━ .ᐟ ☾.˖ GENRE: smut, spice w/ minimal plot, one shot, short story, drabble
━ .ᐟ ⋆˚꩜｡ WORD COUNT: 5.2k
━ .ᐟ ☾.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, brat x brat enabler, exhibitionism, masturbation, drunk sex, sub!reader, dom!caleb, dubious consent, nipple play, use of ‘gege’ & ‘meimei’
━ .ᐟ ⋆˚꩜｡ author’s note: I originally wanted this to be for Caleb’s anniversary but this masters program is kicking my ass, y’all. I’m happy I finally finished it (even if I did finish it at my work’s computer)! The use of meimei and gege are not in an incest type of way. i find them to be cute and a way to show their closeness.
Yours and Caleb’s relationship is off to a rocky start. After his birthday things are not as they were before, but they felt too new and delicate. Like something might snap it in half at any moment.
Maybe it’s you- you’ve wanted him for as long as you can remember. You had confessed your feelings only once, it was to Grandma Josephine when you were in your pre-teen years. Up until that moment Grandma Josie had never once raised her voice at you. That day lives in your head. It is the only memory that has not been tarnished by time’s passage.
It was a sunny summer afternoon, you were inside while Caleb and Zayne went to the store to get some candies for the movie night you were going to watch that evening - a new animated film that had just been released for streaming.
You were in a tank top and some shorts wishing Zayne would hurry up so he could use his evol to save you from becoming a human puddle. Your frizzy hair was in tight braids courtesy of Caleb; some loose hairs were sticking to your face due to it being sweaty. Caleb had taken your bangs and pinned them up for you with an apple themed clip. Grandma was getting dinner ready, you stood by her side and helped her cut the vegetables for the meal.
“Grandma, can I tell you something?” You fiddled with the cilantro before deciding to tuck it away so she wouldn’t add it to the meal. Caleb, for as much as he tried to like it, said it made everything it touched to taste like soap.
“Of course, dear, you can tell me anything,” she said, but she wasn’t really looking at you. She was busy adding thin pieces of meat to the hot skillet.
“I think I like gege,” She hummed a response, but still didn’t look at you. You continued cutting the vegetables so it would give you something to look at and do with your hands. “As more than just a friend.”
You heard metal crash to the floor. Her surprisingly cold hands wrapped around your forearms and she turned you harshly to face her. You dropped your knife, it almost hit your foot but missed by an inch.
“Listen to me,” Grandma raised her voice at you. Tears blurred your vision, you blinked hard only to see her face had turned red. “He is your brother.”
“No he’s not,” you whimpered, trying to snatch your arms away from her. “He’s like Zayne.”
“No! You two share the same source! He is your big brother. You will get those ridiculous thoughts out of your head!” She shook you violently and she continued to scream in your face. “For as long as I live, you two are brother and sister, do you understand me?”
You shake your head grounding yourself to the present moment. Her voice still echoes in your head as you stare at Caleb. He’s grown so much since then. His shoulders are so much broader than what you remember. His chest is bigger, and if you were honest with yourself, you were a little jealous of how perky they naturally looked. His waist was cinched and he looked so good when he wore his gym outfit.
Since the explosion, he’s expanded. It made your mouth water every time you looked at him. He looked good. Perhaps too good.
It made your complicated feelings for him scramble all around your stomach. It makes you feel as if the confession was going to come out of your mouth without hesitation.
You stare at Caleb’s back, the well defined muscles peaking through the black compression shirt you had bought him. He opens the hotel room with one hand while the other holds your suitcase. You two will only be here for three days so you found it illogical to not share a suitcase. You, however, still decided to bring a personal backpack. One Caleb could not access without your permission.
The cool air inside the room hits your face and you want to moan at the sweet sensation. The pleasure is short lived. Your attention is immediately drawn to the beds- multiple beds, more than one bed. Your heart falls to your stomach, your feet grow cold.
“Two beds?” Your mouth speaks before your brain can process what happened.
“Yes,” Caleb answers while he plops the suitcase on one of the twin beds. “I thought at least one would be a full, though.”
