okay well this is my second time editing because my fic allegedly saved to my drafts and suddenly it’s not there anymore so HAHAHAHAHA IM NOT CRASHING OUT. this fic took nine months to make so what’s thirty more minutes?
(edit: it’s the next day… and i forgot to post it AHAHAHAHAHA)
i’m so sorry for the gap, my life turned to shit, which apparently comes with the title of being a fanfiction writer. but we’re still alive, even if it’s barely.
this fic is a continuation of THIS fic but can be read as a standalone. just the thought of being coworkers with this guy makes me go feral soooo HERE WE ARE.
summary: you’re mad at caleb, and he doesn’t know why.
office au with caleb x fem reader
CW: lots of fluff at the end (gross) SMUT (including but not limited to: oral- f receiving, fingering, lots of making out, dry humping, choking- m receiving, OFFICE SEX) caleb is a hidden pervert if you squint, he breaks into your apartment a few times while you’re not home, panty thief if you look hard enough, mention of sex toys and bad grammar because again, this is my second time editing this long ass fic.
i’m so sorry for the ugly layout, hopefully getting my shit together soon.
it took him a week to notice, which made it worse. but when he did, he wouldn’t leave you alone. he ambushed you in your new private office and tried to get you to talk to him.
“come on pips, talk to me.” his voice was soft. the soft murmur he purposely used on you to get what he wants. he mostly used it to get in your pants. you almost caved. almost.
“come on baby,” he crooned, leaning into the door frame. “you’re being ridiculous. let’s not fight anymore.”
your eyebrows shot up and you closed your office door in his face.
realizing his error, he resorted with the gestures.
it started small. your favourite snacks would wait for you on your desk every morning, when you went for your daily morning coffee, he was there with a steaming mug outstretched towards you. when that didn’t work, he escalated to getting your car washed and filling your gas tank up while you were working, stocking your bathroom cabinets with your skincare routine when you weren’t home, and booking you spa days. that made you reach out to him only to text questions like:
you: do you even know why i’m mad?
you: why did you clean my car?
you: how did you get into my apartment??
of course, caleb gave you a very vague answer with the last one, which infuriated you more.
caleb: your shelves needed to be dusted. nice book selection btw.
you rub your eyes and scream into your pillow. he didn’t know what he did wrong and was going to EXTREME lengths to make it right. at this point of any of your past relationships you would have ran for the hills. but this was caleb, and despite you changing your locks one day and finding a hot dinner in your kitchen after running errands the next, it came from a good place. or that’s at least what you keep telling yourself.
so on day 13 of you not talking to him, caleb comes to work at an obscene time in the morning to find you sitting in his office, heels kicked up on his solid wood desk, and the sight goes straight to his dick.
you were in a white blouse tucked in an indigo pencil skirt, the one he loved, the one that stopped just above your knees. his gaze trailed over the stockings you wore, the sheer black ones that disappeared under the skirt, and he wondered if these were the stockings that he could take off one at a time or just rip straight down the middle.
he shook the thought out his mind and exhaled shakily. “pips…. what are you-“
“do you know why i’m mad?”
you’ve asked that question about 50 times in the past two weeks and caleb really tried to figure out why each time but this time… he couldn’t tell you what he had for breakfast ten minutes ago.
“i also thought about calling the cops a few times.” you press and his eyes rake over the blouse. he got you that blouse right? because the last one you owned was torn to shreds by him. he wondered what bra was hiding behind the white material. was it the white on that made you look like an angel? or the purple one? god, he loved the purple one, with the matching lace panties…
he had half a head to just fall to his knees and cry for forgiveness. he knew that would probably give him the opposite but he didn’t like fighting with you. he rested his bag on the side of his desk that wasn’t occupied by your feet and locked eyes with you.
“no, i don’t know why you’re mad at me. but i’d like to know so i can fix it.”
you sit up straighter. now you’re getting somewhere. you take your feet off the desk and his eyes follow the movement until your legs are hidden from his view.
