𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: in simple terms, it’s your first frat party and caleb’s trying to remain calm… until someone gets a little too handsy with you on the dance floor. // 18+ , dirty talk, oral, pet names, fingering, cummin in pants, body worship
(credit to daliodoll for the frame ^.^ ) mona note: not a caleb girly but this is forrrr my caleb girlies @lovegasmic @kissxcore @m7ku @kingkaisen teehee (let's ignore that this is from February and let's ignore that mona haven't posted an actual pic since forever okay ?? this wasn't the fic I was even planning to come back with but let's ignore that as well)
“Underage drinking? Really, pipsqueak?” Is the annoying voice you hear behind you, slushing the drink around in the red solo cup you look up to a smirking Caleb. Being invited to the first main party of the semester by a few of your peers, you don’t know why your mind didn’t instantly remind you that not only does Caleb go to the same university but that he’d most likely be at the party.
“Can’t I indulge in a few bad habits? It’s just one drink, I swear… scout’s honor, this’ll be the only one.” You sit your drink down for a brief second, hold up your left hand halfway up and put the right hand against your chest — something you both always did when you were kids.
He rubs your head and rolls his eyes, “Fine, fiiine… just don’t ever put your drink down without keeping your eyes on it, ‘Kay? And… stay close to me.” He hands you the cup.
“I came with friends, I’ll just dance for a while and then head back to my dorm. Don’t worry about me. Plus,” you look over his shoulder at the girls behind anxiously waiting, you grip your cup a bit tighter. “I think a line’s forming for the ‘who gets to dance with Caleb first’ part of the party.” An annoyed snort comes out. There was always a desire to be possessive but you always knew that Caleb wouldn’t appease anyone but you and that thought always made you happy.
“Well y’know, that right always goes to you first, second… everything in between and last. It’s something I reserved just for you.” He takes your hand and kisses the tips of your fingers. Your face feels hot and you notice the girls around him slowly backing up after witnessing this. There’s a feeling burning deep within your chest — satisfaction.
You giggle, “Well, my girls are waiting and…I’m sure your friends are too.” You wave at his friends who are watching the scene play out, you only recognize Gideon out of the few guys.
“Just be careful, I’ll keep an eye on you at all times.” He says and you playfully roll your eyes. He does what he says, even when mingling he keeps a watchful eye on you.
It wasn't until a small disagreement broke out that he quickly intervened, “Why don’t we all calm down, a little drink spill doesn’t warrant a fight. Plus, a dab of water would get it out before it completely stains.” He remembers the times before whenever you spilled anything on your outfits, you’d run to him to fix it. Caleb had always been the one to fix your problems, so naturally he did just that — teaching himself how to properly wash clothes and get stains out, which wasn’t too hard for someone as determined as he was to win you over.
Finally Caleb is able to sit back down when the crowd slowly moves way, until—
“Caleb,” Gideon points a finger to his left, to a tipsy cute you dancing with a bunch of friends, shaking your ass to the beat of the music while Tara pulls down your dress to cover your underwear and wrap her arms around your shoulder, Simone dancing giggly before moving aside for a split second and now your backside rolled against a crotch of jeans. That’s when Caleb shoots up from his seat, a second didn’t pass before he was pulling the guy off you.
He grabs his neck and slams him against the wall, “The hell do you think you’re doing?” His hand is tightening around the guy’s neck, but he remains unbothered.
“Chill, it’s just a party… I’m dancing.” He scoffs, putting his hand over Caleb’s wrist, failing to remove it from his neck. His smirk falters and a look of annoyance is on his face.
“Dance somewhere else.”
“Well, what are you? Her boyfriend or something?” Caleb's eyes twitched at his taunting. “Plus, she didn’t seem to have a problem with it.” A smug look on the bastard’s face, he looks over Caleb’s shoulder presumably back to your swaying body, which further angers him.
Gideon steps in, “Caleb…you were just preaching over no fighting and yet,” He sighs. “I’ll handle it, you just get her home.” But Caleb is still glaring at the poor guy until he looks away, swallowing, that’s when Caleb lets him go.
Caleb doesn’t say much, he simply grabs your wrist and you follow, waving bye to your friends. “Calebbb, I was just having fun.” You’re pouting and he can tell, your voice whiny and needy.
“I know, but I don’t think that was too appropriate.” He’s trying his hardest not to come off as jealous but jealousy seeps through his veins.
“I didn’t realize it wasn’t Simone until too late, sorry but…” You trail off then when a teasing voice you continue. “Would it be more appropriate if it was you?”
His breath hitches and he changes the direction a bit towards his apartment complex. “Yeah, it would be more appropriate if it was me.”
***
He had to be drunk or something… there was no possible explanation for why he was kissing you against this wall.
“Caleb? Wait—” His mouth kisses you intensely, his tongue licking your bottom lip and his hands cupping your ass. “Are you drunk?” You whimper, his hands on you feel good … you can’t deny that. He touches you as if you belong to him, every touch makes your body feel more alive than before.
He pulls back, his face flushed and his lilac eyes drinking you up and embarrassed you looked away from him. He huffs, “Not drunk…” His lips trail kisses on your jawline. “Just tired of waiting.”
You get what he means, the little game you both had been playing for years, skating around feelings but still being so entwined, tangled and messy when you could just be together.
You kiss back, your tongue meeting his and caressing it, sloppy. Both of your inexperience makes you want to laugh but you move to take his shirt off, your fingers touching the hem and he quickly does it for you, removing one barrier.
He moves to kiss your neck and you freeze, your body trembling at every kiss and eventual lick that he lays on you. “You even taste good.” He says. “Let’s go to my room, okay?” He waits for you to nod before he takes you inside.