Deliberately chosen beds. You sat on the small, cold, lonely bed. Your backpack is heavier now than it was before you entered. You felt like a deflated balloon. He asked you to come with him on vacation, said it was a romantic resort with a water park close by, but then chose a room with beds - multiple beds, more than one bed - to separate the both of you?
After what happened in Skyhaven, you were sure Caleb and you were moving forward with your relationship. All the unofficial dates, the staying over, the compliments, the flowers, the hand holding- everything felt different. This felt different, too.
But now you just felt angry… angry at him, at yourself, at life. You felt embarrassed. You wanted to burn the special lingerie you had bought just for him. It was too cute to burn, though. A baby pink, two piece lace lingerie set. The bra had no cups, only two big strands of fabric that got tied into a beautiful bow for him to tug at.
His fingers would’ve wrapped around the soft silk fabric. Perhaps his fingers would’ve been wet with your saliva- you could just picture him fucking your wet mouth with his hands before trailing them down your to you big breasts. He would’ve cupped one of them and pinched your-
“I’m going to take a shower,” you interrupt your mind standing up abruptly. “A cold one. It was so hot out there.”
Caleb opened his mouth, probably to argue that you had just gotten there. But the moment you saw his pink tongue, all you could picture was him sucking and licking your tits. You close the door behind you and lean against the door.
Pervert! Why must you think such thoughts? He (probably) doesn’t even feel the same!
You scold yourself mentally as you strip. You take note of there being no shower in the room. There is only a bath, but no soap or anything. You inspect your panties and blush furiously. They were soaking wet. You piled your clothes on the corner of the bathroom floor. You sink into the cold porcelain tub as the water begins to fill it up.
Your erotic fantasies and the cold tub cause your nipples to be painfully hard. Your hands gingerly reach for your thighs. Your hands come in contact with your arousal before the water reaches it. You take a quick look at the door.
You lean back against the tub’s wall. Your fingers brush against your clit while your other hand cups your breast.
Curse Caleb and his mixed signals.
You close your eyes and let your fantasy continue. You rub above your clit aggressively. Your nails dig into your breast. The more pain you feel, the quicker your release.
“Ca…leb,” you pant as the water covers your body. You pinch your nipple, throw your head back and you’re so so close. You pick up your pace, soft moans escape your lips.
“Hey, pips,” Caleb rushes in. You freeze in horror. “Sorry.. I thought you heard me knock. I just came to pick up the dirty clothes… for the hamper… I didn’t s-“
“Caleb, get out!” You scream at him, your cheeks flush a vivid shade of vermillion. You hear the door close before you submerge yourself under the water.
You stayed in the bath for an extra thirty minutes. The water had turned cold way before that, but you refused to get out and face Caleb. Your nails turned into little stubs as you chewed them off in an effort to calm you down. It did not work.
As you’re wrapping the towel around you, you realize you don’t have your clothes. In the mortification of being caught masturbating, you didn’t realize Caleb took your clothes as he hurried out of the room.
You crack open the door and take a quick peak around the room. “Caleb?”
A ruffling sound came from the bed on the other side of the room. Clatter and some bottles falling could be heard, too. The sounds of a belt buckle could be heard faintly in the background.
“Pipsqueak?” Caleb shuffled into view. His eyes were hazy, his cheeks a little flushed and his hands were shaking. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah,” you felt hot all over. He looked as flustered as you felt. “I forgot my clothes.”
He handed you a light blue dress with spaghetti straps. No bra or panties. You chalk it up to him not wanting to go through your personal items or him just forgetting. You quickly thank him before getting dressed and stepping out of the bathroom.
The dress fits you perfectly. It reaches half way to your thighs. The way it fits your boobs is awkward. It has just enough support that it feels like you don’t need a bra, but it would be better if you did put one on. The problem stems from the fact that it wouldn’t fit. It was a bit too tight in the bust area.
You step out of the bathroom. It feels weird to not wear any underwear in front of someone else, and that someone else being the sole reoccurring factor in all your dirty fantasies does not help.
“We don’t have to talk about it,” the words hastily leave your mouth. It doesn’t sound like individual words.