“do you have any clue why?”
he closed his eyes so he could think straight. you started giving him the cold shoulder…the day of your meeting.
the meeting that decided if you got a promotion.
he had that day set out perfectly. he knew you were going to get it. he and other supervisors gave you glowing recommendation letters, then he poked around and found out that you were the strongest candidate for the editor. you just had to ace your meeting. and he was going to treat you to dinner the night of your meeting and ask you to officially be your boyfriend.
that morning you woke up at his place and he cooked you breakfast, and you were radiating anxiety. he knew that you had the position in the bag if you aced the meeting so he told you to be confident and that he was sure you would get the position. that worked for about an hour, and when he pulled into the parking garage of your workplace, you were a mess again, so he tried a different approach, and you rode him in the drivers seat as he mumbled praises in your ear. that made you feel better, even though you were late starting work.
he called you into his office to give you a good luck kiss before your meeting and you were beaming at him before disappearing around the corner.
several hours after the meeting… he was busy and he figured that’s why you didn’t look for him. he found you in the new head editor’s office unpacking your new desk.
he tried to congratulate you for the promotion, but you were distant, and when he brought up dinner, you said you were tired and were going back to your apartment.
reservation was canceled and you stopped replying to his texts since then.
“the day of your promotion…”
you straightened in the chair. *he was on the right track.*
“is it because i took so long to find you?” you deflate and roll your eyes. “pips, i’m sorry, i had meetings-“
“it’s not that.” you cut him off and stand up. you were leaving. he failed and you were leaving.
“wait-“ his arm reached out to stop you from passing him.
you stop and raise an eyebrow.
“surely, there are other ways I can make up for it.” his large hands lands on your waist and you tense, but don’t move away. he took that as a sign to push.
his thumb runs over your hip and he looks at you. “I’ve been a bad boy,” he starts, turning you to face him. “and i’m sorry. let me show you how sorry I am…”
you were in both of his hands now, and it was like the gods smiled down on caleb. if he played his cards right, he could spread you out on his desk before the office became too crowded…
you look into his eyes and bite your lip, causing caleb to groan. “i know you’re mad, but i want to kiss you so bad…”
your mind was in a haze. you couldn’t even remember why you were mad. what you did know is that caleb made you mad and insatiable in the few weeks you guys have been seeing one another, and the distance made for multiple unsatisfying nights with your vibrator.
you missed him. not even just in the bedroom, you missed his corny singing in the car, the way he dragged you to build lego sets with him in his living room, and his theatrics in your kitchen while he cooked dinner. you swallow hard then part your lips, all under caleb’s gaze.
you don’t know who leaned in first, but he started getting closer and your eyes slid shut.
you nearly jump out of your skin as caleb’s phone trills loudly. caleb on the other hand, was beyond pissed and didn’t even look at it.
“you…” you put your hand on your chest to calm yourself. “you should answer that.”
“no.” he stepped closer to you, and you didn’t even realize that you put distance between you two.
“no.” then he grabbed your face and pulled it to his. you gasp in surprise as he kisses you with such passion and desperation that you can’t help but match it with your own.
the phone goes to voicemail as he pushes you into his bookshelf, then protects you as a book tries to fall on your head, all while not taking his lips off yours. the army couldn’t pry him off you. his hands were greedy, roaming your body with need.
he yanks your skirt up and his pupils blow wide when he sees what’s under. not only were you wearing thighs highs but they were attached to a garter belt? he exhales in shock as he runs a finger over the black straps and looks at you with a smirk. “this is quite the outfit for someone who’s mad.” he snaps the strap against your thigh and you gasp.
you were not going to break. nope. your last shred of dignity told you to lie, so you spit out, “it’s not for you.”
truthfully, this whole thing was for caleb. you were so horny and you missed him so bad that you were willing to forgive him without him knowing why you were mad to begin with.
he smirks and tilts his head to the side, getting into your space. his fingers rub over your covered clit and your eyes flutter. “caleb…”
his grin grows wider, and he tortures your clit through your panties. this was better than any toy you’ve used in two weeks. you were panting already.
your legs tense and he notices before stopping and pulling his hands away, leaving your hips twitching in the air as they look for friction. he tsks. “you can’t lie to me pips…”
you shake your head as you pant. “not…lying.”
