no, i know. i've never been fucked that good. in my life. ❞
caleb's breath comes in ragged gasps as he struggles to regain control, his cock twitching inside your still-clenching heat. ❝ i . . . i can't believe it, ❞ he admits shakily, voice muffled against your skin. ❝ you're so fucking perfect, pipsqueak. ❞
he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, savoring the scent of you, which he seems to love.
❝ i want more, ❞ he murmurs after a moment, his mechanical fingers trailing soothing patterns over your hip and thigh. ❝ i want to spend every waking moment with you like this — wrapped up in your sweet little body. ❞
you can feel yourself still fluttering around caleb's softening cock, embarrassed at how powerful your orgasms have been tonight. but it's been so long, and never with someone like him.
❝ believe me, i want more too. but i need a break first. you really wore me out. ❞ you reach down to spread your fingers around where he's still spearing you open, feeling how sore you are now. ❝ wanna run your favorite streamer a bath? i assume you know where the bathroom is already. ❞
caleb chuckles low in his throat at your words, the sound sending pleasant vibrations through your sensitive skin. ❝ of course i know where the bathroom is, ❞ he teases, pulling out of you with a soft squelching sound. ❝ i found the blueprints for this complex before i even broke in here. ❞
he helps guide your aching body to sit up on the bed before rising to his feet and offering a hand down for support. ❝ let me take care of you, pipsqueak, ❞ he says gently as you stand on wobbly legs. ❝ you deserve all the pampering after an amazing night like this. ❞
with that, caleb scoops you up and heads towards the en-suite bathroom, already planning how best to tend to your needs — forever.