Caleb stares at you, his eyes travel from your face all the way down to your toes. They get stuck on your breasts. A second goes by and you can’t help but notice how even though he keeps examining your body, his stare always comes back to them. Subconsciously you adjust your posture so your chest is more pronounced. The dress has a deep v cut so it’s noticeable you aren’t wearing a bra.
The room is silent. The wind is swaying the tree branches and birds are chirping outside. The subtle flush on his cheeks travel to his ears. You pretend you don’t notice it because now it’s your turn to examine his body. His belt looks twisted like he put on in a rush. You can’t help but notice the bulge right below the belt.
You bite your lip as dirty images flash through your mind. Maybe he does feel the same. Your toes curl and a heat gathers at your core. Caleb brings the back of his hand to his mouth and looks deeply into your eyes.
“Alright, I’ll follow the rules of your game, little doe,” his voice is low and husky. The tension is so thick you could cut through it with a knife. You smirk about to speak when there’s a knock at the door. “We’ll be right out.”
Gideon couldn’t have chosen a better time to interrupt whatever this was. Caleb takes your hand, intertwines your fingers together and walks toward the bed. You try to yank your hand away, but Caleb just pulled you closer. He guides you to sit down on the bed and kneels in front of you.
He lets go of your hand and goes to grab the shoes he placed on the bed next to you. Slowly he trails his free hand down your thigh to your leg. He parts your thighs, grabs your foot and lifts it up ever so slightly. You feel his stare travel down from your face to your chest to your cunt.
It’s puffy and pink, glistening with your arousal. You got your bikini area waxed just for him, it hurt like a motherfucker, but it felt nice afterwards. You hope he likes it. His tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. You smirk, smugness growing in your chest. With confidence you wiggle your foot a little to remind him to finish what he started.
Another knock interrupts you. Caleb gives a low growl before putting on both of your shoes for you. Maybe you were just overthinking the double beds. You quickly pin your hair up and pick up a matching set of gold earrings. As you walk over to the suitcase to pick up a pair of underwear, Caleb grabs your arm and pulls you towards the door.
“We wouldn’t want to keep Gideon waiting. It would be rude to do so, don’t you think?” The cocky bastard was doing this on purpose.
Caleb opens the door and Gideon’s friendly face comes into view. You kiss his cheek in greeting, “Gideon, hi! You look good.”
Gideon and Caleb share a quick look. You pretend not to notice, you shake off Caleb’s hand and take Gideon’s instead. You walk arm in arm down to the hotel reception room. You can feel the gloomy aura of Caleb invading your space, but you play it no mind. You continue speaking to Gideon pretending Caleb isn’t glaring at him.
“So she’ll meet us there?” Gideon looks sick- like actually sick to his stomach.
You make sure to enter the cab first so Gideon can enter after you. Caleb, however, has other plans. He takes the opportunity to twirl Gideon out of the way. He sits directly next to you, consciously he takes up more space making you squish to the door. You glare at the back of the cab driver’s head. In a split second you decide to use your arms to squish your chest out.
You lean forward to look at Gideon. Caleb’s hand wraps around your thigh as a warning. You continue the conversation as you pretend that Caleb is not staring directly at your braless tits.
Unless Caleb comes out and says it bluntly, you two will keep playing this cat and mouse game.
“I hate you, gege,” you stumble into Caleb’s arms, you look up at him with your sparkling eyes and pout. You’re a little drunk. “You’re so mean.”
He’s not looking at you, he’s looking at Gideon and his new girlfriend. He’s looking at another woman. Your eyes water as Caleb says something to Gideon’s new girl. You don’t make out what he says because your mind is too busy repeating ‘he’s looking at another woman’ over and over again. Your heartbeats erratically in your chest. You grip Caleb’s black shirt tightly in your first, you bury your face in his chest and tears silently fall. Maybe more than a little drunk.
While you’re beating yourself up for being an idiot, in one swift motion, Caleb is holding you in his arms. One arm wrapped around your ass, the other your waist. Being in Caleb’s arms makes you feel safe and warm inside. Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his hip which makes your short dress roll up your thighs. Caleb’s hand floats down from your waist to your thighs stopping the dress from riding further up.