“oh? then who’s this pretty set for?”
“marketing guy….james?” you whine then rest your head against the shelf.
now, caleb knew that you were trying to rile him up. and you were succeeding. his blood was boiling and his cock was making itself very known in his slacks.
“careful, pips. before i claim you in the kitchen and we both get fired.”
you shiver but fix your skirt back in place, and stand upright. “we’re going out for drinks after work.”
“stop.” his tone was a warning, but you ignored it.
“the bra matches too.” you wink and head for the door.
his phone rings again and when he looks at the Caller ID, it’s his boss. he frustratedly rakes a hand through his hair and look at you. “this isn’t over.”
“james would beg to differ.” you sniff and walk out his office, closing the door behind you.
he chuckles darkly but answers the phone, staring at your ass during your theatrical exit.
you are not! hiding in your office was a safety measure. caleb was roaming the halls with surely a one track mind. you couldn’t give him the green light by letting him catch a glimpse of you.
you were doing pretty good! you could hear caleb’s phone from your office and when it did, you’d grab your papers from the printer, another coffee or run to the bathroom.
but after lunch, the calls became less frequent and you heard him chatting up coworkers outside your door. it was a warning. he’d get his hands on you as soon as you stepped out.
you purse your lips. there had to be a way…
the window? no you were on the 15th floor.
you look around for an out when your office phone rings. without looking at the ID you pick it up, eager for a distraction.
“you’re hiding.” you tense as caleb’s voice fills your ear.
“i don’t hide.” you say and roll your eyes but your heart pounds in your chest.
“so you just run? i saw you nearly spill hot coffee on yourself while i was in a meeting.”
you sniff. “the floors are slippery today.”
he chuckles and you shiver. it was low and husky and it caressed your body. he knows what he’s doing. “so why haven’t you left yet?”
“i have a manuscript to go over.” you check your computer. as you hid from the horny man, you managed to complete your tasks. your inbox was near empty, and your urgent tasks were completed.
“won’t that make you late for your date?” he goads.
shit. “i don’t see how that’s your business.”
“an imaginary man is moving on my girl, of course that’s my business.”
“i’m not your gi-“ you sit up. “what?”
“i made James from Marketing up to ask you out.”
you blink. he knew you were lying. you were caught.
slowly, you take the phone away from your ear and put it on the receiver, ending the call.
then you dash for the door, personal items be damned. you fling the door open to find caleb there, cell phone in hand.
then you slam the door in his face. then lock it.
“you broke into my apartment. i have the right to exercise caution.”
“did you really think i’d hurt you?” even through the door, you could hear the edge in his voice and you sighed.
“no.” and it was the truth. despite trying to keep him out, caleb’s attempts at breaking in (both literally and metaphorically) were oddly comforting, in a fucked up way. plus the dinners were amazing, and your house was clean. you were missing a few pairs of underwear though….
“good.” you could tell he was smiling and you roll your eyes.
“you’re just lucky i haven’t called the cops yet.”
“if you want me in handcuffs princess, just say that. id get into them willingly for you.” he was grinning, you could tell.
you scoff. “you’re disgusting.” you bite back a smile.
“only for you. will you please tell me why you’re mad now?”
your smile fades and you sigh.
“whatever i did, it wasn’t on purpose.”
“it was, and that what makes it more infuriating.”
you sigh and open the door and caleb was leaning over its frame, staring in concentration at the floor.
he looks and grins when he sees you but you hold up your hand. “during my interview, the recruiter let me know that i got a number of glowing recommendations from multiple departments.”
he brightens and you scowl. “that can’t be a bad thing.”