Your legs are trembling when he lifts your skirt up, peeking at your damp panties before he pulls them down. “It’s only fair that you lose an item of clothing just like I have, right?” He lays you down on his bed, your back against his pillows.
He coaxes your legs open, “There she is… there’s my pretty girl.” You wish you could be snarky right now but it was something about seeing him between your legs that made all of that leave your body instantly, you were out of breath.
He spreads you open, wider and he groans, looking at the strings of wetness breaking apart as he stretches you. You flinch when a glob of spit drizzles on your throbbing clit, he runs it in with the pads of his fingers and your thighs almost crush his head at the feeling he’s giving you. He gently slaps your core, “Such a messy little thing, aren’t you?” Your legs twitch, he isn’t talking to you — he’s talking to what’s between your legs, a secret conversation between a man and his next meal. “It’s time we get acquainted…” He starts with a long suck and you grip the sheets, already a moan has left your lips.
His tongue licking up and down, meeting your clit before licking at your slit, licking the insides and feeling you trembling before he works his way back up — pressing a kiss to your clit before sucking on your folds. You wonder if he did this before because the way he was going at it, he must’ve had practiced.
You give one roll of your hips to egg him on, “Caleb…don’t tease me, please…faster.” And always so quick to obey, he does just that. His tongue swirling and slurping on you, his mouth taking your entire pussy into his mouth with deep sucking, you grab at his hair and then to his ears.
Caleb had big ears, it was a quality you always made fun of when you were younger. But now, your fingers rub circles into the top of them both as you gently hump yourself against his face. “C—Caleb!” You squeal, your eyes snapping close. Touching his ears seemed to light a fire in him because now your knees were touching your elbows, shaking his head side to side, his cheeks hollow as he slurps again.
“Look at me…” He says, groaning, his hips digging into the mattress, you didn’t realize he was getting off to this as well. You keep your eyes closed, he dips a finger inside of you and you snap your eyes open to stare at him. He takes the finger out, sucks it before he puts it back inside and you cry out as he moves it in and out of you, small quick thrusts.
His eyes roll back and his legs tighten up at the same time as you feel a pit in the bottom of your stomach grow. You try to push him again but his mouth is a damn suction to your core and he continues to lick and suck to you until you come undone.
He’s panting, his mouth wet from you. The look in his eyes told you everything, that he was prepared to be done if you were. You knew Caleb. You knew he’d prioritize your needs, your wants, your pleasure over his own, even if he wanted to go all night, he’d reframe himself.
“Let’s call it a night, you…you look tired.” He cups your face.
“You…you don’t want me?” The simple question was like a flip had switched in his brain because after a second of being asked he was already succumbing to his urges.
“Do you… want me to show you how much I want you?” His raspy voice shakes as he speaks. “How much I always wanted you?” He takes your hand, trails it down to his pants that were already tainted with that want, you couldn’t believe he was still hard after he came.
“I do.”
He’s taking off his sticky pants and boxers quickly, no need for lube when both of you had already came, the slick stickiness was all you needed. “Are you ready for me?” He whispers, his eyes scanning your lips before you move forward to kiss him. You then take the opportunity to look at him, the thick member he kept hidden in his pants and you gasped.
You had expected it to be big and it certainly was, a little curve to it, it was trimmed and cleaned as expected. “You can…you can take all of me, can’t you?” He asks, staring at you with a puppy dog expression. His eyes looked like he was going to cry and his lips in a pout.
“Yeah, I can.” I hope, you mentally added. You were obviously a virgin and even when masturbating you never went as far as just touching your clit.
“I’ll go slow,” He pushes past the first ring of your insides and your insides tighten around him, both of you hiss at the feeling. “Relax.” He reminds you, rubbing your thighs. He sits for a second, pulling back out before pushing in again and sitting there. Then he moves more inside and you sink your nails into his arm, he pushes in a lot more and your head feels fuzzy. He moves out, rubbing his cock against your clit as you shudder, then he’s back inside, deep inside.
You can’t breathe, he’s feeling you up nicely and even with the pinch of pain, it feels way too good.
“Atta girl,” He whimpers, pushing in just a tad bit more before he bottoms out. He starts slowly, just rocking his hips to get you used to the feeling of him inside of you fully. Touching your clit to amplify the pleasure, drawing small messy wet circles and watching himself as he enters you. You bite your lips, tears in your eyes when he speeds up. His heavy balls slapping against your ass you try to stay quiet at the feeling. “You can be as loud as you want, pretty girl.” His thrusts are sharper now, quicker and deeper as if he was always holding himself back.
The sounds of skin slapping and loud moaning was all that could be heard and it was like music to Caleb’s ears. The curve of his cock hitting that spot hidden deep within you, “You feel so good around me and.. God, you’re so damn beautiful.” He’s staring at your face, pushing your hair from your eyes. You match his pace, your hips meeting his, his cock so heavy inside of you but the angle he’s hitting feels so delicious that you just have to fuck him back.
He's close, you can feel it from the way his entire body is shaking and the way he's trying his best to slow down so that he won't come too soon. You wrap your legs around his waist, “When you come…I want it inside of me Caleb, ‘m serious.” You can tell it drives him insane because before, his cock was aimed just to fuck you but now the new target was not only to fuck you but to cum inside and it took nothing for him to speed up again, knowing that you wanted him this badly.
He spreads your legs and fucks hard and deep inside of you, slamming himself inside of you with every thrust, he was aching and your clenching pussy wasn't helping. You meet every thrust and your name rolls off his tongue every time you do, your orgasm right there.
With a hand on your tummy, he pushes down and your body spasms and he hold you as you desperately try to move away from him at the feeling leaving you. His hips shake and then he fills you up, his cock jerking and throbbing inside of you.
You cuddle against him, wanting to be covered in the sweat and smell of your climaxes together.