You move your head slightly to the side only to be greeted by Caleb’s nipple. Caleb enters a roomy car still not letting you off his lap. Your glare at the erect nip and his stupid bulging chest.
“You’re way too drunk right now, pips,” his voice is low in his chest.
You move quickly and bite down on his nipple. You’re met with a metal bar. Your eyes widen as you register the fact that Caleb has nipple piercings. The black fabric feels weird on the tip of your tongue, but Caleb’s reaction makes the texture nightmare worth it. Caleb jerks his hips and hisses. You let go of his nipple, look up at him with innocent eyes and run your tongue along the sensitive bud again.
If he wouldn’t have looked at another woman, you wouldn't be doing this. Or maybe if you weren’t drunk you wouldn't be doing this. Either way, the moment is happening and it’s making you wet.
He hides his mouth with the back of his hand, but you catch a glimpse of him biting his lip before staring intensely at the driver. You want to keep going, you don’t care who else is in this car. Your fingers walk up his chest. You purposefully trail them along his piercings. You feel something shift underneath you. Your eyes go to his Adam’s apple at the center of his throat. Your mouth waters, you bite your bottom lip before making your move.
You try to move fast, but in your drunken state Caleb is able to grab your face by your cheeks. It seems he has had enough of your bratty behavior tonight.
“Brat,” you hear the smile in his voice, no matter how hard he tries he can never discipline you.
“You like it when I’m bratty,” you try to say it with a sultry tone, but he squishes your cheeks making the words come out all wrong.
You pout unable to accept your defeat. Caleb takes the opportunity to bite your lower lip. His eyes stay locked on yours. The swirls of purple and orange are glazed over by desire. He pulls on your bottom lip with his teeth. Your saliva runs down your bottom lip. Caleb’s tongue swipes at it and you can't help but moan at the sight of him acting like this.
“Uh, we’re here, sir…” blood rushes to your face as the taxi driver breaks the moment.
You stumble out of the cab in your heels. Before you can fall, Caleb wraps his big arm around your waist. You giggle at his touch, you turn to look at him to kiss him, to tease him, to ravish him. The fast movement makes the scene in front of you spin uncontrollably. Your hand covers your mouth as you gag.
“Come here,” Caleb says as he makes you face him. He gathers you in his arms again, your face flat against his chest. The world is no longer spinning, your stomach is a little sensitive so you grip his shirt for support, and wrap your legs around him. He carries you to the room.
Your eyes water once more because he’s so Caleb - loving, caring, and a complete freak like you. You love him so much it hurts to not say it or show it.
I’m going to make him mine. We’re going to become one.
Plans flood your head, but it is futile… the alcohol was there first.
You open your eyes to moonlight illuminating the hotel room. The window is slightly open and cool wind rushes into the room. When the cold comes in contact with your body, you take a deep breath enjoying the moment. Your head is pounding. You close your eyes tightly and open them repeatedly trying to make the room come into sharp focus. The clock on the small nightstand reads 2:22am.
Your eyes fall to Caleb who is sleeping in the bed next to yours. He is facing you, his arm is dangling from the bed touching the floor. His hair falls on his face masking his forehead and eyebrows. His sharp features look so delicate in the moonlight. You wish you could see the swirling galaxy of his eyes. Your stare stays on his lips. Between his soft pillowy lips lies the necklace you gifted him all those years ago. He looks so peaceful.
You focus on his nose. Sharp and pointed and slightly crooked. You lick your bottom lip. Images flash through your mind involving you riding his face with his nose hitting the perfect spot. You clench your thighs together. The pressure you feel on your clit makes you want to moan. You bite your lip only muffling the sound by a bit. You’re still dressed in the light blue dress from earlier. An idea pops into your head.
“Caleb?” you whisper. You lean towards him and wave your hand in front of his face. “Gege, are you awake?”
You position yourself against the wall, facing him. The bed creaks underneath you as you bring your knees up to your chest. You stay still for a moment just watching Caleb’s sleeping form. A moment passes by before you spread your knees apart. You gingerly reach for your cunt. Your fingers glide through your wetness until they reach your clit.