“it is when a good chunk of the departments never even heard of you!”
“you’ve interacted with lots of departments.”
“through email, at most!” you snap.
“you set it up!” you exclaim. “do you know how that looks? the superior you’re fucking is responsible for your promotion?”
he frowned. “is that what you think?”
“that’s what everyone thinks!”
he cocks his head to the side and folds his arms. “says who?”
“says… says….” come to think of it, you haven’t gotten tension from anyone. someone did probably hate you, but you’ve gotten praise from everyone in your old department, aside from your old supervisor.
“and even if they did say that, who cares?” he steps towards you and you back away and now the both of you are in your office. the floor was empty beside the two of you but he closes the door behind him, not taking his eyes off you. “their opinions don’t matter. you wanted this position, and you earned it. i helped yes, but you would have gotten the position regardless.” he looks around the office.
you haven’t decorated it too much, just a few chairs and a daybed in case the corporate gods frowned at the circumstances and took away your job.
“i just…” you sit on the edge of your desk and fiddle with your hands. “i just don’t want you to feel like you had to do it, because we’re sleeping together.”
silence. and you’re afraid to look up. but soon his shoes come into view.
“why would you ever think that?” he murmurs. “you think i’d do this for someone i was casually seeing?”
you shrug and he calls your name, making you look up.
“it’s clear that i haven’t made it evident at how much i like you. even though i broke into your apartment several times to make you dinner.” he smirks and cups your chin, forcing your gaze to stay on his. his galaxy eyes were smouldering, and there was an unspoken emotion in them.
an emotion that made your heart race.
“the day of your promotion, i knew you were going to get it. it wasn’t a gut feeling, i asked the recruiter and they said you were front runner the week before.”
your eyes widen and you open your mouth. “you kn-“
he covered your mouth. “the day i found out, i booked us a reservation at a restaurant, and i was going to ask you to be exclusive.”
your eyebrows shot up which made him smirk. “but even if you didn’t get it, i was going to ask you anyway. i really like you… and i wanted to show that i believed in you. so i asked the recruiter if there was anything i could do to help and she said you haven’t gotten any letters of recommendation-“
“-because your old supervisor didn’t want you to go, so she procrastinated writing one, despite you begging. you told me this 3 weeks ago. so i wrote one. and then i asked some of my buddies to write one. i didn’t think that they’d all write one, but i regret nothing. this was important to you, therefore it’s important to me.”
your eyes softened and he took his hand off your mouth.
“thank you.” you say eventually.
“i’m sorry for breaking into your apartment.” he replies, making you laugh and shrug.
“my place felt weird without you anyway. speaking of, you were going to ask me to be exclusive?” you step close to him, and embrace the warmth radiating from his body.
he blushes, smiles, and looks at the ceiling. “so what if i was?”
“is the offer still on the table?”
his attention snaps back to you and his gaze is wide eyed, like he couldn’t believe that you wanted him back.
you press your lips together to prevent a smile. “well?? i’m sure james from marketing would say y-“
your words were cut off by his urgent mouth on yours. you immediately respond and pull him closer as your frenzied mouths worked against each other.
it felt like two weeks of pent up energy was finally being released. he presses you back into the desk and pulls down the zipper of the skirt, revealing the lacy material underneath. it lands at your feet and so does he.
his lips pepper kisses along your bare skin between the belt and the stockings before biting down on the soft skin.
you let out a sound that’s between a moan and a yelp and hold onto his hair, earning a groan from caleb.
“i missed you moaning my name like that.” he places an open mouth kiss to your upper thigh earning shaky gasps from you.
“don’t make me.” he licks a stripe over your clothed slit. “please.”
“caleb-“ you look around anxiously as he puts your legs over his shoulders. “we’re on my desk!”