You gulp as your eyes stay on Caleb. You rub your sensitive bud slowly at first. Your eyes take in every inch of Caleb. He took his shirt off to sleep. He’s only in a pair of boxer shorts. The defined muscles of his back are on full display. Your eyes go back to his lips. The collar around his neck and the dog tag in his mouth make him so perfectly yours.
You add pressure to yourself while your other hand lowers the top of your dress. The dress now hangs around your waist, every part of you is exposed to a sleeping Caleb that could wake at any minute. The idea of him catching you in this indecent state makes your mouth water. You increase your speed. Your eyes fall shut and you lose yourself in your fantasy.
You cup one of your breasts. You wish it was his hands fondling you, you want to feel the callouses of his hands against your soft skin. The cold kiss of his bionic arm hardening your nipples. You want it to be him who pinches your nipples instead of you doing it to yourself. You can just imagine his hot tongue lapping at them eagerly, biting down on them harshly. You throw your head back against the wall as you arch your back.
“Ca… caleb!” You add even more pressure to your clit, moving your fingers in a rapid circle. You pant, you're so close to coming. You need something inside of you, you feel so empty. You picture Caleb inserting one finger into you… then another and another and another until he fills you up. You were made to take any and every part of him.
“I… need you… fill me up,” you pant breathlessly.
The thought drives you over the edge. You cover your mouth with your hand as the orgasm ripples all over your body. You swallow your moan, your thighs are shaking and you can feel as your cum drips down onto the cotton sheets.
In all your excitement, you failed to recall that Caleb is not a gentle sleeper. He sleeps on his side and not his stomach. He fidgets in his sleep, he is not still. So, you didn't notice when Caleb opened his eyes. Nor did you notice that he dropped from the bed to the floor. You didn’t even notice him kneeling in front of you, taking in the view of you fucking yourself to the thought of him. You didn’t hear when he took off his underwear. Or how fast he was stroking his cock to you.
No, it was only when you felt the bed dip that you realized you had failed to properly make sure Caleb was really asleep and not faking it. His hands wrap around your thighs and he drags you to the edge of the bed.
“Don’t stop now, meimei,” you feel the warmth of his breath against your core. “Be a good girl and keep going.”
You feel his tongue against your folds. He laps at your juices without hesitation. His tongue feels overwhelming against your cunt. Your clit is throbbing from the intense orgasm you just had, but all you can think about is Caleb’s tongue and how good it feels. He softly circles your clit with his tongue as his hands grip you tighter. Your soft silky skin against his rough hands.
“Caleb,” you pant, gripping his hair. His movements are slow and sloppy. He’s dragging out this mixture of pleasure and pain for his own enjoyment. He sucks your clit before biting down on it. One of his hands reaches out to yours. Instead of intertwining your fingers, he guides them to your clit.
His long, hot tongue fills your center. Your eyes widen as the new sensation overtakes you. Caleb is fucking you with his tongue. You rub yourself fast and hard. His tongue is coming in and out of you in rapid motions. You grind yourself against Caleb’s face. You were right, his nose hits your clit just right when you do it. He swirls his tongue inside of you.
“Fuck,” you scream. Caleb inserts a finger into you and then another and another. He moves your fingers out of the way as he licks your cunt all over. He leaves no fold nor crevice untouched. “Gege, please. I want to cum.”
Your face is red. Saliva is running down your chin. Your hair is a mess from you grinding all over the sheets. Your tears fall down your cheeks and mix with your snot. You force Caleb to stop by pushing his head away. He looks up at you. Your slick and arousal coat his entire face. Blood drips from his nose.
“You looked so pretty cumming all over your fingers. I want to see you like that again.”
“Please,” you whimper. Caleb is still pumping his five fingers into you. You plead repeatedly, but Caleb does not increase the slow and steady speed of his fist.
“Hmm, I need you to say it.” You shake your head. All your bravado has faded. Now you’re just a needy little thing, but your words fail to come out. A tsk sound comes from Caleb.