“i know.” he moans and pulls the soaked material to the side. “there she is…” he murmured and dove into your heat, earning a loud moan from you.
your cunt was weeping as if it had been neglected, even though you were getting yourself off almost every night. granted, it took you longer to cum by yourself but you got there eventually…
the tip of his tongue nudges your clit and you gasp. “caleb!”
two fingers slide into you and your legs tighten around his head and caleb is exactly where he wants to be. he consumes your being like a man starved and you eventually push your monitors aside to lie back on your elbows.
you tried so hard to keep quiet but he was singing praises between you legs. soon your moans were harmonizing off each other and he had your thighs in a death grip, staring up at your blissed out face. caleb wanted to touch himself but he was sure if he did he was gonna cum. he was curving his fingers inside you and you were seeing double and his tongue was playing with your clit and- oh fuck you’re cumming and it’s blinding.
your scream fills the office and your are glad it’s after hours because your scream could shatter windows.
caleb doesn’t stop until you’re convulsing and pushing his head out from between your legs. he rises and smiles with a messy chin, a devilish glint in his eye that made you want to crawl if you could feel your legs. he leers over you and you try to close your legs. his hands clasp your legs and open them wider, shamelessly showing off your messy cunt.
he drinks in the sight of your spent body, loosens his tie and you notice the twitching hill growing in his slacks. you feel your blood run cold. his hands go to your shirt and slowly unbutton it, goosebumps raising on the exposed skin.
“i’ve been… fucking my pillows, towels, god i even jerked off to the headrest in my car… because your scents on them.” the shirt falls open and he groans. purple bra. “but your scent was fading so i….resorted to other methods.”
you wanted to question him more about the other methods but he kisses you again. you kiss him back and pull at his shirt until the sound of the buttons popping off his shirt and landing on the desk fill your ears. his shirt joins your skirt on the floor. the sight of him shirtless with a tie was sexy, and you tighten the knot around his neck.
you sit up and pull him into a hungry kiss. the two of you devour each other, and he pulls you closer. he moans into your mouth and you let out a desperate whine.
caleb fought with his urge to strip you naked and take you over the desk until it turned into scrap wood. he missed you so much and had to make up for lost time. but your office wasn’t the place for that. but he needed you, and the 20 minutes drive to your place seemed impossible at the moment. he was rutting against you and you couldn’t help but notice his desperation.
you pull away and he goes to kiss your neck, panting harshly, earning a deep groan from you but you pull his head to face you. “what’s wrong?” your murmur as you run your thumb over his bottom lip.
“nothing… just need to calm down a bit before this ends REALLY early.” he blushes and hides his face in your neck.
you chuckle and he groans in embarrassment.
“you shouldn’t be embarrassed… you’ve done it before.”
he groans louder and you laugh, making him look at you. sad purple eyes stare back at you, cheeks and ears pink.
you smile and pull on his tie lightly, earning a grunt from him. he looks at you with his pupils blown, panting heavily as his sweaty palms hold your hips. you sense his antsy stance and you scoot closer.
“do you want… me to take charge?”
caleb was going to cum in his pants. without you even touching him, he was pathetic. the thought of you on top of him, his girlfriend riding his cock taking what’s hers-
caleb didn’t even realize he closed them. he looked at you and nodded weakly, answering your earlier question.
you smile and point to the daybed in the corner. “sit.”
he walks over to the corner abs you take in how freaking sexy his back was. you follow silently behind him and when he sits you straddle his lap slowly. he stares up at you in wonder and grabs your ass.
your heart was pounding, because truth be told, this was an agonizing two weeks for you too. you unzip his pants, earning a soft sigh from him as you free his shaft.
if caleb’s face was flushed, his cock was suffocated. the vein that went up his shaft was purple and his tip leaked endlessly of precum.
“please…” caleb rasped and bucked his hips upwards.
you nod and pull your panties off entirely before aligning yourself with his tip.
“slow.” he warned and watched intensely as you lowered yourself.
you both threw your heads back as you slid down.
he was hot and thick and your walls were already fluttering. “caleb-!”
he whimpers in reply and holds a death grip on your hips. “slower.”
you inch slower down his length, until the your hips meet and he doesn’t move the whole time. the veins in his neck bulge as he grounds himself from not flooding your walls immediately.
he exhales slowly and soon nods, and you lift your hips. lower yourself back down. finding a rhythm that is delicious torture for the both of you. your mouth falls open as he hits a deep spot inside you and you clench, making him gasp and throw his head back.
“d-don’t… don’t do that.” he begs, and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced. you clench again and he lets out a shuddering breath.
your pace increases and both your moans gets louder. your new couch bumps routinely into the wall as you chase both of your highs. despite caleb’s overstimulation, he starts meeting your hips with his.
this sex… was raw, messy, desperate. it’s a miracle you both lasted this long, even though it’s been less than 5 minutes. obscene sounds leave the both of you, and without much thought, you grab his tie and wrap it around your hand.
he lets out a garbled moan as you pull, and his hips are moving faster, his breathing becoming unsteady. he was going to cum. “inside?” he grunts, eyes focus on his shaft disappearing into your pussy.
“yes. yes. please.” you nod stupidly and tug harder on the tie. your stomach tightens and your head spins, your walls flutter qnd-
your head tilts back and you cum hard, excessively, flooding his lap and he groans appreciatively before crying out himself and exploding inside your heat. he babbles out curses and praises as his cock softens in you and finally collapses in the couch, with you on top of him.
you felt weightless, as if your body was going to float right up to the top floor, but caleb’s arms grounded you. his arms tightened around your waist and he kisses your ear, your neck, your shoulder….
you stiffly unclench your hand from the tie and settle for playing with his hair instead. “sorry i choked you.” you murmur.
“don’t apologize, that ruins the memory.” he breathes out then kisses your palm.
the two of you chuckle before laying in silence.
“you still haven’t asked me.” you prompt.
“was the desperate sex not enough of a declaration of devotion?” he rolls his eyes.
“declaration of devotion?” you echo. “who says that?”
“i’m not doing this with you.”
“devoted is a big word for caleb.”
“you know, im still your superior.”
“my superior that got jealous of his own imagination.”
“hey. james was ploy in my plan to ask you out. you made him into a villain.”
“james would have asked me by now.”
he sighs, and you can hear his eyes rolling. “will you be my girlfriend?”
the question made your heart stutter but you are glad he can’t see your face. “i don’t know.”
“you don’t know?” his offended tone makes you laugh and he sits up, forcing you to look at him.
your gaze wanders as you think of excuses, lips firmly pressed together to suppress a laugh. “i mean, you are my superior, and this is… highly inappropriate-“
“oh fuck that!” he exclaims and you bust up laughing, and you feel him shaking with laughter under you. “you just fucking choked me with my tie!”
“shut up! what if someone hears?” you cover his mouth but he licks your hand, making you squeal and wipe it on his chest. he shifts so he’s sitting up with you in his lap eyes unwavering. you blush and try to turn your head but you hear him go “mm mm” and his fingers find the back of you neck, angling your head towards him. he kisses you hard, so hard that you have no choice to match his energy. your thoughts cloud away and it’s just him. and when you grind your hips, you gasp as you remember that his dick, still nestled in you, begins to stir back to life.
when he pulls away, you’re glassy eyed and unfocused, leaning in for more, even as you’re panting. but he pulls back, eyes intense and focused on you. it makes your heart beat in your ears.
“let me be your boyfriend.” it’s not a question this time.
how could you say no to that?
you nod and he grins, shifting so you’re lying flat on the daybed now.
“you gotta say it, pipsqueak, but don’t worry, i’ll make sure to get the answer i want before we go home.”
as always, please drop your thoughts, questions and concerns, i love getting comments🥹 have great night and i wish everyone who sees this gets early pity and wins their 50/50 for caleb’s new solo!