“You were so brave earlier. In the tub with the water so clear, I could see everything. I could hear you panting and calling my name,” he stops his rhythmic movement. “In my bed with your short dress.”
“Your swollen, wet cunt on full display just for me,” each of his words are followed by a powerful thrust of his fist. “The teasing at the bar with your wandering foot. In front of others, too, brave to claim me in public but shy away from me now.”
“The show you just put on. You failed to catch me… it’s almost as if you wanted to get caught,” he stops his movements all together. He pulls his hand out abruptly. You cry out at the sudden emptiness that fills you. You try to reach for his hands, but he's already up on his feet. “Oh, and let's not forget what's in your bag. Was that lascivious lingerie just for me, too, pipsqueak?”
“Such a shame,” He looks down upon your naked figure. His fingers drip with your juices. He makes a show of licking himself clean. You sit up on your elbows, glaring at the commander in front of you.
Your eyes travel from his face down to his neck then to his chest and those nipple piercings. You bite your lip. You continue to examine him. His cock is fully erect. His tip is pink and dripping with pre-cum. There’s something new there that wasn’t there on his birthday. A silver hoop shines against the light in the room. Your mouth hangs open as you take in his pierced cock.
Unhesitatingly you get up from the bed and drop down to both your knees in front of him. Similar to how he was watching you earlier. You reach for his cock. The heat of it is comforting in your hand. You look up at him.
“Do you like it?” His voice is low and raspy. His robotic hand tangles itself in your hair. “I got it just for you.”
You swallow the nervous lump in your throat. You pump his shaft, slowly lubricating it with his pre-cum. You open your mouth, about to speak your truth – never, in all your years of this life, had you ever given a blowjob. They have always felt too intimate and not something you have wanted to experience with random hookups at the college dorms.
You, however, don’t get a chance.
Caleb thrusts his full length into you. Tears build in your eyes as you gag around his thick dick. It overrides your senses. You feel lightheaded. Slobber gathers and pulls at the edges of your mouth.
“I’m sorry, pipsqueak, I couldn’t help it. You looked so cute,” he moans. “Kneeling in front of me.”
You hit his thighs. You can’t breathe. The tip of his cock is hitting the back of your throat, the piercing is cool and smacks against the base of your throat.. His hand is holding onto your hair, but he’s not moving.
He’s enjoying the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him. Your tongue lapping at his length; your soft, pillowy cheeks; even the hardness of your teeth. The feeling of you, taking him entirely is enough to make him cum.
You feel the hot liquid hit your throat. Caleb retrieves himself from your mouth. The taste of him is salty and musky all at once. Snot, saliva and now his cum drips down your mouth onto your chest. He grabs your cheeks like he did in the cab, but this time he lets you keep your mouth open.
Caleb pumps two fingers into your mouth with his other hand. You close your eyes as he fucks your mouth with his fingers. You’re slobbering yourself all over his fingers. You rub your thighs together roughly. Your body jerks forward suddenly, making Caleb’s fingers go deeper into your throat. You can’t hold it back anymore.
You orgasm as he’s finger fucking your mouth.
Caleb drops to his knees and lowers himself to your height. He removes his fingers from your mouth and trails them down to your chest. He rests his forehead against yours. You’re both panting heavily.
“Caleb, I need you to fuck my pussy like you fucked my mouth,” the words pass your lips in a low whisper.
You tackle him against his bed frame. Your hands are planted on his chest. You crash your lips onto his and kiss him. He answers you instantly. He shifts you in his lap so he can enter you. He plunges deep into you. You thrust your hips - slowly at first.
You grind yourself against his, taking every inch of him into your cunt. Caleb moans at your every moment. He places his hands on your hips and plants you onto him. He can’t go any deeper, but that’s not stopping him from trying.
His throbbing cock is buried in you. You take him so well.
With two powerful thrusts he has you clenching his member as an orgasm erupts within you. You feel him cumming inside of you. You rest your head on his chest.
“I came too fast,” you whine. You look up at him with pleading eyes. “More, gege, please. I need you inside of me.”
“You’re…” he kisses your jaw. “Very greedy.” He cups one of your breasts. “How could I say no to my meimei?”
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